HP: Embrace the Darkness

My name is Arthur von Cavendish.

Born in Palscott Manor, Germany, he studied at Durmstrang. He is the 13th head of the Cavendish family and the Duke of Devonshire.

Since I was a child, my grandparents taught me that as a co-heir of two families, while enjoying the family privileges, I must also shoulder the family's glory and must lead the family to the pinnacle of the wizarding world. I remembered this and will remember it for the rest of my life.

With the support of the two big families of Cavendish and Muller, I have no need to conceal my ambitions.

I went to Durmstrang to study at the age of eleven. I did not hide my ability to graduate. Instead, I relied on my absolute strength to recruit talented people, regardless of their bloodline.

I am not a fool who is fooled by the bloodline theory. As long as it is useful, bloodline is not important, even if it is a dud.

During my seven years at Durmstrang, I established my own Prussian corps.

Yes, Legion.

As a German nobleman and a serving officer in the German Army, I understand the advantages of the Legion best.

If I want to control the wizarding world, I can’t think of a more effective way than the Legion.

At the age of eighteen, I successfully graduated from Durmstrang, took over the ring of the head of the Cavendish family step by step, and became the thirteenth head of the Cavendish family under the attention of everyone.

Thus begins my era.

The German wizarding world was successfully controlled through my family's influence while I was still a student, so the first thing I did after taking office as the head of the family was to take action against the British wizarding world.

The reason for choosing Britain, which is not too close, is because of Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century and the savior who defeated Voldemort.

I am one year younger than the Savior.

When Voldemort was causing trouble in the British wizarding world, I was busy dealing with the German wizarding world, forming a legion and training talents. I really couldn't spare the time to pay attention to him, but I was very curious about him. I had planned to meet this resurrected Dark Lord when I had time. I didn't expect that he would lose to the savior.

I have read the information about the Savior. No matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary and somewhat naughty wizard. I don't believe that Voldemort would lose to him.

I would rather see Voldemort lose to Dumbledore than lose to the Savior.

This old man is not a good person. Maybe the savior is just a pawn of his.

I had a meeting with Dumbledore.

Just during that one meeting, I felt the other party's deep fear. This old man was not very friendly to me or people like me.

Fortunately, my identity is there, and countless eyes are staring at me. Even if he is afraid of me, he can't do anything to me.

What's more, he seemed to have a useless conscience. The first thing he did after discovering my ambition was to guide me to change my mindset.

Ridiculous! My ambition has always been for the family that gave birth to me and raised me.

He neither gave birth to me nor raised me, so what qualifications does he have to point fingers at me?

However, in order not to affect the subsequent layout, I still put on a show for him and secretly gave Voldemort some help so that he would have no time to care about me.

Things went well, Dumbledore went back, and then never came back, dying at the hands of a wizard.

Out of curiosity, I asked someone to look up the wizard who killed Dumbledore.

When the life story of Severus Snape was delivered to me, I had just arrived in the British wizarding world.

There was quite a bit of information, so I found a coffee shop and patiently read through it.

After watching it, I felt a rare sense of admiration.

Severus Snape's life did not start well. He had an alcoholic and violent father and a brainless and weak mother.

A normal child living in such an environment would either not be able to survive or become antisocial, but Severus Snape was neither. He was like a weed that no one cared about, absorbing the little nectar in the dark cracks and managed to survive.

However, fate did not favor him, and his later life was not necessarily better.

School violence, alienation from friends and relatives, the weeds that finally grew up experienced one rainstorm after another, and climbed up again and again with gritted teeth. Finally, with the help of Voldemort, they entered the upper class of the British wizarding world and were respectfully called Mr. Snape.

But all the suffering in the world seemed to be concentrated on him. Voldemort became more and more crazy, and he believed the prophecy he overheard and killed his childhood sweetheart.

The girl named Lily.

I felt a little emotional for a moment.

Fortunately, I was aware of my responsibilities. Even though my family urged me to do so, I did not give myself an obvious weakness, otherwise I would not be able to be killed by the enemies. After all, I have many more enemies than Severus Snape, and I don't know how many people are hoping for my death.

Closer to home.

Most of the information below is about how Severus Snape betrayed Voldemort, became Dumbledore's man, killed Dumbledore to gain Voldemort's trust, told the Savior about Voldemort's weakness, and allowed the Savior to successfully defeat Voldemort.

To sum up, half of the reason why Voldemort died was because he killed a witch named Lily.

Quite unlucky.

I have learned Voldemort's painful lesson. Next time I will definitely root out the evil completely. If I have offended them too much, I will just kill them all.

I don't care about the blood on my hands. Under the birth control regulations I set, there is no shortage of new wizards in the German magical world.

There was only one page left in the document. I turned it over and saw the news of Severus Snape's death and his exoneration.

A photo is also included below.

The man in the photo had an inviolable gloom between his brows. He occasionally raised his eyes, but the gloom did not diminish, but became even colder.

Still quite young, only thirty-eight years old.

Pity.

I closed the document lightly.

From a child from an unfortunate family to a prestigious potion master and double agent.

It is rare and precious that Severus Snape lived a different life.

If he hadn't died young, I would have recruited him as my army, as our legion is currently lacking a powerful potion master.

But the person is dead, so it’s useless no matter how much I feel moved.

I didn't stay in the UK for long.

The savior does have appeal, but in the face of absolute strength, no matter how strong the appeal is, it is useless.

In the same year, the British wizarding world fell.

I knew my goal, and then I continued to expand outward, and finally spent two years unifying the wizarding world.

Except for China's magic world.

That Dongfeng country is too old and too mysterious. I don't want to make an enemy of them easily. Besides, my sphere of influence is already large enough. Adding governance will be a very serious problem, so I went to find my cousin.

With the introduction of my cousin, I personally visited the Chinese magic community. To show my sincerity, only my cousin and I went. They even came to the border to greet me.

They were very satisfied with my attitude and I was also very satisfied with their attention, which laid a good start for our subsequent cooperation.

My cousin and I spent a whole month in China eating and drinking, and eventually reached a friendly cooperation agreement with the Chinese cultivation community.

That is, neither party interferes in the internal affairs of the other party and neither party invades the other party's territory.

Seek common ground while reserving differences and seek development.

To be honest, I was very satisfied, and the other party seemed satisfied as well. When I left, they gave me some local specialties. Of course, I also prepared gifts for them when I returned.

A give-and-take relationship is the way to long-term success.

This is what they taught me.

Later, I referred to the history books sent by China, reformed and unified the magic systems of various countries, punished corrupt officials, updated teaching materials, and innovated educational methods. In just one year, the magic world developed rapidly and the population increased dramatically.

That year, I was only twenty-six years old.

The sudden increase in power did not increase my ambition. My ambition had already weakened a lot when I unified the wizarding world.

Under my leadership, the two families became the leaders among all the families.

They were satisfied. After all, they knew that the family's current strength depended on me, not the family. Once something happened to me, their position might not be shaken for a while, but it would be hard to say in the long run.

So, they started urging marriage.

Every night various witches were delivered to my room.

I had no interest in them and didn't want to waste my time, so I had them sent away.

Child, I don't want it.

I don't want power either.

What I want now is something else.

eternal life.

I started delegating power.

The Savior has grown a lot now, and that witch named Hermione is a political talent. I simply captured a group of them to manage the British wizarding world.

At the beginning, when I took over the British wizarding world, they tried to resist. Later, perhaps because they saw that I did not kill innocent people or oppress ordinary wizards, and especially because they saw that the British wizarding world was thriving under my rule, they accepted the reality.

In each country, I have selected some talents to manage the magic world. Most of them are my own people. They are rotated every three years, and their performance during their tenure is randomly checked.

In this way, my pressure was suddenly reduced a lot, and I also had time to improve my abilities.

When I was thirty years old, I reached a bottleneck.

I have a feeling that as long as I break through this bottleneck, I will be able to achieve eternal life.

But the bottleneck is not so easy to break through. I spent half a year but there was no sign of breakthrough.

For this reason, I visited the Chinese cultivation world again without telling anyone, and based on the advice of several seniors, I began to travel around the world alone.

In the first year, I came to the northernmost part of the world and saw the desolation at the end of the world.

The next year, I traveled to the southernmost part of the world, experiencing the rhythm of nature and feeling nature.

In the third year, I witnessed the horrors of nature, a tsunami that seemed like the end of the world, an inescapable sea fog, an abyss of water... I almost couldn't come back.

In the fourth year, I traveled to all the forbidden areas in the world that no one had ever set foot on. Even though I was very strong, I almost got into trouble.

In the fifth year, I returned to England.

Britain hasn't changed much since five years ago. I walked through the familiar places and walked aimlessly towards places where there was no money. On the way, a street that looked out of place in London caught my attention.

Street name: Spider's Tail

The name sounded familiar. I have a good memory and I remembered where I had seen it in just a few seconds.

In Severus Snape's profile.

Because of my completely different life experiences, I have always been a little curious about Severus Snape, so I walked into this dark alley that I would never approach before, and with the help of slight fluctuations of magic, I found the home where he grew up.

It was a very simple, even dilapidated house, but it was still clean inside.

That was my only thought at the time.

On the bookshelf in the house, I found several revised Potions textbooks. Strangely enough, his ideas mostly coincided with mine, and the changes he made were basically the same as mine. I became more curious about him, but also more regretful.

After all, I really need young Potions Masters, otherwise I wouldn't have to personally revise even the Potions textbooks.

It’s not that the current International Potions Guild’s potion masters are bad, it’s just that they are old and used to sticking to the old ways, and the younger generation is lacking in talent, so the development of potions is not as fast as that of alchemy.

I had a rare moment of regret for not paying attention to what was happening in the British wizarding world at the time, but that regret soon faded.

I returned to Germany.

This time, I succeeded.

I became the only wizard who had reached that level in a hundred years. The next day, two wizards who looked completely different came to me and claimed to be immortals.

After talking with the immortals who came to congratulate me, I roughly understand the current camp of the immortals:

Led by Merlin and Apollo, the two camps have opposing ideologies but do not interfere with each other.

However, Apollo is not a person's name, but just a code name, which is a bit strange.

I noted down the doubts, handed over all the matters, and devoted all my energy to the new field.

At the age of thirty-five, I had fully mastered this new power, and successfully relied on my own strength to become independent of the two camps, becoming the only uncontrolled immortal.

Why is it the only one?

Because apart from me, there hasn't been an immortal in a hundred years. Those immortals who have lived for who knows how many years are lifeless and unwilling to even move. It's useless for me to recruit them. It's better for me to act alone.

When I was forty years old, I developed the magic of time and space. It is a very interesting magic that can capture the energy of a small section of time and space from the timeline, go to another time and space, and stay there for a short time.

I didn't leave right away.

Because no one knows if they can come back.

I returned to my family, to accompany my relatives and parents, and to train my heir.

A hundred years later, I buried my father and mother together, and disappeared from everyone's sight forever.

There was nothing in this world that I was attached to, so for the first time I truly used time and space magic and came to another time and space.

I arrived a little early, Merlin had just been born.

Looking at the skinny little Merlin in the woman's arms, I hesitated again and again, but decided to stay in this simple little mountain village and become Merlin's neighbor.

There is no other way. The suppression of my strength in the other world is too great. I cannot even exert my previous level of strength. If I don’t find a place to stay, I will be discovered by the immortals of this world and die.

I also knew that Merlin and Apollo were lovers, but I didn’t expect that they were childhood sweethearts and neighbors.

Looking at the dwarf radishes chirping not far away, for the first time I missed what they would look like when they grow up. At least they would be quieter.

This strange world is a bit boring.