HP: Embrace the Darkness

On the memory ball, the detection spell that Artes secretly placed when he received it just now silently acted on Neville.

Traces of "forgotten everything".

So bad memory is a sequelae?

Aces narrowed his eyes and looked at Neville carefully.

This one also doesn’t look like a savior.

Neville got the memory ball, which instantly turned red.

He widened his eyes in confusion and looked around.

"What did I forget again?"

Seeing his confused look, Asseth reminded him kindly.

"Where's your school uniform?"

School uniform robe?

Neville lowered his head in confusion, only to realize that his school uniform robe had disappeared at some point.

"I remember there was a folded school uniform robe on the lawn. That should be yours, right?"

Aces continued to remind.

The memory ball that was originally glowing red slowly dimmed.

"Yes, that's my school uniform."

Neville then remembered that before taking flying lessons, in order to avoid getting his school uniform robe dirty, he took it off and put it on the lawn.

"Thank you, um..."

"My name is Arthur Cavendish."

"Thank you, Mr. Cavendish."

Neville looked at Artes gratefully, and his innocent eyes made Artes uncomfortable for a while.

"You're welcome, we are all classmates."

After achieving his goal, Asseth did not stay long and quickly left the school infirmary with Elise.

In the Slytherin common room, on the dark green sofa, Elise reported to Artes the news she had gathered last night and today.

"That's about it."

After Elise finished her report, she looked at Asseth curiously and couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, are you trying to deal with the rumors that you are not on good terms with Dean Snape?"

In her impression, Asseth respected their dean very much, so it was not surprising to have this idea.

"No no no."

Asseth raised a finger mysteriously, shook it in front of Elise, and then hooked his finger at her.

"You do as I say..."

He lowered his voice and spoke in Elise's ear.

Elise's eyes went from shocked to confused to determined.

"Don't worry, sir, I'll remember it."

"Well, just pay attention to it yourself, you don't need to ask me."

The next day, Asseth finally understood the reason for his bad premonition.

The youngest Seeker, Harry Potter, was being discussed passionately by the little wizards around him. Asses had no fluctuation in his heart. He just wanted to raise his wand and knock the savior unconscious.

Isn't this an opportunity for the weird Quirrell Voldemort to plot against him?

No one would miss such a good opportunity, and I don’t know what the savior thinks.

Are you unaware that you are in danger or are you reckless and think you can solve everything on your own?

Artes poked at the steak on the plate depressedly, his eyes vaguely swept past Harry at the long table opposite, and came to the teacher's table.

His eyes were searching aimlessly, and he suddenly stopped when he noticed Snape's expression.

Another bad feeling.

Artes recalled with horror the rivalry between Snape and Gryffindor.

It shouldn't be what he thought, right?

It turns out that's what he thought.

"No need to discuss it? Professor."

Aces tried to struggle

"No."

Snape coldly rejected his struggle. Seeing that Artes didn't speak, he paused and gave Artes two choices.

"Either you join on your own initiative, or I force you to join. You choose one."

Does it make a difference?

Doesn't it all end with him joining the Quidditch team?

Artes hesitated to speak and looked at Snape.

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, and his dark and deep eyes fell on Artes.

"It seems you have made your choice?"

"You've chosen, I'll join myself."

What can Asses do? Since he can't refuse, let him enter the team decently.

"very good."

Snape casually pulled a piece of paper from the table.

"Go find Fred yourself."

"Professor, can I ask the team to make some changes?"

Aces took the paper and asked carefully.

He really couldn't see the style of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

In the past, it was possible to keep out of sight, but now it doesn't work, so you can only change it.

Snape's movements paused.

"It's up to you, but you can't lose."

"Of course, I won't lose."

Aces never doubted this.

Armed with the note from Snape, Artes found Frett in the common room.

Frater was sitting on the sofa, and his eyes lit up when he saw him coming over, obviously waiting for him.

"The Headmaster asked me to join the Quidditch team."

Aces handed over the note in his hand, which was the approval to join the team.

Frater took the note and spoke directly to Asseth without even reading it.

"The dean has said, do you have any position you want to take?"

"Seeker."

Aces did not hesitate. He wanted to pay attention to the savior's movements. This was the most convenient position.

"Seeker?"

Fred retracted his bared teeth. Thinking of Asseth's excellent flying skills before, he still agreed.

"can."

"I have a question. Our team's style needs to be improved."

"Rectification?"

Frater didn't understand what Asseth meant, or he did, but he couldn't believe that Asses meant it.

"Yes, rectification, don't you think it's honorable to win the game with your methods?"

"What did you say? It was us who fought for the honor of Slytherin. As long as we win the championship, why should we care about the method!"

Frater was instantly angry, but he didn't go too far because he was worried about Mr. Aces's identity.

"I don't care what you did before, but now that I've joined, I won't let you continue to use this method."

"Shouldn't we win in an upright manner?"

"Don't you want to really defeat Gryffindor and crush them into the ground?"

"If you want, then give me the command and I'll let you hold our trophy high in front of Gryffindor."

Aces's words were like the whispers of a devil, surrounding Frater's ears.

Frett's face turned pale and red, as if he could see himself defeating Gryffindor and holding the trophy high in front of his eyes.

"it is good."

he heard himself say.

After Asses got the command, he began to carry out drastic reforms.

He first banned all bad habits and small moves, and then applied for a Quidditch pitch, starting the miserable training routine of the Quidditch team.

Continuous high-intensity training soon made the players very angry, but Aces and Frater did not dare to say anything.

Aces also knew their grievances.

So after training that day, he opened the alchemy ring and took out seven Nimbus 2000.

"The game will start in a week, and we will conduct the first test three days later. Those who meet the standards can get a Nimbus 2000."

"Note that it is obtained, that is to say, it will belong to you."

Aces' arrogance made all the players into an uproar, and they were all eager to look at the Nimbus 2000 in his hand.