HP: Embrace the Darkness

Cavendish Manor.

In the distance, a warm magic power was approaching. Asses seemed to feel it. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked out the window. A blue phoenix passed through the window. Shi Shiran landed on the window sill and tilted his head. .

This phoenix looks familiar but not too familiar.

Aces imitated the phoenix and tilted his head, looking at the phoenix's face, beak, and even its whole body.

He had seen Dumbledore's phoenix before, but it didn't seem as fat as this one.

With a thought in his mind, he raised his eyebrows and a polite smile appeared on his lips, "Gellert?"

Phoenix nodded proudly.

A pen flew out of Asseth's hand, passed through Phoenix's head, and fell outside the window sill.

Unable to condense entities.

Aces gloated and curled his eyes, it seemed that Grindelwald was going to lose to Dumbledore for the rest of his life.

"You can laugh even if you can't hit me? Are you sick?" The blue phoenix flapped its wings, and Grindelwald's voice flowed out of its mouth, with extremely distinctive personal characteristics.

Hearing this, Asseth suppressed his smile.

"I just thought that I was going to have younger brothers and sisters. I was a little happy. I didn't mean to laugh at you."

It would be fine without adding the last sentence, but with the addition of the last sentence, it will look particularly sinister. The phoenix reflects the owner's emotions, and the entire bird's body becomes larger again.

Artes looked at the swimming ring on Phoenix's belly in surprise and hesitated, "You, your patronus...should you lose weight? I remember that Dumbledore's patronus is a whole circle smaller than you."

"You're the fat one! Your whole family's patron saint is fat!"

The phoenix twisted its chubby body, flapped its wings, and flew towards Artes with great momentum, constantly spitting out Grindelwald's counterattacks.

Artes didn't care what Grindelwald scolded him.

Anyway, their patron saint is not fat, and it is impossible for him to become fat.

He's more interested in the chubby Phoenix Patron than being scolded, which seems easy to dissect.

"Tell me the truth, Gellert, how on earth did you get such a... plump phoenix to be your patron saint? It looks so festive."

Hearing the adjectives associated with being fat, Phoenix became even more angry.

"You are the one who is fat! You are the one who is plump! You are the one who is happy! This is obviously called strong!!!"

"Okay, okay, if you say you are strong, you will be strong." Artes dealt with Grindelwald perfunctorily, took out a letter, opened it and glanced at the contents.

The letter was from a family that was beyond reach, and the words in the letter were all about surrendering.

Come sooner or later, come and surrender when the Death Eaters are bravely storming Knockturn Alley, it's a pretty good idea.

There was ridicule in Asseth's eyes, but the reply he wrote contained a gentleness that was completely different from his expression. Every sentence was well-founded and measured in advance and retreat, so that he would neither suffer a loss for himself nor put the other party into death.

At the end of the letter was a series of thanks. He skimmed over the cursive characters and signed his name. While signing, he asked: "Why did you come to see me?"

Only then did Grindelwald remember that he came to see Asseth for a serious purpose.

The phoenix sensed the change in its owner's mood, and suddenly became wet and its plump swimming ring disappeared. It looked more like Dumbledore's phoenix.

Aces thought it was amazing and took a second look. Then he saw Phoenix walking over to him with his butt twisted and asked:

"What was that card you gave Al? Do you need my help?"

It's a bit eye-catching, but it's also fun.

Arthur's eyes were glued to the phoenix, and he answered Grindelwald's question absently, "A little surprise, you will like it."

"Would I like it?" Grindelwald repeated in a low voice, his pupils suddenly tightened, and he said with great surprise, "You mean...that thing?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it right, but it's a pity that there is no reward." Grindelwald's eyes were so wide, and he knew that it was impossible to touch him. Artes simply stood up and opened the window to see the guest off. "I have something else to do, so I won't send you far away." "

After hearing the good news, Grindelwald was in a good mood and did not care about Artes. He flapped his wings vigorously, landed on the windowsill, and looked up at Artes.

"There's something I want to tell you."

He paused for a few seconds, his voice filled with helplessness.

"Your father found me. I'm not sure if he guessed everything, but I can tell you that at least he guessed that you might be in danger.

And as far as I know, he visited many blood magic researchers in Germany and asked wizards whether the blood magic left by their parents is still useful when they become adults. Maybe they want to use blood magic as a fallback method for you. "

In fact, Artes also discovered something unusual about William and Anna, but he didn't want to take the initiative to break the rare peace and harmony.

Wenlan pinched his eyebrows. The sun was shining brightly outside, shining on him through the window, but he only felt cold all over, as if he was standing in front of an abyss, with the biting cold wind pouring straight into his heart, and his whole body was completely chilled.

"It's my fault for worrying them."

There is no right or wrong in this kind of thing.

Grindelwald carefully looked at the child that he almost watched grow up, and sighed quietly.

"does it worth?"

does it worth?

Aces closed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and let the sun hit his face. The surroundings were quiet, except for the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the sound of his heartbeat.

Following the sound of his heartbeat, he gave the only answer.

"If no one gives him a choice, then I will."

It was obviously an answer that was not the answer to the question, but Grindelwald was stunned on the spot, speechless, and it took him a long time to squeeze out "This is not an answer."

"Does it have to be measured by whether it's worth it? Are you so superficial? Then your feelings for Dumbledore should also be judged by whether it's worth it, right? "

Aces chuckled, hooked his fingertips on his collar, and gently pulled it, exposing his collarbone.

Loosening his collar as if taking off his mask, he stood more casually, lazily leaning against the wall, looking far away. When encountering the dazzling light, he squinted slightly, and his voice gained a little more warmth in the light.

"It's a pity. It's true that I am a Slytherin who is good at weighing pros and cons, but there are always things in this world that cannot be measured by whether they are worth it. I only know that everything is done willingly."

"If you have to answer whether it's worth it or not, I can only say that it doesn't get more worth it than this."

Every word is sincere and sincere.

There are not many people he cares about, and the number of things he can give is limited. Now he just wants the word "smooth" to be integrated into the rest of his life as a potion master.

Artes's eyebrows were lowered, the sun was shining brightly on him, and the curve of his peach blossom eyes was so gentle that people dared not look directly into it. Grindelwald clicked his tongue, his teeth feeling a little sore.

"You're a sharp-tongued kid. I can't help you. It's worth it if you think it's worth it. Anyway, it's not like I'm going to lose everything within easy reach."