HP: Embrace the Darkness

This is a good question, and Asseth can't answer it right away.

Seeing this, Snape sneered coldly.

"If the professor is willing to go, just leave the rest to me."

Aces thought for a while and told Snape that he still had some confidence.

But Snape didn't want to be part of a celebration with so many stupid trolls.

"Hmph, you can attend the troll's party by yourself."

"Well, wish me a good time."

Artes teased himself playfully, then said goodbye to Snape and left the cellar.

Back in the Slytherin common room, Artes almost thought he was in the wrong room.

There were even more people than before, and with a quick glance, almost all the little snakes were present at the celebration.

Draco was the first to see Aces walking in. He stood up excitedly and waved to him.

"Aces, here!"

Draco's shout made the lounge quiet, and all eyes turned to Asseth.

Aces's expression remained unchanged, looking at Draco's shining eyes, he felt strangely familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Thoughts were going on in his mind, but his steps did not stop, and he walked straight towards Draco.

"Why are you so excited? Have you found the rocket crossbow?"

Aces stood still in front of Draco, nodded gently to all the little snakes, indicating that everyone should ignore him, and then started to tease Draco.

Suddenly, Draco's bright eyes dimmed, and he looked at Arthas unhappily with his lips curled up.

Aces couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice and ruffled his fluffy hair in a good mood.

"If you can master the Iron Armor Curse, then...the rocket crossbow is not impossible."

"Actually...the rocket crossbow is just like that, but the armor spell is relatively simple, so I think there is no problem."

Draco originally had no hope for the rocket crossbow, but now that he suddenly received Aces's assurance, he felt so happy that he almost flew into the air.

However, the reserved little peacock still remembered the aristocratic manners his father said and resisted the urge to fly.

But if his eyes hadn't turned into crescents, Asses might have believed him.

"Then I'm just waiting for Xiaolong's Iron Armor Curse?"

Aces looked at Draco's almost raised tail in amusement.

"Of course."

Draco raised his chin and looked at Asseth proudly.

It was a party now, and it was a Slytherin party, and it was hard for Artes to leave the others and only chat with Draco.

So he could only regretfully end the topic and talk to the little snake who came up to him.

I don’t know if it’s because there are many nobles in Slytherin, so the originally simple celebration was almost the same as a banquet.

The little snakes, who are still immature, follow the example of their parents and interact with their friends.

Almost everyone has their own small circle, and there are the most people around Asseth.

People they knew and people they didn't know all took turns approaching Asseth. It can be said that Asses was very comfortable with such scenes under the training of his parents.

Surrounded by everyone, he took care of everyone like a duck in water, and no one felt neglected.

Only Draco looked unhappily at Asseth, who was surrounded by everyone, and the fork in his hand was about to be bent by him.

Goyle and Crabbe behind him looked at him at a loss. They didn't know much about the relationship between Draco and Artes, but they just knew that they seemed to have a good relationship.

They knew Draco fairly well and knew his temper.

Now seeing Draco looking angry at Artes, they couldn't help but speculate that Draco was angry because Artes stole the attention that belonged to him.

"Master Malfoy, you are from the Malfoy family, and you are much more powerful than that Cavendish."

Crabbe was the first to say tentatively.

Draco frowned fiercely, and his eyes moved back from Arthur to look at Crabbe.

Seeing Draco looking at him, Crabbe thought he agreed with his words and quickly continued.

"If the young master goes up there, he will definitely do better than him. Who is he, a foreign nobleman?"

Draco's eyebrows knitted tighter and tighter, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Have you said enough?"

Crabbe stopped talking in shock and looked at him helplessly. Goyle next to him also looked cautious.

"Aces is my brother, you are not allowed to talk about him like this."

Draco's attitude was very serious. Because of his anger, the way he looked at Crabbe was serious, a bit like his father.

Although Asseth was chatting with others, he kept paying attention to Draco out of the corner of his eye. Now Draco's abnormality caught his attention.

He smiled and dismissed the little snakes around him, and gave Elise and Carter a look.

The little snakes were still a little unsatisfied, but Elise and Carter had already taken the initiative to greet them.

Naturally, they would not refuse Assis's friends, so they started another round of chatting.

Here, Crabbe and Goyle rarely saw the serious side of the bad-tempered Draco, and their mouths opened and closed nervously for a while, unable to speak.

"What's wrong? Who made our little dragon unhappy?"

Although Asseth said it with a smile, there was not much smile in his eyes, and he looked at Crabbe and Goyle even more sharply.

He knew about Goyle and Crabbe. On the day Draco called him brother, he had asked someone to check on Goyle and Crabbe.

He had an average impression of these two people. Draco may not have realized it, but Artes noticed the dissatisfaction in their eyes.

The arrival of Aces eased Draco's anger.

He pursed his lips, not wanting to tell Asseth that the people around him saw him this way. He was afraid that Assass would alienate him because of Goyle and Crabbe.

His expression management was not considered satisfactory by Artes, so Artis could easily see what he was thinking.

This made Assis feel a little helpless and worried.

What is this little fool worried about?

Doesn't he look like that proud little peacock at all?

Proud little peacock?

Aces suddenly realized something and quickly recalled everything that had happened since he and Draco met.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but frown, and an incredible idea came to his mind.

Draco seems a little... inferior?

Aces's silence and frown made Draco's heart grow higher and higher.

Although he has been quietly complaining about Asseth's harshness in the past few days, he also knows that Asseth is doing it for his own good.

And Aces never hesitates to praise and reward him, which is something Draco has not received in so many years.

Artes is really nice to him, and he really likes Artis as his brother.

He didn't want to lose his brother.

Draco grabbed the corners of his robes at a loss, and his little platinum head hung down sadly at some point.

He had tried not to make Artes angry. He was not jealous of Artes today. He just felt that such a dazzling and outstanding Artes might not need his younger brother at all.