HP: Embrace the Darkness

Almost everyone at Hogwarts knew how busy Assas was, and Dumbledore also knew it, and showed no surprise or suspicion at his refusal.

"One more thing, but some people say that I am old and need to take a good rest, so let the ageless person... tell you."

Dumbledore decisively left the matter to Fudge.

Fudge secretly scolded Dumbledore for being petty. He rolled his eyes again and again, but he still didn't dare to show his distrust of his alchemy skills in front of Artes.

Dumbledore was a loner, and the most he could do was threaten him and then leave it alone.

But Asseth is different.

He had long discovered that many people in the Ministry of Magic had the shadow of others behind them.

These people showed up sooner or later, but they showed up when Cavendish came back. In all likelihood, they were the people Cavendish had placed in the Ministry of Magic.

So Asseth is really capable and really dares to pull him down and let others climb on top of him.

After pursuing power and profit for nearly half his life, Fudge would never accept losing it all.

"Do you have anything to tell me? Mr. Fudge." Artes said casually.

Fudge's heart dropped.

He was called sir, not minister, could it be...

Do not!impossible!

Fudge quickly dismissed his guess.

"Master Cavendish, this is it." Fudge carefully considered the content of his words.

"First of all, I have absolutely no doubts about your intentions. It's just that the matter of that person's return is too ridiculous. Some people with intentions always try to use that person's influence to rule the Ministry of Magic, so I must be cautious. "

"Are you talking about Voldemort? He is indeed back, but his image and IQ are worrying. I saw this with my own eyes. Do you have anything different to say?"

Asseth raised his eyebrows and looked at the cold sweat on Fudge's forehead with a half-smile.

"No...no, it's just possible that you saw it wrong."

"Did you see it wrong? It's not impossible." Artes smiled slowly, "It just so happened that he and I made an appointment to meet tomorrow. Shall we go together?"

"Meet?"/"Meet!"

Snape and Dumbledore repeated in unison what Arthas had just said.

Finally, they found someone saying the same words as themselves. They looked at each other and both lowered their faces.

Fudge turned completely pale and smiled.

He didn't dare to look at Ass's expression, and he didn't dare to accept his invitation.

"That's not what I meant. I'm not familiar with that person, so how could I bother him so rashly?" Fudge declined as tactfully as possible.

"Then you mean you know that Voldemort is back, but you just deliberately don't want to believe it?"

Asses spoke of Voldemort, and Fudge was frightened and frightened when he heard this.

I always felt that Voldemort would sense something and come out of a corner the next second to give him a death curse.

"It's impossible for him to come back. How could he come back? All wizards know that he is dead. How could he come back after he is dead..."

Fudge retreated in despair until he leaned against the wall and fell to the ground without any strength.

Seeing that Fudge was still deceiving himself, Snape sneered coldly. His hand unconsciously fell to the place where the black film mark was printed on his left arm, and he gently rubbed it.

Last night, it was heating up.

Noticing Snape's movements and distraction, Artes lost his patience and his tone became colder for no reason.

"Fudge, is there anything else you want to say?"

"Head of the Cavendish family, this matter is serious and I need to go back for a meeting before I can make a conclusion. I'm sorry."

"No need to make excuses, just go back."

Artes had no intention of relying on Fudge to do anything. He had been entangled with him for so long because Dumbledore was around and he had to do some face-saving work.

Because of what Asseth said about meeting Voldemort, Dumbledore had no intention of paying attention to Fudge. He just wanted to ask what Asses meant.

Fudge is gone.

The atmosphere in the principal's office is even stranger.

Assess seemed unaware and calmly poured himself and Snape a cup of black tea.

"Professor Cavendish, I think I need to ask you something now."

Dumbledore looked at Artes with a serious look that was not shown in front of Fudge, without any concealment.

Grindelwald and Snape, who knew Arthas better and knew that he was soft-spoken but not tough-minded, could not help but frown, knowing that Dumbledore would not get anything out of him by asking this question.

Asseth was true to his words and asked with his smile still intact, "Ask me? What are you asking me about?"

"Are you going to meet Voldemort?" Not wanting to waste time, Snape interrupted what Dumbledore was about to say and asked himself, "When?"

Arthur's heart trembled, and the standardized smile on his face was seamlessly replaced by a well-behaved smile.

"You lied to Fudge, how could I have time to see Voldemort."

Dumbledore was dubious and hesitant to continue questioning to see if he could find any clues.

He looked at Snape, wanting him to continue asking.

Snape pretended not to see it.

"Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore, there's no benefit to me lying to you, and Voldemort can't give me anything."

This is true.

Dumbledore combed through everything that Voldemort had, but couldn't find anything that Artes didn't have.

After all, Voldemort in turn wanted nothing more from Asseth.

Dumbledore suddenly felt uneasy again.

Arthur didn't pay attention to the complex and jumping psychology of the elderly, but knocked on the table with a smile, "Aren't you coming out yet? Black?"

Sirius was originally lying on the ground, wanting to wait for Artes to leave before coming out, but now he was being nudged by Artes, so he had to slowly come out.

"Sirius!"

Harry ran over from the corner. He couldn't see Sirius from his position, so he had no idea that Sirius would be in the headmaster's office.

Seeing that he finally had some student energy, Professor McGonagall felt much more at ease. She didn't care about Sirius's identity as a fugitive, because Dumbledore was always there.

Dumbledore was observing Snape's expression and found that he was neither surprised nor angry at Sirius's appearance, as if he had not seen Sirius at all.

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Sirius and Harry hugged each other tightly.

Asseth's teeth were sore. He hadn't hugged Sif today, not counting those who fell asleep. Did they do this on purpose?

Out of sight and out of mind, Artes turned to Snape to wash his eyes, unaware that Dumbledore was hesitant to speak. Maybe he knew, but just didn't want to pay attention.

"Minerva, can you help me find Mrs. Weasley? And Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim, please help me and ask them to come back here in an hour."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left the principal's office.

"Severus, you..." Dumbledore looked at Snape hesitantly, "You know what I want to say, right? Are you still willing?"

Snape's heart suddenly jumped heavily, and two voices seemed to be arguing wildly in his ears.