HP: Embrace the Darkness

Queen Elizabeth loves speeches. From her encouraging radio broadcasts during the war to her customary Christmas speech, this speech is not the most significant, but it is definitely the most unforgettable speech by the Queen.

Prime Minister's Office.

"You said Artes Cavendish was shot?" the queen asked in surprise.

After handling the follow-up, Gort was reporting the situation to the Queen and nodded after hearing this.

"He has returned to his office. A doctor should have gone over to treat the wound. I have seen it. The wound is on the right shoulder. It did not hit a vital point. It doesn't matter."

Gort didn't know, but Queen Elizabeth knew the identity of Wizard Asseth, so she was inevitably surprised that Asses was injured.

But after a while, she remembered Cavendish's rules, and there was a hint of recognition in her eyes.

"The doctor here in the city hall is not a great doctor after all. You can find a few people to accompany him to the hospital. No, you go with him. Wilson and I have important matters to discuss. This matter is entirely left to you. "

Gort bowed in agreement.

Ases, who was being talked about by the two, was currently sitting on the sofa in his office. His white shirt was almost soaked with blood, blood was dripping, and a deeper mark suddenly appeared on the dark sofa.

He struggled to unbutton the button with one hand, revealing a bleeding wound. He turned his left wrist and took out a dagger with a cold light. The magic power flowed to the dagger along his hand, and the white light enveloped the dagger.

There was one thing that Gort said wrongly. Asses never intended to let anyone treat his wounds. Haierbo was watching with eager eyes, and those who came would only be involved.

He gently inserted the dagger into the wound, and the milky white magic power extended from the place where the dagger and the bullet came into contact, wrapping it together with the bullet.

The dagger was slowly drawn out, and the bullet followed the dagger and slowly left the body.

Aces pulled it to the end with an expressionless face.

The blood flowed more violently, and the milky white magic covered it, gently relieving the pain of the wound.

Immediately afterwards, he took out several bottles of magic potion and drank it without looking. He drank four bottles in a row before stopping.

After taking the potion, his face looked a little better, but only a little better. This week, he had been sleeping day and night without a meal, and now he had lost so much blood. If it hadn't been for the potion, he would have been unable to hold on.

He moved his right hand slightly, buttoned up the open white shirt with one hand, and then used a magic spell to clean up the blood stains on his body.

After doing all this, Asseth put on his gentle smile again, maintaining his usual calmness.

"Have you seen enough? How much longer do you want to see?"

Haierbo appeared from the shadow of the corner, holding a walking stick as tall as a man with a snake crawling on it. He took a step and punched the walking stick. The snake head of the walking stick followed the rhythm of his walking and hissed and spat out the message.

"I haven't seen enough. You looked more embarrassed and more pleasing to the eye just now than when you were running around after me. If you can keep it up... it should be good?"

Aces was not surprised by his gloating and was even in the mood to laugh along with him.

"You didn't know how to come out and help me when you came, and you just watched me work hard to get the ammunition? It seems that you haven't learned how to care for children at all, so let's forget about the child. You are not suitable to raise children."

Haierpo stopped about five steps away from Asseth, taking time to stare at Asses's wounds.

"Sharp-tongued, just like that idiot of yours... How about it? I've experienced the feeling of having my arm broken, and I've also experienced the feeling of being shot. It's not bad."

"It can't compare to the feeling of losing an arm."

Aces leaned lazily on the sofa, raised his eyebrows slightly, and pushed back the words neither lightly nor seriously.

"Also, if it's not your fault, don't use it to show off. At least we have been friends for a week, so we don't have to be so fake. Wouldn't it be nice to openly admit that your plan failed?"

Haierbo couldn't hold back his disdainful sneer.

"I think you are the fake one. Even the smile on your face is so fake. I'm really curious about what kind of situation can break this ghost look of yours."

"No, maybe I know."

Haierbo suddenly remembered the sincere and solemn Arthur in front of Merlin in Nico's cabin, and his eyes swept behind him without leaving any trace.

There stood Dumbledore and Snape, whom he had taken with him when he came.

There was no other way. If he let him go, he was afraid that they would go find Artes. If he didn't let him stay, he would be afraid that something would happen to Snape, and that Artes would blame him in the end.

No matter what he did, it would be troublesome, so he simply brought the two of them in.

As soon as he came in, he put all the magic power on them for concealment. Asses was injured again, so the traces of these two people were not found.

If he is discovered, this kid's mask should be broken, right? Maybe you can also unlock his new expression, panic? Fear? Haierbo thought playfully.

It's a pity that he still has reason.

"Tsk, that's boring. Boy, tell me the whereabouts of that child. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I won't cut you into pieces. How about leaving you a whole body? Then I can bury you."

Artes heard Haierbo's words countless times during the week of chasing him and being chased by him.

It is true that Haierbo is not a good person, but the two of them are not enemies of life and death. Just listen to the harsh words Haierbo says and don't take them seriously.

But Artes knew it, but Snape didn't.

The potion master's fixed eyes stared at Haierbo, burning with raging anger.

If looks could kill, it was Haierbo who was really torn into pieces.

"Then should I thank you?"

"No need to thank you. I would rather see your expression without your arm?"

If you can't use Snape to break Arthur's expression, then find another way.

Haierbo laughed fiercely, his hoarse laughter mixed with murderous aura and pressed towards Asseth.

Dark green water-like light surged from the soles of his feet, swelling in a circular shape. The large circle swelled to the extreme, turning into snakes that were meandering and crawling in all directions.

In an instant, the walls on his side all turned dark green, and the space seemed to expand infinitely, with no end visible at a glance.

"As for this issue, I'm actually very curious about it. The situation was too rushed and I couldn't appreciate your expression. It's really disappointing."

Aces stood up slowly, brushing away the non-existent dust on his collar with his fingertips, his tone indescribable regret.

As the last word of the words fell, the cold silver magic power of the frosty moon formed one arm-thick vine after another, entwining and spreading around each other, quickly occupying the other half of the office.

Similarly, the side of the office he was in was stretched and expanded by silver vines, eventually becoming another bottomless abyss.

Since then, the entire office has been divided by the magic of dark green and silver, with the desk as the midpoint.

The two of them each have half, and the war is about to break out.