HP: Embrace the Darkness

Cavendish Manor.

Ases, who was sleeping leaning against the back of the chair, suddenly opened his eyes, his breathing stopped instantly, and his heart stopped suddenly, as if he was strangled by an invisible big hand. The pain of the annihilation of his soul swept through his limbs and bones like a tide, penetrating into his bones.

The originally rosy lips lost all their color, the pupils lost focus, and terrifying red blood vessels quickly filled the eyeballs, almost bleed.

He lied.

That was indeed Voldemort's soul whose consciousness had been forcibly erased, but there was still a trace of his soul mixed in as the dominant one.

Blowing up Voldemort's soul would also mean that a piece of his soul would be blown up as well.

It's not a fatal injury, but a few days of weakness is inevitable.

There was a sudden fluctuation of magical power in the air. Ases stood up by supporting himself on the table and tried to raise his hand to use magic.

Actions that were so simple in the past now become extremely difficult.

Before he could cast the spell, his hands gripping the corner of the table tightened inch by inch due to the pain, shaking slightly uncontrollably, with purple veins bulging from his knuckles and the back of his hands, making the dull marks on them even duller.

At the same time, Lucius appeared out of nowhere like a ghost, fell to the ground unconscious, and let out a muffled groan.

Narcissa followed closely behind, eyes closed, also unconscious, and fell on top of her husband as soon as she appeared.

Lucius groaned again, but showed no signs of waking up.

The two men had frowned, cold sweat on their foreheads, and their bodies twitched unconsciously, as if they were in great pain.

Ases waved his hands with difficulty and moved the two to the sofa next to him. Then he leaned back in his chair as if exhausted, closed his eyes, and silently endured the severe pain from his soul.

The pain made the passage of time seem especially slow, and consciousness rose and fell in the horrible pain that was enough to blur the time.

By the time Ases opened his eyes, almost twenty minutes had passed.

He raised his hand and tried to make a fist.

My fingers are still a little sore, but it is much better than before when I felt weak all over and couldn't even stand steadily.

At least he could ensure his mobility and not be like a useless person who could only sit there.

He laughed at himself while checking the spell on his wrist.

As early as when he felt the throbbing of his soul, just in case, he used a little trick to forcibly separate the blessing mark from his body and soul.

And in the twenty minutes when he almost lost consciousness, these little tricks did not disappoint him. They did their job to block the pain in his soul and did not stimulate the blessing mark.

"Sev...didn't you notice?"

Aseth wasn't so sure.

The Potions Master was too smart, and he couldn't guarantee that he could keep the secret from the other party.

If he hadn't kept it a secret, he guaranteed that he wouldn't be able to see the Potions Master's good face for the next year.

You may not even be able to get close.

Athis rubbed the mark on the back of his hand and looked guiltily in the direction of Malfoy Manor. For the first time, he hoped that Voldemort had lost his mind and was continuing the meeting or attacking someone.

Wait! Malfoy Manor?

Malfoy?

Lucius?! Narcissa!

Someone, whose mind was full of thoughts about what to do if he was discovered by the Potions Master, finally remembered that there were two Malfoys in his study. He quickly pulled out his wand from his sleeve and checked on Lucius and Narcissa from a distance.

The conditions of the two were relatively optimistic. They had mild concussions and no missing limbs. But Lucius was unlucky. He had a cut on his lower back. No one stopped the bleeding, and the blood kept seeping into the sofa. Fortunately, the cut was not deep, so not much blood flowed out.

To be honest, before blowing himself up, Athis thought about the possibility of Lucius and Narcissa being cut into pieces, and also thought about how to explain to Draco.

Now it seems that he is lucky.

Hopefully this luck will continue.

Aces rubbed his temple which was still aching slightly, stood up, waved his wand to clean the blood on the ground, then went to the sofa and gave Lucius' wound a simple treatment to stop the bleeding that was still flowing.

"Nina."

Nina appeared out of nowhere. When she saw Athis' pale face and blood-stained hands, the elf's happy smile disappeared instantly. She pursed her lips, looking at her young master with worry and heartache.

When he found out that he was not the one injured, he breathed a sigh of relief, but was still worried, and his big round eyes kept checking Ases.

"Master, are you injured? How did you get hurt? Have you been treated? Do you want Nina to call for help? Nina is very quick!"

As if she was afraid that Ases wouldn't believe her, Nina put her fingers together and was about to snap them.

Aces raised his hand and pressed her head, interrupting the elf's spell, "Nina, I need you to do me a favor."

Nina stopped and looked at Ases pitifully, "Master, can you please see a doctor first? Nina is really fast."

"No, I know my own situation well. It's useless to see a doctor. Nina, help me call Draco. Oh, don't let anyone else know, especially my mother."

Ases warned seriously.

Anna was getting older, and because she was carrying twins, her belly was incredibly big, bigger than when she was pregnant with him. He and William were terrified just by looking at her every day, and they didn't dare to let Anna get any stimulation at all.

Although Anna herself thinks that such overprotection is useless, she enjoys playing frisbee with Black Panther every day.

Nina nodded seriously.

As long as she wanted, she could come and go without a trace in Cavendish Manor.

Soon, she appeared with Draco.

Draco didn't know what was going on and was about to ask when he noticed blood dripping from the sofa to the floor out of the corner of his eye.

Looking closely, those two people looked very familiar. They were obviously his parents.

For a moment, Draco stopped breathing. The overwhelming despair overwhelmed him and he didn't even dare to take a step forward.

"Don't worry, they are still alive, just injured. The injuries are not serious. They have been treated. They just need to rest for a few days. Now they need your help."

At the critical moment, Athis's voice pulled Draco out of despair.

Draco felt relieved for no reason, but he still looked at Athis with tears in his eyes, asking for confirmation, "Really?"

Aces nodded slightly.

"There's no need for me to lie to you. Besides, if you just take a step forward, you can see their current situation. Do you think I'm crazy to tell such a lie that will be exposed at the slightest provocation?"

It made so much sense. Draco couldn't find any flaws no matter what. His heart finally settled down. He walked carefully to the sofa, squatted down, and looked at the rhythmic rise and fall of Lucius and Narcissa's chests. He slowly leaned his head on Narcissa's hand.

"Mother."

Narcissa, who was in a coma, seemed to have heard it and moved her fingers with difficulty.

"Dra...co."

"It's me, mother. How are you?" Draco raised his head in surprise and put his lips close to Narcissa, wanting to hear what she was saying.

Ases had just checked on the two of them, so he knew they wouldn't wake up so soon. All Draco heard was Narcissa's unconscious mumbling. Draco might not have known that, but he didn't care whether it was mumbling or not. He just wanted to hear his mother's voice.

Outsiders would feel sorry for Draco like this, not to mention Athis who watched him grow from a little kid into a big peacock.

Aces touched Draco's soft hair lovingly, then squatted down, looking directly into Draco's eyes full of sadness.

"Draco, Narcissa hasn't woken up yet. The most important thing now is to give them a place to rest. I plan to temporarily place them in your room. They need someone to take care of them closely. I think you will be the first person they want to see when they open their eyes."

Draco subconsciously thought about what Aces said, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, and nodded continuously.

"Yes, brother, you are right. I want to take care of them. Just put them in my room. Put them there. I can take good care of them."

Draco's room was considered large among the many rooms in the manor, and could easily accommodate five people. He also didn't want to be separated from Lucius and Narcissa, so he wanted to wait for them to wake up.

"Okay, wipe your tears. You've been crying like a peacock falling into the water."

Aces handed over a handkerchief. Seeing that Draco was stunned and didn't take it, he wiped the tears from his cheeks and continued to talk about the next arrangements.

"I'll go with you to take them to the room. They have some concussions. I've arranged for a doctor, who will be here soon."

Draco was even more grateful that he had a calm and strong backer when he was at a loss, and he couldn't help but grab Aces' hand, trying to draw some strength from him.

However, the abnormally cold feeling at the beginning poured cold water on him.