HP: Embrace the Darkness

Ases closed the ice coffin, but did not withdraw his hand immediately. His palm was pressed against the surface of the ice coffin without any gap, and the heat was completely absorbed. His fair hand soon became red and swollen due to the cold.

But he seemed not to feel that. He stared at Snape in the ice coffin for a long time, until a faint light flashed on his chest and burned him. Then he woke up as if from a dream, withdrew his hand, took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped the water droplets on the palm of his hand, and connected the communication.

A brief message was projected.

Signed: Mrs. Lovelace.

To be honest, Athis's last impression of Lady Lovelace was limited to her bringing back the news that Voldemort had chosen Cedric as his new vessel.

From that time on, Mrs. Lovelace's mission was accomplished, so why did she suddenly send him a message now?

Athis manipulated magic to sweep across the projection.

This news is a bit confusing.

But a location is indicated above.

Dragon Island?

Wasn't that his gift to Draco? What was on it?

A dark light flickered in Ases' eyes, and he glanced downward unconsciously. His magic power moved with it, catching a momentary reflection and a strangely shaped handle at the bottom of the ice coffin.

This is?

He bent down, stretched out his hand with great skill and courage, and pointed his fingertips directly at the light.

In an instant, the space twisted and the world turned upside down. Athis, along with the ice coffin and Snape in soul state, fell into a vortex and disappeared into the basement.

Ases could have resisted, but the power that wanted to take him away was too familiar, so familiar that he couldn't even muster the heart to resist. He just let it be taken away, and only used magic to protect the ice coffin at the last moment of disappearance.

On this day, Dragon Island far above the ocean finally welcomed its true master.

Ases fell into a cave. He waved his hand to stabilize the ice coffin and carefully placed it on the stone platform in the cave.

At the edge of the island, a man in black smiled, slowly took off his hood, and revealed his face for the first time.

If there were wizards from the British wizarding world around him, they would find that he had exactly the same face as the popular Cavendish who defeated Voldemort.

But he looked much older than the still young Cavendish, with wrinkles all over his face and a haggard look, except for his eyes which sparkled with fanatical excitement.

"The last great gift is from me in another time and space. Are you ready to accept it?"

As the words fell, the sky suddenly turned dark.

Ases seemed to sense something and looked up. Endless black clouds were pressing down and the moist air was blowing in his face. Even though he couldn't see it, he could feel that it was about to rain.

"Sif, it looks like it's going to rain. This rain is quite appropriate for the occasion."

While chatting one-sidedly with Snape, Ases walked around the cave, touching the patterns on the wall.

This cave was exactly the same as the previous cave he had seen. There was a magic circle carved on the ground, an ice coffin was placed on a stone platform, and the details of the stone steps were also similar. It was as if... someone had forcibly moved the cave he had seen here exactly.

Is it him, or is it him?

Come to think of it, if it was him, what about the related memories?

Some things cannot withstand in-depth scrutiny, especially by smart people.

The valve of memory like a tide was pried open, and a crack meandered upward. Ases keenly grasped this gap and unraveled it.

Let’s start with the simplest and most important question – who is this person?

Ases paced back to the ice coffin, sat down with his back against it, and with the help of the stimulation of the cold air, carefully and comprehensively sorted out his recovered memories from beginning to end.

First of all, there is no doubt that someone has been secretly controlling his life since before he was born.

At first he thought this mysterious man was Merlin, but after getting to know him he found out that he was not.

Under the surveillance of the law enforcers and their leaders, Merlin was limited in what he could do. Perhaps the only thing Merlin had ever done was to expose Anna and William's feelings for each other and advance his birth time.

The person in the dark has definitely done more things than Merlin. He must have been under the other party's control since birth.

Maybe it’s not quite right to say it’s controlled.

To be honest, every decision he made was his own choice. The person hiding in the dark just gave him options to choose from.

It's not even an option.

Ases lowered his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his lips slightly in self-mockery.

The man just used some tricks to let him know that there was this option, and he held on tightly in his hand like a moth to a flame, never willing to let go, let alone look back.

After all, it was all his own will.

Volunteer to be a pawn.

Voluntarily take away your own memories.

Voluntarily follow the set path, step by step to the present moment.

Even though he glimpsed the truth many times, he did not stop. In the end, he even deceived himself and schemed against himself.

Because only you are the best chess piece and the one that is easiest to control.

Throughout his life, he has been both a chess player and a chess piece with no idea of ​​his future. It’s really unexpected… and interesting.

Aces' expression was difficult to discern, a shadow pressed between his brows, and his figure was so vague that it almost merged with the shadow. Snape could not see clearly. He could only see that he seemed to curl his lips and smile, but the smile was fleeting and left no trace.

The wind outside the cave was getting stronger and stronger, and a storm was about to come. The humid air rushed into the cave, making the temperature inside even lower.

Athis's lips turned abnormally pale, the ice coffin melted, leaving a trail of water behind him, and translucent ice crystals spread out along the trail. Under Snape's gaze, the black shirt slowly spread its white wings, black and white interlaced, and the colors were extremely bright.

The ice crystals were still spreading, following the lines on the clothes and climbing up the white neck, like an exquisite necklace, or like a cold and hard chain that had grown to this day just to tie up a person.

Ases casually brushed away the ice crystals, stood up with the help of the ice coffin, and moved his frozen body just like he did that day in the cave.

Then he raised his hand forward, pure silver light emerged around his arm, and a silver-white staff appeared out of thin air. He held the staff and walked to a position according to his memory.

Snape looked carefully and was shocked to find that it was the center of the magic circle.

The magic circle cast a huge shadow on the fearless potion master, and he subconsciously wanted to go to Laaces.

A faint white light stopped him, and Snape lowered his head in surprise along the white light.

It’s the white light emitted by the magic circle again!

These layers of white light formed a transparent wall, blocking him outside. Just like the scene that day, Snape seemed to see the scene of blood all over the ground again. He suddenly became anxious and ignored the pressure after crossing the white light, and forced himself to move forward.

This time the magic circle was not as strong as the previous one. Snape was still able to move around inside by gritting his teeth, but with every step he took, his soul became a little fainter.

Aces stood in the center of the magic circle, manipulating it.

It can be said that at this moment, the magic circle is him, and he is the magic circle. Nothing in the magic circle can escape his perception, and Snape's intrusion was naturally discovered by him.