HP: Embrace the Darkness

This was Draco's first time in an empty cellar.

Until he saw the cellar door, he still couldn't believe that Snape would trust him so much and let him wait in the cellar alone.

Is this special treatment from relatives?

So what should he call Dean?

Asses is his brother, so isn’t the dean just...

Draco's mind wandered involuntarily in strange directions that he had never thought of.

Miss Medusa and Morpido silently stared at Draco standing in a daze at the cellar door.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Draco still didn't notice the two snakes. The more impatient Miss Medusa raised her tail and knocked on the cellar door.

"Hey, hey, kid, what are you doing? Is this where you are in a daze?"

Draco was startled and looked down following the sound, meeting two pairs of snake eyes the size of mung beans.

"Uh... how are you?"

"Okay, okay, I'll be fine if you don't block my light here!" Miss Medusa said sarcastically.

Then he raised his head proudly, waiting for Draco to show his speechless look.

You must know that as the snake next to the Slytherin Snake King, she once deeply learned the critical spirit of their dean, and she would come out with her mouth to find faults.

Draco turned around and found that he seemed to have blocked a little bit of light that had finally refracted in.

"Excuse me, would this be better?"

He stepped aside politely.

Miss Medusa narrowed her snake eyes. They were indeed a family. They were as slippery as that guy Asseth, but she didn't live up to her reputation.

She cleared her throat and shook off the tip of Morpido's tail that was trying to stop him. "Ahem, Mr. Malfoy, do you want to come in? Please tell me the password."

Draco blinked, password? What password?

Wait, password!

Why did he forget to ask for the password?

After considering Snape's words carefully, Draco had to realize a cruel reality - he didn't ask for the password, and Snape didn't say it either.

"The dean didn't tell me. He just asked me to wait for him in the cellar and deliver my homework."

Draco raised his hand to let Miss Medusa see clearly the potion inside the basket.

Really unable to find any reason to refuse, Miss Medusa opened the door dejectedly and warned sadly, "Don't touch anything in the cellar, especially the bottles on the cabinet. Some of the potions inside are corrosive."

Draco was shocked.

Can potions be corrosive? Is this something for drinking or throwing at people?

Miss Medusa saw Draco's shock and deliberately showed her fangs to scare him.

"I usually kill people, but occasionally save people. After all, death can sometimes be a kind of redemption, what do you think?"

Are you sure it's redemption, not torture?

Draco looked at Miss Medusa speechlessly. Before he could speak, the bedroom door opened.

One person and two snakes looked over.

I saw Asseth holding a book, leaning against the bedroom door frame, smiling lazily and helplessly.

"Don't scare him. That potion is not that scary. It just needs to be used with another potion. It can save your life at a critical moment."

"Brother, why are you here?"

Draco's eyes lit up instantly, and he spoke with confidence.

"I came to Hogwarts to deal with something. Something unexpected happened and I can't leave for the time being. Why are you alone, where is Sif?"

"The dean has gone upstairs, probably to the principal's office."

Draco walked quickly into the cellar, put the basket in the corner, and answered Arthur's questions quickly.

Aces's eyes darkened, but he soon regained his gentleness. He walked to the desk, poured a glass of hot milk for Draco, and handed it over.

"Tell me, what do you want from Sifu?"

Draco took the hot milk.

Although he didn't understand why Asses gave him hot milk, he still took a sip of it in a dignified manner.

"I'm not looking for the dean, I'm looking for you."

He licked his lips, feeling the aftertaste of the milk, and took out the letter he had held for a long time.

"It should be that person who wrote it. I don't know what I can and cannot reply to, so..."

Aces took the letter, glanced at the contents, and immediately understood Voldemort's plan.

"It's simple. Except for the fact that you can't write about Xiver, everything else doesn't matter."

Draco found that the hot milk tasted quite good, so he conjured a straw for himself, and while sucking it, he asked: "Is it okay... huh?"

"Look at you, I won't help you this time. You can look back on your own. This can be considered as letting you face Voldemort. Don't then-"

Halfway through his words, Asseth suddenly stopped and looked at Draco thoughtfully.

"what happened?"

Draco was a little frightened. He got a bad signal in Aces' eyes.

Asseth raised his lips casually, "Xiaolong, how is your recent spell learning going?"

Draco was extremely vigilant, his light-colored eyes shining brightly in the dim light of the cellar, "I'm studying hard, I promise."

"Since you studied hard, let me check your results. How about actual combat?"

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He thought something was wrong, but it turned out to be an inspection.

"No problem at all."

The platinum head is raised proudly and confidently.

Asseth quietly suppressed the smile in his eyes, hoping that this silly boy would still be able to smile when he saw his opponent.

"Where will the actual battle take place? When will it start? Who is my opponent?"

The platinum peacock, who was carried away by the show of power, was like a mortar, asking questions one after another. Asses finally broke free from the obscure knowledge, and when he had some free time, his head began to buzz again.

He thought Draco's nickname could be changed from Peacock to Sparrow.

No, sparrows may not be that noisy.

This is a duck.

Draco put his head in front of the helpless Artes, "Brother, why don't you speak?"

Asespi smiled but said, "Tell me from your conscience. Did you give me a chance to speak?"

Draco knew that Artes indulged him, so he was always arrogant in front of Artes, and this time was no exception, "I tell you, no!"

It is also strong to be irrational.

Aces laughed angrily and raised his eyes to say something, but when he saw the door opening silently, he was stunned for a moment, then winked wildly.

Draco didn't understand and pursed his lips, "Didn't I tell you? Why are you blinking?"

Snape quietly looked at the desperate Aces and the arrogant and domineering Draco, and asked softly: "What's the matter? Why don't you tell me?"

"Why should I—Dean!" Draco was shocked, and his voice suddenly weakened, "Dean, I said I didn't say anything, do you believe it?"

"What do you think?" Snape sneered, "Why don't you show your arrogance? I think Lucius will be pleased with this."

Draco's head dropped lower and lower.

Aces smiled and enjoyed the happiness of someone venting his anger on him, and also enjoyed the Potion Master's preference.

However, the next second, the fire burned his body.