HP: Embrace the Darkness

Ogg was immersed in his own thoughts. When he heard someone calling him, he felt displeased and turned around with his thick eyebrows furrowed.

Seeing that the person coming was Asseth, his eyebrows as thick as caterpillars instantly spread out.

"It's Asseth. You've grown so big. I still remember that when your mother brought you to visit me, you were only a little tall and small. You were sitting quietly on the sofa reading a book. You looked very well-behaved."

Ogg stretched out his hand and gestured at his thigh. He looked thin, but his voice was comparable to that of the big Bradley, and he suppressed the voices of other people talking when he spoke.

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and the scrutinizing eyes drifted over without leaving any trace.

Asseth maintained a polite smile, accepting everyone's scrutiny calmly, neither agreeing nor refuting.

Ogg continued:

"Speaking of which, I also met your mother when she was that old. You two, mother and son, are almost the same child. You are both so talented in alchemy, but your mother is not interested in alchemy."

"There are not many people who are talented and can devote themselves to studying alchemy. They always have the idea of ​​​​gaining galleons and ruining the reputation of our alchemy industry."

As he spoke, he sighed softly, showing a bit of loneliness. Bradley couldn't stand someone sighing around him, so he slapped him on the back.

"Why are you sighing? Ass is extremely talented and will take over your position sooner or later. You can be considered a successor, but what about me? I haven't found a candidate to take over my position until now."

As the old man spoke, he looked at Asseth with some purpose, and all the abacus beads fell on Asses' head.

Asseth looked at the two of them with eyes, nose, and heart, and said nothing.

Ogg also slapped the back of Bradley's hand and said, "People don't speak secretly. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Don't everyone agree to be the first to see you in the future? Why rush?"

"Didn't I happen to be in the UK?" Bradley brought a glass of champagne and drank it in two sips. "The UK is a mess, and you want to take people away to ensure safety. I don't believe you didn't come with this idea. "

After being told what he was thinking, Ogg looked at Asseth in embarrassment, his eyes filled with expectation.

He really wanted to kidnap Asseth away.

Britain is so dangerous. If something happens, he has to find a suitable successor. He has been looking for him for so long. How could he not know how many people there are who have both alchemy and management talents?

Nowadays, there is only one person I can look for, Asses. Nothing can happen to this only Miaomiao.

Asseth took the wine from the envoy at the right time and took a sip, as if he didn't see the expectant looks in Ogg and Bradley's eyes. His smile was always gentle and polite, neither humble nor overbearing.

"I can guarantee that we are safe."

Bradley was disappointed and wanted to make some excuses. The president of the International Federation of Wizards came over, walked toward Asseth with a clear purpose, and opened his hands enthusiastically.

"Oh, Asseth, why are you hiding here? The sweethearts are waiting for you, don't you see?"

"Bruce, they are not waiting for me, they are waiting for you. Look, they looked over as soon as you arrived."

Aces moved his stick to his left hand, raised his right hand slightly, and gave Bruce a virtual hug.

The moment he hugged her, he felt eyes from all directions falling on his hand, and they glanced at it roughly. There were men and women.

This guy really doesn't refuse anyone who comes.

Aces had no choice but to distance himself from Bruce.

Bruce's full name is Bruce Fast, a wizard from the United States.

This man had a good face since he was a child, and he received all kinds of preferential treatment along the way. He also took advantage of his face and had deep or shallow friendships with many famous witches and wizards.

After going back and forth, he actually gained a group of loyal supporters, and at the age of over 50, he became the president of the International Federation of Wizards.

In his words, this is his personality charm, which makes it reasonable to put him in the campaign.

But these have nothing to do with Aces.

Seemingly realizing that he did not covet Bruce, those eyes retracted and focused on Bruce.

Bruce himself was used to being watched and didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He said hello to Ogg and Bradley, and the four of them chatted.

Ases was the youngest among the four. He listened most of the time. Occasionally, he would say a few words but always got to the most important point, which made the three of them marvel.

So Ogg became even more anxious.

But with Bruce here, he and Bradley couldn't show off their little thoughts, and could only watch Asseth turn and leave.

The two looked at each other, both helpless.

Okay, now no one needs to talk about anyone.

Asses was wandering around the banquet hall. When everyone saw that he was alone, they brought drinks and came over to chat.

Artes did not refuse normal communication. Only combinations with obvious other intentions would be politely rejected by him. The sensible person would send the female companion away and talk again. The ignorant Artess did not bother to warn him a second time, and just gave a few perfunctory excuses. Leave if you have something to do.

After several times, everyone at the banquet also knew that Asseth had no intention of getting married. In the second half, no one brought up such topics again, and the atmosphere was quite light.

As night falls, the banquet hall lights up with crystal lanterns, and the pale yellow light shines on the magnificent wall decorations. The waiters coming and going are like brushes, outlining a corner of luxury.

The mellow aroma of wine and the interlaced wine glasses were the final touches to this banquet.

The noise dissipated, the lights dimmed, and the people who had been chatting happily just now walked outside and said goodbye with a smile.

Aces' steps were slightly frivolous, but his face didn't show it. He was still patient and gentle. He nodded goodbye to everyone who passed by him, then quietly broke away from the crowd and walked to a deserted corner alone.

This is a small circular balcony with a gray Christmas tree covering the outside. Passers-by cannot see what is going on inside the balcony.

Out of everyone's sight, the smile on Ass's face slowly disappeared. He rubbed his stiff face, expressionlessly loosened his collar, and leaned against the railing to sober up in the evening breeze.

The wine at the banquet was generally not high in alcohol content, so he couldn't bear it and drank one glass after another. He also changed several types of wine and mixed them together, and he became drunk without realizing it.

With the strong smell of alcohol surrounding him, Asseth blew the wind for a long time, but it was of no use except remembering that the moon was particularly round today.

"……never mind."

He sighed, buttoned it up again, snapped his fingers lazily, and disappeared instantly.

Whether it was the night that was too intoxicating or the wine that was too intoxicating, Artes snapped his fingers and sent him directly to Spider End Alley, exactly where he was today, except that there was no Potions Master.

Aces: "..."

Is this considered telling the truth while drunk?

His magic was actually more honest than him.

Do you want to seek power and seize your body?

Aces was still drunk.

Normally, he would have noticed immediately that he had been thinking about today's events from beginning to end, and he would naturally have thought of Spider End Alley when he was apparating.

Coming to Spider End Alley has nothing to do with magic, only his heart.

The drunkard thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

At this time, a little light fell from the top of the head, becoming the only source of light in the dark night. Asai instinctively raised his head and fixed his gaze on the window that emitted the faint light.