HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Sev, how did your conversation between Gellert and Dumbledore go?"

Young Master Cavendish is idle in Spider-End Lane, working for the Potion Master, and is curious about the emotional development of his best friend.

Snape, who was sitting at the table, filled the last bottle of potion. Hearing this, he sneered and threw the potion in his hand, aiming for Artes' head.

"Since you are so curious, why don't we, Master Cavendish, who covers the sky with only one hand, go and see for himself?"

Aces caught the potion with a sneer, put it back on the table, and added a few strengthening spells along the way.

"Why should I go see them? I'm not familiar with them. They talk about theirs and we talk about ours. It's nice not to interfere with each other."

Snape looked at Artes coldly: "If you still can't learn how to speak, then I don't mind letting you go back to Hogwarts and learn how to speak again."

Master Cavendish, who could not speak, made a "shut up" gesture on his lips and quietly did not continue speaking.

It's a pity that the Potions Master, who is so frightening to young wizards, can find countless faults in a person when he is angry.

"If you have a soft spot for making a statue here, then I suggest you discuss with Old Bee to replace the stupid stone beast at the door of the principal's office."

It was wrong to speak, and it was also wrong not to speak. Master Cavendish learned the hard way and decided to apologize first.

"Sev, are you still angry?"

"I really wish your eyes could play a little role, instead of taking up a position and doing nothing, it would be better to let your mouth take his place."

Aces raised his hand to touch his eyes and then his mouth, thinking about the possibility that changing the position could make people happy.

It’s not very high, and you might even get called a fool.

The kind of scolding for three days and three nights.

Aces regretted letting go of the idea and continued to apologize sincerely and start a new life.

"Sev, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have made the promises in those letters for you privately, especially without your consent."

"But I guarantee that no one will know who this promise is for, and you will not be exposed."

That was not what Snape cared about. His face was still ugly, "There is no way I can go to the Potions Association."

Aces sighed, stood up and walked behind Snape, put his arm around his shoulders, and lowered his head against him.

"I know your concerns, but it didn't work in the past, and it doesn't work now, doesn't mean it won't work in the future. Relax, don't be too tense, no one can decide the future."

It just won’t work in the future.

Snape stroked Artes' hand away, but didn't know how to tell him that from the day he decided to become a spy, he had no future.

Artes persisted in grabbing Snape's hand, "You don't believe that I can kill Voldemort? Now I just haven't found all the Horcruxes."

Snape glanced at him slightly.

"It's not just Horcruxes. Recently, other people's power has come into contact with Voldemort. Their affairs are very hidden. Not many Death Eaters have discovered the clues."

"I will make people pay attention. Don't worry. Dumbledore won't stand idly by if he finds out. Don't put so much pressure on yourself."

Aces felt distressed and rubbed the dark circles under Snape's eyes caused by being haggard in recent days. His movements became more and more standard and he gave him a complete set of eye exercises.

This is what he learned from Susanna, and it is said to be an Eastern movement that is good for the eyes.

Whether it was good for his eyes or not, Snape didn't know, but it was quite comfortable.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed it, but he didn't realize that the expression of Asseth who was massaging him was no longer helpless, but calm, with some struggle and pain.

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Three days later, the Mueller auction officially began.

Snape couldn't go with Arthur and others.

Voldemort summoned higher-ranking Death Eaters to accompany him to the auction.

He and Lucius, one being the Potions Master in charge of appraisals and the other being the Malfoy Moneybags responsible for paying Galleons, could not be absent.

The box assigned to Voldemort was located at number three.

Next to them are Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who came with them. Box 1 next to them is the Cavendish exclusive box.

Voldemort was not satisfied with this arrangement.

Fortunately, the small soul stone that Asseth gave him before had a remarkable effect, giving him some sense and knowing that he should focus on the key to eternal life, so nothing else happened.

"Click——"

Lights went out.

The noisy auction fell into silence at that moment under the dark lights. No one made a sound, and everyone looked at the dark high platform.

"Shh-"

White light fell from the sky and landed on the high platform at the front, illuminating the beautiful and enchanting auctioneer above.

"Hello everyone, I am Auctioneer No. 1."

With dark purple curly hair, light eyes, slender hands and a slim waist, and long and straight legs, the man who bowed slightly to everyone was clearly the No. 1 auctioneer of Mueller Auction House.

"No. 1's legs are white and long. What do you think she uses to maintain them? Will she buy them at the auction?"

A box full of girls were chattering about the maintenance secrets of Auctioneer No. 1.

Voices similar to theirs still existed among various ladies, and they gradually disappeared until the auction began.

The prices of the previously warmed up auction items were raised by two or three with the beauty's few words, which gave the remaining auction items a good start.

"Three, two, one, deal!"

Number 1 counts down and the auction hammer falls.

This is an alchemy pendant produced by Assis, which sold for a high price of 50,000 yuan.

Draco looked at the familiar pendant on it, dug around on his body, and took out a similar but more gorgeous pendant.

Aces saw it and slapped his hand.

"Put it away. This is for your self-defense, not for you to play with. Don't lose it. The one you have is much better than the one taken outside."

Draco held the pendant in his hand and felt that the pendant, which was not very heavy in his hand, suddenly became much heavier when Artes said this.

He carefully picked up the pendant close to his body, knowing that this was a guarantee of his survival, so he had to be careful and not be careless.

But when he thought about the value of this pendant, Draco looked a little sad.

He thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out whether it was more dangerous for him to carry fifty thousand or more gold galleons on the street, or not.

"It's just for use, keep it." Aces grabbed the pendant and stuffed it into Draco's pocket, "This is the original intention of its creation."

"Your brother is right. Your godfather and godmother don't need this. If he gives it to you, just take it. It doesn't matter if it is broken or lost. Go find your brother again."

Anna couldn't bear to see the platinum peacock act like an aggrieved bird, so she brought the person over to her to coax him, and took a handful of Draco's soft hair.

It feels good in hand, but is too short.

Anna's thoughtful gaze fell on Asseth, thinking about how to coax Asseth into growing long hair for her to ravage.

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