HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces was satisfied with Draco's answer.

"That's right. Remember to come to the Forbidden Forest to accompany it when you have time in the future. You have a contract with it now. Should you feel where it is?"

Draco closed his eyes and felt it.

"Yes, and I seem... to be able to summon it?"

Arthur suspected that he had heard wrongly and glanced sideways at Snape, who shook his head at him.

Did you hear that right?

But summoning... Dumbledore could summon it because of the characteristics of the phoenix, and Draco's summoning too?

Both Aces and Snape are scholars with great research spirit, which is especially reflected when encountering things they have never seen before.

The two looked at each other, and with one look they decided on a series of plans to test the summons.

After asking Draco if he had any classes, Aces walked towards Estela, while Snape stayed with Draco.

Cloris and Antonio were not interested, lying in the shade of the trees waiting for them.

Draco was still confused, afraid that he might not understand what was going to happen next and ruin the test, so Snape could only suppress his impatience and explain it to him.

Testing begins.

The first time was ten meters away.

After receiving the message from Artes, Snape looked at Draco and said concisely: "Summoning."

Draco took his wand and waved it.

The silver-blue Patronus emerged from the tip of the wand, and the next second, the illusory body of the Patronus turned into reality.

Estela shook her head, looked around proudly, and screamed loudly.

"I'm awesome!"

It knew that both people present could understand what it said, and it was impossible for Snape to praise it, so Estela turned her head towards Draco.

"Am I not awesome?"

Draco was just like Estella when he was childish, but now he has to act seductively.

The test was not completed, and the people participating in the test were still wasting time. This was something that Snape, who was serious about, could not tolerate.

He frowned subconsciously, with a bit of sternness and coldness in his brows, "Continue."

One person and one beast were froze by the coldness that hit them together with the cold wind, and they did not dare to continue making trouble.

The second time was twenty meters.

By analogy, it was not until one hundred and fifty meters that Draco failed to summon Estela.

Refine again.

Aces and Snape found a distance of one hundred and forty-six meters.

Snape looked at Draco's wand thoughtfully, "This distance should continue to expand."

"It's magic."

Asses took his words.

This feeling of someone being able to follow your thoughts immediately without the need for eyes or other cues is amazing.

Snape had never experienced this before, so he paused for a moment before remembering what he was going to say.

"Based on his current magic power, it should be fixed at around two hundred and forty meters in the future."

This is just an estimated range. If Draco tries his best, it may be even higher.

Thinking of this, both of them looked at Draco.

The looks that the two professors directed at him at the same time were very oppressive. At that moment, Draco seemed to see endless papers flying towards him, with a ferocious smile on every piece of parchment.

This must be a nightmare.

Draco was in a daze.

But Artes and Snape were serious. Artes was thinking about his ability to protect himself, while Snape was doing it for fresh research materials.

In short, from that day on, Draco became the second regular visitor to the cellar after Aces.

Usually one goes in full of energy and comes out exhausted. Under the pressure of the two of them, the magic power is used and restored, and restored and used again.

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"Harry, come on!"

The night before the second game of the Triwizard Tournament, Hermione found Harry in the Gryffindor common room to cheer him on.

She was called during the day today and told that she was going to be Krum's treasure. She couldn't watch tomorrow's game, and naturally she couldn't be with Harry.

Harry's eyes rested on the fireplace and he nodded casually, accepting Hermione's words.

"What's wrong Harry, why are you absent-minded? Are you worried about tomorrow's game?"

Hermione looked at him worriedly.

Tomorrow's game both of them knew they were going into the water to find treasures, but hadn't Harry already found a way?

"Hermione, tell me... can Sirius really come to see me?"

Harry turned around suddenly and asked the question that had been running around in his mind all day.

Hermione didn't agree with Sirius wanting to come to the game, but Harry was clearly anxious now, which would not do any good for tomorrow's game.

She thought about it for a moment and then said carefully:

"He'll do his best."

This sentence was more useful to Harry than a thousand cheers, and he cheered up.

"You're right, he's working hard to watch me play, and I can't let him down."

Hermione hesitated to speak, and finally looked at Harry's extremely excited expression, but still didn't say anything shocking.

"Well, as long as you're happy," she whispered quietly, so Harry didn't hear.

The weather is cold in spring, suddenly warm and then cold again.

The water ice and snow on the Black Lake melted, and you could feel the coldness without touching it, straight into your heart.

The Weasley twins sat on the boat, one on the left and the other on the right, sticking their fingers in.

"Merlin's little sling."

"This water..."

"It's so cold!" They picked up their hands and looked at their red fingertips, "But this has nothing to do with us..."

"It doesn't matter!"

They laughed loudly and pulled the other two little wizards on the boat, "Would you like to place a bet?"

"For our Savior."

The two young wizards couldn't resist their enthusiasm, but they were Durmstrang's students, so they made a bet for Krum.

The twins didn't mind at all.

While they were placing their bets, the boat drifted into the middle of the black lake, where two high platforms were now erected, with spectators on them, and a high platform opposite them, which was the referee's seat and the place where the contestants entered the water.

Faced with so many tourists, the twins were determined to get off the ship. They took out a large roll of parchment from somewhere, and unfolded it almost as high as the two of them.

A dozen words were engraved on it using magic power.

"Vote your precious vote for the players you like, and you will be with them."

These few words are almost irresistible to the little wizards.

They immediately swarmed around him.

You vote for your school's contestants with galleons every sentence.

The noise here attracted the referee's attention.

"What's going on over there? Did something happen?" Professor McGonagall looked at the little wizards huddled together worriedly, "Don't they know it's dangerous?"

Dumbledore was explaining the competition matters to the contestants and couldn't help but care about the situation on that side.

Seeing the situation over there getting worse, Grindelwald suddenly felt blessed.

Hogwarts belongs to his Al, and Al belongs to him. Rounding it all off, Hogwarts also belongs to him. Should he deal with these brats?