HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Cooperate? Mr. Cavendish."

Voldemort's voice interrupted Artes's thoughts. He threw aside the draft plan and turned to think about what Voldemort meant.

"There must be a reason for cooperation. What's your reason? Mr. Riddle."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen the scene of his embarrassing death again.

At that time, Hogwarts was in dilapidated condition, and only a group of students were left guarding the building.

He thought he saw a scene of victory in the future, but he didn't expect that the next thing he saw was that he was killed by Harry Potter using a disarming spell.

It was complete death, he could feel it.

How ridiculous, a student using a disarming spell to kill him - the great Dark Lord.

There was absolutely no way he could believe such nonsense.

But later, he met the snake who claimed to be omniscient and omnipotent.

Speaking of which, the first time he met Haierbo, he even had a fight with Haierbo.

Fiasco.

The arrogant Voldemort recognized the reality - he was not that strong.

So - will he really die under Harry Potter's wand? Or a humiliating death like a disarming curse? Voldemort was disappointed.

He had already gone crazy once when he saw the prophecy. This time, he accepted the outcome calmly and provoked Haierbo at the same time.

In his opinion, instead of dying in humiliation at the hands of Harry Potter, it would be better to die at the hands of an unknown strong man, at least it would be less shameful.

Halbo was not someone Voldemort could take advantage of. He not only ignored Voldemort's provocations, but also "enthusiastically" gave him advice.

"You are going to die anyway, why not try to kill your enemies in advance? What if you can successfully counter-kill them and win?"

There was not much persuasion with words, but it ignited Voldemort's fighting spirit.

Yes, they were all going to die anyway, so why didn't he try to get rid of Potter first? Or, even if it means death, why not take Potter with you?

Voldemort hates iron for being unable to become steel.

Why on earth was he so depressed all of a sudden? He had cut his soul into so many pieces in order to live, so why was he looking for death now?

Voldemort was so immersed in his own world that he didn't notice Halbo quietly shaking off the powder from his tail.

"Excuse me, Mr. Riddle." Artes interrupted the thoughtful Voldemort and repeated, "Where is your reason? Does it still exist?"

Voldemort was interrupted and looked over displeasedly. When he saw it was Asseth, his expression became better.

"If you want a reason, I can't give it to you. I have observed your family, and your focus is now shifting back to the British magical world."

He pondered for a moment, "I can tolerate you taking half of the magic world as a profit distribution."

tolerate?

After not being able to maintain social distance, Voldemort still can't form a sentence?

Asseth almost laughed angrily at him, and his tone softened, "I can take what I want by myself, and I don't need the tolerance of others."

Voldemort didn't realize his mistake at all. When he heard the rejection, he thought it was not enough and continued to increase the amount, "Two thirds."

"Five-fifths--" Voldemort was still adding more weight.

Aces interrupted him, "Benefit distribution is not a reason. Mr. Riddle, can you give a real reason? For example, you have reasons why you have to do it."

Difficulties?

Voldemort smacked the word and felt that what Asses said was right. Isn't it a hardship to live in Potter in order not to die in humiliation?

But on the face of it, he definitely couldn't tell Asseth like this. Voldemort had been troubled for a long time.

"what do you want?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have anything in particular that I want, and I'm not interested in the cooperation you mentioned." Assei said half-truthfully.

"Don't refuse in a hurry. You can consider it slowly. There is no harm in cooperating with me. To show your sincerity, the Ministry of Magic belongs to you."

Aces felt that he was more speechless today than in the past year combined.

What does it mean that the Ministry of Magic belongs to you?

Is there a possibility that the Ministry of Magic was originally taken over by their family.

Taking a step back, they won the Ministry of Magic based on their strength and had nothing to do with Voldemort or anyone else.

After saying nothing for a while, Asseth stood up directly and said, "'After a lot of trouble, I think it's time for me to leave."

Voldemort didn't hold back, just nodded and let Asseth do what he wants.

Such a quiet Voldemort was a bit unfamiliar, and Artes couldn't help but look at it twice. After a quick look, he discovered the familiar magic power on Voldemort.

Herbo.

He knew that Voldemort was not stupid enough to be that stupid, so why should he waste his time listening to Voldemort's nonsense?

Artes smiled coldly, leaving the fake version of him to go to the gate of the manor, while he himself walked towards the most obviously powerful source of magic in Malfoy Manor.

Arriving at the door of Haierbo and looking at the familiar guest bedroom, Asseth didn't even bother to smile. He knocked on the door and pushed open the door.

Haierbo was lying comfortably on the bed. Hearing the sound, the snake's head turned lazily.

"Here you come? Find a seat by yourself."

Asseth didn't move, leaning against the door frame and getting straight to the point, "What do you want to do?"

Hearing this, Haierbo raised his snake head and spat out the letter again and again, showing his threat, "Merlin didn't even say he would take care of me, you want to take care of me?"

Artes silently recited "respect the old and love the young" three times in his mind, and successfully brainwashed himself, thinking that the snake in front of him, which could beat Dumbledore up and down Voldemort, was an old man who was not very sensible.

"Of course I don't want to care about you. I'm just asking out of curiosity. If you don't want to answer, then let's skip this topic."

Haierbo looked at Asseth strangely. He always felt that Ass's eyes were a bit strange, but he couldn't explain why it was strange. He could only flick his tail and nod lightly.

"It's okay if it's not. Don't worry, I'm not an unreasonable person. It won't affect you and your little boyfriend."

Haierbo nodded magnanimously towards Asseth.

"I just want to play a little game to see if Voldemort, who is pursuing immortality, understands the pain of eternal life. After understanding it, can he still pursue immortality?"

Speaking of eternal life, Haierbo's tone was slightly bitter, and the frequency of Xinzi's vomiting also slowed down.

Asseth was thoughtful, and the sentence on the note, "Merlin is the founder of the magic circle" and Halbo's displeasure with immortality, alternately appeared in his mind.

The chaotic guesses were connected, but more needed to be verified. Thinking of this, he looked at Haierbo tentatively, "Do you want to die? Haierbo."

It was originally a very provocative sentence, but when it fell into Haier Bo's ears, it felt particularly comfortable.

Of course he wanted to die.

He wanted to die so much.