HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces sighed, without any thought of moving his steps.

"So Professor, aren't you going to take care of the wound first?"

Snape glanced at his injured leg.

"I assume Mr. Asseth has no right to meddle in a professor's personal affairs?"

Asses was silent. Didn't he interfere too much?

Snape also realized this, he raised his head impatiently and sneered.

"If Mr. Asseth wasn't standing here like a troll, maybe I would have taken care of it?"

His final voice was raised, carrying the owner's annoyance.

Aces didn't understand why he was so grumpy today.

He pursed his lips and turned to the potion room to tinker with it. Then he brought the healing potion and placed it in front of Snape.

During this period, Snape had been watching his actions with suppressed anger.

"Professor, I put the medicine here. Remember to take it."

Snape snorted impatiently from his nose to show that he heard it.

Although Artes doubted whether he would do so, he could see that Snape was on the verge of exploding and could no longer be stimulated.

So he could only leave the cellar first and let Snape calm down alone.

After Asseth left, the cellar was silent. Snape sat on the sofa and looked at the potion on the table without knowing what to think.

After a long time, I took the potion and started applying it.

This troll incident made Artes angry all over Hogwarts. When he walked on the road, little wizards would whisper to him.

He didn't know how many times he declined the enthusiastic little witch, but Asseth felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

He waved, and Elise beside him took the love letter and gift from his hand.

"Sir, what should I do?"

"Put the love letter away. After checking that there are no other chocolates, give them to Xiaolong. If he doesn't want you, watch and deal with them."

Aces had begun to regret not leaving the scene immediately.

But he didn't know that this was just the beginning.

A few days later, the much-anticipated Quidditch match kicked off.

Aces put on his jersey and looked through the window to see the cheering atmosphere outside.

"Aces, don't be nervous, we will definitely win."

The person who spoke was a member of the Slytherin team. He saw that Artes had been looking out the window and thought he was nervous, so he came to comfort him.

"Yes, yes, we will definitely win."

There were echoes from other team members around.

Aces turned around and glanced at the confident team members, smiling slightly.

"Of course I believe we will win, but remember what I said, we can win without using the previous methods."

"Remember?"

"remember!"

The team members responded in unison.

After getting along with each other for the past two weeks, Asseth's status in their hearts has become higher and higher, and they have become more and more convinced when they look at Asses.

"Then let us fight for Slytherin."

"Fight for Slytherin!"

"Fight for Slytherin!"

The excited voices of several people even overwhelmed the sounds coming from outside.

Soon, the game officially started.

Aces and others rode on the Nimbus 2000 and flew out.

As soon as their figures appeared, the little snakes cheered.

The seven neat Nimbus 2000 made the opponents and the young wizards from other colleges sigh with emotion.

"Merlin, seven nimbus 2000!"

"Merlin's beard, Slytherin is really rich."

As soon as Ace came out, he flew high and looked down at the entire Quidditch pitch in mid-air.

His eyes moved around, and when he saw the potion master, he paused and nodded lightly.

Attention then shifted to Quirrell behind the Potions Master.

Quirrell had a strange expression and was looking around timidly.

Seeing this scene, Asseth knew that he might be busy again.

This was a game that surprised everyone.

Aces' encouragement and warning before the game were very successful. As soon as Slytherin came on the scene, he used an overwhelming frontal attack and got the first extra point.

The Gryffindor players were caught off guard, as they were accustomed to Slytherin's insidious style of play.

This was the first time they saw Slytherin using a head-on defeating style when playing Quidditch, so they didn't react for a while.

When Slytherin scored for the sixth time, Gryffindor finally reacted and adjusted his style of play, but now Slytherin is even more fearless than them.

They almost rushed towards the Quaffle.

Their equipment and skills have been greatly improved in a short period of time, overwhelming their opponents.

Harry saw this scene and looked around the Quidditch pitch nervously, trying to find the Golden Snitch to save their score.

He didn't notice the Golden Snitch, but his broom was out of control.

Harry was thrown left and right by the out-of-control broom. He held on to the broom tightly, and the broom was thrown with such force that his arm throbbed.

Aces noticed his situation and looked at Quirrell immediately.

Quirrell lowered his head, and the hat on his head obscured his face, making it difficult to see what he was doing, but Snape in front of him was staring at Harry and mumbling something.

The professor was reciting a counter-curse.

Aces reacted instantly and his eyes fell on Harry's out-of-control broom.

When he was hesitating whether to use magic or physical spells to interrupt Quirrell, he saw the familiar Gryffindor out of the corner of his eye.

Hermione walked furtively on the professor's bench, looking at Snape, holding her wand in her hand.

Anyone who is not a fool in this scene will know that she has misunderstood.

Aces didn't hesitate anymore and controlled the broom.

Just then the Golden Snitch appeared, and he directly used magic power to influence the direction of the Golden Snitch's flight.

In an instant, the golden snitch changed direction and flew to the teacher's desk at high speed.

Aces followed closely behind on his broom. They were very fast and arrived in front of the professor's chair almost instantly.

Snape was trying hard to recite a spell, trying to save the damn bad guy who was causing trouble for him.

But unexpectedly, the Golden Snitch and Aces flew straight towards him at extremely fast speeds.

For a moment, his pupils dilated, fear appeared in his eyes unconsciously, and he stopped chanting the curse in his mouth.

The high-speed dive made Ass's calm heart beat wildly, and the strong stimulation made him accelerate almost uncontrollably.

But he didn't speed up, because in his state of excitement and high concentration, he accurately captured the subtle fear in Snape's eyes.

"Close your eyes, Professor."

A weak voice suddenly appeared in Snape's mind. He raised his head in surprise and looked at Artes.

Aces nodded slightly, indicating that it was him.

"Close your eyes, Professor."

Aces sent a message again.

Close your eyes?

There are many thoughts in my mind, and my thoughts are confused.

In the end, Snape chose to believe him.

At the professor's desk, Snape gently closed his eyes.

Aces smiled slightly.

He didn't slow down; instead, he sped up.

The powerful magic carried the Snitch and himself, avoiding all the professors, and crashed straight into Quirrell.