HP: Embrace the Darkness

Voldemort was obsessed with the pleasure of revenge, and did not notice the white tiger as light as the wind, nor did he notice the extremely thin magic lines spreading into the distance.

The white tiger ran freely along the lines of the magic circle's flowing power, passing through the dense branches and leaves without gaps, and crossing the gurgling stream.

Along the way, we scared the little animals in the rainforest so much, even the monkeys alone, that I don’t know how many were scared away.

After running from dawn to sunset, Bai Hu finally saw the center of the magic circle on the top of the tree - a cave surrounded by huge rocks.

After finding the destination, the white tiger stopped moving and looked around cautiously with his warm blue eyes.

Something is wrong, so wrong.

Generally speaking, in order to compete for sunlight, trees will try their best to grow, achieving the effect of blocking out the sky.

To achieve such an effect, they need a lot of nutrients. In this way, they will go all out to extend their roots around to absorb the required nutrients and compete for nutrients.

Over time, the distance between trees will remain at a distance that allows both parties to obtain nutrients.

When White Tiger came here just now, he saw that the distance between trees was very dense, which proved that there was no shortage of nutrients in this area. How could there be such a large open space?

Such a weird scene almost blurred the words "something wrong" on the ground, making Asses dare not turn back into a human being or act rashly.

The branches supported the white tiger's huge body, but within a minute it began to sway, and the branches under stress made a breaking sound that frightened the tiger.

The white tiger quickly shrank its body and turned into a smaller little white tiger. It jumped onto the branch next to it and continued to observe the situation in the cave.

After watching for a few minutes, the little white tiger discovered another strange point - there was an "empty" creek near the cave.

You must know that wherever water sources are, there are gathering places for organisms. There are countless herbivores that drink water and carnivores that hunt herbivores that drink water.

But let alone herbivores and carnivores, there are no fish in this stream.

Things that go against common sense happen one after another.

The little white tiger gave up his intention to explore for the time being, instead of looking at the dark cave that seemed to be silently inviting him, and instead looked into the distance, looking for a place to stay in the next few days.

After searching around, the little white tiger finally found a location not far from the cave that seemed normal and where the cave could be seen.

It waved its arms and carefully climbed down the tree. Walk towards the location you see.

The ground was muddy and full of rotten leaves. The little white tiger took every step carefully, fearing that those dirty things would get on his white paws.

No matter how careful you are, your snow-white hair will inevitably get a little bit of mud on it.

The little white tiger bared his teeth in disgust and raised his head high, not even wanting to look at his paws.

The brightly colored insects flew lightly in the air, as if feeling the little white tiger's overflowing disgust, and slowly landed on his ears.

My ears are itchy.

The little white tiger subconsciously raised his paws and scratched his ears to relieve the itch.

The wet feeling replaced the itching, and was fed back through the ears. The little white tiger thought of something and looked down at his paws blankly.

Then his body became visibly stiff, turning into a statue of low pressure and despair.

He's...dirty.

The little white tiger couldn't bear the thought of having dirt on his head that had been stepped on by unknown creatures and possibly insect corpses. He spread his claws and ran towards his temporary foothold, not caring if any creatures ambush him along the way. .

If he didn't still have sense, he would even want to run directly to the stream outside the cave and wash his head clean.

After reaching the destination, the white tiger seamlessly transformed back into Asseth. He quickly reached into the ring to take out the tent and threw it out. The tent automatically opened and fixed when it landed on the ground.

Aces rushed into the tent without stopping, taking a shower, washing his hair...

After washing up and changing into clean clothes, my brain, which had been suspended from thinking, finally regained its sanity.

Realizing that he had made a mistake, Asseth quickly came outside the tent and activated various magic patterns in the tent.

The tent flickered quietly and then disappeared.

"Tsk, I still don't feel right."

A faint feeling flashed across his face, and Asseth frowned and stared at the tent.

Not finding the answer on the tent, he gathered his magic power and searched several meters away from the tent, trying to find the source of his discomfort.

After searching to no avail, Asseth stood under a tree, hesitating whether to change his footing.

It can make him feel that it may not be safe here, and there may even be unknown dangers.

But... this is the best place to observe all the conditions in the cave.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Asses decided to stay. He believed in his own strength more than the vague feeling.

The night has gone deep, and the forest glows with another color - the luminous plants slowly wake up, fading away from their ordinary appearance during the day, and lighting up their unique, weak but unchanging light.

Aces returned to the tent, scribbled out tonight's dinner, took a piece of paper and wrote down everything he saw today, and attached moving images.

Having prepared tomorrow's letter in advance, he took out another piece of paper and listed today's experiences one by one.

The quill gently circled the cave, leaving a question mark on the side. Next to the question mark, he wrote down his guess on the owner and function of the magic circle.

As he was writing, his pen suddenly stopped, lingering hesitantly on the word prophecy for a long time.

The pen and ink penetrated the letter paper in the long silence, and soon formed mottled ink marks.

The messy paper is just like the owner's messy mood and thoughts.

Aces raised his head and looked at the deep starry sky through the transparent curtain that he had deliberately adjusted so that he could see the outline of the cave roof.

Stars flickered in the sky with every breath.

He raised his hands to cover his chest. On the inside of his clothes was a makeshift pocket, which contained the only photo of Snape he owned.

The photo is attached to the beating heart. The sense of presence is not strong, but it is surprisingly reassuring.

Aces took a deep breath, and his chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down. His pen drew a straight line and connected to the magic circle, and at the other end of the magic circle was - time.

This stroke seemed to open the floodgates of thoughts. The quill never got stuck again. All kinds of guessing ideas continued to emerge. The smooth and graceful cursive body soon occupied the entire letter paper.