HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Didn't you see it?" Asseth muttered to himself.

The warm sunshine outside the house shone in from the window, softening his slightly strange expression. Nina didn't notice anything strange and handed over another envelope.

Ace took the letter and opened it.

It's an invitation.

The person invited was him, and the inviter was Voldemort. The time was this afternoon, and the location was Malfoy Manor. The reason was not written.

Who?

Oh, Voldemort.

Wait, Voldemort? Send invitations?

Artes was silent for a moment, then he held the invitation inexplicably and asked tactfully: "Am I familiar with Voldemort? Why is he so..."

Nina shook her head, sharing the same hatred as her young master: "Young master is not familiar with him, he is really shameless."

Satisfied, Asseth threw the invitation on the table, got up and walked to the restaurant.

Nina followed her up and down.

At this time, a gust of wind blew in through the half-open window, blowing the note lying quietly on the table, and then a corner of the note burst into flames for no apparent reason.

The tongue of fire was about to engulf the note, and the remaining half of the paper clearly read: Merlin is the founder of the magic circle.

After breakfast, Asseth returned to the study and was not surprised when he saw the missing note.

Although the owner of the note tried his best to conceal it and even scrawled it with his left hand, no one knew him better than himself, and the words on the note were clearly his.

His own... words.

He just didn't know who was the one who sent the letter. Asseth sighed deeply, with helplessness in his eyes.

Sometimes you can fish in muddy waters, even if the water is too muddy, otherwise who knows whether what you touch is a human or a ghost.

Who knows, who is the fish? Who are the fishermen?

This is the situation now, it’s so chaotic.

Asseth looked out the window, looking at the snow falling outside, but he didn't know where he was.

Outside Cavendish Manor.

Continuous heavy snowfall bent the branches, causing heavy snow chunks to fall. He narrowly missed the man under the tree and made a hole in the snow.

The man's black robe covered his whole body, making his face invisible.

He faced Cavendish Manor and looked at the vast snow in the sky with the same posture.

Guessing that the people in the study would be back soon, he turned and left without hesitation.

Heavy snow covered the man's footprints, but within two minutes, all traces he left disappeared.

In the warm study room, Artes rubbed his swollen temples and caught a glimpse of the invitation with Voldemort's name written on it from the corner of his eye. He hesitated for a moment and picked it up.

Recently, he could sense that Halpo's cold and evil aura was not far from him. That direction should be Malfoy Manor. Even if he didn't go to Voldemort's appointment, he still wanted to see what Halpo wanted to do.

In this case, he might as well stop by and see what Voldemort wants to do with him.

But before that, he had to continue to face a series of numbers, and he was paid.

Aces accepted his fate and picked up the annual accounts and reports on the desktop and browsed them one by one.

In the afternoon, Joel knocked on the study door.

"Come in."

Joel opened the door, walked to the desk in a few steps, and placed the refreshing black tea on the table.

"Master, please forgive me, you need to rest now. The annual review is in two weeks. According to their efficiency, you still have one week."

Speaking of this, Joel emphasized his tone.

"In other words, this is a week's workload. Even if you watch it for another day and night, you won't be able to finish it."

Aces closed his eyes tiredly.

"I understand. When I come back from Malfoy Manor, I will go and rest."

"It should be so." Joel sighed and pushed the black tea over, "Even if it's just for practicing, the Duke of Devonshire shouldn't completely ignore these tasks. Maybe I need to complain to Anna."

The butler became serious and full of murderous intent. Asseth drank the black tea silently, pretending not to hear, and then gloating in his heart.

He knew the importance of Joel in Anna's eyes, otherwise he wouldn't be so obedient.

This time Joel complained in person. His father was in trouble, and he didn't know if he could watch.

A flash of light flashed in Asseth's eyes.

At this time, in a distant country, William and Anna cuddled up and admired the mountains stretching across the horizon.

The snow on the mountain is endless, spreading all the way to Tianchi shrouded in white clouds below, like a fairyland.

Anna held an alchemy camera and kept recording the changes in Tianchi. She didn't notice that William's expression suddenly became distorted, and then... he sneezed.

"Aren't you wearing an alchemy robe? Is it still cold?" Anna put down the camera and came to care about William.

William rubbed his nose and shook his head.

"It's either cold, or I just have a bad feeling."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Could it be that my son misses us? Why don't we go to the plateau over there tomorrow and go back early to see Asseth."

Anna said, thinking a little about her son, and decided to change the itinerary.

"Yes, no, let's go back early."

At this time, Artes still didn't know that the two people's trip had suddenly changed. He was standing at the door of Malfoy Manor, waiting for the Death Eaters to come and pick him up.

It was Lucius who came to pick him up.

He felt that he was happy to be Voldemort's butler, a butler who paid for himself.

While carrying out his daily insults, Lucius walked to the door. When he saw clearly that the person at the door was Asseth, his expression of despair suddenly changed.

"Ah..."

He opened his mouth to call someone, but as soon as he let out a breath, his throat was restrained by an unknown force.

Can't say a word.

Lucius was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, calmly adjusted his expression, looked at Asseth arrogantly, opened the door, and let Ass in.

"please."

Simple and perfunctory directions.

The two of them arrived in silence all the way to the conference hall.

Lucius gently knocked on the door. After receiving permission, he opened the door respectfully and turned sideways to reveal Asseth behind him. "Master, we have arrived."

"Go down, don't let anyone disturb me and my friends reminiscing about old times." Voldemort looked at Asseth steadily and waved Lucius to leave.

Lucius faced Voldemort, lowered his head and exited the conference hall.

"boom--"

The door to the conference hall was closed by Lucius.

Aces glanced at the layout of the room slowly, "Is this how you treat guests? Let the guests stand?"

Voldemort looked at the empty chair and waved his wand impatiently, placing a chair next to him.

"Are you satisfied with this?"

Of course...not satisfied.

Has anyone taught Voldemort not to be in the conference hall when receiving guests?

The chairs should not be arranged side by side, which would be inconvenient for both parties and also offensive.

After all, their relationship is not that good.

Thinking of Voldemort's life experience, Artes pinched his nose and acquiesced to Voldemort's arrangement, sitting down on the chair next to him.

But I distanced myself a little bit.

God knows the two chairs were almost touching before he moved them away.

Didn’t anyone teach Voldemort about social distancing? ?

Even if no one teaches you, don’t you know how to keep a little distance from unfamiliar people? Not polite!

Or, Hogwarts should consider teaching students a little more etiquette.

As a school director, Aces carefully considered the possibility of implementing this plan, the reaction of other school directors, and the acceptance of the plan by students.