HP: Embrace the Darkness

The space built by Aces and Herbo was not just for fun.

With the current strength of the two, once they really fight, the surrounding buildings will not be able to escape at all. One building will fall over the other, which will particularly affect the fighting experience.

So the two of them created a space to isolate themselves from the outside world.

Here, it is no exaggeration to say that even if they fight like crazy, they will not be able to break it.

Because constructing and controlling space requires a lot of magic power, they need to spend most of the magic power to maintain it. Without this magic power, the magic power they actually use in fighting is not much, accounting for at most two-thirds.

This was also a sign that Haierbo had no intention of fighting to the death. He took the lead in organizing half of the group, and Aces understood his intention before jointly organizing the other half.

The magic power of two different colors gradually twisted and merged at the edge of contact, becoming a brand new color-silver green.

The fusion of magic power made Asses feel the situation on Haierbo's side. His calm eyes finally glowed coldly, and he looked at Haierbo quietly, his eyes as black as ink filled with scarlet murderous intent and anger.

"Let...the person go!"

Haierbo was stunned for a moment, then later he remembered that there were two hostages on his side, and he rashly connected to the magic power of space, but was discovered by Asseth.

"Let's talk about it after the beating. I won't do anything to two little... innocent people."

"People can't be on your side." Assei took a step back. This was his bottom line.

"Okay, I won't care about it later."

Halbo had done all the bad things, but he still meant what he said. He waved his hand to release the restraints, moved Snape and Dumbledore to a place equally far away from them, and then imprisoned them again to show his sincerity.

Asseth glanced at the potion master who was unharmed but obviously angry and glaring at Haierbo, and the murderous aura in his heart subsided slightly.

But he still untied the restrictions left by Haierbo and just divided the space in that area to ensure that there would be no accidental injuries during the fight later.

After settling Snape, Artes taunted with confidence, "Aren't you going to attack innocent people?"

"Have you forgotten? So many people died in the gunfire, weren't you indirectly responsible for it?"

He had never appeared in front of outsiders, and the wand that belonged to him slipped from his left hand and pointed directly at Haierbo.

People like Haierbo were not dangerous in his eyes, but even more dangerous in his eyes.

If the people he pushed to death were in his eyes, then Asses, who he forced out with people's lives, was in his eyes.

Therefore, for so many days, Asseth never figured out who was worse off, him or them.

Haierbo smiled disapprovingly, with a sinister smile, looking at the world with a cold look and indifference.

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were very similar to me. You have a crazy energy about you. If you were in our... maybe there would be a place for you."

"Unfortunately, it seems that you are still a little behind. What are you afraid of? You are just an ant that can't make any contribution, is mediocre and insignificant, and we can crush it with one hand. What do you care about? "

"You are different from them. Don't lower your head to pity their sorrow. You have to look up and see us who are high above, overlooking all living beings. You should be one of us. You can't escape."

Aces imitated his expression and smiled disapprovingly. His black hair grew, silver light spread from the roots of his hair, his black eyes gradually faded, and his white pupils seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Essentially, there is no difference between us and them. Your views only represent your own. If you want to represent others, your strength may not be that good."

To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster.

Aces stopped talking. The silver vines entangled themselves into several huge silver tigers. They crept down and lowered their bodies. Then they jumped up and ran towards Haierbo. His raised paws covered Haierbo heavily.

Haierbo turned into a ball of black smoke and disappeared in place. Dark green light exploded in the silver tiger's claws, and a huge python appeared from the sky. The snake's tail wrapped around the silver tiger, tightened it hard, and kept rolling on the ground.

Other silver tigers faced the python that appeared one after another.

Aces quietly felt the position of Haierbo.

Haierbo went around behind Asseth, but before he could attack, he was forced back by the chair that Asses kicked away with his feet.

Neither of them needed to recite the spell to cast the spell, nor did they even need to take a break to throw the spell.

For a time, all kinds of rays of light filled the boundless space. They did not adhere to fixed spells, and most of the time they were directly colliding with magic.

The strong win, the weak retreat.

The two of them moved faster and faster, disappearing and appearing, appearing and disappearing. Every time they appeared, there was lightning and sparks.

Asseth carefully pulled the battlefield away from Snape and Dumbledore. Halbo didn't want to be restrained, so he followed Ass's movements and left.

The two could not break free from the space created by Artes and Herbo, and they could only watch as Artes and Herbo fought more and more crazily.

"Who is he?"

Dumbledore's expression was indescribably solemn.

Snape ignored him, his black eyes never leaving Artes, and his suppressed brows showed a little worry and fear.

Dumbledore sighed, took out the Elder Wand and continued to try to break through this space, but no matter how much magic flowed in, it was all lost.

"This seems familiar?"

Dumbledore concentrated on studying the space constructed by Halbo and Asseth.

Snape still looked at Artes without blinking, his palms were red as he grasped them hard. He had heard all the conversation between Artes and Haierbo just now.

Combined with what Joel and Susanna said about Artes having trouble, he vaguely guessed that Halpo had done something, most likely to massacre Muggles, forcing Artes to go find him.

The pain in my heart became more obvious.

A week later, working backwards, it happened to be the day he and Artes had a quarrel.

That night, Artes stayed up all night to face such a guy who was even crazier than Voldemort.

Even so, keep writing back.

What was Asseth thinking about in those days after being exhausted for many days and not receiving a letter? How did he withstand the double physical and mental pressure? Is the blood on the letter his, and how did it get stained?

Snape had too many questions that he wanted to ask and figure out, but he didn't dare to think about it. He was afraid. He was afraid that the answer he finally got would be crueler than his guess. He was also afraid that Artes, who had experienced all this, would be far away. he.

The fear of falling into an ice cellar made Snape grip his hands angrily, his nails digging into his skin.