HP: Embrace the Darkness

One of the two chased and the other fled, and Haierbo hit Assei Xinsheng's right arm with a hateful blow.

Aces's face turned pale in an instant.

The newly born arm is relatively fragile and sensitive, so the pain this time is not much different from the previous one, and it even lasts longer.

Afraid that Snape would be worried when he saw him, Artes did not dare to stop. He changed his position every time he landed, making sure that no one could see his pale face clearly.

After nearly twenty minutes of one-sided pursuit, Haierbo finally stopped and looked coldly at Asseth who was stopping not far away and holding his hands while breathing.

"Where's that child? I want that child. Hand him over. Hand him over and the matter will be wiped out."

After the pain in his hand, Asseth's tooth hurt again.

"You are obviously not suitable to raise a child, so why do you always think about raising him? He is so young and you don't understand the language. Do you have the patience to teach him how to read?"

He persuaded earnestly.

Haierbo snorted coldly, "They can do it, why can't I do it? Where are they?"

The people in Haierbo's words were naturally referring to the four founders. After fighting for nearly a week and a half, Artes finally understood Haierbo's psychology.

"That's not what I meant. The child is too young. How about waiting for him to grow up and choose whether to follow you? Let him have a childhood before that. It won't be difficult to take care of him when he is older."

"Where is the man?"

Haierbo's stubbornness was far beyond Ases's imagination, so he simply refused to persuade him.

"Don't think about it, you will never find him. Either wait until I get older and ask his opinion before I decide whether to study with you, or you can choose another person, but it must be voluntary."

Anyway, he couldn't possibly leave the people he saved to Haierbo again. If he wanted to beat or kill them, he would just accompany them.

Haierbo looked at Asseth solemnly, and Asses met his gaze fearlessly, feeling guilty.

After all, there is no need for the two of them to continue fighting. If they continue to fight, life and death will be divided. They will not reach this point.

"You are very good." Haierbo gritted his teeth and spat out his praise for Asseth.

If it weren't for the resentment in his tone that he wanted to eat Asses alive, others would have thought it was an elder praising the younger one.

Aces modestly said, "Thank you, you're not bad either."

"Humph, he's just as sharp-tongued as that idiot again. I hope you can still laugh later."

When Halbo's threat fell into Asseth's ears, his first reaction was to look back at the situation with Snape. There were not many things that could make him laugh, and the only one here was Snape.

But he didn't expect that he subconsciously turned around and missed Haierbo's action of throwing out the black mist.

"Boy, let me teach you a lesson, don't turn your weakness into a sharp blade that stabs you."

The black mist shrouded and wrapped around Asseth's right arm in an instant, and the corrosive sound of "sizzling" sounded.

Haierbo's sneer turned into a ball of black smoke and swept towards the gap in the space. The moment he was about to run out, silver vines climbed to the center of the black smoke like gangrene attached to the bone.

"boom--"

Haierbo exploded again.

In his haste this time, Asses had no choice but to really blow up the person, and he just blew up the black smoke on the right.

The black smoke condensed again and paused for several seconds before speeding up and flying away.

It seems that Haierbo's yelling and gasping sounds can be heard in the distance.

"hiss--"

After Haierbo left, the pain gradually came back. Asseth covered his right hand and did not dare to breathe too hard for fear of pulling the muscles of his right arm.

It's too cruel.

Pick the same place to start every time.

As expected, he is vindictive and petty.

Aces scolded Herbo in amusement.

The half-silver and green space lost half of the magic power supply, and the other half of the magic power also weakened, shattered unsustainably, and turned into magic star points all over the sky.

The space disappeared, and Snape walked quickly towards Artes. His usually fast and steady pace seemed a little eager and a little messy at this time.

But when he was about to reach Asses, his speed slowed down again.

Dumbledore followed him, and when he saw this, he pushed him directly in front of Artes.

Snape looked at Asseth who lowered his head and covered his hands, and hesitantly stretched out his hand.

At this moment, Asseth lowered his head, the pain subsided, and watched helplessly as a black snake-like mark entangled itself on his arm.

Something suddenly connected in his mind. Before he could clear his thoughts, a familiar hand appeared in his field of vision. He almost subconsciously took a step back and covered his right hand tightly.

"your hands--"

Snape's outstretched hand froze in mid-air due to Asseth's retreating movement, and his already pale face became even paler.

After a few seconds, he retracted his hand unnaturally.

It felt like a big hole had opened in my heart, the cold wind was howling, and not even a blade of grass could grow.

Asseth didn't realize what he had done until he retreated, but when he walked back again, it seemed that he had done it deliberately.

He resisted the urge to slap himself, and lightly stretched out his left hand, interlocking with Snape's fingers before he could let go.

When Snape looked over blankly, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

"The curse on your right hand may spread through contact. Can you hold your left hand first to make peace with it?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, his tone lowered, and his next words were inexplicably mixed with ambiguity.

"When the curse is removed, you can do whatever you want."

After hearing Asseth's previous explanation, Snape was still worried about the curse.

Hearing the increasingly unclear explanations, his hand felt as if it was being roasted over and over on a fire rack. It felt extremely uncomfortable and hot.

He hesitated and retracted his hand, wanting to take it back but worried that Asseth would think he was disgusting.

"I didn't mean to... lead..." Snape tried to explain, but he didn't know how to explain.

Artes knew what he meant. He smiled and led the man back to the sofa, placing his right hand out of Snape's reach, fearing that he would check if he didn't believe it.

"I know, I think so."

Snape choked, feeling something was wrong but couldn't tell what was wrong. He could only follow Artes and sit down on the sofa, looking at his hands heavily.

Dumbledore was dumbfounded as he watched them hold hands, and then watched them sit on the sofa minding their own business, loving each other, but no one remembered that there was still a lonely old man like him.

He sighed helplessly, resigned himself to his fate and walked to the sofa to sit down and study the python on Ases' arm.

Snape was pulled by Artes to sit on the left side.

You can't see the condition of Asseth's right hand at all from this position. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Asses did it on purpose, let alone a potion master.

He became increasingly anxious.

All kinds of bad possibilities rotated uncontrollably in his mind, and a vague fear filled his eyes.

"your hands……"