HP: Embrace the Darkness

Harry's back gradually faded away, and Grindelwald kept looking at the closed door, lost in thought.

See you soon!

I have seen people fooled by others, but I have never seen people fooled by themselves.

This level is no less than that when the opponent is trying to persuade them to surrender, they will automatically surrender and kick the teammates next to them to force them to surrender together.

Good seedling, good seedling.

As long as all the people he has met before are like this, Europe is nothing, he has to win the United States next door.

Grindelwald was lost in thought, and Dumbledore took this opportunity to quietly touch the second Lemon Olaf.

"Al, you've eaten too much today."

Grindelwald seemed to have eyes behind him. As soon as Dumbledore touched the Lemon Olaf, without even breaking out into a proud smile, he quietly stopped him.

The finger that was reaching for Lemon Olaf naturally changed its direction, pretended to be calm and patted the table, and then took it back. The owner of the hand, Dumbledore, looked innocent.

"You're wrong, I'm just sweeping the dust."

"I just said that braised egg can't come here often." Grindelwald's face was not red and his heart was not beating. He opened his eyes and told lies. "I brought the ashes on him here."

Dumbledore hesitated to speak.

After a while, he reminded gently: "Remember? That's Severus' body. If you slander it like this, aren't you afraid that Mr. Cavendish will come to fight for you?"

Damn!

I almost forgot that I have a blind love brain.

Grindelwald shut up and took Dumbledore's finger, with a little worry in his eyes.

"Let's not talk about it, Al. I'm afraid he will really take action tonight. Do you really want to stay in the principal's office alone? How about I stay with you?"

"No need." Dumbledore pulled out his hand, glanced at Grindelwald's worried eyes, took out the silver card from his pocket, and changed the subject, "Mr. Cavendish gave this to me. Do you know what it is?"

Grindelwald took the card and felt refreshed by the familiar feeling.

Is this... a dead tree blooming in spring?

That curse that Asseth fiddled with?

But how could the magic spell be stored in a card? This overturned his understanding. Even for alchemy, the same effect could only be achieved by inscribing magic words, but here...

Grindelwald did not believe in evil, so he twirled the card with his fingertips and touched it here and there.

It took a long time, but still no clue was found.

The surface of the card is smooth and smooth, and it does not have the magic words that are common in alchemy products. In other words, it has nothing but rich magic power.

Well, he doesn't know either.

"This..." Grindelwald thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "Is it decoration?"

Dumbledore: "..."

What on earth was he expecting Grindelwald to say from his mouth! ?

"No need to read it. I believe Mr. Cavendish would not kill an old man casually even if it was not for Severus' sake." Dumbledore took the card away and put it back in his original pocket.

Grindelwald was unconvinced and jumped: "Old, why are we old! We are only in our early 100s. If we want to say old, it is also the old guy Nico. Look how old he is, how old we are."

Dumbledore pushed Grindelwald away very calmly, "People are destined to grow old. There is no need to avoid aging, or...are you afraid of growing old?"

Speaking of the latter part, Dumbledore's eyes changed when he looked at Grindelwald, almost looking at him.

Grindelwald was well aware of Dumbledore's temper. Hearing this tone, he immediately understood that he had misunderstood. He shrugged helplessly, with a hint of youthful frivolity in his tone.

"Tsk, I'm not as superficial as that idiot, nor am I afraid of aging and death. Al, you should understand my true ideals."

That's true.

Compared to Voldemort, who pursues immortality, Grindelwald's ideals are definitely more profound.

But their methods are equally arbitrary and cruel.

In this respect, the two are equally matched.

"Al, who are you thinking about!?" Grindelwald found that such a big Dumbledore was treating him like nothing and was distracted. He was so angry that he slapped the table and pointed his finger, "Potter? Or Newt?"

"What about Potter and Newt?" Dumbledore coughed twice and brought up the topic. "I almost forgot, I have to prepare some small gifts. I hope Minerva and the others will like this unique surprise."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old hand grabbed a large pile of cockroaches with lightning speed, and stuffed them into his pocket with lightning speed.

"Fox."

Phoenix raised his head in response.

"Walk."

The phoenix spread its wings and flew, its sharp claws carefully grasping the human shoulder, and the flames on its body suddenly burst out, covering the human being.

Grindelwald quickly grabbed Dumbledore's hand and was engulfed in flames at the last second.

The dazzling red light dispersed, and the scorching flame disappeared without knowing when, leaving only a pile of squeaking cockroaches.

Gryffindor common room.

The little witch hesitated to speak but looked at the savior who was holding a book and chewing crazily. Her lips opened and closed several times. She wanted to persuade him but she didn't know how.

After a period of cultivation, she has a deep understanding of what it means to give friends some privacy and sense of proportion.

In her opinion, Harry didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, anyone.

After hesitating for a long time, Hermione walked around behind the sofa and carefully identified the contents of the book in Harry's hand.

Soul... black, black magic?

"Dark magic!? Harry—"

Hermione screamed, covering her mouth in time, and carefully observed the situation around her. The Gryffindor lounge was always noisy, and her voice was mixed in, and did not attract the attention of others.

The little witch breathed a sigh of relief, silently reminded herself of her sense of propriety, and turned her questioning words into a blunt question, "Harry, do you want to learn dark magic?"

"...They're very practical, aren't they?" Harry replied, tightening his grip on the book.

That’s what I want to learn.

Hermione's eyes widened, as angry as a lioness' territory being invaded, but because of some concerns, she hesitated to curse.

She knew Harry. Harry had always been soft-spoken and would not look back until he hit the wall. Now that he was directly opposed to it, he might be able to strengthen his urge to learn black magic.

After thinking about it, it was safer to keep the person under her nose. Hermione stood on tiptoes, wrote down the general content of the book, and turned around to go to the library.

Harry was still waiting to be scolded, but when he came to his senses, Hermione had disappeared behind him.

have they gone?

That’s fine, it’s better to leave.

Harry stared at the book in his hand, his eyes blurred unconsciously. He blinked, suppressed the heat, and forced himself to concentrate on reading.

Half an hour later, Hermione came back with her trophy - a mountain of books.

Looking for care and learning analysis are the specialties of academic masters, and Hermione gave full play to this speciality, finding books that met Harry's standards in just half an hour and borrowing them back.

These books are floating in the air, stacked one after another, flying crookedly and swaying, fully reflecting the weight of knowledge.

The Gryffindor lounge was silent for a few seconds because of the books floating in the air, and then exploded.