HP: Embrace the Darkness

This is money!

Susanna happily took the card and took a sip.

Suddenly, she remembered something very important.

"Since it's infiltration, am I robbing or stealing? Also, do they require the integrity of the task object? Is it acceptable to break arms and legs?"

Artes glanced at Susanna angrily, "You'd better be careful. Voldemort is not a vegetarian. If you can, try not to expose yourself. Safety first. If you have any questions, go back. Don't worry about Potter. He will be fine. Don't Silly and Voldemort head-on."

Joel also stared at Susanna warningly, "The young master is right, if you still do the task with this attitude, then I will refuse the task on your behalf."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Susanna put the card in her pocket and covered her pocket happily, "I'm not stupid. It's so difficult to save someone. Can't I just catch a dark wizard and knock him out to replace Potter? ?”

"This is a good idea." Artes thought for a while, took out a few bottles of polyjuice potion, handed it to Susanna, and warned, "Be careful and don't rush in."

Susanna waved her hand nonchalantly, took the potion and stuffed it into the bracelet, "Okay, I have experience in this kind of thing."

Artes stared at Susanna for a long time, but in the end he was still worried and sighed, "I'm going to help you lure Voldemort away, please let me know before you go."

A task that wasn't already difficult becomes easier.

Susanna smiled brightly, raised her hand and blew a kiss, "I know my nephew is the best."

After she finished speaking, she flicked her hair and went to the manor dungeon to choose a suitable scapegoat, muttering, "My baby, my sister is here."

Aces: "..."

I always feel that this person seems unreliable.

Joel was completely relieved now, and he was in the mood to comfort Asseth: "Master, you should believe Susanna, no one is better than her at this kind of sneaky thing."

That's true.

Asseth nodded with deep understanding.

"A-A-A Qiu!"

Susanna was walking in the dark passage of the dungeon and sneezed uncontrollably. She rubbed her nose and thought about who was scolding her.

First of all, her dear nephew was so nice, it definitely couldn't be him.

Secondly, Anna is kind-hearted and not her.

In summary, it’s definitely the bitch William and the stinky old man Uncle Joel.

Susanna targeted the murderer and kept yelling back. William, who was preparing to come back from Germany, actually sneezed.

Wait, did she forget to tell Asseth that Anna was coming back.

Suzanne braked suddenly, patted her head in annoyance, pulled out her wand and waved it.

A brightly colored bird flew from the tip of her staff and flew toward the exit with joy.

Generally speaking, the patron saint of wizards is a silvery-white translucent animal, like a ghost in the fog, with a light blue light, which leads many people to mistakenly think that the patron saint is blue.

But Susanna's patron saint is not any one of the two colors of blue and silver, but a gorgeous color composed of lavender, cyan, indigo and white.

The feathers are not translucent, but have a real sense of light. The feathers are clearly defined and look like a living bird.

If other people's patron saints are souls, then Susanna's patron saint is a real entity, and it can still hit people.

The light brought by the patron saint dimmed, and Susanna continued to pick people without looking back.

In the study, Artes and Joel were talking about other things, and there was a sudden knocking on the window.

Joel saw the looming purple light in the window and suddenly understood. He got up and opened the window. While opening it, he explained to Ass.

"This is Susanna's patron saint, the purple-breasted Buddha, Dharma and Monk, a very beautiful bird."

Asseth walked over curiously and took a look.

The colorful bird seemed to know that Joel was praising it. It puffed up its chest in a majestic manner, and all the feathers around its neck exploded. It was fluffy, soft and cute, completely unlike Susanna's patron saint.

Joel caught a glimpse of the affection in Asseth's eyes and reminded him: "Don't underestimate it. This kind of bird has a bad temper and is very aggressive."

"Click——"

The window that had been pecked just now had a crack.

Aces: "..."

Is this the strength of the same lineage?

Isn't it a bit too big?

But can the patron saint still do this?

Asseth asked Joel with disbelieving eyes.

Joel smiled coldly, "You read that right, it's just so unreasonable."

The purple-breasted Buddhist monk flew in with his head shaking, and landed on Asseth's shoulder. His sharp beak opened and closed, conveying Susanna's notice:

"Nephew, my sister is coming back. Remember to prepare a welcome gift. Oh, by the way, let's keep it secret. Don't tell Uncle Joel, and let him know nothing and go alone in embarrassment."

Joel, who heard all the news openly and honestly: "..."

But what’s more important now is——

"Is mother coming back?"

"Ana is coming back?"

The two said in unison, and after speaking they looked at each other, turned around and left in tacit agreement to prepare the welcome gift.

Aces had made preparations early and had chosen the gift, but he didn't expect Anna to come back early and hadn't received the gift yet.

After going to check on the progress of the gift, the "idle" Master Cavendish turned around, changed direction quite skillfully, and walked towards Hogwarts.

At night, after warning the restless students, Snape walked back to the cellar with heavy steps.

As soon as he opened the door, someone grabbed his left wrist.

Without any thought, Snape turned around, twisted his wrists to break free, stepped back, walked around behind the person, quickly drew out his wand, and put it against the overly familiar neck.

These movements were done in one go, it was the instinct of the body, and by the time he reacted, the two of them were already in the posture of Muggle robbers taking hostages.

Aces had no intention of resisting and simply raised his hands in surrender.

"I don't have any problem with being robbed of money or sex, so...Sev, which one do you want?"

Snape sneered and put away his wand, but did not leave his hand. He grabbed Artes' wrist with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, and his voice dropped to a dangerous tone.

"Shouldn't your brain be glad that I didn't use the Killing Curse right away?"

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have scared you."

Artes admitted his mistake quickly and with a correct attitude. Snape's pent-up anger had no place to vent, and he pinched the back of Artes' neck hard, squeezing the soft flesh to vent his anger.

It's not painful, but it's a little sore.

Aces's eyes were full of smiles, and he obeyed the Potions Master's mercy.

Snape "raised and lowered his hands" for a while, but met no resistance. He suddenly felt bored and took back his hands out of interest, "Why are you back?"

Um? Didn't he write that in his letter?

Arthur realized something was wrong and turned to look at the desk. The letter on it was still there, with no sign of opening it. "...You haven't been back to the cellar for a day?"

Speaking of this, Snape became angry.

"Maybe you should ask us... dear Headmaster Dumbledore!"