HP: Embrace the Darkness

"It seems that I guessed it right." There was a smile on Asseth's lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "How confident were you that you originally regarded Voldemort and the dark wizard as a test subject to exchange souls twice in a short period of time?"

Haierbo felt guilty, coughed twice and put away the snake staff, sat back on the bed with a headache and said: "Half and half, either I can change it back, or I can't change it back at all."

He knew how important Snape was to Artes. When he said these words, he kept glancing at Artes's expression, but unexpectedly saw nothing. Artes was like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

Haier couldn't help but ask: "Asais, are you...are you okay?"

Aces laughed softly and turned the ring carelessly. The silver-white metal ring shimmered inconspicuously as his fingertips fiddled with it.

"I'm fine. Let's find a time to bring Voldemort back. We won't fail. After all, what you and I are best at are souls. Give yourself some confidence."

"You?" Haierbo said with disdain from the bottom of his heart, "How can you understand the secret of the soul at such a young age——"

His voice stopped suddenly, and he looked at the ring that Ass had taken off in shock.

The special fluctuations above that hit the heart directly are not soul fluctuations, what else can they be?

His thoughts followed this familiar ring back to the ring made of souls worn by Snape.

Haierbo was shocked.

Yes, if he wasn't good at soul magic, how could Ass be still alive and kicking after cutting his own soul into soul alchemy products?

But it’s impossible.

Although his soul is no longer there, it's not like he has never tried to split his soul. How could the person who split his soul not be abnormal at all?

It was also because Arthas had never had the sequelae of soul division like Voldemort, so he and they preconceived the idea that Arthas was not good at soul magic.

With strong curiosity surrounding his heart, Haierbo raised his hand, magic power flowed in his palm, and then he attached it to his eyes. His eyes were stained with black magic power, and he could clearly see Ases' soul exuding soft white light.

The soul is intact, not mutilated.

"How is it possible? How can there be nothing wrong with your soul?"

"Secret." Artes put the ring back on slowly and turned the lighted side to his palm. Gradually, the light dimmed.

Haierpo curled his lips in disdain.

If you don’t want to say it, don’t say it. It’s still a secret.

Who is disgusting?

"Secrets are secrets, and I don't really want to know, just like I don't want to know that a little kid wants to take a sweet potion."

Haierbo deliberately played the last note to disgust Asseth, and he wanted to see who could disgust who else.

Aces smiled calmly. His strong spiritual core made him immune to Haierbo's spiritual attack, and he counterattacked in time, "That's good."

Haierbo felt something in his heart. The feeling of punching the cotton was damn uncomfortable. He dropped his face and said, "Can you tell a different story next time, or do you have nothing to show off except for the potion?"

"Of course not." Asseth retorted without thinking. Without paying attention, he blurted out words that would hurt the enemy a thousand times and hurt himself eight hundred. "Those are private things. Don't you think we are a little ambiguous after saying it?"

As soon as the ambiguity emerged, the room fell into dead silence.

Haierbo's pupils trembled, his lips twitched, and he silently retracted into his hood to isolate the so-called ambiguity.

Aces moved his fingers slightly, opening and clenching his hands, clenching and opening them again.

At this moment, an inexplicable atmosphere flowed between the two.

The two of them had only one idea in their minds.

So disgusting/disgusted by myself.

The two of them were silent, speechless.

I can no longer play the game that disgusts the other party.

After a while, Artes estimated that the two people next to him were about to finish talking, so he straightened his clothes and stood up, coughing to relieve the embarrassment.

"If you are not confident enough, take time to visit Cavendish Manor. There are still a few dark wizards who need to be killed in the dungeon. We can try it first.

He put down a door key, then twisted his figure and disappeared in front of Haierbo.

Haierbo looked at the door key with Cavendish written on it, and finally picked it up, but his expression was still a little dazed.

Aces came back at just the right time. Snape and Dumbledore had finished talking and were saying their final goodbyes.

Mainly Dumbledore saying goodbye.

Snape just watched, his eyes wandering impatiently, lost in thought.

After Asseth appeared, he looked over for the first time, and then stopped moving, completely ignoring Dumbledore's chattering in the double-sided mirror.

Dumbledore looked at Snape, whose eyes were fixed on him, and felt that his Potions Professor would soon follow Artes.

But there is nothing we can do about it. Who made the iron tree bloom? It is still a difficult flower to deal with.

Dumbledore looked at Arthas complicatedly.

"Hello Mr. Cavendish, good-bye."

As soon as he finished speaking, the double-sided mirror dimmed.

Artes raised his eyebrows and said backhand, "Sev, Principal Dumbledore walked so fast, did he not want to see me?"

Is this feeling a bit familiar?

Snape thought for a moment, raised his eyes lazily, and blocked what Artes was going to say.

"speak nicely."

Artes blinked and changed his words in a good-natured way, "Professor, Principal Dumbledore doesn't seem to like us being together. He will leave as soon as he sees me."

Although it was still a little strange, it was much better than before. Snape nodded and helped Artes scold Dumbledore in his mind.

On the other side, Dumbledore sneezed three times in a row. Such a familiar scene scared Grindelwald to jump up and close the window, fearing that Dumbledore would catch a cold.

Aces's skill of observing people's emotions was brought into full play in front of Snape.

One look at Snape's face and he knew that Dumbledore had been scolded by Snape again, and his mood suddenly improved. Le Dianping floated a chair over and sat down next to Snape at a distance.

"Sev, when you come back, I will go to the cellar to accompany you, okay?"

Snape understood, "Are you worried that your...things wrong with you will be discovered by your mother?"

"Sif is still smart."

Aces sighed, lying on the back of the chair with a sad face, his chin pressed on his arms, and he explained lazily.

"My mother knows me too well. If she hadn't been in a bad state of pregnancy and had no time to accompany me, I might not have been able to hide it now."