HP: Embrace the Darkness

Voldemort's mind was filled with the tragic death caused by Dumbledore's "unrecognized person". He was in a state of joy and couldn't help himself, and his steps were extremely brisk.

However, the moment he walked out of the manor, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back, the hairs stood on end, and warnings of danger were howling crazily in his brain, as if he was stepping on the edge of a cliff and would fall if he took another step.

In the rain, the wizard wrapped in black robes stopped and raised a pair of black eyes in confusion, searching for the source of the threat he felt.

It rained for a long time, and dark clouds piled up layer after layer across the sky, blocking out the sun. There was no sunlight during the day. What you could see was gloomy dark clouds and raging rainstorms, and there were very few pedestrians on the streets.

No matter how hard Voldemort searched, there was only a white curtain of rain in front of him.

Lightning split the dark clouds in the sky, and a ray of sunshine shone down along with the heavy rain, dispersing the haze and the invisible sense of crisis that was weighing on me.

"what happened?"

Voldemort twisted his wand between his fingers, his expression not very good. Those dangerous dandelions seemed to have caught the wind, all scattered, and no trace could be found again.

Voldemort usually had no suspicion of his own mistakes.

With his current brain, he couldn't doubt himself, so for this special situation where he could not find the source of danger, he suspected that he had just changed his body and that his body was rejecting him and deliberately misleading him.

Voldemort stood for a while, but there was still nothing unusual, and the sense of crisis no longer existed.

Perhaps because he felt that his actions were making too much fuss, he left with a dark face.

Shortly after Voldemort left, Artes came out of the shadows behind the trees.

Just now, he broke through the siege of the law enforcers and was about to go in when he saw Snape. He has been standing here to observe the situation.

As he expected, the accident did happen.

The person who came out was not his Sif.

The first time he saw Snape, his calm heartbeat already told him the answer.

So, this is Voldemort.

Correspondingly, Voldemort is Sif.

The culprit is undoubtedly the Haier wave that keeps moving into the distance.

"escape?"

Aces tugged at the corners of his lips and raised his eyes to look in the direction of Haierbo. His dark hair was stained by the rain and was scattered in front of his forehead. He pushed it back casually, revealing his peach blossom eyes that were no longer soft and glowing with cold light. .

"Can you escape?"

The hostility is dispersed according to the master's mood.

The string of law enforcers behind the tree next door sensed the murderous intent, carefully peeked at Ass's expression, and then silently shrank their bodies inside.

The three of them huddled together, completely hiding themselves in the shade of the trees, feeling similar regrets in their hearts.

If I had known, they wouldn't have stopped Asseth.

Not only was he beaten once, but now it seemed that he might have to be beaten a second or third time.

The three of them were saddened, collapsed and regretful.

Sometimes when he is extremely angry, his brain is extremely calm and rational. Asses is in this state now.

He took a deep look at the direction Voldemort left, raised his hand, called out the Patronus, and then shrank the Patronus to an inconspicuous size.

"Go to Principal Dumbledore and tell him that Silver is not Silver inside, but Voldemort."

The white tiger patron saint rubbed the hem of Ases' trousers and disappeared into the rain.

The patron saint is very convenient for sending messages, but it is not so convenient for attacking and protecting.

Aces pondered for a few seconds, raised his left hand, and concentrated his magic power. Soon, a miniature version of the Iron Armor Spell came to life in the palm of his hand. He raised his right hand again, and silvery white light emerged. A miniature white tiger stretched out its head curiously from the white light. .

The two hands came together, and when they separated again, there was only a small white tiger as big as a palm left in the hand.

"Your mission is to take care of Sev's body. If Voldemort wants to do something to the body, you can forcefully trap him and restrict his behavior. If Voldemort is attacked, you must also protect Sev's body."

The little white tiger understood it, nodded his head repeatedly, and flew out with a "oooh" sound.

It was moving very fast, and a white line was drawn out of the white rain curtain.

Below the white line, there are no raindrops.

Aces watched it leave and summoned the third patron saint, "Go back to Cavendish Manor and tell your cousin that the situation here has changed. I will go back later, and my mother. Tell her that I am safe and I will be back on time." Have dinner with her.”

The third guardian white tiger also flew out.

After all the explanations were given, Artes raised his hand, and a black robe appeared out of thin air, covering his whole body. Finally, he put on a mask, and a new Death Eater appeared.

Through the narrow gap between flowers and trees, Snape saw Voldemort leaving, but did not see Artes appear. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be relieved or regretful that he could not see him.

With this accident of exchanging souls, I'm afraid they won't be able to see each other for a long time. I don't know how long this time limit is.

What's even scarier is that he misses him a little.

Snape pursed his lips, trying to turn the ring as a habit, but he could only touch the air in his hand. He was stunned for two seconds. He sighed softly, pulled up his loose robe, and turned around to leave.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The sudden sound made Snape stop and turn around in surprise.

When he saw Artes taking off his mask and looking at him with a gentle smile as before, he felt a burst of sourness in his heart.

"You... why are you here?"

Aces smiled and saluted, pretending to be profound, "Have you ever heard of Aladdin's magic lamp? I'm here to fulfill the wish of a kind person. Let me guess, your wish just now was to see Mr. Cavendish. ?”

The uneasiness after exchanging souls and the anxiety of not knowing what Voldemort was going to do were all washed away in a few ordinary sentences.

Snape's straight lips curled up into a half-smile, and his eyes returned to Artes's familiar, Potions Master-like sarcasm.

"Where's your shame? Mr. Cavendish."

Aces blinked, "It seems to have been borrowed by my lover, what? Is the second wish about my shame? I can get it back if necessary."

"You want to get back what you gave out?" Snape crossed his arms and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "It seems that the shame is still on you."

"You are a kind person, you have the final say." Asseth smiled and raised his head in surrender.

Only then was Snape contentedly closing his critical mouth and staring at Artes carefully.

Use your sight to carefully trace the outline of the peach blossom eyes.

For ten seconds, the only sound in his world was the sound of rain and the man who was always smiling.

Artes figured out some different meanings from the way Snape looked at him, and the coaxing smile he deliberately brought out became a little shallower. Facing Snape's incredible look, he calmly walked forward.

"Stop!" snapped Snape.

Aces' steps paused slightly, but when he fell, he became more determined, and no matter how Snape tried to stop him, he never paused again.

Snape had no choice but to retreat. As soon as he retreated, Artes followed.

The two of them retreated all the way to the corner where there was no retreat.