HP: Embrace the Darkness

Lockhart grabbed Harry's hand excitedly and wanted to say something more, but found that he was suddenly speechless!

He opened his mouth in vain, trying to make a sound, and the people around him also noticed his abnormality.

"Oh, Merlin, what happened to our Lockhart?"

"Someone must be jealous of Mr. Lockhart and attack him!"

"Merlin's beard, someone come and see what happened to Mr. Lockhart?"

A small prank made the noisy bookstore even noisier. Asseth turned and left Flourish and Blotts, leaving all the sounds behind.

This little incident could only be regarded as an accident in a peaceful life. It did not stir up any disturbance in Asseth's heart. He turned around and forgot about it.

He didn't think about it until he saw Lockhart again at Hogwarts.

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, excited little wizards are sharing their joyful holidays with each other.

The place near Artes on the long Slytherin table was particularly quiet. Carter and Elise carefully looked at Artes's face.

"You mean, the man above is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

The silence was broken, and Artes' cold voice made Elise and Carter afraid to speak out, even though they knew that Artes was not targeting them.

"Yes, sir, that man is a famous writer and has written many works. The textbook for this semester is the book he wrote."

Famous writer?

Aces squinted his eyes slightly, remembering the book he had read, which was no different from a novel.

"Go check him out. I always feel something is wrong."

During the vacation, while Asseth took over the family affairs, Elise also started to get involved in intelligence work. Now she manages the intelligence beside Asseth.

"Okay, sir."

Elise responded neatly.

Draco on the side heard their low voices and couldn't help but curiously leaned his platinum-blond head forward, "What are you talking about?"

Elise glanced at the man with a sullen face, his eyes fixed on the teacher's desk, and replied, "We are talking about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Seeing the little peacock's head coming towards him, Asseth remembered something and casually took out a small bead and gave it to him.

The beads are as round and white as pearls, with an iridescent sheen.

"Last time your pendant was damaged, I didn't have time to make a new one for you. You can use this one first. It's also a protective cover. No matter what, pay attention to your own safety."

Draco took the bead and put it away solemnly, "Don't worry, I'm not that little fool."

"But can the new pendant be made more beautiful? Don't make it that simple."

He pointed to the decorative brooch on his chest, "Is something like this okay?"

His eyes fell on the gorgeous and complicated brooch, and Asseth was silent for a second.

"...I understand. I will make it according to your standards, but your aesthetics are too gorgeous and complicated. I may not be able to make it that complicated. If it is too complicated, the magic text cannot be engraved."

Feeling that she was being praised, the little peacock touched her beautiful brooch and said, "Anything is fine. Actually, I don't really care about this."

Don't you care about smiling so much? Looking at the little peacock looking down and snickering, Asseth thought helplessly.

Immediately, his eyes slid across the teacher's desk again, but he still didn't see the familiar figure, and his brows frowned slightly unconsciously.

Won’t the professor come to the opening party? still……

His eyes dropped to the long Gryffindor table, but he found no one there either.

Or what happened to that savior again?

Aces rubbed the alchemy ring with his fingertips, and finally took out the potion paper he had written during the vacation.

Giving Carter and Elise a look, he secretly left the auditorium.

Arriving at the corridor at the door of the cellar, Artes subconsciously stepped lightly and raised his eyebrows as he watched Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall hurried in.

It seems he was right.

He waved his hand and cast a disillusionment spell on himself, hiding his footsteps, and quietly approached the cellar.

As soon as he arrived at the cellar door, he heard Snape's excited voice coming from inside. He stood in a hidden corner and heard clearly what was said inside.

The savior... was discovered... by Muggles?

Based on the keywords he heard, Artes pieced together part of the facts, and soon heard Snape's suggestion to expel Harry.

Fire the Savior?

Ass's eyes quickly scanned the face of the old man inside, and he sighed inwardly.

He has studied psychology, has accurate intuition, and frequently comes into contact with difficult nobles during holidays. Now, he has basically reached an extremely sensitive level towards people's emotional fluctuations.

Although the old man had no expression, he could tell that he did not agree with or even resisted this suggestion.

In an instant, countless thoughts ran through his mind, and then disappeared when he saw Snape's angry look.

"Tuk Tuk"

"Excuse me, is Professor Snape here?"

The gentle voice interrupted the tense atmosphere in the cellar, and several people's eyes fell on Asseth who knocked at the door.

Dumbledore was the first to react, turning around and looking at Artes with a smile.

"Oh, it's Mr. Cavendish. What do you want from Severus?"

"I have some questions during my vacation and I would like to ask the professor for advice. Do you want to bother you?"

Artes walked in slowly with a roll of parchment. When he saw Professor McGonagall and Filch, he nodded politely to them.

"Professor McGonagall, Mr. Filch, it seems I came at the wrong time?"

Professor McGonagall glared at Harry and Ron, and then looked at the studious and polite Artes with satisfaction.

What a good kid, so eager to learn during the holidays.

"No, Mr. Cavendish, learning knowledge is the most important thing to you."

Her voice was gentle, not as harsh as usual.

Harry and Ron, who were stared at, felt for a moment that Artes was a Gryffindor student.

Artes smiled, walked to Snape and handed over the parchment, as if casually, his eyes swept over the two standing people.

"I seemed to hear Muggles just now? What happened?"

Snape took the parchment and smiled sarcastically.

"Our great savior, in order to show his specialness, ignored the underage wizard restrictions and drove around in the sky."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ron.

"We didn't fly around. As we said, we drove to the school because we couldn't get into the station."

"Mr. Weasley, it is not polite to interrupt a professor."

Asseth turned around with a smile and his tone was gentle, like a senior admonishing his juniors.