HP: Embrace the Darkness

"hurry up!"

“It’s almost here!!”

Outside the auditorium, several young wizards were tugging at their robes and walking in a hurry.

A few lions pacing leisurely saw how anxious they were and couldn't help but run up after them.

"Where are you going, in such a hurry?"

"Ho ho, yes - the dueling club organized by Professor Lockhart is about to begin!"

The little wizard ran and shouted, his voice changing.

The little lion followed closely behind them, his red hair dazzling as he ran.

"The one who lets the elves fly in class."

"Professor Lockhart who is not doing his job?"

The two of them ran, took a moment to look at each other, and said in unison: "What's so good about that?"

The little wizard in front was running out of breath. He didn't answer their questions and just kept running forward.

Fred and George looked at each other again and quickened their pace, passing several little wizards.

"Since you don't tell me."

"Then let's go see it ourselves."

The twins rushed to the door of the auditorium and were immediately shocked by the sea of ​​people inside.

"Merlin, if mother were here."

"Definitely crazier than them."

"Excuse me, hey, it's you, Fred! George!"

The red-haired twins looked for the sound and saw their brother Ron leading the way, pushing forward in the crowd, flanked by an absent-minded Harry and an excited Hermione.

"Oh oh oh, it's ours."

"Baby Ronnie!"

"Don't call me that!"

Ron blushed and glared at his two brothers who were teasing him.

The red-haired twins waved their hands nonchalantly, and the next second they put their hands on Ron's shoulders.

"You guys come to see the Duel Club?"

"Then you should know why so many people come to see it?"

The positions of several people were blocked near the entrance of the auditorium. Seeing that they did not move, the little wizard behind them became anxious.

After squeezing in, a large group of young wizards rushed out of their formation. Ron opened his mouth and was taken away by the crowd before he could answer the question.

The twins who had been nice to each other just now immediately hid aside and followed the flow of people to squeeze in.

It wasn't until they reached the center of the auditorium that the twins understood why the auditorium, which usually accommodates so many students, was so crowded.

In the center of the auditorium, there was a dueling platform the size of the auditorium. The dueling platform was very gorgeous, with gaudy patterns on every corner.

In the shadow closest to the side of the duel stage, Artes stood quietly behind Snape, quietly looking at the Potions Master whom he had not seen for a long time, without even looking at the thick head in the auditorium.

"nervous?"

Feeling the eyes on him, Snape leaned back on the chair, put his hands on the armrests casually, and asked lazily.

Aces chuckled and shook his head, "No, I just feel like I haven't seen the professor for a long time."

Snape frowned slightly, "I think I should remind you that you should focus on the upcoming duel instead of thinking about these things."

"Okay, Professor."

Asseth followed his advice and changed his words, "Then professor, can you tell me what to do next?"

"I don't care what you do, but... don't let me catch you cheating."

"It seems that I may need to apologize to Professor Lockhart in advance."

"If he can't beat a student, then instead of accepting an apology, he should just pack himself up and throw him out of Hogwarts."

Snape sneered disdainfully and rapped his knuckles hard on the armrest, making a crisp sound.

"So I hope that I can fully appreciate Mr. Lockhart's... strength and his superb... magic spell later."

Aces lowered his head slightly and looked at Snape's side face, smiling helplessly.

Well, the vindictive professor is kind of...

The Adam's apple rolled unconsciously and the eyes wandered.

Kind of cute.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

Snape was a little impatient when he didn't get a response. He knocked on the armrest with force.

Artes suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and whispered back, "Of course, Professor, I promise you, you can see Professor Lockhart's strength and his superb magic spells later."

After hearing the answer he wanted, Snape let go of the poor armrest with satisfaction.

"But Professor, can I ask you a favor?"

"explain."

"Last time because of the Animagus, I missed the Boggart exercise taught by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Can the professor take the time to help me?"

"How funny, I didn't remember your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor being me, Mr. Arthas."

"But I only trust the professor."

Aces took a step forward, squatted beside the armrest, and looked up at Snape seriously.

"Besides, Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts is stronger than Professor Lockhart's."

"In that case, why should I choose Professor Lockhart over a stronger professor?"

Snape quickly turned his head and glanced at Artes, "This Saturday at seven o'clock in the evening."

"Thank you, Professor."

Asseth stood up with a smile and returned to his previous position.

While they were talking, a gaudy figure swayed onto the duel stage.

"It seems that everyone is looking forward to the duel club I hold."

With a big smile on his face, Lockhart stood in the middle of the stage, opened his hands, and spun around.

"Because of the dark attacks that have occurred in our Hogwarts in the past few weeks, as the owner of the Merlin Badge, I have to stand up and teach everyone how to face dark attacks."

"Oh, thank you Professor Dumbledore for generously allowing me to host this great club."

"I believe that everyone here can definitely learn how to protect themselves like me, but please don't have too much hope. After all, not everyone is as talented as me, hahaha."

Harold said, raising his hand to take off the cloak from his shoulders, and waved it away.

"Ah ah ah"

The audience cheered endlessly. A little witch received the cloak and happily shared the joy with her friends.

Stupid narcissism

Snape looked at him no differently than he looked at a troll.

Harold was obviously very satisfied with how popular he was, and even the self-confidence that had been knocked down by Snape came back.

He looked confidently into the shadows and raised his hand.

"Next, let me introduce the assistant who helped me this time, Professor Snape's student, Mr. Cavendish."

"Wow!"

"Merlin!"

All the little wizards leaned over and looked in the direction Lockhart was pointing.

Snape had a gloomy look on his face and led Artes to the center of the stage.

"Thank you to Professor Snape for generously allowing his students to help me with a demonstration."

Lockhart said, looking at Snape again.

"Don't worry, Professor Snape, I will return your students to you intact."

"Yeah?"

Snape spoke slowly, and even the little wizard in the audience could see his displeasure.

Only Lockhart was unaware.

Artes looked at Snape, whose face was darkened, and then at Lockhart, who was smug.

I'm speechless, can't this fool understand his face?