HP: Embrace the Darkness

During this period, Cavendish and Mill made frequent moves in the United Kingdom, Germany, and other European countries, and they were likely to take this opportunity to expand the scope of their influence.

As a result, Ases became even busier as the co-head of the two companies in the UK.

There were twenty-four hours in a day, and he wished he could break it into forty-eight hours.

Even if it is like this, it is not enough.

He had no choice but to write a letter telling Snape that he had no time to meet him recently.

Snape was worried about how to explain that there was another person in the family. When he saw the letter from Artes, he was immediately relieved. He threw away the quill and conceived a day and night explanation plan of "how to explain that there was an outsider in the family."

However, he still felt guilty. After a few seconds, he picked up the quill, took out the paper again, and wrote a very long and sincere letter in reply to Artes.

The wording is definitely the most tactful and gentle among so many letters.

And such a letter.

He wrote five letters in total.

Prepare to send one every day.

-

At Cavendish Manor, Joel delivered today's letter to Asseth on time.

Aces had just finished the morning's socializing. He was dressed in a formal suit and leaned back on his chair with his eyes closed to relax. When he heard the sound, he lazily opened his eyes and rubbed his swollen temples.

"Grandpa Joel, didn't you ask Nina to deliver the letter? If you take away her job, she will cry."

Joel froze.

He just saw it when he was passing by, thinking that he was looking for Asseth, so he took it over without remembering that this was Nina's mission.

Asseth laughed softly and gloated: "Nina's tears come whenever she wants. I can't help or comfort her."

With that said, he took the letter and accurately pulled out Snape's letter.

The weight in my hand was much heavier than usual. I twirled it with my fingertips and guessed from the feel that there were at least three pieces of paper inside.

But in the past it was always the same.

Aces raised his eyebrows, became interested, slowly opened the letter, took out the letter inside, and spread it out on the table.

No more, no less, exactly three.

Moreover, every piece of writing is filled to the brim, and when you glance over it, you can't find any gaps.

Is Sifu afraid that he doesn't know there's something wrong inside?

Asseth held his chin up and smiled helplessly, then picked up the letter and read it carefully.

The Potions Master's rigorous style can be seen in the letter.

It was a three-page letter. The first two pages contained implicit but concerned responses, and only the last page contained something else - asking when he would be free and where he wanted to meet.

Um? He actually devoted a page to making innuendoes, fearing that he might suddenly attack?

Artes was suddenly curious about what Snape would look like if he appeared in front of him now.

Is it a surprise? Or frightened?

Joel was keenly aware of Artes' imminent move, raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed twice.

Asseth's heart that yearned for "freedom" was instantly broken. He put down the letter resignedly and started today's work - dealing with Voldemort's belated counterattack.

Voldemort's counterattack was simple and crude.

Since yesterday, Death Eaters have been continuously sent to attack the Department of Magical Guards and hinder the mission of the Department of Magical Guards. This morning, werewolves also attacked the Moissan Manor.

It can be said that the series of actions arranged by Voldemort were nothing but killing and killing. They had no gold content at all and did not really affect their plans.

Aces read the report over and over again, but he still didn't understand why he needed to handle an attack of this magnitude. He would have an important reception soon!

"Grandpa Joel, tell me, have you been feeling unwell lately, so..." Asseth asked tactfully, but his eyes clearly read "I suspect you are lazy."

Joel denied without changing his expression, "No, Master, if you don't believe it, I can provide all of my work records."

Upon hearing the work record, Ass's face twisted for a moment, then seamlessly transformed into a gentle smile.

"No need, Grandpa Joel, of course I believe you. I...well, I just think there is still not enough manpower. Too many people have been transferred out recently. Maybe we should find someone to help."

Joel nodded in agreement.

During this period of time, his old bones were so busy that they almost fell apart. He also experienced firsthand what it means to go to bed later than a dog and wake up earlier than a chicken.

If this continued, he doubted whether he could live to be a hundred years old.

“The question is who can we turn to to help?”

Joel asked sharply.

Hearing this, Asseth thought about suitable candidates in his mind.

He doesn’t know which country his father is in yet, and he may not be able to call him back if he finds him.

This can be ruled out.

His maternal grandparents and paternal grandparents are all stationed in Germany, and they are probably too busy.

That only leaves...

"How about I capture Gellert to work?" Artes looked at Joel sincerely.

Joel: "...?"

Wait, did he hear that right?

Bring Grindelwald to work.

Is there something wrong with his ears, or is his young master crazy?

Is Grindelwald a part-time worker?

"Since I have no objection, then I..." Asseth checked his recent schedule and reluctantly squeezed out half an hour, "I'll go find him now."

Now! ?

I'm afraid it's not a date!

Joel reacted quickly and raised his hand to stop Asseth.

Aces was determined to run away, turned around nimbly to avoid his hand, and ran away with the letter on the table at lightning speed.

"Grandpa Joel, wait for my good news."

"boom--"

The door closed, leaving only Joel.

Joel retracted his outstretched hand, closed his eyes, and whispered silently: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, this is not Susanna, you can't be angry, and you can't hit her."

In the corridor, Artes turned back with lingering fear to make sure that Joel had not chased him out. He breathed a sigh of relief and counted the time as he walked out.

Five minutes to deal with Grindelwald, the remaining 25 minutes to tease Sif, and then go straight to the appointment.

The time is just right.

Aces quickened his pace and was bound to finish off Grindelwald within five minutes.

Recently, Grindelwald and Dumbledore became obsessed with flower viewing and fishing.

Aces searched around the small villa and finally found the two of them in the small garden.

Grindelwald saw Artes first, "Al, look who this is?"

Dumbledore looked over cooperatively, but before he could speak, Grindelwald picked the flowers that were blooming just right, put them into his hands, and raised his eyebrows provocatively at Artes.

"Al, you see, this is a real busy man."

Dumbledore couldn't avoid it, so he could only say hello awkwardly with the flowers Grindelwald forced on him.

"Mr. Cavendish."

Arthur's eyes stayed on Dumbledore's hand for two seconds, and he recognized the type of flower and was happy.

This flower has a price but no market. Gellert really sold himself.

Grindelwald didn't know what he was about to face, but he just thought that this flower looked very suitable for Dumbledore's light yellow clothes today, so he couldn't help but pick the second and third flowers...