HP: Embrace the Darkness

Time passed peacefully like this, and apart from the incident with Mrs. Norris, nothing strange happened in Hogwarts.

Soon, it was time for this semester's Quidditch match.

On the day of the Quidditch match, it was the fifth time that Assass rejected Draco's application to join the Slytherin Quidditch team.

The little peacock who had been rejected was currently glaring at Artes in the lounge of the Slytherin Quidditch team, trying to kill this bastard brother who was stuck in his application with his eyes.

"It's no use looking at me, I won't agree."

Aces changed his clothes, sat on the sofa and looked at the angry Draco in a funny way.

Seeing his smile, Draco became even more angry, and his blue-gray eyes seemed to burst into flames.

"Why not? That Potter obviously joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team in the first year!"

"You want to join the team because of the savior?"

Aces' words seemed to step on Draco's tail, and his eyes widened immediately.

"Talent! No! Yes! He is not qualified!"

The little peacock has exploded its feathers.

Artese's smile deepened, and even the surrounding team members couldn't help but snicker, secretly looking at the young master who was so angry with Artese.

"Who? Come out."

The next second, the smile on Asseth's face disappeared, and his cold eyes fell on the head sticking out of the door.

Others heard what he said and looked over.

Harry, who had just arrived at the door, was stared at by everyone with thorns in his back. He hurriedly stood up and waved his hands to show that he meant no harm.

"Potter, you are so brave, you actually dare to come over and eavesdrop on our tactics."

Draco was the first to speak out, and he was so full of energy that he gave Harry a big hat as soon as he spoke.

Harry was so dumbfounded by this hat that he quickly explained, "I didn't..."

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Draco.

"Don't quibble, otherwise how can you explain your presence here."

"I……"

"I am me, and you are you. If you can't speak, don't say it."

Draco didn't listen to him. He wanted to choke this Potter a few more times while Asseth didn't stop him.

Harry was indeed choked and couldn't speak.

"Draco."

Aces, who was sitting silently on the sofa, finally spoke, his tone was calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger, but Draco knew that he was not angry.

Hearing his voice, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Draco turned around, glared at Asseth, and then walked away.

As soon as he left the team lounge, the little peacock couldn't help laughing, and the laughter echoed in the empty corridor.

In the team lounge, Artes looked at the nervous Harry and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"one thing."

Harry looked at Arthas's face carefully, and then began to recite the words Hermione asked him to memorize in advance.

"Mr. Asseth, can I take up a little of your time after the competition? I promise, just a little."

Aces raised his eyebrows lightly and turned his gaze around Harry. Under his nervous gaze, he said unhurriedly, "Okay."

Harry left with satisfaction after getting the answer.

After he left, the atmosphere in the Slytherin team's lounge was inexplicable. Everyone looked at Artes with complicated expressions.

Aces was not nervous at all, "What's wrong?"

Several people looked at each other, and then led by one person, walked towards Asseth.

"Aces, you have to be careful about that Potter."

"why?"

"That Potter is said to be the one who petrified Filch the Cat."

Asseth looked at them speechlessly, "Do you think I can't beat him?"

Only then did a few people remember how powerful Ass was, and they shrank back in embarrassment.

Merlin! This was Asseth who could survive under their dean's command. What were they worried about just now?

The game officially started, and the people who were playing around put away their expressions, got on their brooms and flew outside.

As soon as he came out, Aces paused in his movements, then quickly reacted and controlled the broom to fly into the sky, hovering over the Quidditch pitch and looking down at the entire field.

After making sure no one could see him, his eyes fell on Snape riding a broom in mid-air.

His gaze was not concealed, but the vigilant potion master showed no signs of it this time. He didn't even raise his head, but just stayed in the air.

Seeing his reaction, Asseth finally confirmed his previous suspicion, and at the same time his heart became high.

Now that the arrow was on the string, he couldn't think of a way to do it. He could only approach Snape quietly, trying to ensure that the distance between the two was not too far.

The game was very intense, and cheers for goals were constantly heard on the field.

Because the Golden Snitch did not appear, Asseth never made any move, just hovering quietly near Snape.

While paying attention to Snape's condition, he paid some attention to the savior who was not very peaceful.

"Wow even!"

"Merlin!"

Suddenly a cry of exclamation rang out from the audience, and a different voice than before brought Artes back to his senses. Only then did he realize that the attention originally allocated to the savior had been withdrawn without knowing when, and he could only look at Snape.

He looked away a little annoyed, turned his head and looked along the line of sight of the audience, and found that the person who had the accident was the savior he was originally paying attention to.

Harry was in a very embarrassed state, running around the Quidditch pitch with a messy trajectory.

At first, Asseth thought it was his broom that was out of control again, but after a closer look, he discovered that the Bludger was out of control and was chasing him.

Want to help him? But……

Artes looked at Snape hesitantly, rubbing his fingertips on the broom.

When he hesitated, the Quaffle lost control and chased Harry.

Harry narrowly escaped the pursuit of the Bludger, but was forced by the Quaffle to fly towards Slytherin's position.

The Bludger that was hit in the air also flew back, following behind the Quaffle, and the two balls chased him like crazy.

Seeing the Bludger and Quaffle flying towards the Slytherin seats, Artes was finally willing to move.

He reached out to the batter on the team, who understood and threw the bat that had knocked the bludger away.

Aces controlled the broom, flew over to catch the bat, and then quickly flew towards the Bludger and Quaffle.

Harry was still flying forward desperately, not caring about anything else. At this time, other people on the court also realized that the situation was out of control, and looked nervously at Harry dodging the ball.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Screams suddenly erupted from the Slytherin seat, Artes' eyes flashed, and he speeded up again.

In the audience, the little snakes watched in panic as Harry passed through them, and behind him were the out-of-control Bludgers and Quaffles.

In their screams and panic, Asseth arrived in time with the sun behind his back, raised his hand and waved his arms to knock the Bludger away, and at the same time secretly used magic to change the direction of the Quaffle's flight.

After doing all this, he did not stop, but continued to accelerate towards Harry.

The reason why he was so anxious was because more and more balls were running out of control, and they were all rushing toward the fleeing Harry with clear goals.