HP: Embrace the Darkness

After taking a shower, Asseth came out casually wrapped in a bathrobe, the moist moisture spreading behind him.

When he saw Snape sitting on the sofa next to the bed, his eyes lit up. He put down the hand and towel that were wiping his hair, and wanted to hug him regardless of the dripping ends of his hair.

Snape ducked away from him.

Asseth was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"You go to sleep first, and I'll take a shower." Snape curled his lips in a playful manner, and said slowly, "After all, I came back from outside, so it's inevitable that I'll be a little... dirty."

Artes looked at Snape in disbelief. Seeing that he was really about to leave, he hurriedly grabbed his wrist and said, "I said I was dirty, not you. You are not dirty."

Snape raised his eyebrows, "What does it have to do with me saying I'm dirty? Now let it go and go to sleep with you."

"I'm waiting for you."

"No need." Snape slapped Ass's hand away and pointed at the black circles under his eyes, "Go to bed, you need to rest now."

Artes reluctantly sat on the bed, following Snape with his eyes intently until he actually entered the bathroom, and then regretfully took it back.

He waved his hand and used magic power to dry his hair. He lay down half-ly, but did not close his eyes - he still wanted to wait. He had been sleeping alone for eight days and was already tired of sleeping.

But as Snape said, after running around for many days, people really need to rest. After lying down for a while, his eyes started to fight, and he lost consciousness from time to time, and then woke up suddenly.

After an unknown amount of time, Asseth realized for the third time that he was about to fall asleep. He suddenly opened his newly closed eyes and muttered that he couldn't sleep.

Drowsiness made his brain not so clear. In a daze, he smelled a familiar smell, "Sif?"

Snape looked at the man who couldn't even open his eyes and stared at him, leaning toward him. He smiled unconsciously and said, "It's me. Go to sleep."

Artes barely controlled his eyelids to open a crack and raised his hand in Snape's direction.

Snape had no choice but to lie down and hug Artes sideways, "Is this okay?"

Aces opened his eyelids lazily, smiled slightly, and before his final consciousness dissipated, he touched Snape's lips with his lips, "This...is okay."

After saying that, he buried his head in Snape's warm shoulder, relaxed the string in his mind, and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of breathing lingering in the ears becomes long and steady, which can easily make people feel sleepy.

As sleepiness set in, Snape yawned sleepily, his eyes filled with moisture.

But he still remembered that he was going to take a look at the potions in the potion room and add some potion ingredients. He let go of his hand and pushed and half-pressed Artes, but he failed to push.

He didn't believe in evil, so he stretched out his hand and pushed again, this time with a little more force, but Asses still didn't move.

what happened?

Snape strangely groped down Arthur's shoulder. When he touched Arthur's hand and the thing held inside, he finally understood why he couldn't push it.

——This man was still clutching the corners of his clothes while sleeping.

Snape couldn't describe his current mood. He only felt that his heart was filled with heat and he wanted to hold something.

He looked at Asseth who was soft and harmless after sleeping, and followed his own will and hugged him.

As for the potion, he could brew it again.

Anyway, that crucible was given by Artes. It has detection magic words and can automatically cool down without exploding.

After persuading him, the potion master opened Ass's hand, hugged his waist instead, closed his eyes and fell asleep surrounded by warmth.

Compared with the cellar where you fall into sleep, Cavendish Manor is brightly lit.

In the study, Joel stared at Gavin, hating that iron could never become steel, "So you didn't stop him at all?"

Gavin was still depressed and ignored Joel.

Joel took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I will take care of what the young master says. You should leave quickly. Don't be angry with me here. I lose half of my life when I face you every day."

"What does this have to do with me?" Gavin muttered, "Can I still stop the young master? Besides, weren't you late too? You didn't see anyone, so how can you say that I didn't stop him? At least I saw him. "

Joel felt that sooner or later he would be pissed to death by Asseth and his men.

He took a deep breath and said calmly: "Can you leave my study now?"

Gavin looked at Joel's raised wand and turned it down from the window without saying a word.

Joel slapped the table, "Can you go through the front door?"

Gavin's voice came from downstairs: "Sorry, Butler Joel, I like to go through the window."

After the deep breathing method failed, Qiaoerpi picked up the parchment with a smile, wrote ten feet of reasons to refute the mission funds, and classified all Gavin's funds for the next year as manor maintenance expenses.

At this moment, Gavin didn't know how poor he would be in the next year. He climbed to the garden on the first floor, carefully avoiding the path where he might meet his teammates, and hid himself in the dungeon of the manor.

There is no light in the dungeon all year round. Gavin held up his wand to illuminate the path under his feet. The prisoners closest to the corridor saw the faint light and wanted to see the light, so they dragged the chains and rushed to the door.

"Let me out, let me out."

His voice was rough and unpleasant, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time and seemed particularly dry.

Even so, he did not give up, holding on to the iron railing and trying to grab Gavin's trousers.

"Help me, please."

His pleas woke the other sleeping prisoners, and for a moment there was the sound of chains dragging on the ground.

Gavin kicked out the hands blocking his way in disgust, stepped over those who were unwilling to let him go, and listened to their wails before arriving at Sirius' cell.

Sirius was pressed against the innermost wall, sleeping curled up on the wooden board with his back to the railing.

Gavin patted the iron railing.

"Hey Blake, wake up."

Sirius opened his eyes blankly, turned around and saw a dark figure in the gap between the iron bars beside the door, and was startled.

But then he reacted and rushed over.

"Who are you? Let me go quickly."

Seeing that he still had the strength to shout, Gavin turned around and walked away. He took Sirius's wand from among the people guarding the dungeon and broke it directly.

Holding the wand broken into two sections, Gavin returned to Sirius' cell and threw the wand in.

"Someone will pick you up tomorrow. Remember to send your ransom within three days, otherwise you will be wanted."

After getting rid of Sirius who was eating and drinking for free in the dungeon, Gavin used the information he found to take advantage of the night to come to a property under Voldemort's name.

It was as dilapidated as the old house. Gavin thought of Asseth's instructions and did not go in. He cast a powerful fire spell at the door.

His fire spell was the best among all the Ravens, and soon the house was burned down.

Gavin carefully hid his figure and waited there for a while. When no one came, he quietly left.

In one night, he destroyed nearly five houses. Some were as big as old houses, and some were just simple cabins. The only thing they had in common was that they were very old.

The skylight in the distance dispelled the darkness. Gavin stood in Godric's Hollow, looking at the last property in the distance, hesitatingly not making a move.

This is where the Savior’s parents once lived.

What does Voldemort want to do?