HP: Embrace the Darkness

Draco followed Asseth silently, his resentful eyes constantly piercing him.

Aces walked in front, a smile flashing in his calm eyes.

Draco's patience was far less than that of Artes. Before entering Hogwarts Castle, he finally couldn't help but stop Artes.

Aces stopped and looked back in confusion.

"what happened?"

"Do you really have nothing to say to me?"

The expression on Ace's face became even more confused.

"Should I say anything to you?"

Draco curled his lips unhappily, stopped making any sound, and headed into the castle.

Aces laughed and reached out to grab him back.

"Want alchemy tools?"

"You know and ask!"

Draco opened his hands unconvinced, frowning aggrievedly, his delicate little face wrinkled by him.

"Yes, I know, but I don't know it every time."

"What if I don't know next time? You just keep it in your heart and miss what you want?"

"Do you really want this? Draco."

Having said this, Artes stopped, his eyes swept across the shadows in Hogwarts Castle, his eyes flickered, and he paused before continuing.

"Draco, remember, there is no use waiting for something you want."

"So what you want and what you want to do, you have to take action from all aspects."

"For example, this time, you can tell me directly that you want alchemy tools. Because you are my brother, I will not refuse your reasonable request."

"If the target is someone else, you have to decide the method you want to use based on the specific situation."

Asseth's expression was casual and his tone was light, as if he was just chatting casually.

But Draco knew otherwise.

The breeze lifted the broken hair on Ass's forehead, and he clearly saw the serious look in Ass's eyes.

Asses was fulfilling his words when he comforted him.

Realizing this, Draco lowered his head and responded in a muffled voice.

"As for the alchemy tools, the pendant I gave you when the troll appeared last time is one of my most proud works."

Pendant?

Draco subconsciously reached for the pendant in his pocket and was speechless for a moment.

Only now did he realize that the things that Aces gave him casually at that time were so precious.

Is this my brother?

Draco looked at Arthur absentmindedly, the events of tonight kept replaying in his mind.

Now, Asseth didn't pay attention to Draco's reaction. Instead, he turned his head and looked into the shadows again, with the corners of his lips raised.

From the shadows, a dark figure slowly walked out.

"Night trip?"

"It seems that two eighteen-inch papers cannot satisfy the idle Mr. Asseth."

A gorgeous and deep voice came, making Draco, who was immersed in emotion, tremble with fear.

"House...dean!?"

He quickly stood up straight and looked at Snape nervously, already beginning to mourn his tragic fate in the future.

Who can tell him! Why does their dean make no sound when he walks!

Hearing Draco's voice, Snape glanced at him quickly and darkly, and then looked at Artes again, his tone unclear.

"Take Mr. Malfoy on a night out?"

"Very well, congratulations, Mr. Asseth."

"Double your paper."

The elongated tail tone carried an unquestionable tone and struck directly at Asseth's fragile heart.

Four eighteen-inch papers?

He looked up at Snape in disbelief.

Why not confinement?

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly and looked back at him disdainfully.

Don't think I don't know that confinement is no deterrent to you.

In that case, let’s write a paper.

……

Aces was silent, and after a long while, he spoke with difficulty.

"When is the paper... due?"

"If you haven't disappeared in front of me now, then I hope that tomorrow morning, I can see Mr. Ass's carefully written paper."

"Okay professor, I will disappear immediately."

"Professor, goodbye."

Aces reacted quickly, immediately gave Draco a look, turned around and left.

Draco was also very smart. He quickly passed by Snape, said goodbye to Snape softly, and then followed closely behind Artes, fearing that he himself would be left behind.

When he was about to disappear from Snape's sight, Artes turned back, his lips moved slightly, and his voice reached Snape's mind across the empty corridor.

"Good night, Professor, go back and rest early, it will be good for the wound."

After saying that, he took Draco and completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Nosy troll.

Snape expressed his disdain for his stupid behavior expressionlessly, then threw off the black robe without any regrets, turned around and melted into the darkness.

In a peaceful life, time flies extremely fast, and another year of Christmas arrives quietly amidst the heavy snow.

This year's Christmas, the Duke and Anna rarely wandered around, but stayed at home, intending to accompany Artes.

Only after careful consideration, Asses had to give up the tempting idea of ​​going home.

Because the savior who had just entered school did not sign to go home.

Artes couldn't believe that Voldemort would be kind enough to let the savior spend Christmas in peace.

So he stayed.

If he stayed, at least there would be someone to help Snape when something went wrong.

The snow this year is heavier than in previous years.

In the corridor, looking at the almost non-stop snow, Artes couldn't help but feel lucky. He was lucky that he gave Snape the alchemy robe that could keep out the cold last year.

Otherwise, in this weather, I don't know how many warming charms Snape would have cast on himself.

After thinking about it, feeling the coldness, Asseth raised his hand again and threw a warming spell on himself.

Then he quickened his pace and came to the auditorium.

There are not many little wizards left this year. A few little wizards are scattered in every corner of the auditorium.

Elise was eating breakfast elegantly at the long Slytherin table. When she saw Artes coming in, she put down her knife and fork and nodded slightly to Artes.

Aces walked quickly to sit down next to him, his searching eyes scanning the auditorium.

"Where's Mr. Potter?"

"He seemed a little distracted and just left."

"Absent-minded?"

Asseth took the tea cup from Elise and asked in confusion.

"Yes, Mr. Potter was sitting in front of the fireplace just now, looking at the fireplace in a daze, and never spoke."

"Then Mr. Weasley came over and they seemed to have an argument, and then Mr. Potter left the Great Hall alone."

Elise told Asseth everything she saw.

Aces frowned, his eyes wandered around Ron, and then he looked back.

"Keep your attention on Weasley."

After leaving these words, Asseth hurriedly stood up and left the auditorium.

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Small Theater: Draco is sleepy in Potions class

On the podium, Snape quickly explained the knowledge points of the new potion.

When the platinum-blond head began to nod for the third time, he finally couldn't help it anymore.

The wand in his hand touched a piece of herb on the podium, turning it into a small piece of wood.

Then Snape picked up the small piece of wood and hit Draco quickly and accurately, who nodded repeatedly.

"who!"

Draco stood up abruptly and looked around angrily.

"it's me."

Snape stood on the podium with his chest crossed and said coolly.

"If you dare to fall asleep in my class again, your four papers will be doubled."

Snape didn't say it clearly, but Draco knew what he meant.

So, in this potions class, everyone saw the funny look of the little peacock who couldn't help but want to fight, but was stuck tightly with a small wooden stick.

In the end, Asses's papers were added to six.