HP: Embrace the Darkness

Time passed by so comfortably.

Asses might also feel comfortable if he wasn't caught in the cellar every day, grading papers and revising his own papers.

It wasn't the first day that Artes knew about the Potions Master's pickiness, but when faced with a paper that had been revised more than ten times and still not given, he was still desperate.

"You should feel lucky that I corrected half of the sixth paper."

Snape expressionlessly typed back the paper that Artes had handed in several times.

Looking at the paper in his hand, Ases felt sad in his heart.

When will this day end?

"This is the only one left."

The Potions Master glanced at him, probably seeing that he was really pitiful, and it was rare for him to show mercy and comfort him.

"It's almost done after this change."

Aces took the quill resignedly, waved his hand and changed a chair to sit down, and then began to correct the paper.

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room.

Draco walked slowly to Elise, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"Where's Asseth?"

Elise raised her head. She knew about the relationship between Draco and Asseth, and she did not hide Assest's itinerary at the moment.

"Sir, he is in the cellar... correcting the paper."

Hearing this, Draco's eyes drifted guiltily, and then he became angry and unhappy.

"Asses has been making changes for so long, why can't he still do it?"

"The dean is too harsh. He keeps Assis in the cellar every day and I can't find him."

Elise looked at the young master without hesitation.

I don't know whether I should tell him that even if he doesn't have a paper, Assei still goes to the cellar every day.

This has nothing to do with the thesis, it's just that during this period, because I had to revise the thesis, I ran a lot.

"No, I'm going to argue with the dean. He can't treat Asseth like this."

Not sure what he thought of, Draco gritted his teeth and walked out as if he was dead.

Behind him, Elise looked at him with complicated eyes and couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Draco, it's curfew time now."

The implication is that if you go now, your end may be very miserable, even worse than Mr.

Draco's walking steps froze in mid-air, and he turned back mechanically.

"What should I do?"

Carter walked over from the side and looked at Draco's movements strangely. He was afraid that he would fall, so he gave him a hand.

"What's the matter, young master?"

Draco looked at Carter happily as if he had seen a savior.

"Is there any way you can get Dean to put Aces back?"

Go to the dean and ask for a husband?

Carter opened his mouth in horror, looking at Draco in disbelief, Merlin's beard! Do you know what you are talking about?

What's the difference between asking him to go to the dean and asking him to die? Artes could write six papers, but he couldn't.

"Draco, after Mr. finished writing his thesis, the dean will naturally let him back. We don't need to be anxious. Mr. is not in a hurry, so we don't have to be in a hurry either."

Carter comforted Draco while looking for a savior, and his eyes lit up when he saw Elise.

"Ask Elise if this is the case. She knows Mr. best."

Elise took a sip of tea, glanced at Carter coolly, and then nodded lightly.

"But Asseth has to write six papers because of me."

The little peacock lowered his head a little guiltily and spoke in a low tone.

Carter's lips moved slightly, not knowing how to comfort him.

They also knew about this. To some extent, the six papers were indeed related to Draco.

Draco's lost look was so pitiful that Carter held it in for a long time and barely managed to choke out a sentence.

"How about I take you to the cellar to wait for sir?"

As soon as these words came out, Elise looked at him no differently than he looked at a mentally retarded person.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Carter realized his stupidity, and he couldn't stand the look in Elise's eyes, so he opened his mouth to take back his words.

But Draco had already happily agreed.

The regretful words were stuck in his throat, unable to go up or come down, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Elise looked at him gloatingly, now I see how you will end it.

Looking into Draco's bright expectant eyes, Carter nodded to him with difficulty and smiled uglier than a ghost.

Draco didn't feel his reluctance at all, "Shall we go now?"

"alright."

Carter uttered two words helplessly.

Under Elise's mocking and worried eyes, Carter pulled out his wand and cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself and Draco.

"Just remember to be careful and don't get caught."

Elise still couldn't hold it back and ordered Carter.

Sure enough, you are still worried about me.

Carter looked at her moved, and when he was about to say something to express his feelings, Elise hit her with the next sentence.

"Sir, you have just finished writing six papers. If you are caught, just say it is your fault. In short, you cannot add more papers to yours."

The smile on Carter's face disappeared and turned into a look of sadness and anger.

Damn the paper, there's no way he'd be caught.

Pulling an excited Draco, Carter quickly left the sad place of the Slytherin common room.

While walking, I don't know when Carter let go of Draco's hand, and he walked forward without feeling anything.

It wasn't until he was halfway to the cellar that Carter belatedly remembered to tell Draco.

"Remember to hold me tight, don't...don't Draco?"

There was nothing in his hands. Carter was confused and subconsciously grabbed two handfuls in the air. His hands were still empty.

Where's Draco! ?

Carter collapsed and shouted in confusion in the corridor, groping around with his arms wide open, trying to touch some little platinum peacock.

At this time, Draco didn't know how desperate his disappearance made Carter.

Because he met Professor McGonagall who came to watch the night.

Somehow, Professor McGonagall stood right in front of Draco, blocking the way Draco left.

So he could only huddle nervously in the corner and cover his mouth vigorously, fearing that Professor McGonagall would notice him if he breathed too loudly.

It's a pity that the little peacock doesn't know that Carter's Disillusionment Curse is not as powerful as Arthur's and needs to be replenished from time to time. And now Carter is still groping in the corridor inch by inch looking for Draco, so naturally no one is replenishing the Disguise Curse for the little peacock.

Then, in Professor McGonagall's surprised sight, a small platinum-blonde head was revealed bit by bit, while Draco still covered his mouth in ignorance.

She was silent for a second, "Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco's eyes widened in horror, "Professor...can you see me?"

Professor McGonagall was silent again, "Obviously, your disguise spell has failed."