HP: Embrace the Darkness

The Quidditch pitch was extremely lively today, and even heavy rain could not dampen the enthusiasm of the little wizards.

Wearing raincoats or holding umbrellas, they waved in the storm and shouted loudly for their college.

Aces even saw an unknown lion cub who didn't even need an umbrella to cheer up.

The black umbrella was blown around by the wind on the Quidditch pitch, flew into the air and fell.

"It's so stupid."

The Potions Master's velvet and noble voice came from behind Asseth.

Aces gently raised his finger and cleaned the seat next to him.

Snape didn't comment on his little thoughts, but he still sat down in this clean position.

When he first arrived at the teachers' bench on the Quidditch pitch, Ace used magic to keep out the rain.

Merlin, why can't Dumbledore use the money he used to buy candy to slightly repair the infrastructure of Hogwarts? It leaks!

Anyway, two people can block it, and several people can also block it. Asseth simply used his magic power to form a huge umbrella, covering the entire teacher's bench.

This move successfully earned an appreciative look from Professor McGonagall.

The two were not far apart, with only one space in between. After Snape sat down, Artes leaned over and looked at Professor McGonagall through Snape.

"I don't understand, Minerva, you are so good at transfiguration, why don't you...transform a little and modify the shed here."

Professor McGonagall looked helpless, but before she could say anything, Snape's strange anger popped out first.

"You should ask our great Principal Dumbledore this question."

Professor McGonagall also nodded.

"Albus said that this is a symbol engraved on it by the passage of time. It is more meaningful, so..."

Arthas understood, so it was Dumbledore who had a soft spot for this tattered look.

"Then why not add a layer of protection to it and expose this so-called symbol of the passage of time when not in use?"

This was a good question. Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, who heard several people talking, and Professor Sprout, who still had a gentle smile on his lips, fell silent at the same time.

Why didn't they think of that?

Of course I don't want you to think about it.

Dumbledore on the side was smiling and stroking his beard, hiding his merit and fame.

Seeing the expression on Dumbledore's face, Artes immediately understood that everything was Dumbledore's fault.

This is bad taste.

He shook his head, stopped continuing the topic, and turned to look at the court.

The much-anticipated Quidditch match has begun!

The heavy rain affected the sight of many little wizards, but it was not difficult for these powerful wizards on the teachers' bench. There was always a way to see the wonderful performances of the players on the court.

Especially Professor McGonagall, who loves Quidditch the most. She concentrated on holding the panoramic telescope and did not miss a single detail.

The other professors were similar, except for Artes and Snape who were incompatible with each other.

Snape wasn't interested in Quidditch, and with Arthas around, he didn't pay much attention to Potter. He just looked at the dementors not far away and didn't know what he was thinking.

Aces next to him also did not take out the panoramic telescope, but attached magic power to his eyes.

Through the countless raindrops, his white pupils saw the Cavendish family crest that Draco had put in his pocket, crumbling and about to fall off.

"This Draco is quite afraid of death."

Aces smiled and quietly threw out the magic power. The rain turned into a rope and he quickly stuffed Draco's family crest into it when he passed by.

Draco was still chasing after Harry and didn't even notice that the family crest fell out of his pocket and was stuffed back into his pocket.

"Damn it Potter, why are you following so hard?"

Draco cursed angrily.

This year is his first time to officially play Quidditch. All his previous applications were rejected by Artes. Only this time, Artis has become a professor and can't stop him.

so he! Draco Malfoy absolutely cannot lose to this Potter.

Draco sped up again, trying to throw Harry far behind him.

Not far away, a golden line suddenly drew across.

Draco and Harry both looked in that direction at the same time, "The Golden Snitch!"

The two turned their brooms around and chased the Golden Snitch with all their strength. The raindrops were smashed by them.

The distance between Draco, Harry and the Golden Snitch is getting closer.

The golden snitch panicked and flew into the sky desperately.

The sky, which was already covered with dark clouds, became darker at some point.

Draco was keenly aware that something was wrong. The sky around him was too dark and depressing, as if something was hidden inside.

But the Golden Snitch was right in front of him, and behind him was Harry who was clinging to him. There was no way he could give up this victory.

Draco touched the family crest in his pocket, gritted his teeth, rushed forward, and plunged into the black cloud.

Harry behind him was not to be outdone. He followed him with his eyes closed and plunged into the dark clouds.

The people below couldn't see their movements clearly, and they all looked up and stared at the black cloud.

"Merlin's Beard, where are they?"

"They are really desperate."

"Huh? Did you see something moving on that one?"

Upon hearing this, many little wizards stared up curiously.

There's more to the teachers' bench than meets the eye.

"Oh, my God! That's a Dementor!" Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore eagerly.

Dumbledore's expression was not good-looking at this time, but he did not show any anxiety. Instead, he looked at Artes in the corner.

"Can Professor Cavendish help them? I remember you were the one who banished the dementors on the Hogwarts Express."

There was no clue on Arthur's face. He put on a standard smile when he heard the question and turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is joking. My patronus is not as powerful as the phoenix's patronus."

Neither of them was in a hurry. Others might not have seen it, but they saw it. There were two faint blue lights shining inside.

It means that the two people inside should have mastered a little bit of the Patronus Charm, and saving their lives in a short period of time is not a problem.

So they all thought of testing each other's strength.

"I'm still older, and I'm no longer as good as you young people."

"How come? The older you get, the stronger you become."

Dumbledore choked for a moment. He himself said that he was old, but Artes just slapped him with the word "old".

"It's better to be young, so don't refuse, Professor Cavendish, they won't last that long."

Dumbledore looked vaguely at the sky in the distance. There were quite a few dementors hidden in it.