HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces was the only one in the study.

The sounds of Anna and Susanna chatting and laughing occasionally came from the garden downstairs, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the dim study, dispersing the dead silence in the room.

After an unknown amount of time, Asseth finally broke away from the state of doubting life, moved his stiff body, changed his posture, and continued to smooth out his thoughts.

First of all, there must be something wrong with his memory. I don’t want to think about this issue in detail. If you think about it carefully, it can easily trigger the effect of hypnosis. It depends on the skill. One of them should be done by himself, and the other is not sure for the time being, but it’s not too big. Probability is Rowena.

Secondly, it seemed like he was going to lose his memory again.

These were the thoughts that Ass had sorted out after being in a daze for so long. He sighed, stood up and walked towards the window where the afterglow continued to shine.

"Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing."

Outside the window, the golden setting sun shines on the flowery garden. Anna throws a toy away. The black panther rushes out like an arrow from the string and grabs the toy. Lepianpian runs back and puts the toy in Anna's hand, looking forward to it. Staring at the toys, feeling that someone was watching them, Anna looked up, saw it was Asseth, and waved him down.

Aces's eyebrows gradually softened, and he made a gesture to indicate that he would come immediately.

Amid the laughter and laughter, the last rays of the setting sun faded away, day and night alternated, and another day passed.

This is the time limit for Voldemort to receive it.

Two days to go.

Malfoy Manor.

Lucius wiped off the cold sweat on his head and walked out of the conference hall in a hurry. Dolohov passed him by, and he couldn't help but give him a sympathetic look.

The thing inside told him to calm down... tortured him for several minutes, and said he was crazy... he could keenly detect every doubt, and used this as an excuse to torture him for several minutes.

If he could do it all over again, even if he died, he would stop his father from dragging Malfoy into this pit.

The point is that he can't fall into Voldemort's trap again, it's too painful.

Lucius felt sorry for himself in real name.

At this time, panicked quibbles came from behind. The platinum peacock, who was still feeling sorry for himself, immediately turned around and took a look inside. Instead of feeling sympathy for his comrades, he was filled with gloating.

Fortunately, he is not the worst.

Gathering his expression, Lucius strode away from the increasingly miserable screams and found Bella, who was torturing Muggle wizards in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor.

"The master asked me and you to search for traces of the three Potters. It would be best to bring them back."

Voldemort's best is absolute.

This is the consensus of all Death Eaters.

With her back to Lucius, Bella's fingers, face, and lips trembled slightly, and she subconsciously tensed up her body, waiting for the pain to come.

This is beyond her control.

After enduring the Cruciatus Curse for a long time, even a madman will still have instinctive fear in his body.

As a lunatic who desperately tried to get closer to Voldemort, Bella also suffered more of Voldemort's anger. Especially after the last round of siege of Potter, Voldemort consciously vented his anger on her and punished her for seeing the embarrassing side of the great Dark Lord.

"Bella?" Lucius frowned in displeasure, "Don't forget, I was indeed inferior to you in front of the master before, but after what happened last time -"

"Shut up!"

Bella roared angrily, interrupted Lucius, turned around, a pair of eyes containing madness, violence, and murderous intent restrained Lucius, and he shut his mouth angrily.

"Did Master give us a time limit?" Bella asked breathlessly.

Lucius calmly took half a step back and distanced himself from Bella, who looked like she was about to lose her mind. "Yes, I only gave it one day. I tried to fight for it, but you can guess the result."

"waste!"

Bella stared at Lucius sinisterly, seeing how cowardly he dared to be angry but refused to speak out. She became even more angry, and her hands were shaking because she wanted to suppress the urge to kill.

"Let those idiots below find it! And Draco! He knows something about Potter at Hogwarts. Let him give you the location where Potter might go. Don't prevaricate with nonsense like severing ties with your son. I, you don’t want to be lying on the ground in a ball of mud!”

Lucius, who had a wife, a son, and a family, weighed the pros and cons and did not do anything to Bella who tore off his face and then stepped into the ground.

As for whether to fight or not, the main reason is that it is unnecessary and not worth it.

He still has to work with Bella now.

After thinking about it, Lucius said in a deep voice: "Okay, I'll go find Draco, but you don't want to sit back and enjoy the results. While I'm going to find Draco to understand the situation, you take the werewolf to find them. The werewolf's nose It’s more clever.”

Bella's precarious reason came to the same conclusion as Lucius, and she walked towards the werewolf den with a fierce look in her eyes.

Lucius looked at her fearless back with half admiration and half mockery in his eyes.

His purpose from the beginning was to get Bella to find a werewolf. Bloodthirsty creatures like werewolves are more suitable for perverts like Bella.

As for him...it's better to keep it simple.

It’s easiest to ask your son for information!

Lucius proudly wandered to Hogwarts, contacted Draco through some small means, told Draco the matter, and then waited for the answer.

Draco thought for a moment and said uncertainly: "I'm not familiar with Potter, but I know that the three of them are familiar with that hybrid giant. That hybrid giant... By the way, he lives next to the Forbidden Forest. The place we went to was also the Forbidden Forest.”

Lucius's eyes lit up. Before he came, he had no hope for Draco, but Draco gave him a surprise and asked quickly: "These are not enough. Is there any evidence that can convince me?"

Draco recalled carefully and was suddenly startled, "It seems so. Because of his status as a professor, he would come to the auditorium for meals every time, but during this period, I rarely saw him in the auditorium. Last night, I saw He went to the Forbidden Forest with food.”

"Okay!" Lucius patted Draco on the shoulder and looked at him with admiration. "You are very observant. Your mother will be very pleased to see you after a while."

Draco curled his lips, speechless at his father's awkwardness.

I'm happy to be happy, but I still want to bring out my mother. Will I die if I tell her directly? Awkward ghost! Forget it, he has plenty, so he can show it to his father.

I don't know since when, Draco, who was influenced by Artes, was able to face the father he loved and feared.

I am no longer stingy with my expression.

He raised his hand and openly hugged Lucius, who had brought him all kinds of pressure when he was a child but had always protected him silently. "Father, be safe. Neither mother nor I want you to get hurt."

The boy's voice was firm, comforting and encouraging, ringing in his ears, as if no matter whether the sky fell or the earth fell, he believed that the future would be better.

Lucius stared blankly at the wall in front of him, as if there was a strange flower painted on it.

After a while, he came to his senses at Draco's call and lowered his head in confusion.

The boy's solid and powerful arms were pressed against his chest. If you look closely, you can see that he is no shorter than him and can withstand the wind and rain outside.

The child that he and Sissy took good care of, the child that he had high hopes for.

His Draco had finally grown up.

Lucius raised his hands, hugged Draco tightly, and for the first time said what he had wanted to say for a long time but had never found the chance to say it.

"I'm proud of you, son."