HP: Embrace the Darkness

Stepping into the alchemy office that he had not entered for a long time, Artes was still a little unfamiliar.

"what--"

Susanna, who was yawning heavily, walked out of the bedroom and was startled when she saw Asseth standing silently in the middle of the office.

"Eh? My dear nephew, why are you here?"

Susanna's voice suddenly dropped, and she stared at Asseth's ugly face in surprise. At the same time, she frantically reflected in her mind on whether she had done anything sinister recently, causing Assass to come to settle the score with her.

Huh, luckily not.

Susanna felt relieved, stepped forward to look at Asseth's face, and asked with concern: "My good nephew, what are you doing?"

"Have you received your letter from Grandpa Joel?"

Aces didn't have the habit of venting his emotions to the people around him. He had returned to his usual gentleness in just a short period of time, but he couldn't hide the black spots under his eyes and the tiredness between his brows.

Mistaking that Asseth was worried about what happened last night, Susanna hurriedly comforted him.

"Is it Voldemort sneaking into the manor? I received it, don't worry, Uncle Joel is cruel and evil, and he will return... In short, he will never suffer a loss. Don't worry so much, pay attention to rest."

"I'm not worried about this - forget it, don't talk about this, why don't you ask me how to come to you? I came to you to beat Voldemort, do you want to go?"

When Asseth raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the clear confusion in Susanna's eyes, and his words turned around.

Susanna's eyes lit up, but she hesitated when she thought about Voldemort's strength and the many Death Eaters under his command.

"Go, but I don't know what Voldemort's strength is. I'm not sure if I can beat him. You were injured again that night..."

"Oops." Susanna slapped her thigh and said in annoyance, "You should have taken me to the cemetery at that time. It's not easier to run away with one person than to use up that old nose."

Aces has long been accustomed to hearing all kinds of strange but interesting words from Susanna's mouth. He doesn't feel strange and has no energy to be surprised.

Guessing Susanna's meaning based on the whole sentence, he smiled helplessly, "Let me take you to the cemetery... Do you remember where you were at that time?"

"what……"

Susanna recalled for a few seconds and suddenly felt guilty. At that time, she felt that the game was not good enough, so she went to Knockturn Alley to set up a stall to earn pocket money.

"As I haven't said before, let's talk about how to fight Voldemort to vent Uncle Joel's anger."

The man hidden in the darkness shook his head.

"No need to discuss, I'm fine, you can hit me however you want, and leave the rest to me."

Susanna's eyes widened, her brain felt dizzy, and she was so warmed by these words that she couldn't recover.

Listen, do as you wish, leave the rest to me.

What a damn sense of security.

Can those idiots learn from this?

I don’t ask you to actually do this, but you will always say it, right? It sounds good!

When she thought about the fact that she had never met such a talkative and handsome boyfriend in half her life, Susanna had the urge to go back in time and dig out the eyes she used to find a boyfriend, and then wash her brain again.

"Don't you want to?"

Aces raised his eyelids and asked lazily.

Because he left the cellar so suddenly, he didn't have time to put on his outer robe. He only had a thin white shirt with two buttons open at the collar, revealing his white collarbones. The creases on his chest and cuffs were obvious, which was very different from his usual dignified trim. .

When he raised his eyes, he seemed a bit unruly.

Susanna couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

She swore that she was definitely not greedy for beauty!

It's just that I've been with Artes for so long, and it's the first time I've seen him so violent. Although he's still smiling, the chill in his smile is... scary.

It was hard not to wonder what was going on.

"Cousin, you don't want to..."

Seeing that Susanna just stared at him without giving an answer, Asseth patiently repeated it for the third time.

"Or do you have other ideas?"

"I didn't, I didn't, bah, I mean, I was willing... No, I agreed, yes, I agreed to hit him."

Susanna wanted to give herself a big mouth, and what to say at the critical moment.

"But there is a small problem."

Susanna stopped talking, her eyes falling on Asseth, "Would you like to change your clothes first, and then wash your face? You look... very tired."

Aces was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked down and realized that not only had he not slept all night, but he had not even changed his clothes from last night.

It was really embarrassing.

He raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows and straightened up.

"Okay, you get ready first, and I'll go change clothes."

Because Asseth was in a bad mood, Susanna did not dare to raise any objections.

Of course, she had no objection at all.

After all, this is a rare opportunity in a century, to fight Voldemort alongside eating and sleeping!

How rare!

Susanna immediately became as quiet as a chicken, fearing that Artes would dislike her for being too noisy and leaving her to fight Voldemort.

She knew about Asseth's strength. She had also seen the video recorded by Gavin last night. Without Asseth, she might not be able to run out from under Voldemort's hands with all his beard and tail.

Susanna was quiet for only two minutes before she began to enthusiastically select the weapons she would use later from her bracelet.

hammer?

No, it's too vulgar.

Big knife?

No, not hard enough.

How about a whip?

No, no, this is not appropriate either.

Susanna was like a hamster, constantly pulling out various weapons from her bracelet.

Aces changed his clothes and came out, leaning against the wall, watching Susanna take out a lot of weapons, and eliminated a lot of weapons, and finally chose a stick that was half a man long, with the body full of spikes and barbs. Mace.

He was silent for a while, and his dark pupils reflected Susanna's cheerful smile. He couldn't bear to say that about changing weapons.

After all, Voldemort deserves it.

Susanna picked her weapon in a super good mood, followed Ass with her mace and left the alchemy office.

The door to the cellar next to it opened almost at the same time.

Susanna was overjoyed and enthusiastically prepared to meet her noble man. However, before she could even take two steps, Snape's cold eyes froze her in place.

"Uh...did I do something wrong?"

She muttered quietly, but honestly shrank her body towards Asseth.

It's normal to glare at her, but it's probably... not allowed to glare at Asseth.

He actually stared!

Susanna's eyes widened in disbelief.

Snape looked critically at the stunned Susanna and Artes, a sneer naturally forming on his lips.

"Cousin, go and wait for me over there first. I'll find you later." Artes stared at Snape, pointed to the window in front of the corridor, and suddenly said.