HP: Embrace the Darkness

After the quarrel, I went to the potion room in the best spirit to get the rare potion ingredients and another punching bag.

When he was hungry, Asses brought food.

Thirsty, Asses brought water.

Potions don't want to deal with the materials, Asses does.

If you're bored, go play the leopard to vent your anger.

The day ended comfortably like this.

With good food, good sleep, and free punching bags every day, Snape felt that his bones were being corroded by this meek and luxurious life.

So when he heard in the study that Joel was coming to attend "Dumbledore's" funeral, he applied to fight without saying a word. He was idle anyway, so he might as well come and see what Dumbledore's expression looked like when he attended his own funeral.

Yes, Dumbledore is here too.

He used his identity as the head of a small Cavendish family and came with Grindelwald, who was disguised as an official from the Ministry of Magic.

Now he was looking at his corpse with great interest and marveling at it. He dared to say that no one else could attend his funeral except him. If Hagrid and others hadn't cried so sadly, he would have thought it would be too cool to say something.

The funeral was reaching its final stage and was about to end when special actor Phoenix came on stage.

Sad and shrill cries echoed throughout the campus.

The crying became louder, and the cries one after another even drowned out the cry of the phoenix.

Dumbledore, the person involved, felt guilty and looked at the sky.

ah! Why is the sky so blue today?

Oops, he couldn't take his eyes away.

Snape sneered. He wanted to see how miserable Dumbledore would be when others knew the truth in the future.

The funeral was finally over.

Students exit in an orderly manner.

Professors gathered around Dumbledore's body, and Professor McGonagall dealt with officials from the Ministry of Magic.

The current Ministry of Magic has been eroded by Arthur, and those in power are not as weak and powerful as Fudge. When Dumbledore was still alive, he supported his decision, and Professor McGonagall was willing to have a few words with them.

Artes was not interested in arguing, so he hid in the corner chatting with Snape, planning to wait for Professor McGonagall to finish talking, go over and say hello and leave.

After seeing off the officials from the Ministry of Magic, Professor McGonagall turned around and saw Arthur waiting.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then walked over.

"Aces, I'm glad you could attend."

Artes stopped talking and nodded to Snape, "I want to talk to Minerva alone. Grandpa Joel, can you go over there and wait for me for a while?"

Snape looked at Artes, and then at Professor McGonagall, who was obviously colder than usual. His eyes darkened and he said calmly: "Madam is still waiting for us at home. I remember that the young master should have the habit of checking the time?"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Professor McGonagall didn't understand and looked at Artes.

"It reminds me to watch some time. My mother is waiting for me."

Artes smiled calmly and explained a few words. When Snape was far enough away, he took Professor McGonagall to a more secluded corner.

"Minerva? Your expression tells me that I must have done something wrong."

"Wrong thing?" Professor McGonagall smiled bitterly, "Just think that I did something wrong and blame you."

anger?

Asseth's face was calm, but his heart was lifted. He didn't care, but Sif...

Recalling the prophecy that Snape would be ostracized at Hogwarts after Dumbledore's death, a sharp look flashed across Artes's eyes and his smile faded.

"So what you're saying is that you're angry with me and Sev because of Dumbledore's death?"

"Why do you think so?"

Professor McGonagall was surprised. She raised her hand to fix her loose hair and looked at Artes seriously, with tears gradually gathering in her eyes.

"I know that the death of Albus has nothing to do with you or Severus, especially Severus. He is also a victim of this matter. If it were me, I would be helpless. I, I just can't control it. Stop yourself and think about another possibility, what if--forget it."

She sighed.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I came to you to ask you if Severus is okay now?"

Artes was silent on the surface, but secretly he was harassing Snape like crazy.

"Sev! Sev! Minerva asked about your situation, what should I say?"

Snape was so noisy that he had a headache and replied impatiently: "Shut up! You are too noisy."

Aces fell silent for a moment, looking at Snape's cold expression from the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but worry about the Potions Master's condition, and he spoke more cautiously.

Professor McGonagall is an expert in teaching, but when it comes to fooling people, he is really no match for the eloquent Artis who has been in Vanity Fair all year round.

After a few words, Professor McGonagall gave up asking about the Potions Master's whereabouts, and instead curiously asked about the subsequent development of Hogwarts.

"We have had a meeting about this." Artes looked at Professor McGonagall strangely, "Someone will inform you of the follow-up arrangements."

Professor McGonagall didn't know why.

Artes didn't want to say more. He gently raised his hand and hugged Professor McGonagall.

"It's time for me to leave. I'm sorry about Headmaster Dumbledore, Minerva. My condolences."

After saying that, he let go of his hand and turned to leave.

Professor McGonagall was unable to stay, so she could only watch helplessly as Artes found Joel, leaned over and said a few words, and the two of them smiled and walked out of her sight.

Is it an illusion?

Why does this person look so familiar?

Professor McGonagall stared at Joel hesitantly.

"Minerva, come here."

Professor Sprout's voice came from not far away. Professor McGonagall took a deep look at Artes, then turned and left.

-

Dumbledore's funeral seemed to turn on the switch for Voldemort's confidence. From that day on, the Death Eaters' actions became more arrogant and rampant.

This time, their target is the Ministry of Magic.

In the study room of Cavendish Manor, Joel handed a stack of information to Artes.

"These are the lists controlled by Death Eaters. Replacement personnel have been arranged. If there are no accidents, they will be replaced tonight."

Ace took it and glanced briefly.

"No need to replace them all, just keep two as evidence."

"Okay, Master." Joel took note of Asseth's words and took out a report.

"Master, mission 94 has been successfully completed. All living creatures on Dragon Island have been transferred. 20% of the magical animals have been transported back to Germany. 80% of the magical animals have been transported to the manor and handed over to Manan for arrangement."

Ace's hand knocked on the table without leaving any trace. Joel didn't pay attention and continued to ask for instructions: "Dragon Island is currently empty. Do you need to close the island?"

"Feng, as usual, only allowed to go out but not allowed to enter." Asseth made the final decision.

Joel nodded to indicate he understood.

The whole morning was spent in reporting. Asseth looked at the time and interrupted Joel at random points, "Take a rest and have a sip of tea, Grandpa Joel."

Joel also looked at the time and smiled meaningfully, "Master, if you don't mind, I think you can work part-time as the manor's timer."

"I'm very mind."

Aces refused righteously, and then opened the study door happily.

As expected, Snape was walking slowly from the other side of the corridor.

Both of them had just the right amount of time.

"I'm leaving, Grandpa Joel. Please help me organize the information on the desktop. I'll answer those letters if you can. If you can't, I'll deal with them in the afternoon."

Joel watched helplessly as Asseth ran outside without looking back as he spoke, feeling inexplicably like a cabbage leaning on itself and being humped by a pig.

The last time I felt like this was Anna.

He was lost in thought.

Artes took the initiative to hold Snape's hand before he came over, "Didn't Gellert talk back today? Why did it end so soon?"

Snape raised a mocking smile, "No, he returned it, but it was of no use."

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

Artes was silent, not daring to speak for Grindelwald, but nodded in agreement.