HP: Embrace the Darkness

Because of Aces' words, Draco began to hide in confusion for five minutes.

In the first minute, he was lucky enough to dodge all the attacks without any damage.

In the second minute, his movements became sluggish and he accidentally got hit. He rolled in a circle on the ground and was covered in dust, but! Aces' movements were sluggish for a moment because of the dust raised. He seized this opportunity, got up, and continued to be beaten.

In the third minute, he decided to unilaterally break off relations with Assis for one minute.

In the fourth minute, he vowed that he could forgive Ass if he stopped now.

At the fifth minute, the platinum peacock turned into a gray peacock and fell to the ground motionless.

Aces patted the non-existent dust on his sleeves and took time to look down at Draco.

"In five minutes, I didn't dodge twice, bumped into myself three times, and attacked myself once. Draco, I have to think of how to praise you."

This damn familiar tone, his brother couldn't be the dean's compounder, right?

The platinum peacock turned over in despair and turned his back to Asseth in protest.

"Brother, can't you reflect on the fact that your attack speed is a bit too fast?"

"I'm simulating a multi-person attack." Artes said confidently, "You don't think that someone would be stupid enough to fight you one-on-one in a life-or-death situation, right?"

"...Don't tell me, what if there really is such a fool?" Draco asked.

Aces was silent.

He seemed to remember that Voldemort did this when he faced Potter. Not only did he not allow the Death Eaters to interfere with each other, but he also had to salute before beating him.

Sure enough, there is no shortage of fools in this world, and there are all kinds of fools.

He sighed, then glanced at Draco, who was wailing in pain for nothing, and laughed and cursed: "Stop howling here, I know how much magic I have used. If you howl again, I don't mind making you so painful that you can't cry out." .”

Draco quickly shut up, but he couldn't help but be mean, "Brother, do you know what you looked like just now?"

Knowing that Draco had bad intentions, Asseth was still curious and asked: "What's it like?"

"I told you not to be angry," Draco warned worriedly.

While Asseth nodded in agreement, he thought to himself: Of course he is not angry, because he usually takes action directly and expresses his anger on the spot.

"That's right, sometimes my father is left at home by my mother to stay alone in the empty room——"

A flash of fire struck Draco.

Draco had been paying attention to Aces, and he noticed it as soon as the fireball came out. He rolled and jumped up, dodged the fireball, and shouted: "Didn't you say you're not angry? You don't mean what you say!"

"I'm not angry, it's just that my magic has its own ideas, and I hit you unconsciously. Besides, I only said I wasn't angry, and I didn't say I wouldn't hit you. Draco, I see you've been very arrogant recently. Fighting in school, provoking professors in public, huh?”

Ace moved his wrist.

Draco backed away cautiously. After hearing this, he retorted: "There is a reason for fighting. As for provoking professors - those two idiots Carlo are not professors. Why can't I provoke them."

"I'm not talking about Carlo." Asses smiled and threw one spell after another.

"Then who else? I didn't provoke other professors." Draco shouted while hiding.

Taking into account the bottles and jars around him, Aces took action with a precise eye. The attack speed was much slower than before. It was not difficult for Draco to hide, and he still had the energy to yell.

"Who is it? Apart from those two nasty guys Carlo, I have never provoked anyone else."

"Keep thinking."

Aces raised his hand ruthlessly.

Draco really couldn't think of anything and didn't want to hide anymore, so he simply lay down on the ground.

"I'm going to tell my godmother you abused me."

"Is this called abuse?" Asespi smiled, but put his hand down and stopped attacking. "It seems that you are still living too comfortably."

Draco raised his eyelids and glanced at Artes, "Yes, yes, yes, you can beat me. When the dean comes back, I will tell the dean that you bullied the prefects of Slytherin."

"Don't get involved with Sif, and why do you think Sif would be on your side?"

Of course Draco was sure that Snape would not side with him, but since Snape was not here, the truth did not depend entirely on his words.

Aces also understood that Draco was being clever, so he walked over and kicked him lightly.

"Okay, you passed the test this time. Although you didn't dodge all the subsequent attacks, you didn't do the same stupid thing you did. Go back and reflect on where the problems are. I won't let you go so easily next time."

Draco quickly got up, dusted himself off, and smiled proudly.

To survive another day, he is really awesome.

"Then...brother, should I go back first?"

"Yes." Asseth responded, then suddenly remembered something and stopped him, "Do you want me to take you back?"

Draco was helpless, "Brother, I'm not a kid who can't even use the Disillusionment Curse."

"...Yes, you have grown up."

Aces sighed softly and wanted to touch Draco's head like before, but felt it was inappropriate, so he turned around and patted Draco on the shoulder.

"You are outstanding and dazzling now, Draco, I am proud of you."

Draco smiled, took the initiative to lower his head, took Artes' hand, and touched his head, just like Artes had touched his head countless times.

"No matter how much I grow up, you are still my brother."

He would never forget that year when Asses reached out to him during the noisy banquet.

I will never forget that Asseth left everyone behind to hold him in his arms when he was depressed, comforted him patiently, and finally took him to the Forbidden Forest to relax.

Every time he was unhappy, Asses was never absent, letting him vent, making him happy, and giving him advice. He was simply more conscientious than his father.

He has no biological brother, and he doesn't know what other brothers do, but he can guarantee that the love, companionship, and care that Ases gave him will only be more than others, not less than others.

Draco touched the alchemy badge in his pocket that was updated regularly, and his light eyes lit up with rich colors.

Being so big, he has many things.

Half of it was a gift from the family, which was his right and his responsibility. One day, he would take over his father's burden and support the Malfoy name.

The other half came from Artes' love, a gift that he didn't need to think about how to repay.

When dreaming back at midnight, he would always think about how sad his life would have been if Asseth had not reached out to him that day...

The resurrected Voldemort, the Death Eaters occupying his own manor, and various dangerous tasks.

Maybe he will also be a member of the Death Eaters in the future, forced to complete the tasks assigned by Voldemort, do things he doesn't like, and have to kowtow to Voldemort.

Kneel before Voldemort?

Draco's eyes flashed.

He didn't know why, but he was very concerned and curious about this conjecture, and even had a vague feeling, as if this was his original life.

After thinking for a while, he told Asseth his conjecture, hoping to get the answer from him.

Aces was stunned, thinking about Draco's original fate unconsciously, and suddenly didn't know how to answer.