HP: Embrace the Darkness

On the second day of Christmas, the little wizards who stepped into the auditorium were shocked.

"Merlin's hair is that of Principal Santa Claus!"

"Wow, does Principal Santa have gifts to deliver?"

"Merlin! Don't tell me why I think it's really suitable for the principal to play Santa Claus."

Little wizards wearing school uniforms of different colors quietly stared at Dumbledore and whispered.

Today is Christmas, and most of the little wizards at Hogwarts choose to go home, only a small number of them stay.

Among the young wizards left behind were those who had signed up for alchemy classes, and they habitually chatted together.

Influenced by them, their friends also sat down, and the few little wizards all crowded into one table.

They didn't know that the gazes they gathered together were simply impossible to ignore.

However, Dumbledore, who was dressed as Santa Claus, didn't mind. Instead, he looked at the little wizard below with satisfaction as he looked at him with surprise and praise in his eyes.

Next to him was the serious Professor McGonagall. When he saw the surprised little wizard and the satisfied Dumbledore, his expression was rare and he couldn't help laughing.

"Albus, you look good today."

"I think so too." Dumbledore said cheerfully, stroking his beard.

"Professor Cavendish has the originality."

"Aces? Did he ask you to play Santa Claus?" Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, feeling that there was something she hadn't expected.

The smile on Dumbledore's face froze imperceptibly, and his long beard hid his strangeness.

Merlin’s Santa Claus! The new Honeydukes products in his house must not be discovered by Minerva, otherwise they will be the same as the previous candies.

Dumbledore felt heartbroken when he thought of the candy taken away by Professor McGonagall.

No, we have to divert Minerva's attention.

"Ahem, that Minerva..." Dumbledore moved his eyes left and right, scanning back and forth, and finally thought of the topic when he saw Snape's vacant seat.

"Look at why Severus didn't come for breakfast today? It's not good for a young man to be too obsessed with one thing and not pay attention to his body."

Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement and looked at Artes' vacant seat.

"Speaking of which, Artes hasn't come to the auditorium to eat much recently, but his house elf and cousin are both here, so he might have eaten in the office."

As soon as she finished speaking, Snape walked over with his black robe swinging around.

"Oh, Severus," Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall said in unison.

Snape paused, looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, and then looked around. He always felt that Dumbledore was looking at him with too much excitement today.

"Huh? Principal Dumbledore? Minerva?"

Aces came out from behind Snape, equally surprised by the enthusiasm between the two.

"Principal Dumbledore, it seems that Santa's costume really suits you."

"Yeah, I think so too." Dumbledore ignored Snape's appraising eyes and communicated with Artes with a smile.

Snape couldn't find Dumbledore's flaw, and felt depressed. He habitually put on a sarcastic smile and glanced slowly up and down at Dumbledore.

"It seems...our principal is happy with his behavior, and...tsk..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Snape who choked Dumbledore in amusement, greeted Artes who came over, and started chatting with him.

On the one hand, it gave Snape and Dumbledore space to communicate, and on the other hand, she really liked the gift from Artes.

An unprecedented flying broomstick with unexpectedly powerful functions.

"Aces, which company's new product is that broomstick? It's really great to use."

The serious witch talked about what she liked, her face a little unable to maintain her seriousness.

Artes sat down next to Professor McGonagall and picked up the pumpkin juice on the table in front of him. Hearing Professor McGonagall's question, he smiled and shook his head.

"That's not new."

Facing Professor McGonagall's surprised look, he continued: "One of a kind, handmade."

Although Professor McGonagall had already made a guess, she couldn't help but be excited at this time.

"I love this Christmas gift so much, thank you, Asseth."

"Don't say that. The transfiguration notes you gave me, Minerva, are also very useful to me."

It is true that Aces is good at transfiguration, but his focus is more on magic and alchemy. With Professor McGonagall's notes, he can save a lot of time on transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall has been the Head of Gryffindor for so many years. Faced with all kinds of students, she can naturally tell that what Artes is saying is true.

"Even if you have graduated, I will still feel pity that you are not a Gryffindor."

Artes smiled noncommittally, even if he was not a Slytherin or a Gryffindor, but he didn't need to tell Professor McGonagall these words.

After breakfast, Artes and Snape, who came specially to see Dumbledore's limited edition Santa Claus, left with satisfaction.

Especially Snape, he didn't know why, but from a certain period of time, he felt much better after chatting with Dumbledore.

Maybe it was because Dumbledore said he was comfortable? Snape tried to analyze his good mood.

But Dumbledore couldn't defeat him before - heck, he couldn't defeat him... Haha

When it comes to certain things, he really has no power to fight back.

Snape's mood became visibly depressed. Asseth, who had just put on his coat and was about to go out for an appointment, noticed something was wrong with the air pressure and suddenly looked over.

"Sev? What's wrong?"

"fine."

Snape didn't want to delay Artis's business because of this matter, so he casually said a few words.

But Asseth was not one to be easily brushed off. He took off his coat again and put it on his arms.

"What are you thinking that makes you unhappy?"