HP: Embrace the Darkness

Professor Sprout lowered his voice and said in Professor McGonagall's ear: "When Artes hugged him just now, Severus subconsciously raised his hand, as if he wanted to hug him back. Merlin, I thought I was watching him at first. Wrong, I blinked twice and it still looked like this.”

Professor McGonagall also lowered her voice, and whispered to Professor Sprout, "But isn't the first reaction of normal people when being hugged is to hug them back?"

"No, Severus is different. I can guarantee that if it was Albus who hugged him rashly just now, his first reaction would be to throw Albus out, and then use convoluted sentences to ridicule Albus. Si’s head was covered in sugar, and he was eventually cut off from the tooth-strengthening potion for at least two weeks, or even more.”

At the end of the sentence, Professor Sprout solemnly raised two fingers.

Professor McGonagall thought about what she said, and combined with Snape's behavior, he had to admit that Professor Sprout was right.

but……

Professor McGonagall pointed uncertainly at Dumbledore's back as he disappeared around the corner.

"Whether there is a possibility that Severus will be merciless is Albus's question."

The two of them were a principal and a dean, and it would be childish to fight. If the person hugging was Albus, he would indeed be rejected by Severus, but Arthur and Severus didn't get along!

Professor Sprout thought this was damn reasonable, and for a moment he doubted his own guess.

At this time, Professor Flitwick, who had been eavesdropping for most of the day but still didn't hear anything, couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his voice with a hint of accusation in his tone:

"Minerva, Pomona, what are you talking about? Why don't you let me listen?"

His voice was so loud and sharp that the two female professors who were chatting were startled, and even attracted the attention of the protagonist Snape.

Seeing Professor Flitwick's roar attracting the protagonist's attention, the two ladies looked at each other guiltily and quickly scolded Professor Flitwick:

"This is a secret between us witches, Filius, keep your distance."

Professor Flitwick's eyes widened in hurt.

Snape looked at Professor Flitwick with contempt, not expecting that the goblin professor with thick eyebrows and big eyes was so nosy.

This look almost made the elf professor, who was prone to emotions, faint.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout saw Professor Flitwick's expression and realized that their behavior was somewhat inappropriate. They exchanged glances, turned around awkwardly, and went to manage the noisy students separately.

Principal room.

Artes sat down on the sofa with ease and took the steaming pumpkin juice from Grindelwald's hand very naturally, "Thank you."

Grindelwald's face fell, "This is not for you, and don't you don't drink pumpkin juice?"

"I really don't drink."

Aces looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore understood instantly and turned to look at Grindelwald, "Gale, give Mr. Cavendish a cup of Earl Gray tea, thank you."

Grindelwald clenched his fists... endured it, and poured a cup of Earl Gray tea for Asseth.

Aces smiled happily.

At least this love idiot knows how to obey.

When Grindelwald saw Artes's smile, he almost broke his teeth, "Do you... do you... want your tea?"

"Yes, thank you."

Artes handed the pumpkin juice in his hand to Dumbledore and took the tea from Grindelwald's hand again.

"Okay, what should we talk about? Principal Dumbledore."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other and said in an abrupt and heavy tone, "Mr. Cavendish, have you ever heard of soul exchange."

"Never heard of it." Asses denied after recalling it carefully.

Grindelwald took over what Dumbledore said, "We suspect that brat captured that kid in order to exchange souls with him."

Exchange...souls?

There were ripples in the heart of Asseth, but there was no trace on his face. His dark pupils calmly met Dumbledore's scrutinizing gaze. He raised his lips tenderly and slowly uttered three words, "Where's the evidence?"

"Unfortunately, we have no evidence."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, the lenses blocking his inquiring vision.

"There is no evidence..." Artes traced the pattern of the cup with his fingertips. After a few seconds, he raised his head, "Can you tell me the source of your guess?"

"of course."

Dumbledore seemed to have been waiting for this sentence for a long time. He immediately responded and raised his chin towards Grindelwald.

"Gail, take it out."

Grindelwald took out a dark book from somewhere and placed it on the table in front of the three of them.

Dumbledore gestured to Artes.

"Let's take a look, there's an answer here."

Aces lowered his eyes and looked at the table.

This material looks somewhat familiar.

He raised his eyebrows in disgust, slowly took out his white gloves and put them on, making sure that the book cover would not touch his hands before reaching out and rubbing the book cover.

The cover of the book is still pure black, but there is a black mark on the fingertips of Bai's hand, which is obviously so dirty that the original pattern cannot be seen.

Aces was even more disgusted and turned the first page with only his dirty fingers.

There are no words on the first page, and there is only one picture that takes up most of the yellowed page - a large group of snakes wrapped around a log.

Asseth glanced at it casually, and his hand that was about to continue flipping through the book suddenly stopped.

This is not wood, it should be a snake staff.

But why is Haierbo's snake staff painted here?

No, that's not right!

The point should be that this is the magic circle developed by Haierbo, and Haierbo is still alive, which means that the magic circle is of no use to them and can only be used to deceive Voldemort.

Aces lost interest and calmly closed the book.

"You are right, it is indeed an exchange of souls. Now do you want to save Harry Potter? Considering the weak teacher-student relationship, I can lend a helping hand appropriately. If it exceeds the appropriate scope, I remember to auction There is an auction item in the bank that can drive my people, and I can also accept the designation, but the price is a bit expensive."

It doesn’t have to be that direct.

Dumbledore's mouth twitched.

He was used to communicating with people who said a single word and had 180 twists and turns, but now Aces' straight shot caught him off guard, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Grindelwald was used to this way of speaking and had already begun to try to bargain.

Aces took out the auction house's price list and pointed at the numbers on it cold-bloodedly, "I've actually given you a discount, otherwise Hogwarts Castle will cost me half."

Looking at the long string of zeros on the price list, Grindelwald suddenly felt a little weak, but he was determined to win. He raised his head, his eyes widened, and sternly accused Artes of being vulgar.

Don’t forget to add a killer line at the end.

"You're quite expensive."

Aces didn't feel insulted because he was indeed very expensive.

So he thanked Grindelwald for the compliment very seriously, and promised to give him a 90% discount on the previous price, which was regarded as a thank you for the compliment.

Grindelwald's smile broke.

...so angry, since when is his praise worth 99% off? Shouldn't it be free of charge?