HP: Embrace the Darkness

Professor McGonagall felt that with Snape's personality, he might not be willing to be hugged in public.

So I was going to smooth things over and get Ass to give up this idea.

As a result, the next second, she saw Artes hugging Snape regardless of Snape's gloomy expression.

"Merlin, can't he understand Severus's face?"

Professor McGonagall panicked, worried that Snape would leave in a fit of anger.

He quickly winked at Professor Flitwick.

She signaled him to help her persuade Snape not to leave the dinner party later.

Their panic was unknown to Arthas.

The moment they hugged Snape, all the noise disappeared, and it seemed like they were the only two people left in the world.

Artes tilted his head slightly and whispered in Snape's ear, "I'm happy, Sev."

The hug loosened at the first touch, and only these words echoed between the two.

Snape's face softened slightly.

Under the worried looks of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, he remained silent.

The nobles who had been paying attention to Artes became curious about the identities of Dumbledore and others.

Someone summoned the servants of the castle to inquire.

The servant first praised Asseth eloquently, and then started to talk about Asses' excellence.

As for who those people were, I only casually mentioned that they were the professors when Asses was in school.

The person who hired the servants was miserable. He was forced to listen to a lot of good things about Asseth and had to agree with him. After all, the servants around him were all ear-splitting.

The welcome hug ended, and Dumbledore happily ran off to eat a cookie.

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Asseth.

"Mr. Cavendish, I haven't decided on your office yet. Do you have a floor you want or any other needs?"

When it came to this, Asseth was not polite and asked directly and clearly:

"Can my office stay in Slytherin? I am more accustomed to the Slytherin environment."

His request was not difficult and reasonable.

Dumbledore thought for a moment.

"Is that so?"

"I remember there are a lot of empty classrooms over Severus' side. You can choose by yourself, but you may have to discuss it with Severus."

This was the third time today that Artes felt that Dumbledore's face was particularly friendly.

The hug just now was the second time.

The opposite of what he thought was the silent Snape.

"Damn old bee."

Snape glared at Dumbledore, who was happily running towards the cookie, and cursed under his breath.

Leave the matter to him again and be cool.

Asseth pretended not to hear his curse and walked over calmly.

"professor?"

It had been a long time since Artes had called Snape by this name, and both of them were stunned when he did.

"explain."

Snape gripped the cup hard.

It was as if the cup in his hand was throwing trouble to him, Dumbledore was a carefree and cheerful person.

Aces blinked, as if he didn't notice his anger, and stood next to him with a glass of juice.

He easily freed the poor cup.

Snape raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to mock Arthas for being reluctant to part with a cup.

Suddenly a glass of juice was stuffed into his hand.

"Professor, would you like a glass of juice? This is the juice I have been looking for for a long time. Do you like the taste? Is it too strong?"

The juice sways gently in the cup, and the fragrance easily extinguishes the flames.

The angry wizard quietly died down.

"Juice is you-"

Snape turned around and saw Artes smiling and nodding hello to the others.

"It seems that I disturbed our busy alchemy professor?"

The smile on Asseth's face widened, and he perfunctorily dismissed those who wanted to get closer.

Then he deliberately turned his head closer to Snape.

"How can this be an interruption? They are just insignificant people to me. The professor is more important than them. If we say it is an interruption, they are also disturbing us."

The hot breath hit his earlobes. Snape froze and backed away calmly.

"I hope your eyes can see that this is a banquet hall, not a cellar."

Snape could feel that since Artes came here, there were only a lot more eyes on the two of them.

Now that Asseth was approaching regardless of the occasion, more eyes fell on them.

Aces shook the wine glass in his hand, his eyes a little drunk, and he glanced over casually.

"That guy can't reach that far."

"Several of our professors, it's obvious that their attention is not on us, and as for others, their hands can't reach that far."

"This is my home court."

Sure enough, as Asseth said, the secretly observing eyes chose to avoid him under his glance.

After they avoided it, Artes also conveniently placed a confusion spell on him and Snape.

With his current magic and control over it, it would be easy to confuse what they were seeing.

"Although I am not qualified to explain it yet, Sev, the only one I want to dance with is you."

When Asseth said this, he did not look at Snape, his eyes fell vaguely on the center of the ballroom, and his expression was in a trance for a second.

Then he seemed to have thought of something and smiled briefly.

Snape pursed his lips, stared at the juice in his hand in trance, and sneered when he heard Artes' laughter.

"I'm not them."

"You don't have to be them, you are the unique potion master."

Is that so?

Aces couldn't hide the smile in his eyes and looked at Snape for a long time.

The two of them fell silent and enjoyed some time alone.

The reduction in sight allowed Snape to relax a little, remembering Arthas' words.

Look for Dumbledore and others.

The situation of those people is a bit difficult to describe.

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were in a stalemate, with a cookie in the middle.

A crack gradually spread in the middle of the cookie.

Next to them was Professor Flitwick, who was holding a large plate of cookies and eating them deliciously.

It turned out that Professor McGonagall just saw Dumbledore going to eat dessert, frowned and followed him to supervise.

So now it's time to get to the limit with Dumbledore.

When Professor Flitwick saw that the two of them had something to say, Professor Flitwick also hid aside to enjoy the food.

While enjoying it, he also started eating with Dumbledore's depressed expression of being blocked.

A few people's attention was indeed not on them.

Snape's eyes passed over Dumbledore and others with slight disgust.

He glared at Dumbledore several times.

The old bee doesn't learn well and eats desserts every day.

Aces was a little disillusioned with the impression of these three professors, "They are usually like this... are they interesting?"

"If you mean this is stupider than Gryffindor, then I can only regret to tell you that it is."

"Oh, especially our colorful principal, who is quite childlike."

Artes listened to Snape's weirdness with tender eyes, and did not refute, agreeing with them all.

His heart turned directly to the Pacific Ocean. When Snape finished speaking, Artes raised the wine glass and gently touched the juice in his hand.

There were ripples in the cup instantly.

"I forgot to say something just now, but I think it's not too late to make it up now."

"Welcome to Castle Seth, Severus."