HP: Embrace the Darkness

Grindelwald sighed deeply.

"Don't think so much, just let nature take its course."

"And...don't be like me."

Grindelwald's eyes looked at Asseth's heart, seeming to remind him of something.

"Like you? What like you?"

Artes didn't understand Grindelwald's confusing speech.

Grindelwald carefully observed Asseth's expression and looked away for a long time.

"Nothing, not the best."

Asseth was full of questions as to why Grindelwald was so strange today.

He asked with a frown.

"What happened to you today?"

Grindelwald did not answer, but began to send Artes away.

"Go, go, I can't help you with anything. I can only tell you so much. Remember what I said today."

"Don't be like me."

"Go ahead, I will help you contain Albus."

Uncharacteristically, Grindelwald urged Arthas to leave.

Asses came with questions and returned with questions on his head, but gained nothing.

He was simply speechless.

Didn't he come here to find answers? Why are there more and more problems?

With confusion, Artes was pushed by Grindelwald and left the Nurmengard Tower.

Under the tower, Asses's back was looming.

On the high tower, Grindelwald looked at Asseth's back from the window, his eyes filled with unconcealed guilt.

Asses, no one knows the price of going against fate, just like no one knows that you will fall in love with someone who is destined to die.

This is what he didn't finish just now.

At first, he didn't feel anything when he pulled Asseth into this vortex. At that time, they were just strangers.

But as they got along and their relationship grew closer, he felt more and more guilty.

He seemed to see in this child the man who had been toyed with by fate.

And this kid shouldn't have to go through this.

Is it really right for him to do this?

Grindelwald just looked at Ass's back blankly, and did not leave until he disappeared.

Artes, who was returning home, didn't know that Grindelwald was rarely sentimental.

He was having a headache and looked at the platinum dumpling blocking him, not knowing what to do.

He looked around and didn't see Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, so how did this little dumpling appear here by himself.

Draco looked at Arthas who was looking around dissatisfied, thinking that he wanted to leave, so he grabbed the hem of Arthas' clothes with his hands.

"You promised me that you would come to me during the holidays and tell me stories about Hogwarts."

Aces plucked it from his mind for a while, and finally remembered what he had promised Draco at the banquet.

Merlin, these are polite words, how could he forget that this little dumpling doesn't understand this.

Aces rubbed Xiaotuanzi's head hard and messed up his neatly styled hair.

Draco was instantly furious.

"That's how my mother styled my hair!"

"Do you still want to hear a story?"

Aces held Draco easily.

Draco was comforted, and regardless of his messed up hair, he looked up at Artes expectantly.

"If you want to hear a story, you can tell me first why you are alone in Diagon Alley."

"I...I came with my mother."

"Where's Mrs. Malfoy?"

"at home."

Draco, who was originally full of energy, became intimidated. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Artes, but he did not forget to observe Artes's face.

Seeing Draco lowering his head and not forgetting to look at his expression quietly, Artes almost couldn't help laughing.

How could the Malfoy family raise a child so innocent and playful?

Asseth coughed, suppressed his smile, and said seriously.

"Mrs. Malfoy will be worried. I'll take you home first. As for the story..."

Assei paused and saw Draco's frustrated expression before continuing.

"As for the story, I'll make an appointment with Mr. Malfoy tomorrow."

Draco was very coaxable now, but Aces just reassured him, and Xiaotuanzi agreed obediently.

"Let's go."

Arthas turned and walked towards Malfoy Manor.

Behind him, Platinum dumpling followed him with short legs.

Standing at the gate of Malfoy Manor.

Aces lowered his head and asked Draco to inform their house elf.

"More than."

Draco called.

A ragged elf appeared in response.

"Dobby has met the little master. Whatever the little master calls Dobby, Dobby will definitely fulfill the little master's instructions.

The house elf who appeared spoke a series of words before Draco could speak.

Draco interrupted impatiently.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, open the door, I want to go home."

Xiaotuanzi said arrogantly to the elf.

Aces looked at Xiaotuanzi's arrogant look with interest.

Dobby opened the door and was beaten away by Draco.

Looking back, Draco saw the look on Ass's face and explained his behavior.

"They always talk to themselves and are very verbose."

"That's why I asked him to leave."

Asseth nodded, "Yes, you are right."

Draco didn't know why. He clearly agreed with what Ass said, but he just wanted to be angry after hearing it.

He had never been aggrieved, so he turned around angrily and ran over, ignoring Asseth.

Aces almost died of laughter today due to this stupid little platinum dumpling.

Merlin, how did the Malfoy family raise him? This was the second time Artes lamented today.

Maybe he lacks a younger brother at home? Hmm... my sister is fine too

Asseth touched his chin and thought about the possibility of asking his mother to give him a younger brother or younger sister.

Draco on the side found that Asses ignored him and ran back with an unhappy look on his face.

"Aces!"

Aces came back to his senses and looked at Draco.

"What's wrong? Draco."

"Do you want to come see my mother?"

Asseth held his forehead, this kid, he's already here, it's unreasonable not to say hello.

Draco also realized that he had said nonsense, curled his lips, and looked depressed, why was he always embarrassed in front of Artes.

"That's not what I meant, I meant could you..."

Before he finished speaking, Asseth suddenly looked aside and made a greeting.

"Good day, Mrs. Malfoy."

Hearing the content of Artes' words, Draco froze instantly. Merlin, he hasn't made a confession with Artes yet.

Draco turned around with a guilty conscience and greeted Narcissa.

"Good day, Mom."