HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Grandpa Joel. I'll leave it to you to settle the magical creatures I sent here. I'm going to see someone and I'll be back later."

Asseth tugged on his collar, and the original straight-fitting shirt instantly changed its style, and then he put on a pure black casual windbreaker. He suddenly changed from a noble aristocratic young man to a young man who could be seen everywhere on the streets of London.

Joel couldn't hold it back and called Asseth, "Master, are you sure you will come back tonight?"

"Of course, I'm not looking for Sif."

After Asseth finished speaking, he left Cavendish Manor in a hurry.

After walking through several streets, he found Haierbo in an inconspicuous Muggle alley.

Haierbo leaned in the corner and kept talking like a machine gun when he saw Asseth's figure.

"What are you looking for for me? Are you trying to drag me down because you are so secretive? No, can you torture me with someone else? You want me to do this and that all day long because of my good temper. Why don't you look for Merlin?"

Asseth raised his arm slightly, dropped the wand into the palm of his hand, and pointed at Herbo, "I haven't settled Sif's debt with you yet. Are you sure you want me to find Merlin?"

Haierbo turned off the engine and changed his words: "Tell me what you want to do with me first."

"Cooperate and I'll give you what you want."

Aces took out a contract and handed it to Halpo. Halpo took it and narrowed his eyes when he saw the signatures and seals on the lower right side of the parchment.

"Why should I trust you?"

He scanned the various provisions of the contract and said dissatisfiedly, "And you have too many demands on me. I don't like restrictions."

"how about this?"

Artes patiently eliminated any regulations that might bind Helbo other than Snape.

"Still saying that, why?"

Aces was silent for a while, pretending to take away the contract, "I can't give you an accurate answer. If you really don't want to..."

"Who says you don't want to?"

Haierbo took out the pen and signed his name with a "what if" luck.

With the final touch, the golden thread was connected to their wrists, representing the establishment of the oath.

"Tell me, what to do?"

Asseth put away the contract and said, "Your job is to fan the flames and fan Voldemort's fire."

Haierbo glanced at Asseth strangely, but didn't ask anything. He nodded to indicate that he understood, and disappeared in a flash.

……

Time passed with Haierbo's efforts, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.

The snowy Hogwarts is once again decorated with Christmas decorations. The little wizards coming and going are discussing the upcoming holidays enthusiastically, and the campus is in harmony.

However, the principal's office and the outside world are not so harmonious.

The war started by Haierbo spread silently.

Voldemort began to search for the people and things he needed. From Muggles to wizards, no one could escape his grasp, and the Death Eaters' actions became more and more frequent.

Knowing that Dumbledore would stop him, Voldemort did not make a big fuss. Most of the time, he chose remote places to arrest Muggles and wizards, and the number would not exceed five. Therefore, the Death Eaters' operations went very smoothly, and a steady stream of people were brought there. Unknown manor.

It wasn't until Scrimgeour, the current Minister of Magic, received a contact from the Muggle Prime Minister and received the visiting Headmaster of St. Mungo's that he realized something was wrong and hurriedly went to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore.

"Mr. Scrimgeour? Is there something wrong with the Ministry of Magic?"

Dumbledore looked up and saw Scrimgeour walking in a hurry. He stopped what he was doing and walked over. Grindelwald wanted to follow, but he raised his hand to stop him.

"You're needed here, Gail."

Grindelwald reluctantly stayed.

Principal room.

Dumbledore poured black tea for Scrimgeour, who looked particularly haggard. "What did Voldemort do again? The Ministry of Magic was attacked?"

"It's worse than this." Scrimgeour wiped the sweat from his forehead and took several sips of tea. "The Death Eaters caused chaos in the Muggle streets, killing and injuring dozens of people. The Muggle Prime Minister contacted me...and Cavan. The head of the Dish family."

Dumbledore blinked and reassured Scrimgeour, who was in too much mood swings, "I believe Mr. Cavendish will handle these troubles."

"Yes, I don't doubt it. Even the matter has been dealt with. He has reached an agreement with the Muggle Prime Minister and the Queen to arrange for people to protect their safety at all times. Of course, the same is true for the Ministry of Magic. The Muggle Prime Minister made excuses for the dead and injured people. Fooled it over, but——"

Scrimgeour's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"The transferred Auror was previously responsible for the security of St. Mungo's. Not long after he was transferred, St. Mungo's was attacked. The Longbottoms and several others were secretly taken away by Death Eaters and disappeared without a trace.

St. Mungo's still has so many patients. Once the patient's disappearance during treatment is exposed, St. Mungo's status in the hearts of wizards will be affected. The dean is worried about causing panic, so everyone with knowledge of the matter has issued a hush order. , come to me yourself, that’s why..."

"Boom-"

Dumbledore suddenly leaned over to support the table, and a mountain-like weight pressed down on Scrimgeour, forcing his breath to get stuck in his nose. He could only look at the old man opposite with a pair of frightened eyes.

"Deng, Principal Dumbledore?"

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just a little surprised. Forgive me, as you get older, you are always more likely to be surprised." Dumbledore sat back down and joked, his solemn expression turning back to easy-going.

Scrimgeour echoed a few words, and then tentatively asked Dumbledore what his plans were.

Dumbledore did not intend to interfere in the affairs of the Ministry of Magic, and did not tell Scrimgeour. He only said that he would look for information about the missing people.

Scrimgeour was already very satisfied with this result. After thanking him, he hurriedly left the principal's office - he still had to deploy the work of the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore looked at Scrimgeour walking away and said to himself, "Scrimgeour is a responsible minister. It's a pity that he didn't take office earlier, otherwise..."

The portraits were silent.

The time soon came to Christmas Day.

The absence of Dumbledore these days and the professors patrolling the campus all the time finally gave students a hint of something unusual.

Upon seeing this, McGonagall asked Dumbledore for his opinion, held a meeting in the auditorium, publicly restricted students from staying outside the castle, and temporarily banned weekend outings.

With the apparent restrictions, the relaxed atmosphere on campus gradually deteriorated. Students no longer chatted happily or stayed in the corridors. More often, they stayed in the lounge with classmates from their own colleges. Together.

Even so, the lounge was full of speculations. The number of people wandering around at night increased instead of decreasing, and the most curious people among them were the Weasley twins.