HP: Embrace the Darkness

No, there are too many. We need to find the person controlling them.

Aces slowed down and followed Harry at a distance, casually blocking the out-of-control ball while looking around.

where? Where is it?

His eyes moved quickly, scanning every auditorium, and finally saw a suspicious figure on the tower not far away.

This is?

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the familiar house elf.

Is this Dobby from the Malfoy family? How could it be.

When Asseth saw Dobby, Dobby, who was focused on hunting down the savior, also noticed him.

The hunched house elf became more and more anxious. He hurriedly raised his hand and increased the number of balls he controlled again. This time it was an indiscriminate attack.

In an instant, all the Bludgers and Quaffles were out of control on the court. Everyone no longer focused on the game and hid around the court.

The worst among them is Harry, who is the target of most of the goals.

Without any time to think, Aces raised his broom and raised his voice to command, "Slytherin beaters, intercept those balls! Others stay back and avoid."

As he spoke, he threw back the bat in his hand.

The two batsmen didn't hesitate, one took the bat and the other took the lead and started blocking the runaway ball.

When the two men began to try their best to block the ball flying towards their players, the others also stepped back, leaving the battlefield to them and not causing any chaos to them.

Seeing that their division of labor was clear, Asseth looked at Fred and George and was about to say something, when he saw an out-of-control ball rushing toward Snape out of the corner of his eye.

In an instant, his mind went blank, and his normally calm brain lost all reason. By the time he reacted, he had already rushed towards the out-of-control ball.

Afraid of not being able to catch up, he didn't even care about being exposed. He rushed towards the broom with all his magic power, wrapped it up, and quickly flew towards Snape with the broom using only his magic power.

The ball flew straight towards Snape. Snape's expression remained unchanged and he stood in mid-air without moving.

At this time, someone in the audience also discovered the out-of-control ball and saw it flying towards Snape. They silently mourned the ball. Snape was not a player in the game. He had a magic wand on his body.

But Snape didn't pull out his wand, or in other words, he didn't make any move, he just stared blankly at the flying ball.

Under the sunlight, his face showed a lifeless pale color, with no sparkle in his deep pupils, and the whole person looked like a cold corpse.

Snape's expressionless face was so deceptive that no one had noticed anything was wrong with him until now. Only Artes, who was flying towards him, knew that his current condition was extremely bad.

Aces' brain was working rapidly, trying to figure out how to hit the ball away with the broom, but reality gave him a blow.

I don't know if Dobby noticed his movements, but another ball that was originally chasing Harry split off and flew towards Snape.

Damn!

Assez could no longer think, or it was useless to think. He could not knock away two balls with a broom. There was only one way to stop two balls.

There was no weighing of pros and cons, and no sense at all. At this moment, he only had Snape in his eyes.

Wholeheartedly, without distractions.

He rushed towards the two balls like a meteor, and just before they hit Snape, he used his own momentum to knock them away diagonally.

Severe pain invaded his brain instantly. Asseth groaned heavily and loosened his grip on the broom in the severe pain.

The broom lost its balance in the impact, and like a withered leaf, it fell to the ground with him. The two balls were wrapped by him, and they also lost control and fell to the ground.

When he fell, he bumped into the golden snitch who had just come out.

The muscle memory developed through long-term training is faster than the brain, and the conditioned reflex reaches out to catch the golden snitch.

But he didn't expect that he moved too fast and didn't catch the golden snitch. His wings also cut a wound on his body, bleeding profusely.

"Merlin, Asseth fell!"

"Merlin's beard!"

The audience burst into exclamations, and the Slytherin side, led by Draco, even shouted Artes's name.

"Aces!"

Aces?

The familiar name brought Snape back, who was immersed in memories. His eyes slowly moved, his head twisted stiffly, and he looked at Artes who fell.

Aces looks miserable now.

The whole person lost control and fell to the ground. The blood flowing from his body spilled out in a large area under the influence of the wind and falling, like raindrops on a very rainy day.

Seeing his miserable state, Snape's pupils tightened, and his expression, which had not changed since the beginning, finally changed. He subconsciously wanted to raise his feet and chase after him, but found that he was still on the broom.

The movement froze again, and the veins in Snape's hand holding the broom stood out as he desperately tried to control the broom.

But with his emotions fluctuating greatly, he couldn't control the broom at all. The broom shook slightly, showing signs of losing control.

Damn!

Snape cursed in his mind and was about to abandon the broom and use the Flying Charm.

But the falling Arces staggered to a halt.

It turned out that the exclamations made by everyone not only woke up Snape, but also woke up Artes from the pain.

His brain, eroded by pain, grabbed a glimmer of clarity and immediately realized that Snape was still up there. This thought made him subconsciously want to go back.

So during the fall, he never stopped controlling the broom, but he failed several times due to the severe pain.

He didn't know how many times he tried. He held the broom with one hand and struggled to maintain his balance in the wind while using magic power to control the broom. The blood on his body was still dripping and was blown by the wind and stained on his eyelashes.

Finally, the broom stopped half a meter above the ground, a little wobbly when it stopped.

Artes, who finally controlled the broom, raised his hand with difficulty, trying to wipe away the blood on his face.

But he didn't lift his arm, and there was still severe pain.

Only then did he discover the injury to his right hand belatedly.

Unable to wipe his face, he could only barely blink his eyes, shake off the blood from his eyelashes, and then quickly find Snape's position amidst the blood in his eyes.

The surviving left hand held the broom tightly, and the magic wrapped him up as he flew upwards.

Snape looked at Artes, who was covered in blood and flying towards him desperately. Something flashed through his mind, but he didn't catch it. He could only look at Artes in silence and complicatedly.

He didn't react when the out-of-control ball flew toward him. Part of the reason was that he wasn't good at Quidditch, and he couldn't help but remember what happened before. In this case, it was the best choice for him to stay still.

As for the other part of the reason, he knew that Dumbledore was there and that he had value, so Dumbledore would not let anything happen to him.

But he didn't expect that Ass, who had always been calm and self-possessed, would lose his mind and rush forward, and even recklessly use his body to knock away the two balls.

Don't die! What a stupid troll!

Snape's face turned black, as gloomy as if he could drip water, and his eyes were filled with intense anger and a trace of unknown emotion.

Asseth, who flew up, had no idea what he was thinking. The pain made his brain spin slower than usual.

He quickly came to Snape's side, then hovered in the air, gently leaning the two broomsticks together.

Looking from a distance, the two people stood side by side in the air, extremely close.

"Professor, let go of the control."

Snape complied with his words with a sullen face, and let go of the control of the broom. His eyes fell on his powerless right hand, and an unknown fire arose in his heart.

Don't let him know who it is or it will make him regret living in this world.

The extremely angry Potion Master's aura instantly turned cold.

Artes' magic followed the point where the two broomsticks touched and took over control of Snape's broom.

Then he looked towards the tower not far away.

"Professor, there is someone on the tower over there controlling the ball."

Snape handed over control and relaxed a lot. Now that he heard Asseth's words, he quickly pulled out his wand and pointed at the tower.

Without any reservation, the powerful magic power brought his anger and silently approached the tower, passing by with sharp and cold murderous intent along the way.

In the attic, Dobby, who was originally focused on Harry, suddenly looked at the direction in which the curse was coming. Knowing that he had been discovered, he could only reluctantly raise his hand, snap his fingers, and disappear from the tower.

Without his control, all the out-of-control balls lost power and fell from the air.

Along with those who fell down, there was also Harry whose broom was broken.