HP: Embrace the Darkness

The watch is an alchemical prop made by Artes for Neville to remind him of something he has forgotten.

Putting his watch on him, Asseth took out the class schedule with ease and checked it.

After finishing potions class this morning, the first alchemy class will be in the afternoon.

In other words, he needs to attend two classes today.

If this alchemy class hadn't been the first class, Artes would have wanted Susanna, who had been wandering around Hogwarts all day, to take the class.

She is too idle.

There are no classes, and there are no school rules. When you have fun, you are even more Gryffindor than Gryffindor.

In just a few days, she had thoroughly studied Hogwarts. She could go up to the secret passages and down to the secret rooms without any trouble.

If Artes hadn't restricted her at Hogwarts, Hogwarts might have been destroyed by her.

potions classroom

The little wizard below saw Asseth again on the podium of the potions classroom. There was some surprise in his eyes, but not much.

Because Asseth's requirements are too high.

They didn't even know how to prepare the perfect potion in the last class.

On the other hand, Harry and Hermione were very happy that Artes was taking over as a substitute, and they both stared at Artes attentively.

Aces waved his hand and wrote the contents of today's class on the blackboard.

"Professor Snape is busy. I will continue to teach during this period until Professor Snape is finished."

After a brief explanation, Asseth gave the watch to Neville in the first row, and then started class.

Aces was very familiar with the class process. After saying everything that needed to be said, he let them prepare the potion on their own.

He walked around below, answering questions from Hermione and other studious little wizards, and at the same time placed the Iron Armor Charm on Seamus' cauldron in time.

"boom--"

Asseth walked over and looked at Seamus' cauldron, which almost fell apart.

Tiny little pieces were scattered around.

Aces felt that Simo should change careers.

Potions are really not suitable for him, but spells with explosive power are definitely very lethal.

"Sorry, Professor Cavendish."

Simo lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look at Ass's expression.

Although Artes would not be as venomous as Snape, the pressure Artes brought to him was no less powerful.

Sometimes Seamus even felt that the silent Professor Cavendish was scarier than the abusive Professor Snapes.

This is normal. After all, Asseth is in a high position and the people he faces are not simple people.

He was able to gain the upper hand in dealings with so many people on his own, and his aura was naturally not weak. It was just that he was accustomed to smiling, which invisibly softened his excessive aura.

If you really want to talk about it, no one in Hogwarts can match his momentum except Dumbledore... and the Potion Master.

It's easy to scare a little wizard.

"continue."

Aces retracted his thoughts and suddenly smiled gently, dispelling the aura on his body.

Then he waved his hand, cleaned the crucible on the table, and used it again to restore it to the original state.

This time he did not leave, but stood beside Seamus and Neville and watched their operations.

Give me a few words of advice from time to time.

This time the two finally successfully prepared the potion, and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Potions class was over, and Asseth packed his things and prepared to leave the classroom.

Draco drove away the two tall followers and fell behind Ass like a little follower.

"Aren't you going to class?"

Draco complained to Aceh dissatisfied. "You must not care about me. You don't even know that my hand hurts."

hand pain?

Aces frowned, stopped and looked down at Draco's hand.

Draco's hand was hanging nicely by his side, and it didn't look like anything was wrong.

"What's going on? Is your hand injured?"

"It's not that Hagrid. The animals he brought to class yesterday were not obedient at all. The hippogriff was disturbed and wanted to kick me."

Draco's voice became a little sharp and unsteady.

"If it hadn't been for the pendant, I would have been killed by it! The protective shield was also shattered by it, hitting my hand."

Aces could hear the subtle trembling and fear in his voice, and he frowned.

This kid was really scared.

After Draco finished speaking, he realized that he had lost his composure, lowered his head and took out a cracked pendant glumly.

"The pendant you gave me is broken again."

"If it's bad, it's bad. It's enough to save you. Besides, I'll give you a new one."

Aces gently comforted the platinum peacock who had his head drooped and a depressed look on his face.

After thinking about it, he took off the brooch with the clan emblem engraved in floral script from his body and put it into his pocket.

"Use it first, but don't wear it. I will make a new prop for you. What shape do you want?"

"Is anything okay?"

Draco cheered up and looked at Asseth expectantly.

Aces rubbed his platinum head, which still felt good, and nodded with a smile.

"Then I want a peacock-shaped brooch. Each feather should be a different color, and the eyes should be inlaid with gems."

The smile on Ace's face froze.

This workload is not small, no worse than the workload of two black robes.

Seeing Draco's bad mood, Artes responded stiffly with a wooden face.

"I can do this, and I will also make a less complicated alchemy tool for you to defend yourself from."

"This pendant was made too gorgeous as per your request. As a result, the magic pattern engraved on it was not complex enough and powerful, so it broke easily."

When it came to this, Artes became angry. Draco had forced him to make the pendant so gorgeous, otherwise he wouldn't be hurt now.

Draco realized his mistake and nodded obediently.

"Show me your hands."

After talking about the pendant, Aces thought of Draco's injured hand again.

Draco handed over his hand, and Ace checked it. There was nothing wrong with it, just a simple sprain.

The white light lit up, and Draco felt his hand no longer hurt after a burst of warmth.

"Huh? Your hand doesn't hurt anymore?" Draco said in surprise.

Aces chased him to class in a funny way.

Draco moved reluctantly, "It's Defense Against the Dark Arts class again. Every time Dumbledore finds a professor who is unreliable, why don't you teach me?"

Asseth's steps that were about to turn away naturally turned back, "Is your class a Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Yeah, I'm really fed up with Dumbledore's vision. He's never been reliable!"

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

By the way, let’s meet Mr. Werewolf, the predator. Speaking of which, Asseth hasn’t had any formal dealings with him yet.

The two arrived at the right time, Lupine had just entered the classroom.

Seeing Asseth, he nodded to Asseth from afar.

Aces nodded in response.

Without waiting for Draco to walk in, he turned around and left.

He could never forget Snape's fear of werewolves, which led him to want to beat him up when he saw Lupin. Being able to nod his head was already a sign of respect for Dumbledore.