HP: Embrace the Darkness

Susanna beat the werewolf to death. Seeing that no one dared to approach her, she and Bai Hutie watched the fight between Artes and Voldemort.

The more she looked at it, the stranger she felt.

Aces seems to be deliberately releasing water?

As the person who had been beaten the most when staying around Artes, she could see with her eyes closed that Artes' last spell could have hit Voldemort's hand, but it didn't. The wand just wiped Voldemort past.

"Damn Voldemort, it's obviously my privilege to release Artes! Why do you have it too!"

Susanna swung the mace to the front and looked at Voldemort who was moving at high speed, ready to give him a loving mace anytime and anywhere.

Voldemort, who had just changed positions and prepared to attack, suddenly felt cold all over and his hair stood on end.

He looked around in confusion, thinking that Asseth had played some dirty trick.

"Wandering is not a good habit." Artes casually slapped the Cruciatus Curse on Voldemort and said, "Be careful next time."

Voldemort glared at him. If eyes could attack, Asses would have been pulled out of his bones by Voldemort.

"Sorry, I'm used to being a professor... I remember you also want to be a professor? Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Then you can first learn about the professor's good habits."

Every word Asseth said struck a chord in Voldemort's heart, and the green light became brighter.

The light of the curse became brighter and brighter, filling the conference hall and making people unable to open their eyes.

Artes and Voldemort were not affected by the curse. After the white tiger once again took Voldemort's life-killing curse slowly, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Are you insulting me?"

With a smile on his face, Asseth turned the ring carelessly, "No, I'm just warning you not to extend your dirty hands to my people."

Voldemort thought that Asseth was talking about the manor, and his snake face was almost twisted.

He didn't even enter the door, so why did he reach out.

A gust of fishy wind hit him, and Artes reflexively took a big step to the side. This was almost the longest step he had taken since the fight with Voldemort.

The smelly snake's mouth was empty, and Nagini spat out a message and approached Asseth again. Asses had a very bad impression of this snake, and his expression turned cold instantly.

The red curse hit seven inches, and the severe pain caused Nagini to roll crazily on the ground.

"Nagini, stay back." Voldemort ordered, his red eyes staring at Asseth for a moment, "What is your purpose here?"

"Warning... I'm here to send you an invitation letter. Don't you want our auction items? I'll give you a chance to bid. Whether you can get it depends on your ability."

Aces slowly smoothed out the creases on his collar caused by the fight, made sure he was decent, and took out the exquisite invitation from the ring.

Bai Hu picked up the invitation and handed it over in a friendly manner.

"Just for this?"

Voldemort felt even more unjust.

He stared fiercely at the smile that had never changed on Ass's face from the beginning, wishing he could tear that face off and throw it to the ground to trample on.

"What's your relationship with Lucius?"

Voldemort suddenly calmed down and asked irrelevant questions with great interest.

"It doesn't matter now."

When he heard the negative answer, Voldemort didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression became fierce.

Asses didn't want to trick his own people, so after saying this, he added another sentence.

"If you kill him, we will have a relationship. Malfoy's heir is on my side, and I will be Malfoy's only friend in the future."

"Oh, is it so?"

Voldemort suspiciously searched Ass's face for evidence that he was lying, carefully avoiding everyone's sight with the wand in his hand.

"Avada Kedavra."

It was still a death curse, but this time it was aimed at the person with platinum-blonde hair peeking out of the black robe.

Artes was indifferent, looking at Voldemort and the Kedavra flying away without smiling.

The white tiger seemed to feel his pleasure. He scratched the floor and stretched out. His tail swung leisurely, and he hooked his master's ankle affectionately and rubbed it coquettishly.

Aces rubbed its head.

The curse turned around at the end and hit the wall next to Lucius. The flying stones hit Lucius. Lucius looked up blankly, looked at the wall behind him and then at Voldemort.

"Master, do you need me to do something?"

Voldemort gave Lucius a cold look, "Shut your mouth, Lucius."

Lucius closed his mouth with confusion in his eyes.

"Tom...um, can I call you that? Mr. Riddle."

After beating Voldemort, Artes felt much better after venting his anger, and finally started to get into the theme.

Voldemort didn't know what he was going to do, but Artes' strength was recognized by him, and his attitude towards Artes naturally changed.

"Of course, my friend."

Ten minutes later, Artes and Voldemort sat opposite each other at the table, while others stood on the other side of the conference hall, watching the events unfold from a distance.

"I remember you are a Slytherin student, so you know Severus." Voldemort looked at the invitation in his hand and asked seemingly unintentionally.

Aces played with the stone and didn't even raise his eyes when he heard Voldemort's question.

"You seem to be asking nonsense. I am a student of Slytherin, so I naturally know our dean. Not only our dean, I also know the dean of Gryffindor, the dean of Hufflepuff and the dean of Ravenclaw." Dean.”

Voldemort didn't pay attention to the sting in Asseth's words. For him, if Asseth was willing to stand by his side and fight Dumbledore with him, he could scold him.

And his focus wasn't Snape.

Voldemort put down the invitation, and his skinny fingers gently traced Artes' name on the invitation, his tone was low and bewitching.

"Where's Dumbledore? What do you think of him?"

Aces laughed softly.

After all the detours, Voldemort's target is still Dumbledore. There is no grudge between the two.

"Tom, there should be certain boundaries between friends. I am not interested in your grudges. Whether it is you or Dumbledore, it has nothing to do with me, as long as you don't touch my people."

Voldemort coldly threw the invitation on the table, "Are you threatening me?"

The pocket watch in his arms suddenly became hot. Asseth took out the pocket watch and took a look. He frowned when he saw Joel's enlarged and bold "See you at the manor".

He raised his eyes and changed his words to "If you think this is a threat, then it is a threat. The invitation letter has been sent. Let's make an appointment another day."

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Do you want to make an appointment by knocking on your door?

Voldemort had a strange look in his eyes, he was so thick-skinned that he couldn't say such a thing.