HP: Embrace the Darkness

"There is no answer. You are you, and we are us. I can't solve your problem based on ideas, not to mention that your ideas have never changed."

"...If we have different ideas, can't we go on?"

But their ideas were obviously the same at the beginning, but Al's ideas changed later.

Become different from him.

Grindelwald sullenly pulled up the grass around him. The innocent grass was pulled out root by root and thrown messily on the ground.

When Asseth looked over, the grass was completely bald.

"That's not true. There are no two people in this world that are completely suitable for each other. There are only two people who love each other enough. Anyway, you don't want to cause trouble now, so why don't you just tell him what you think?"

The white light came on and the grass returned to its original state.

Aces still thought the green grass was beautiful, just as beautiful as the smile he saw in the fragments.

It's best to always keep your smile smiling.

The evil thoughts in my heart came like a tide and were suppressed by force.

Arthas has a healthy view of love that he has been exposed to since he was a child. He is unwilling and will not use such means to restrain the person he loves.

And he also promised that it was not a shackle.

"I said it, but Al didn't believe it."

Asseth withdrew his thoughts and remained unconvinced by Grindelwald's words.

"You see, this is the biggest difference between us. Silver trusts me enough, but Dumbledore doesn't trust you. You have no credibility with him."

Grindelwald's face didn't look good.

Being laughed at by a child nearly a hundred years younger than him was something he had never experienced before.

But he also knew that Asses was telling the truth.

"I betrayed Al's trust...

Anyway, the old scars have been torn open, so Grindelwald simply told Artes everything about him and Dumbledore.

A gentle breeze blew in the distance, making the big trees rustle, and the scent of green grass also carried with it.

Closing his eyes and enjoying the touch of the breeze, Artes followed Grindelwald's depiction.

Watching the two young men step by step from being in high spirits and loving each other to being strangers and never seeing each other again.

In Grindelwald's words, the lives of those two teenagers were magnificent.

The two geniuses cherished each other, their love suddenly fell from the heights, and it ended in the grandest way.

Artes listened quietly to his story, and he could hear the nostalgia and regret in Grindelwald's tone.

It's just a wrong step and a wrong step. In fact, it's hard to tell who is right and who is wrong. Maybe they are all wrong.

It seems that we still need to chat with Sif more. We can't waste so many years like these two.

This was Arthas' only reflection after listening to all of Grindelwald's stories.

After talking about their last meeting, Grindelwald made no other moves, not even pulling out the grass from his hands, but just stared blankly at the shadow cast by the big tree.

The whole person was immersed in nostalgia for the good memories of the past, and the expression on his face still seemed a bit familiar.

Artes' thoughts drifted away, remembering Dumbledore's expression when he spoke in front of the Mirror of Erised that day.

The same nostalgia, the same regret.

"Both of you are stuck in the past. You really are a couple, should we say it or not."

Aces's voice brought Grindelwald back to his thoughts.

He curled his lips and laughed at himself.

"Yes, we can both see our own reflections in each other, that's why we had this kind of soul touch, and that's why we fell in love with each other."

"We were so compatible before, how could we get separated?"

The wind picked up Grindelwald's confused voice and sent it farther away.

This was the first time that Artes saw Grindelwald worrying about love. It was so strange that he kept looking at him calmly.

While looking at him, he did not forget to comfort him casually.

"You still have time now. You can try to play the emotional card first. Don't say anything too sensitive. Just talk about how you have been doing poorly in the past few years and whether you can move your mouth."

Asseth thought of what Grindelwald had just mentioned, and his eyes suddenly became more disgusted.

"If you love him, just say it. There is no need to say 'who else will love you'? Is it really that difficult to say 'I love you'?"

Grindelwald lowered his head slightly embarrassed.

"I wasn't young and energetic back then, and the fact that Al was standing on the opposite side of me was really hard for me to accept, so I got dizzy."

"And that's not what I meant in the first place."

"Then what do you want to say?"

Aces looked at him curiously.

There was an ominous premonition in his heart. After all, Grindelwald in his eyes was really not a talkative person.

"It's me...he...well..."

Grindelwald's voice became smaller and smaller, and the subsequent sounds disappeared directly.

Artes didn't hear clearly and wanted to ask but noticed the shyness on Grindelwald's face.

Great, no need to ask.

Aces turned his head expressionlessly, staying away from the sour smell of love, choosing to look at the sunset in the distance.

The setting sun from the horizon struck the two of them, forming a golden halo.

Because he was visiting Grindelwald, Artes was wearing formal wizard uniform.

This wizard costume customized by Anna herself is grand and luxurious, with fine sapphire chips on the sleeves.

The crystal clear sapphire overflows with beautiful light under the setting sun.

The light changes as the hand moves, and a trace of blood can be seen in the golden-blue light.

This is the blood that was stained just now.

Asseth thought of Anna's joy when she prepared clothes for him. He raised his hand and touched the sleeves, and the blood disappeared.

He raised his finger again, and a line of words floated in the air. The blue font showed that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

It's time to do the mission.

Aces carefully smoothed the wrinkles on his body caused by sitting down, and stood up with his hands.

Seeing him stand up, Grindelwald also stood up and followed Artes in the setting sun.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I still have a mission, and besides, you're such a big person, I don't need to send you there."

"By the way, I leave the wand to you. It's up to you whether you want to leave Nurmengard or stay there."

Aces's voice came from afar and disappeared in the wind.

His figure also disappeared together.

Grindelwald stood blankly on the spot, looking steadily at the direction in which Arthas disappeared.

He opened and closed his lips for a long time before bursting into words.

"Then you should give me a better wand. What's the use of this piece of shit? It's better for me to cast the spell with my bare hands."

The words floated across the empty grass and fell to the ground alone.

The person who should hear this has already arrived at Knockturn Alley.

Knockturn Alley is still as chaotic as ever. The dim streets are full of people in black robes, walking in a hurry.

There are some simple stalls scattered on both sides of the street, which are a common way for dark wizards to do business.

The trading conditions are determined by themselves, as for the rules...

There are no rules. As long as you get the goods, the transaction is completed. Whether you can keep it is another matter.

This situation is not many but not many.

More often than not, they buy the goods through blackmail. If there are problems with the goods, they can only blame themselves for not having a good eye.