HP: Embrace the Darkness

After having a different teaching report to write every day, Voldemort fell silent for a whole week.

This week, he had no time or energy to target anyone, and Hogwarts gained a long-lost peace - the professors who knew about it breathed a sigh of relief, and the students who didn't know about it happily enjoyed a stable campus life.

Among so many people, Harry was the only one who felt tired living in a world where everyone was drunk and I was alone.

Another battle of wits and courage ended, and the physically and mentally exhausted savior walked out of the principal's office.

The front of his thighs were sore and weak due to excessive exercise. He had to hold on to the wall and move to the stairs step by step. This was an arduous project, especially since there was Voldemort behind him who was watching the show.

Voldemort found new pleasure during this time - torturing his destined enemy and admiring his pitiful appearance.

For this reason, he also spared those poor students in class and specifically targeted Harry.

This move was no different from Snape's before. The students accepted this happy news without the slightest doubt. After two seconds of silence for Harry, they happily enjoyed the peaceful campus life.

Looking at the bottomless stairs below, Harry felt that his feet were getting softer. Hearing the footsteps approaching behind him, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, held on to the handrail next to him, and walked down.

Every time he bent his knees, he could feel the soreness and exhaustion that hit his soul. If he wasn't careful, he would roll down. Harry became even more nervous and couldn't care less about Voldemort's glaring eyes behind him.

Voldemort stood at the top of the stairs and watched for a while, but still didn't see the fall, so he walked down the stairs without interest.

The black robe deliberately slapped Harry as he passed by.

Harry held on to the stair railing with all his strength, and it took almost all his strength to keep from falling.

Even though he did it himself, he still didn't see the savior fall to the ground. Voldemort felt bored and snorted, stopped, and used his height advantage to shroud Harry in his shadow.

After a while, he leaned down, looked into those stubborn green eyes, and laughed evilly.

"Don't be so nervous, you won't feel so uncomfortable soon." Voldemort suddenly stretched out his hand to pull Harry's collar, and patted Harry's tense shoulders, "Go and rest, it will still be the same time tomorrow."

Voldemort was born into darkness, and the moment he turned around, he merged into the darkness, but Harry only felt something heavier than the darkness pressing down on him.

What do you mean?

What does Voldemort mean?

What does it mean to feel less uncomfortable soon?

Do you want to kill him?

Or have you had enough of playing house and plan to destroy Hogwarts?

Harry didn't know, didn't know what to do.

Now no one in Hogwarts except him doubts Voldemort's identity. Even Dumbledore has been deceived by Voldemort. He is just a student. Can he save Hogwarts from Voldemort?

Harry leaned against the wall, feeling powerless and gasping unbearably.

Suddenly, he thought of someone.

A man no weaker than Voldemort.

A man who could stand up to Voldemort.

Cavendish Manor.

After dinner, Asseth stayed in the study for an hour to complete the final work, and then without even taking a break, he dug out the book from a long time ago and walked to Anna and William's bedroom as if he was dead.

Knocking on the door and hearing the excited "come in" inside, he forced a smile and walked in with a book in one hand and flowers in the other.

"Mom, how do you feel?"

Anna was nestled on the sofa, wrapped in a thick blanket, and was watching the movie projected by the alchemy projector. After hearing this, she took the time to give Ases a gentle smile.

"I think it's good, but the male protagonist is not very handsome. What do you think when William comes back, I can leave him to make a movie for me to watch?"

Aces made a move.

Wasn't he asking about his physical condition?

But if you're in the mood to see if the leading actor is handsome or not, it should be fine.

With this thought, he put the flowers into the vase, inserted them carefully, and raised his eyebrows in schadenfreude, "I think it's good, my father seems to be very good at acting."

Anna stopped talking.

She stared at her son's gentle and smiling side face, and had an unrealistic thought about to come to her mind.

Considering that this was a son, not a husband who could be bullied casually, she was not so direct, but pretended to be uncomfortable and coughed twice.

Aces immediately left the flower arranging work and quickly came to Anna's side. He wanted to hold her but didn't know whether he should hold her or not, and froze in mid-air.

"Mom, are you thirsty and want some water?"

As if he had found the right answer, he hurriedly called Nina and asked Nina to bring a glass of hot milk.

Nina came happily and snapped her fingers to leave. The whole process took less than two seconds.

Anna coughed a few more times, pretending to be weak and stretched out her hand to hold Ass's wrist.

"Baby, speaking of which, I have always had a wish that has not come true. Can you help me make it come true?"

Aces's excellent wizard sixth sense suddenly came into play at this time. He keenly captured the smile and excitement deep in Anna's eyes. Combined with the conversation just now, he understood Anna's intention.

After a moment of silence, Asseth squatted down helplessly.

"Mother."

Anna didn't know that a disaster was coming, and she thought that Asses was going to agree, so she said "Hey" happily.

"You want me to act in a movie for you?"

"Yes, yes!" Anna was still laughing. The next second, her disconnected brain came online. Her smile disappeared instantly and she retracted her hand in embarrassment, "You know... I was just kidding, cough... joke."

At this time, Nina, who went to get Anna milk, came back and said, "Master, the milk is here."

"Nina!" Anna was very happy that Nina interrupted the awkward atmosphere and waved to her affectionately, "Come here, the milk is mine."

Nina was familiar with Artes' recipes and naturally knew that the milk belonged to Anna. However, she still glanced at Artes first and got his tacit nod before sending the milk at the right temperature to Anna's hand.

Taking a sip of warm milk, Anna felt like she was resurrected with full blood, and she was also filled with inexplicable confidence - so what if Artes knew, at worst, she would act coquettishly and wallow, so she didn't believe that Artes could still reject her.

"Aces... Baby, mommy has been really bored out of her mind lately. Your father is so unreliable because of-"

Anna covered her mouth and blinked a pair of peach blossom eyes that were very similar to Asseth's, full of fear.

It's over, she seems to have spilled the beans.