HP: Embrace the Darkness

Artes tried to recall what he had seen to Voldemort - mobilizing his men to attack, and then being killed by a disarming curse just before he could succeed.

The one that was attacked was Hogwarts, and the one who killed him was Harry Potter.

No matter how ridiculous these clips are, they have nothing to do with Draco.

So what went wrong to make Voldemort interested in Draco?

You don't think Draco killed Dumbledore, do you?

A nonsensical guess popped up in Ass's mind. He thought it was ridiculous and wanted to laugh it off, but he suddenly froze.

In this way, the clip he gave seemed to include Voldemort assigning Draco the task of killing Dumbledore, and the news that Dumbledore was killed.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Voldemort can't be that naive, can he?

It seems hard to say, after all, Voldemort is still an innocent baby who pursues immortality and believes in Horcruxes.

Ace's brain shut down.

He never imagined that a small prank and a convenient preparation could be used by Voldemort as evidence that Draco's bones were extraordinary and he could kill Dumbledore alone.

Snape took some time to admire Artes's colorful and changing face, "Looking at your expression, it seems that you have found the reason?"

After much deliberation, he felt that this was the only guess that could explain Voldemort's anomalies. Artes grimaced and said reluctantly:

"It seems to be my problem. Do you remember the little trick I left in the rainforest? I seemed to have given Voldemort a little illusion, making him think Draco was powerful and loyal to him."

At the same time, he despaired of the brains of his current partner and former boss. This was the first time for Snape to experience this feeling.

"Then what are you going to do now? Go comfort the little lamb who doesn't know the heights of the world?"

Artes laughed out loud because of this weird but fitting description, propped up his chin and stared at Snape's slender hand, and said considerately:

"Let him calm down. He won't listen to anything you say now, just like just now."

"Wise choice."

Snape made a comment and immediately continued to improve Aces' study plan.

Halfway through writing the study plan, he suddenly realized that someone's presence was a bit too high.

Moreover, this person also tried to undermine the completion of the study plan through various harassment behaviors.

After several warnings with no effect, the Potions Master, who had reached the limit of his patience, kicked the person out without mercy.

"Go do what you have to do."

With these words, Snape closed the cellar door with a bang.

The wind brought by the door slapped Asseth mercilessly, and he once again looked at each other with Miss Medusa and Morbid.

This time, Miss Medusa was wise and did not say a word of gloating about the appearance of Artes. Instead, she hid behind Morpidou, as if she did not see the embarrassment of Artes.

Asses raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles at his collar, maintaining his demeanor, and politely bid farewell to Miss Medusa and Morbid, then turned around and walked toward Fengxue.

The snow is clearing, the sky is clear, and the warm sunshine neutralizes the severe cold of winter. The frost condensed on the roadside gradually melts, turning into crystal water droplets and falling to the ground, forming a small puddle.

Pedestrians passing by thus draw their walking tracks.

Aces walked past the cold windy window, and the snow that blew in fell lightly to the ground. He looked along and saw a messy footprint.

The footprints came from the cellar, and the direction they were looking at should be the Slytherin dormitory.

This reminded Asseth of Draco who left.

Uneasy about Draco being left alone, Artes turned around, hid his figure, and followed the footprints to the Slytherin lounge.

Today is not a holiday, there are many young wizards coming and going in the Slytherin lounge.

Taking advantage of someone opening the door, Asseth followed that person into the lounge.

There were many people in the Slytherin lounge, but there was no chaos. Everyone kept a measured distance and did their own thing without disturbing each other.

Aces carefully walked around them and walked upstairs.

Passing through the dark and cold stairs, he passed directly through the dormitories.

The Slytherin prefects' dormitory is at the end.

He had lived there and was no stranger to its location.

Standing at the door of the familiar dormitory, Aces mobilized his magic power to attach to his eyes, and through the blurry light source, he saw Draco inside.

Draco sat on the edge of the bed, his head hanging, his shoulders hunched betraying his emotion.

This is a little different from what Asseth thought.

He subconsciously raised his hand to knock on the door, but Draco inside suddenly stood up.

The hand knocking on the door stopped in mid-air.

Draco didn't notice anyone at the door. After standing up, he walked to the desk and picked up something.

Aces couldn't see what he took, he could only see the source of magic power coming from the human body.

After taking the things, Draco stood still, seeming to be thinking.

What's going on here?

Aces still couldn't help knocking on the door.

Draco in the dormitory was frightened and backed away, bumping into the corner of the table. The quill on the table fell to the ground, making a crackling sound.

But his first reaction was not to pick up the quill on the ground. Instead, he hurriedly hid the thing in his hand.

"Who?"

Aces was silent, unsure if Draco wanted to see him now.

Draco in the room guessed who was coming from the suffocating silence, and he felt helplessly in the pocket where the things were hidden.

"Brother, is that you?"

"It's me, if you don't want-"

Before Asseth finished speaking, the closed bedroom door suddenly opened.

A dazzling platinum head appears.

"come in."

Draco lowered his head and did not look at Asseth. After speaking, he turned around and sat back on the bed.

Aces walked in right after him, raised his finger back, and closed the bedroom door silently.

Then he pulled a chair from the desk and sat down opposite Draco, planning to have a heart-to-heart talk with Draco.

The heart-to-heart talk had to begin with Draco calming down.

Aces thought for a moment.

"Draco, are you okay?"

"What are you doing here? Are you kidding me?" The platinum peacock looked like a loaded gun, full of aggression.

These words had no impact on Artes, who was used to Snape's venom. Looking at Draco, who was looking down with no expression, he lowered his voice.

"No, I'm here to apologize. I'm sorry for my reckless behavior."

Draco murmured as if he hadn't heard: "I must be ridiculous in your eyes. I have no ability to protect myself, and I will only rely on you to act arrogantly."

Aces: "..."

He felt that he was the ridiculous one.

So is Slytherin's awkwardness inherited from the same generation?

Then isn't he also a Slytherin?

Aces sighed silently.

"Draco, before you received Voldemort's letter, I received hints from your father through various means. He said that Voldemort was very interested in you."

Voldemort is interested in him?

Draco shuddered subconsciously.