HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Good at escaping?"

Aces frowned. This was too general. If we really wanted to talk about it, who among him, Haierbo, and the four founders was not good at running away? Not to mention a strong man of Merlin's level. They could easily get rid of him. Everyone fled and no one could find them.

Not a single useful clue?

Besides Merlin, who else has this ability?

People from the same period?

But Merlin's origin is mysterious, and there are various theories. If he really wants to know the specific year and time, there seems to be no other way except asking him.

As Ass was thinking, he turned back unconsciously, and his fingertips touched the ridge. He was stunned for a moment, lowered his head blankly, and saw a sentence on the back of the parchment.

"That man doesn't look human."

The handwriting is sloppy, and it seems that I wanted to write something at the end but was delayed by something. There is only one horizontal line, and it was a sudden interruption.

"T? What's behind?"

The wrinkles between Asseth's brows deepened.

After much thought and no clue, he gave up for the time being, wrote down all the information, destroyed the parchment, and came to Malfoy Manor at night.

Until late at night, several Death Eaters came out of it. Standing under the tree, Artes cheered up and found Snape and Lucius inside at a glance.

The main thing that can be seen about Lucius is that his long platinum hair is too dazzling in the black.

It's like a fire in the dark night.

"If this was on the battlefield, it would be a living target! Why don't you persuade Lucius to shave his hair?" Asseth sighed and walked out from behind the tree.

There was still a curse hanging on him, so other Death Eaters couldn't see it. Only Snape, who had an invisible connection with him, could sense him regardless of the curse.

Snape's speaking voice suddenly paused, and before Lucius looked over, he resumed his original speaking speed, telling Draco's current situation in a roundabout way.

Lucius felt very complicated.

His previously childish son grew up overnight in a corner that he couldn't see. As a father, he should be proud of this, but his first reaction was whether he had been wronged and whether he was tired.

So he stopped talking and looked at Snape.

Snape was looking for Arthur's location. He felt Lucius's gaze and had to temporarily restrain himself. He asked him with a dark face what else he wanted?

"Is Draco happy?"

This is an unexpected question.

Snape stared at Lucius for a few seconds before slowly looking away, "I hope your brain full of potions can turn around a little and recognize the reality... I am not the nanny of your father and son. I will leave this question open." Ask your good son, don’t ask me.”

After saying that, he ignored Lucius's colorful and distorted face, walked past him and apparated behind the tree.

A gust of wind blew, and two people were missing behind the tree.

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

The two men showed themselves.

Snape silently took off his Death Eater's black robes and hung them on the coat rack. At the right moment, Artes handed him hot tea.

The tea was handed to you, so there was no reason not to drink it, not to mention that I had been in a meeting tonight and was already thirsty.

Snape took the tea, took a sip, crossed his arms and looked at Artes, "Didn't I tell you to go back first? Why did you come to Malfoy Manor?"

"I'm worried because you didn't give me any news." Asses told the truth.

Snape subconsciously looked at his fingers, then later he remembered that Voldemort never stopped talking during the meeting. Not only could they, subordinates, not be distracted, but they also had to write down Voldemort's words and accept surprise questions, so they couldn't spare any time to give Ah Seth delivers the message.

She pursed her lips, but before she could find the steps, the other person handed it over to her thoughtfully.

"Working overtime so late, Voldemort is more of a capitalist than a capitalist! In other words, he has no brains, otherwise the capitalists will add another ruthless person to their army, and there will be no overtime pay."

Artes complained with disdain, and then changed the subject and wanted to persuade Snape to quit. However, Snape seemed to know what he was thinking and suddenly pointed to the door.

"You're not going back yet? Or are you planning to stay?"

"Can you?" Assel suddenly forgot what he wanted to say and looked at Snape expectantly.

Snape smiled slightly and said two cold words, "No."

With his hope dashed, Artes felt even worse than Voldemort's death. He pulled Snape with a sullen expression, "I promise not to do anything tonight, just sleep."

"I'll give you three seconds to disappear before my eyes." Snape slowly opened the first button of his shirt, "Three, two..."

Seeing that Snape was serious, Artes reluctantly mobilized his magic power, lingered on chanting the spell, and prepared to leave.

Feeling the fluctuation of magic power, Snape relaxed his vigilance. The next second, Artes approached him with lightning speed, took a bite of the exposed collarbone, and then stepped away with stunned black eyes, leaving The next gentle good night comes quickly.

Everything happened so fast. When Snape came to his senses, there was no one in front of him. He raised his hand and touched his neck. The warmth of his lips seemed to still be on it, making it a little hot.

"Excessive."

He cursed softly, but there was a smile in his tone.

On the other side of Cavendish Manor, Asseth touched his lips, a smile flowed from his peach blossom eyes, with a hint of regret.

It's a pity. If I hadn't refrained from making a scene too late last time, I might have been able to stay tonight.

"Master? Where are you doing?"

Joel's voice came from the end of the corridor.

Asseth suppressed the smile on his lips and straightened his clothes seriously, "It's Grandpa Joel. I just came back and I'm going back to the room now."

Joel nodded and walked closer with the lantern, "It's getting late, young master, go to bed early."

"Okay, good night, Grandpa Joel."

"Good night, Master."

After watching Joel leave, Asseth turned and returned to his room.

The next day, the British magical world woke up and found that the world of magic... had changed again.

The Ministry of Magic, which had been able to maintain balance before, suddenly broke out into internal strife.

Officials supporting the Ministry of Magic and those supporting the Death Eaters were quarreling over the yet-to-be-elected Minister of Magic. The previously suppressed conflicts broke out again. It only took an hour to go from quarreling to fighting.

The remaining sanity of both sides was probably used to hide the internal fighting. After the fight in the morning, they sat together in the afternoon, scolding each other and discussing countermeasures.

Unexpectedly, a reporter from the Daily Prophet discovered this scene, took a photo, and wrote a full page of the newspaper criticizing the hopelessness of the Ministry of Magic, and the other page was "The Missing Savior."

Both topics hit the point that wizards were most concerned about. At first, they could remain calm and wait for the Ministry of Magic's statement.

But for several days, the internal fighting in the Ministry of Magic has not subsided. Every day, wizards can see in the Daily Prophet the stupid things the two factions of the Ministry of Magic do to target each other, including but not limited to fighting each other in public.

Fighting each other in public, doing stupid things that even Hogwarts students couldn't do. For a time, the prestige of the Ministry of Magic fell to the bottom. Negative public opinions came like a flood, and there were many comments about the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic.

The wind has risen.