HP: Embrace the Darkness

Quirrell was knocked away by the powerful impact of the Golden Snitch, and even his hat was almost thrown out.

At the last moment, Quirrell grabbed the hat with both hands to protect the back of his head, and then, without any support from his hands, he fell heavily to the ground.

This strange movement was caught by Asseth who flew over.

Compared with Chilo, who was tragically knocked away, Asseth is much more chic.

Amid the exclamations of all the little wizards, he held his broomstick, suddenly stopped and turned up into the sky to catch the escaping Golden Snitch.

In mid-air, Asseth held the Golden Snitch tightly.

Scanning the entire Quidditch pitch condescendingly, his eyes paused at Hermione.

After seeing her thoughtful expression, Asseth knew that she had found the wrong person.

Then Asseth looked at Quirrell on the ground.

"I'm sorry that this golden snitch ran too fast and I couldn't catch it in time. Are you okay, Professor Quirrell?"

Quirrell remained silent, did not raise his head, and hurriedly grabbed his hat and left the teacher's chair.

Gee, that's really rude.

At least he helped him catch the golden snitch that knocked him away.

Aces thought unhappily.

After a moment of silence on the Quidditch pitch, there was suddenly a roar of applause and cheers, and all the little wizards were cheering for Aces.

In everyone's eyes, the bright sunshine reflected the wanton young man. The young man was holding the golden snitch and looking down at the audience. Unexpectedly, he fell into the hearts of many people.

Aces' first Quidditch match ended in victory.

Everyone who watched this game enjoyed it thoroughly. From this moment on, Slytherin's reputation began to reverse.

In the Slytherin team lounge, Artes took off his uniform and heard the voices of the excited players.

They seemed to be arguing about something, but Asseth's attention was not on them at the moment.

The voices of the argument died down, and a team member was pushed out by them. He slowly came to the back of Asseth.

"Ah...Asais, do you think we should hold a celebration party to celebrate our championship?"

The team member carefully tested Aces.

Ass's thoughts were interrupted. He turned around and looked around, his eyes shining with anticipation.

Words of rejection lingered on his lips, and after finally remembering that the savior might play Quidditch every year, Artes relaxed.

"Of course, when will we hold it, or tonight, in the Slytherin common room?"

"Since there's going to be a Slytherin celebration, why don't we all come together."

Aces's approval encouraged the team members, and they began to discuss tonight's celebration happily.

Aces changed his clothes, said hello casually, and left the lounge.

Outside the lounge, Asseth was walking alone on the road when he unexpectedly saw three little lions arguing.

"It's not Professor Snape. When...when the Golden Snitch flew past, Professor Snape closed his eyes and was not chanting a spell. At that time, Harry still couldn't control the broom."

Hermione blushed and looked at Harry and Ron seriously.

Ron curled his lips, "Other than Old Bat, who else would target Harry? I think it was you who saw that Slytherin that made you speak to them."

"I told you, I didn't!"

The two were tit for tat, and a quarrel was about to break out. Harry looked left and right, not knowing how to break up the fight.

"Please call him Professor Snape."

Their confrontation was interrupted by a sudden sound from beside them. Aces stood in the corner, his sharp eyes scanning the three lion cubs.

"I'm sorry to hear your argument, you were just a little loud."

Arthur's gentle voice calmed Hermione's anger just now. She looked at Arthur, her nervous hands fell to her sides, and she pinched the feet of her robe helplessly.

Harry seemed to have seen the savior, looking at Artes with eyes full of help.

Artes raised his eyebrows slightly, "If you are talking about Mr. Potter's broom being out of control, it is indeed not Professor Snape."

"Tch, who knows if you guys are on the same team? Slytherin will do anything to win."

Ron's disdainful voice was particularly obvious in the quiet corridor.

"Ron!" Hermione screamed angrily.

"Miss Granger, it's okay, I'll tell you."

Aces stepped forward, interrupting Hermione's anger.

"Mr. Weasley, you can ask your brother if there is any chance of them winning in that situation."

"In such a situation where victory is inevitable, why do we need to influence a seeker?"

"Of course, if you think that in that situation, you can rely on Harry to turn the tide, then just pretend that I didn't say anything."

Arthur's words convinced Harry, who was pensive, but Ron still looked unconvinced.

"If you don't believe it, I don't want to say more."

"Savior?"

The words "savior" came out of Asseth's mouth meaningfully.

"Mr. Potter, I hope you understand the truth. You must look beyond the surface of things to see the essence."

"Okay, it's time for you to leave. Not far away is the Slytherin lounge. Remember to keep your voice down next time you say something like this."

After saying that, Asseth turned around gracefully and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Cavendish."

Hermione clenched her fists and mustered up the courage to call him back.

Aces turned slightly and waited for her next words.

"Thank you for saving me last time, and thank you for saving Harry this time."

Aces glanced at her in surprise.

What a smart witch. This is much more reliable than the savior and that Ron. Artes is a little relieved.

"You're welcome. Last time I saved you with a little effort. This time it's just a coincidence. I can't help where the golden snitch flies."

Aces smiled at Hermione, then turned and left.

Hermione looked at his leaving figure and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

"Huh, no matter how you look at it, he won't turn around and give you a hug."

Ron couldn't stand her look and taunted her.

Hermione looked back at him angrily.

"Can you use your brain? I'm just wondering if the professor targeting Harry is Professor Quirrell."

"Professor Quirrell? Why do you think it's Professor Quirrell?"

Harry ignored the angry Ron and hurriedly asked Hermione.

Hermione's face turned serious.

"Actually, I'm not sure, but at that time, after Professor Snape stopped teaching, Professor Quirrell was the only one who I couldn't see whether he was chanting a spell or not."

"Later, Professor Quirrell was hit by the Golden Snitch, and Harry's broom returned to normal, so I suspect that the professor who targeted Harry was Professor Quirrell."

Harry pursed his lips, remembering the wounds he saw in the bathroom that day.

"But that day, I saw Snape injured in the bathroom. It was on his leg, and his wound looked like it was bitten by the three-headed dog."

"Harry, you should call him Professor Snape."

Hermione corrected with a frown.