HP: Embrace the Darkness

Under the temptation of Nimbus 2000, the Slytherin Quidditch team prepared smoothly, and all the Nimbus 2000 prepared by Artes were given away.

The greatly increased strength and updated equipment have made all the team members full of confidence. They look forward to the start of the game every day and can't wait to show off their skills right away.

But what comes even earlier than the Quidditch match is Hogwarts' Halloween party.

This year's Halloween party was particularly lively because of the admission of the savior.

Under the dark and thundering ceiling, the suspended pumpkin head swayed from side to side, and the candlelight inside was also flickering.

"Aces, have you heard?"

Aces swallowed the last bite of the cake and turned to look at the mysterious Draco.

"Should I hear anything?"

"That Potter and the red-haired Weasley went to the death anniversary party. Hahahaha. They actually went to the death anniversary party."

Draco's arrogant laughter attracted the little snakes around him, and they pricked up their ears quietly.

"I remember I told you..."

"I know! I didn't contact them, I just heard about them."

Draco dissatisfiedly refuted Aces's doubts about him.

"you do not believe me!"

"It's not that I don't believe you, I just don't think you need to pay attention to them. How is your spell learning compared to them?"

Here it comes again. Ever since he accepted the role of his older brother, Asseth, he has been forced to learn magic spells.

Draco curled his lips unhappily, mumbling something he didn't know what to say.

"...Nasty Asseth."

Asses could only hear this sentence. It was obvious that the group had deliberately raised the voice.

"I remember it seemed like the rocket crossbow was about to come out."

"I think I learned it!"

Draco's eyes lit up instantly. He didn't care about getting angry with Asseth and looked at him expectantly.

"I've learned so well, will you give me a rocket crossbow?"

"Well...it depends."

Aces smiled and looked at Draco's eyes that had lost their light.

Draco glared at him, then stabbed hard at the steak on the plate.

While cutting the steak, he looked at Asseth, as if what he was cutting was not the steak, but Asseth.

This vengeful young master.

Artes laughed, shook his head slightly, and glanced at Harry on the Gryffindor table inadvertently, stopping when he noticed the empty seat next to Harry.

This position seems to be the little witch walking with the savior?

Artes glanced quickly at the Gryffindor table.

nobody?

Just when Asseth was confused, the door of the auditorium was knocked open, and Quirrell, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, stumbled in.

"Troll, there's a troll in the basement, I think you should know."

After saying this in panic, he fell to the ground.

The auditorium was quiet for a moment, and then the little wizards screamed, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Aces stared closely at Quirrell who fell to the ground, and began to be more vigilant. He knew that this should be a game against the savior.

His eyes subconsciously looked at the black figure, only to find that the black figure dodged and left the auditorium through the small door.

professor?

Aces narrowed his eyes, remembering that the potion master was wearing the alchemy robe he had given him, and he looked away again.

"Quiet."

Dumbledore, the white-bearded man, cast an amplifying spell on himself.

"Please don't panic."

"Now, the prefects are returning to the common room with their classmates."

"Now, immediately, immediately."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, the young wizards became quiet and walked towards their prefects.

At this time, Artes suddenly saw that Harry and Ron did not follow the Gryffindor team, but quietly slipped out from the side.

Damn.

Aces pulled the pendant off his neck with his backhand and stuffed it into Draco's hand.

"The necklace can resist magic spells. Follow Elise and don't run around."

After saying that, he gave Elise a look, then left the team and ran towards Harry and the others.

"Aces? Where are you going?"

Draco also wanted to follow, but was stopped by Elise who was already prepared.

"Master Draco, sir, please stop running around."

Draco looked at Elise, weighed her strength, and finally felt that he couldn't compete with the girl, so he could only stay reluctantly.

In the deserted corridor, Asseth lit the wand on himself, and the Disillusionment Spell covered his whole body.

He followed Harry and Ron quietly, watching them run towards the bathroom.

Girls' restroom?

Are they here because of the little witch?

A huge shadow appeared at the corner. Artes frowned, put away his distracting thoughts, raised the wand in his hand and pointed forward, ready to save people at any time.

The shadow master appears, and it is exactly what Quirrell said, it is a troll.

The appearance of the giant monster made Ass's thoughts wander.

Why would Quirrell take such a risk? Is it necessary?

Or is it that Voldemort is too weak to kill even a young wizard.

A guess suddenly emerged in his mind, and the scene of Estella's death appeared in his memory, completing the missing piece of the puzzle.

Turns out this is the answer.

Ah, it seems...

Before Asseth could finish his emotion, he saw Harry and the two of them rushing towards the girls' bathroom with the troll.

His body was faster than his brain, and he rushed forward in one stride.

In the girls' bathroom, Hermione's screams and Harry's shouts were mixed together. Under the attack of their voices, the troll swung the wooden stick angrily.

The wooden stick was carrying the wind, and it hit Hermione's face sharply, causing her face to hurt. She looked at the wooden stick getting closer and closer to her in horror.

Merlin, who will save her...

Asseth saw this thrilling scene as soon as he arrived at the door. Before he had time to think, he threw the instant iron armor spell out, just in time to block the troll's wooden club.

The attack was blocked, which angered the troll. He turned back angrily and looked at Asseth.

Artes took a step forward and stood in front of Harry and Ron, pointing his wand directly at the troll.

"Hey girl, close your eyes."

Hermione was still in a daze of the aftermath of the disaster. She looked at Arthas absentmindedly and subconsciously did what he said.

Seeing her eyes closed, Asseth first placed an iron armor spell on her body to avoid accidental injury.

The troll was angry that Asses ignored his actions, and ran over the next second brandishing a wooden stick.

Aces was calm and calm, with the wand pointing at his feet, and a small transformation spell tripped him up.

"You really have no brains. No wonder the professor always curses people with trolls."

Seeing that Artes was still in the mood to tease the troll, Harry and Ron behind him almost went crazy with anxiety.

The giant monster got up on its hands and knees. I don't know if it understood what Ases said. The whole monster looked like it was about to go crazy.

Aces raised his eyebrows and became serious.

But he didn't want to reveal too much, so he just used a simple spell.

He skillfully combined the four kinds of magic spells: leg-locking spell, binding spell, floating spell, and fluorescent spell.

The troll, whose eyes were flashed, his feet were chained, his hands were tied behind his back, and his brain was being beaten crazily with a wooden stick, stared at Asseth with eyes that were crying.

As if to remember Asseth, the murderer of monsters.