HP: Embrace the Darkness

The atmosphere in the cellar quietly relaxed due to the efforts of the two owners, and ribbons of joy were floating everywhere.

Artes struck while the iron was hot and used the potion knowledge he had read all morning to find common topics in 365 degrees, trying to erase the bad impression of potions.

Snape carefully checked his annotations while responding to his words, and gradually gained a vague idea of ​​the details of Asseth's potion.

In fact, Aces' knowledge of potions is not bad, but he lacks more in-depth and detailed study, which makes him pale in comparison to some more advanced potions.

In response to this weak point, Snape made a detailed study plan.

"Study plan? Me!?"

Snape looked up from his full study plan in confusion and sneered, "Do you know anyone around me who needs this plan?"

Of course not. Who else but him could make the Potions Master be so attentive and tailor-made a study plan?

Aces accepted the reality with tears.

At this time, the suitcase that had been quiet was kicked open from the inside, and a platinum bird ran and jumped out, accompanied by continuous screams.

"Brother, brother, brother! He's coming up!"

Snape quickly grabbed the wand and pointed it at the suitcase. Draco seemed to have seen his savior and hid behind him without even revealing the corner of his clothes.

If it weren't for the sharp look in Asseth's eyes, he would have wanted to grab Snape's hand.

At this critical moment, the sense of oppression from the dean was transformed into a sense of security, which was more reassuring than any iron armor spell.

"Don't be nervous, he can't get out." Asseth walked over calmly and closed the suitcase.

Sure enough, as he said, nothing came out until the suitcase was locked.

"What is he?" Snape slowly lowered his wand and asked.

Aces walked back and pulled out Draco mercilessly, "His actual combat partner, Draco, I'm counting the time. It's less than ten minutes before you go in, so you should continue."

"Dean! Help!"

Draco struggled to break away from Arthur and hid behind Snape, like a frightened baby bird.

"He was, he was that person, and he said my father was a traitor and wanted to kill me."

Snape looked at Arthas abruptly.

The veins between Ace's brows were throbbing heavily. If he had known better, he would have sealed Draco's mouth first.

"explain."

"That person is not Voldemort, just a bit of memory and soul. At best, he is an imitation."

Snape became more vigilant. He still remembered that Artes had said that Voldemort had several Horcruxes in his hands.

A little memory plus a soul can be completely explained as a soul with stage memory, that is, a Horcrux.

Snape stepped closer to Artes, "You left his...?"

"Using waste, isn't it necessary to fool Voldemort? I can't fool Voldemort without the materials."

Aces explained, then added.

"But I have taken adequate precautions. He will never get out of this suitcase, or even have the idea of ​​getting out, otherwise the fire will burn him."

Looking at the suitcase without any abnormality, and listening to the confidence in Artes' words, Snape suddenly felt a strong sense of absurdity.

It turns out that Voldemort, who is so high above everyone and makes everyone breathless, will be imprisoned in a small place, unable to even free his thoughts, and has to be reduced to a sparring partner for the son of his former servant.

"The memory he has is quite comprehensive. I just want to let Draco gradually adapt to the feeling of facing him."

"Then can't you tell me in advance? Even if you can't tell me directly, can't you give me a little hint?" Draco roared sadly, his voice gradually becoming choked, "I thought I was really going to die."

Although Asseth felt sorry for the fear shown in Draco's pupils, he did not feel regretful, "Because only in this way will you remember how terrible death is and how precious life is."

Draco looked at the unrepentant Artes in disbelief, and his heart went cold.

"Draco, I have always felt that Lucius and the others protected you too much, and at the same time they did not consciously include you in the protective circle. I thought that since we are here no matter what, you will be fine, but this approach will not harm you. It’s poison.”

Aces gave Draco some time to react, and waited until he calmed down a bit before continuing to reason.

"Now Lucius and Narcissa can stand in front of Voldemort, I can completely protect you under my wings, and they can protect your innocence.

But we won't always be by your side. You will always be alone. When you encounter a crisis that threatens your life, what should you do?

So with or without us, you must be able to face all difficulties and dangers alone. To do this requires strong strength and psychological quality, and overcoming the fear of Voldemort is the first level. "

Draco couldn't listen to Arthur's reasoning.

Young people's emotions always take precedence over their reason.

He now only remembers that Artes did not show up when he was full of fear, and was indifferent when he asked for help. Only Snape extended a helping hand to him.

"Dean, I'm going back first."

Draco lowered his head, deliberately not looking at Arthur, and expressed his attitude by ignoring him.

Snape's way of thinking is more rational, and he can't understand Draco's behavior of complaining about people who really care about him, so he opened his mouth to scold him.

Aces shook his head quietly to stop him, silently mouthing "let him go".

"Yes." Snape reluctantly let him go.

Until he left the cellar, Draco didn't look back at Asseth, and walked into the cold wind.

"It seems your hard work has failed."

Aces pinched his eyebrows and said with a headache: "He is scared, let him calm down first."

"You actually expect a baby bird that is surrounded by bird nests all year round to be able to calm down on its own? He will only get into trouble and complain about why you treat him like this."

Snape guessed maliciously.

"There is nothing we can do about it. Voldemort has not been normal recently, and his interest in Draco has been unprecedentedly high, forcing Lucius to use various means to remind me and let me think of ways to train Draco."

"Including the letter inquiring about me, Draco was in it and didn't see it. Voldemort's attitude towards him was obviously that of treating his subordinates. His words were all orders. Of course, maybe this is Voldemort's personal characteristic - overconfidence. .”

Artes waved his hand, and a letter fell into Snape's hand. Snape read it quickly.

"you are right."

When it came to understanding Voldemort, Snape was second to none, and no one dared to say first. He could tell at a glance that that tone was the tone he used to treat them.

Voldemort regarded Draco as his own without any response from Draco.

The veins on Ace's forehead throbbed faster.