HP: Embrace the Darkness

Asseth thought thoughtfully: "The magic circle that transferred the prophecy talent at that time?"

"Yes, it's that magic circle. My research in those years not only developed a method to transfer talents, but also..."

Grindelwald paused for a moment, seeming to find a suitable adjective.

"There is also a method of using prophecy that is incredible. With that method, you can see a person's life and... his various possibilities in the future."

Aces raised his head suddenly, staring at Grindelwald, and made a dry sound in his throat.

"If I understand correctly, what do you mean?"

Grindelwald looked at Asseth with pity and saw himself through him.

"Yes, that's what you think. I wasn't sure that I couldn't save Albus just because of a mere fragment."

As Grindelwald spoke later, his voice became slower and heavier as he remembered his despair at that time.

"I'm sure I can't save him because in every possibility, I failed to save him."

He had watched his Albus die six times in front of him.

That kind of despair was something he didn't want to think about again in his life, and it was too heartbreaking to describe it.

Asseth's whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, his face was horribly pale, and even the seams between his bones were cold.

Grindelwald couldn't bear to look away. No one knew this feeling better than him.

He sighed sadly.

"Do you want to try? You should only have this chance in your life, and you can only choose to see one person. When I tried again later, I couldn't do it."

Grindelwald asked, but actually he just wanted to divert Artes' attention, and he didn't think Artes would try it now.

After all, Arthur's current condition seems to be too bad, and he has no psychological preparation.

Asseth is not stupid and can understand what he just said. It hurts to think about such a scene.

However, Grindelwald heard Artes's voice clearly.

"I want to... try."

The short sentence was said dryly and hoarsely, as if it was struggling to crawl out of Ases's throat.

Grindelwald didn't really want Ass to use the magic circle in this state.

The magic circle was guided by blood, and Asseth had a bad feeling about it.

Grindelwald looked at Arthas seriously.

"Are you sure? That method is not easy, it can even be said to be painful. I think you should prepare for it. How about we talk about it tomorrow?"

Asseth looked at him silently, neither rejecting nor approving, just looking at him quietly.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Grindelwald understood his choice.

I want to stop it, but I don’t have the qualifications.

He sighed and reluctantly let go.

"Well, let me explain to your family first that you will be staying with me these days. Although the magic circle is not dangerous, but in your state..."

Asseth nodded silently, stood up and walked towards Nurmengard's study.

He followed Grindelwald's words and wrote a letter informing Joel at Cavendish Manor.

After sending the letter, Asseth looked at the back of the owl flying away, feeling an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

From today on, he can't go back.

Artes put on an ugly smile and turned towards Grindelwald without any hesitation.

So what, he didn't want to look back.

Grindelwald watched Asseth walking towards him.

In a trance, I seemed to see the determined self from a long, long time ago.

He sighed silently.

No one knows better than him that change is impossible.

After trying so many times, if Asseth hadn't appeared, he would have had no choice but to die with Al in the end.

With a worried look on his face, Grindelwald slowly led Artes down the spiral staircase.

The two of them walked through the winding stairs in silence, and the only sound was the sound of shoes hitting the ground.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Grindelwald stopped and saw a strange and old wooden door in front of him.

It's strange because the pattern on it is a pattern that Ass has never seen before, and it's old...

Aces looked at the fallen wood chips above.

Grindelwald raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door.

The wooden door swung open, making an unpleasant and harsh sound, "beep, bab, bab".

Artes looked up past Grindelwald.

A huge, complex magic circle was painted on the ground inside. The patterns were outlined and connected, almost occupying the entire basement.

It's just...it seems to be different from the magic circle used originally.

Grindelwald noticed Artes' confusion and explained in a low voice:

"The original magic circle was simplified by me and only had the transfer function. This magic circle is a replica of the real magic circle."

"The material used to activate this magic circle...is the blood of the prophet."

Grindelwald looked at Arthas with some hesitation and worry, and rubbed his fingers slightly.

"I can't stay with you. No one is allowed to watch when the magic circle is activated, so..."

Asseth's eyes were always looking at the magic circle. He just turned his head when he heard Grindelwald's words, his eyes still staring at the magic circle.

"I know, I can do it alone."

"That's not what I meant! What I mean is that you have to remember that the maximum number of times is ten times. The blood lost ten times is the limit of the human body."

"More than ten times, you will die here!"

After hearing this, Asseth was finally willing to look back.

"How many times did you try?"

Grindelwald was speechless, and when he spoke again, his voice was almost as hoarse as Artes's.

"...Six times, I can't describe the despair and powerlessness."

Six times?

Aces subconsciously touched the alchemy ring on his finger. He remembered that there was a blood-enhancing potion in it.

"I'll pay attention."

Grindelwald heard the intention of driving people away from Ass's words, and moved out step by step.

He always felt that Asses would not obey.

No matter how long the journey is, it will come to an end. Although Grindelwald tried his best to buy time, he still inevitably reached the door.

He took one last uneasy look at Asseth and slowly raised his hand to close the door.

The door swayed slowly.

Grindelwald saw the back of Asseth walking towards the magic circle and the dagger in his hand.

boom--

The door closed, and the old wooden door swallowed up everything inside, including what was about to happen.

Grindelwald stood outside the door for a long time before sighing and turning around to leave.

He couldn't stop Asseth. If someone tried to stop him, he would kill the person who stopped him at all costs.

In the basement, Asseth stared at the magic circle underground.