HP: Embrace the Darkness

The clear morning light parted the clouds and mist, and the first ray of morning light passed through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the bloody and wet ground.

A pair of shoes paused at a loss.

After a while, the owner of the shoes turned around and ran away.

"problem occurs!"

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"problem occurs!"

Joel's roaring letter forced Asseth out of his sleep, and Snape beside him also woke up in a daze.

Two pairs of black eyes of the same color looked blankly at the shouting letter that disturbed the early morning sleep.

The letter that jumped and screamed was urgent. He nodded to Snape as elegantly as possible, said "good morning", and then eagerly jumped onto Ass's shoulder, pointed his ear, and took a deep breath.

"Master, please get up now, immediately, change your clothes and go back to the manor!"

The sound was directed directly at his ears, and the sound was so loud that it almost lifted Ass's skull.

After rubbing his injured ear, Artes motioned for Snape to go back to sleep. He picked up his nightgown and put it on as he walked out.

"Come on, tell me what happened to deserve our beloved Butler Joel's shouting letters to disturb people's sleep."

"If Mr. Snape hadn't been here, it wouldn't have been a roaring letter." The roaring letter, which was supposed to be oral, actually spoke to Artes seriously.

Artes was not surprised either. He caught a glimpse of Snape following him out of the corner of his eye, and picked up another nightgown and put it on him.

"No more sleep?"

"I'm not going to sleep anymore." Snape gathered up his nightgown and suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Artes, "Didn't you realize that you got the wrong clothes? The one I'm wearing is yours."

Aces looked down and suddenly realized that no wonder he felt something was wrong.

But the impact is not big.

"It's okay to be wrong, as long as it can be worn."

"Well, it's up to you."

Snape responded nonchalantly.

The two walked to the sofa and sat down. Artes leaned over automatically. The sleepiness that had not completely dissipated surged up again, and his eyelids drooped lazily.

Next to him, Joel's urge to slap someone reached a new high after witnessing Asseth's love for him.

In the study, Joel opened his eyes, took a deep breath, closed them again, controlled the roaring letter and gently patted the side of Asseth's face, "Master, do you want to say it here?"

Asseth rubbed his brows to wake himself up, sat upright, "Well, tell me."

The roaring letter folded automatically and fell to the table. The white light cast light and shadow. Joel's big head hung on the letter. He greeted Snape first and then turned to Artes with a serious face.

"Master, just last night, a big hole opened in Godric's Hollow. Gavin took people to see the traces. It looks like it was exploded. It should be left by the battle."

Snape looked at Asseth immediately.

Godric's Hollow and the traces of the battle all match what Ass said yesterday about watching the fight.

Asseth stared intently, his heart still, but Joel continued to talk.

"And that night, the Ministry of Magic encountered a large..."

He paused to consider his words.

"A large-scale purge. Based on the traces left behind, it is speculated that Voldemort and his werewolf men visited the Ministry of Magic. While taking away some people, they also killed several officials on duty who blocked him. It is worth mentioning that yesterday morning, , Nemesis Manor was also attacked by werewolves, and the basilisk Ella scared them away."

Nemesis Manor is the manor located next to Malfoy Manor. It is full of dark wizards who have been bullied by Death Eaters, hunted by Death Eaters, and are particularly vengeful, as well as ordinary wizards who have no other choice.

The methods of those dark wizards were no gentler than those of Death Eaters. Even if they faced werewolves, they would not suffer a big loss. It was a kind of luck that the werewolves were scared away.

"Is there anything else besides these?" Asseth asked.

Joel and Snape gave him a strange look. They didn't know if it was an illusion. They felt that Artes was not surprised at all, but rather expected.

"Grandpa Joel?"

Joel coughed twice, "Yes, more than half of the people in the Ministry of Magic are missing or dead, supplies are missing, and buildings are destroyed. In short, the Ministry of Magic is paralyzed."

Aces smiled softly, as if what he heard was not a big thing like the paralysis of the Ministry of Magic, but that the Black Panther had eaten seven more meals of meat today. He asked calmly: "It's such a big thing, but no one else has done anything?"

"Yes, the study is full of letters. They seem to be pinning their hopes on us - who!"

The projection shook, and Joel over there turned his head suddenly, as if someone had entered the study.

After a moment, he turned back.

"Master, someone is looking for you."

Aces asked with great interest, "Who is looking for me?"

"..." Joel was strangely silent for a few seconds, his expression indescribably strange, "It's... it's Anna and your father's former professor—Professor Mekes."

Maykes?

No, it should be Merlin!

A subtle light flashed across Asseth's eyes, his eyelashes drooped, and he suppressed all emotions, but there was still a gentle and peaceful smile on his lips.

"Since I am a professor from my father and mother, I have no reason to refuse. Grandpa Joel, I will be there in five minutes. Please excuse me."

Joel responded "Okay", and then the projection disappeared. The roaring letter lost all its light and turned into an ordinary letter, lying quietly on the table.

Artes looked at Snape and held his hand reluctantly, "Sev, I have to go back."

Snape nodded, "I don't think my ears have lost their corresponding function."

"Of course." Artes smiled softly, and deliberately leaned forward and touched the tip of his ear hidden in the black hair with his lips, "I know very well."

Artes was too close, and the hot breath of his words hit his ears, flowing ambiguously, a little itchy and numb. Snape stood up stiffly, as if he had unintentionally pulled on his nightgown and closed it.

"He is completely different from before. His recent actions are only known to us at the end, and he consciously divides the work in private when assigning tasks, so I don't know many things. If you must intervene, remember to pay attention to safety. I I don’t want to change the person I spend Valentine’s Day with just yet.”

Before Asseth could recover from the long series of vague concerns, he heard the last sentence, and his black eyes lit up, "Sif, can you say the last sentence again?"

Snape didn't tolerate him. He pretended not to hear and went back to the bedroom, closing the door with lightning speed.

"boom--"

The door shook three times.

Miss Medusa outside seemed to be recalling a nightmare. She shook the door three times, turned her body and glared at Asseth. She knew that this guy was definitely up to no good!

Artes straightened his nightgown, ignored Miss Medusa's eye attack, contacted Joel to open a back door for him, sent him directly back to the room, and then walked towards the fireplace.

Tongues of fire broke out, licking the corners of his robe, and Asseth's figure instantly disappeared from the fireplace.

Cavendish Manor

Aces looked at the familiar bedroom, took a set of clothes and walked to the bathroom.

Three minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom fully dressed, and Nina was already waiting in the bedroom.

"Master, Butler Joel said that Professor Maykes refused his company and was alone in the living room."

"Okay, thank you, Nina."

Asseth touched Nina's head.