HP: Embrace the Darkness

Unlike the confused Asseth.

At this time, Draco was in the midst of a social turmoil in his life.

His outstretched hand trembled in mid-air, and he looked at Harry Potter in front of him in disbelief.

what are you saying? You reject me!

Damn!

Draco felt like his day was not going well at all!

He searched all over the train but couldn't find Artes, and now he had to be laughed at by this red-haired Weasley!

Then he looked at the savior in front of him who turned a blind eye to his outstretched hand.

Draco felt stupid.

He dropped his hands angrily and glared at Harry.

"You will regret this."

After saying that, he shook his head and left Harry's sight.

Draco didn't even look at Harry until Professor McGonagall led them out.

Coming to the auditorium, the brightly lit auditorium, the mysterious floating candles and the night sky-like roof caused the little wizards to scream.

Not knowledgeable.

Draco glanced at them disdainfully, but his eyes couldn't help but drift upward.

Soon, he realized that his actions were the same as those of the ignorant little wizards around him.

He looked at the long tables of each college with a dark face, trying to divert his attention.

When his eyes came to the Slytherin table, he happened to see Artes who didn't know what he was looking at.

Keenly aware of the gaze falling on him, Artes followed the gaze and saw the small platinum dumpling with shining eyes.

Oh, I can’t call you Xiaotuanzi anymore. I’ve grown up, and now I can only call me Tuanzi?

Aces looked at Draco, who was much taller than before.

Draco was very excited when he saw Aces looking over. If he hadn't been in the auditorium, he might have raised his hand to say hello.

Look, Asseth, I found you.

Draco winked at Arthas.

Facing Draco, who was begging for praise, Artes smiled gently, then looked at Professor McGonagall, telling him to pay attention.

Draco then looked at Professor McGonagall.

When the little wizards were all standing, Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.

"I need to announce some things to note for the new semester first..."

"Our Filch administrator reminds everyone that if you don't want to lose your precious life, don't enter the corridor on the right hand side of the third floor."

On the long Slytherin table, Artes tapped his fingers silently on the table, sneering inwardly.

A stupidly straightforward bait, so here's Dumbledore's... course for his savior.

Will the Savior really fall for the obvious?

Artes looked at Dumbledore and the confused Harry calmly.

Maybe?

Aces was not sure either. This savior didn't look very smart.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he sat down.

Professor McGonagall took over his words.

"Next, call the names and sort them into different schools."

"Hannah Abbott."

A little girl squeezes out of the little wizard.

The sorting hat fell on her head, and the results came out quickly.

"Hufflepuff!"

The little badgers cheered from Hufflepuff's long table.

The little witch put down her hat and walked towards the Hufflepuff table.

"Next, Hermione Granger."

Professor McGonagall continued reading.

Hermione was very nervous when her name was read, and kept mumbling it.

"Relax, relax, I can do that."

Her murmurings were heard by Ron below, who quietly whispered to Harry.

"She must be out of her mind."

Not wanting to contradict his new friend, Harry nodded in agreement.

The Sorting Hat also quickly gave the answer this time.

"Gryffindor!"

Suddenly, the auditorium was filled with applause and cheers from the lions.

Hermione stood up proudly and walked to the Gryffindor table.

"Next, Draco Malfoy."

Draco suppressed the nervousness in his heart and walked towards the stage, thinking about Slytherin silently in his mind.

Like a competition, the result was obtained before the sorting hat fell on his head.

"Slytherin!"

A reserved knocking sound came from the Slytherin table.

Draco raised his platinum head proudly and walked towards Aces.

"Susan Bones"

……

Aces briefly welcomed Draco's arrival, and then looked at the teachers' table.

He always felt something wasn't right.

At this glance, Artes found that Snape's expression was even stranger than before.

He was seen touching his chin, his eyes blank and lifeless, looking in the direction of the new little wizards.

This is a manifestation of Occlumency.

Aces also learned Occlumency, and learned it well. Naturally, he was no stranger to the performance of Occlumency.

But, what makes the professor need to use Occlumency to suppress emotions.

Asseth couldn't help but follow his gaze.

Savior?

This answer made Asseth narrow his eyes slightly.

Savior, Voldemort, spy, Horcrux.

So the professor is a spy for this silly savior?

Aces quickly connected all the clues in his mind and came up with the answer.

Because he didn't know what Voldemort's Horcrux was, in order to protect the savior and the wizarding world, Dumbledore asked the professor to lurk around Voldemort as a spy, find answers, and pass on information?

Arthur's eyes fell on Dumbledore imperceptibly.

But, does he really know about Horcruxes?

I remembered that the book "Advanced Black Magic Revealed" was not destroyed but was hidden in the restricted book area.

Artes doubted what he was thinking at the time. He did think that Dumbledore was hiding him there at first.

But he had overlooked a person before who also had the ability to destroy other books.

That was Voldemort at his peak.

There was no reason for Dumbledore to put such a book about Voldemort in the restricted area. He could have put it in the principal's office.

If this wise old man makes a mistake once, he will never make a mistake a second time. Asseth has no doubt about this.

It would make sense if it was Voldemort.

Aces withdrew his gaze and continued to watch the sorting ceremony.

"Ron Weasley"

Ron looked around nervously before sitting on the stool.

"Another Weasley, just like your brothers, Gryffindor!"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Harry Potter"

As soon as the name came out, Artes noticed that Dumbledore sat up straight and looked at the Sorting Hat nervously.

The little wizards in the audience were also talking about it.

"Oh, it's a little difficult."

"You have courage, kindness, and talent. You want to prove yourself. Which college should I assign you to?"

The Sorting Hat said tangledly.

After hearing the Sorting Hat's words, Harry whispered nervously.

"Not going to Slytherin, not going to Slytherin."

"Don't want to go to Slytherin? Really?? Slytherin can help you prove yourself very well."

Harry remained unmoved and continued to mutter silently.

"Well, if you insist."

"Gryffindor."

Harry Potter opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the Gryffindor table.

The lions at the Gryffindor table clapped excitedly.

Dumbledore above also clapped excitedly.

Then Dumbledore stood up and announced that the banquet had begun.