HP: Embrace the Darkness

Maybe it was because of the cold weather that time passed extremely fast. In just a blink of an eye, the snowy scene had disappeared. The sprouting green buds replaced the white snow and became a new color. The hibernating snakes hiding under the snow also opened their eyes.

Voldemort has been in a good mood lately.

The magic circle he had prepared without telling everyone was basically ready for use under the water of blood. What was missing now was a container that could truly hold his soul.

This method of exchanging one's soul into another body was taught to him by Haierbo.

It was called a different kind of immortality by the two of them.

Over the long years, Haierbo has tinkered with many weird things, among which soul exchange is the best and most comprehensive one he has perfected.

Aces asked him to provoke Voldemort's coveting of the magical world. He thought about it and planned to start with Voldemort's obsession.

A man who tore his soul into pieces to make Horcruxes, he knew what Voldemort's obsession was without any temptation.

It was the eternal life he least needed.

Pity.

Haierbo has lamented countless times.

If he could give Voldemort this pain, he wouldn't have to be controlled by others.

It is also for this reason that Haierbo did not hide his secrets and recorded all the cases of soul exchange over the years in a book and taught it to Voldemort.

There are three steps in total.

First, make a magic circle.

Second, find the container.

Third, start the exchange.

Now the two of them move to the second step.

Find a suitable exchange container.

"Have you chosen the person for the container?"

Malfoy Manor, Herbo curled up on the table, hissing to Voldemort.

Voldemort held the wand, hesitantly.

Haierbo knocked on the table hard, attracting Voldemort's attention, "Hurry up and give the candidates, I don't have time to stay here with you in a daze."

God knows how hard it was for him to find some time.

I don't know what the crazy law enforcement maniacs are doing lately. They gathered a bunch of people to monitor them day and night at Cavendish Manor and Malfoy Manor, so that he didn't dare to be too arrogant when he went out and came back, for fear of being caught and locked up at any time.

And that bastard, Asseth, keeps him diverting his attention all day long.

Over and over again, when he was either walking the dog (escape) or walking the dog (escape), the snake's belly became slimmer.

Haierbo was irritated and smashed several chairs, "Voldemort, you'd better hurry up."

Voldemort raised his wand and waved it gently.

Two wisps of white smoke floated from the tip of the wand, slowly rising, drawing portraits of two people in mid-air.

Haierbo stood up and looked at the first portrait.

Wearing glasses, green eyes, looks silly, I don’t know, next one.

He looked at the second portrait.

Then froze.

He can't forget the people above who turned to ashes. Wasn't it the Ass who he called a bastard just now?

People are ugly, but they think they are pretty.

Haierbo rolled his eyes.

If Voldemort could extract Asseth's soul, he would boil himself into snake soup and feed it to that idiot Godric.

"That's the first one. When are you going to catch him? Remember, the earlier the better, otherwise the effect of the magic circle will be weakened."

Haierbo directly defined the range for Voldemort.

Voldemort's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his bony fingers stroked the wand back and forth, "Soon, I will let him come to see me on his own."

Haierbo sneered, "I don't care how you arrest people, but I warn you, don't arrest people inside Hogwarts. There is a woman inside that you can't afford to offend. If you want to arrest her, arrest her outside, and be careful when you lure her out." , don’t bring me the tail, otherwise I can give you hope or break your hope.”

Voldemort responded with a low eyebrow.

After Haierbo left, he raised his head and stared maliciously in the direction Haierbo left, his red eyes full of calculation and murderous intent.

What he cares most about is Haierbo.

True immortality.

When the winter snow first melts, the snake lurking in the dark not only opens its eyes, but also stretches out its fangs, waiting for the opportunity to kill its prey.

The two people here are scheming against each other, and Asseth is not willing to give in. He is playing more and more tricks.

He gradually became aware of the extra surveillance outside the manor, but he did not restrain himself and even went so far as to study various forbidden magics in the manor.

The forbidden research objects in the magic world are roughly divided into two types - time and soul.

Once something goes wrong with the former, they will be lost in the past or future and cannot find their way back.

The latter is very obvious, and it is easy to become Voldemort without a nose.

But in fact, there are two less taboos dividing the magical world, and they are also the two least known.

One is that law enforcers will never allow anyone to study the time and space they touch.

Therefore, there are magic circles left by them all over the world to maintain the stability of time and space.

When necessary, they will take action to maintain the stability of time and space. Creatures outside this time and space will be tortured by the combined magic circle and turn into fragments and disappear from the world.

The second is an illusory fate that they cannot control.

Fate is not actually classified as a taboo that cannot be touched or studied. It was Asseth himself who classified it as the fourth category of taboo.

There was no specific reason why it was classified as taboo. Asses didn't ask Haierbo, but he could guess a little bit.

Destiny is too mysterious. Wizards who can control the power can basically control the prophecies, but they can't change everything that is destined.

As time went by, no one worried that fate would be disturbed, and there was no restriction on this type of research.

What Aces has recently been studying is the time and space that is explicitly forbidden to study.

This was also the reason why he brought the Black Panther back. Although the other soul in the Black Panther had dissipated, more than ten days were enough to leave traces of time and space.

Researching forbidden time and space magic under the surveillance of a group of law enforcers.

That posture was worse than a slap in the face.

As expected, with each day of research, there was more surveillance outside the manor.

Gradually, Asses was reluctant to go out. Every time he went out, he had to carry a bunch of tails behind him. It was inconvenient to do anything. He might as well stay in the manor to handle affairs.

Once the hard-working young master who had not been online for a long time came online, the hard-working old housekeeper was almost moved to tears.

He knew that Asseth was not the lazy and love-minded Susanna. He would neither fish for fish at work nor torture him for a man.

Joel's relief was seen by Asseth, and he wondered if he had gone too far before.

All this guilt disappeared when I received a letter from the Potions Master in the evening.

What's too much?

How to go too far?

Is this too much?

Isn’t it normal to fall in love?

Artes immediately threw down the letters on his desk and happily took the letter from Snape to the flower room on the third floor.

This is what William built for Anna to watch the stars and flowers. It is made of transparent alchemical glass that has the functions of heat preservation, protection, and anti-peeping.

It is very suitable for watching the stars, admiring the flowers and the moon, and doing your own thing inside.

When he was a child, Artes often came here with Anna, and this was also his secret base.

On the right side of the flower room are the sofa and coffee table that Anna selected. Asseth sat down on the sofa, opened the letter expectantly, and read it carefully.