HP: Embrace the Darkness

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick looked at Arthas and then at Snape without words, with some subtle envy in their strange eyes.

Especially Professor McGonagall.

In her life, she has only met principals who left things to her, and she has never met a good student who can share the burden with her.

The staff room was quiet for a while.

Professor Flitwick jumped out of his chair, trotted over to Arthas, waved to him, and motioned for him to squat down.

Asseth knelt down and put his ear close to it.

"Aces, don't worry about Severus. If you don't want to, he won't force you. He's not as unkind as you seem. You don't have to be embarrassed."

The goblin professor stretched out his hand and patted Asseth's head with difficulty. His hand was not big, but it was still warm, like a kind elder comforting the junior.

Aces felt a little weak, but he still didn't want Snape to be misunderstood by several deans.

So he followed Professor Flitwick's example and leaned forward to argue in his ear. The voice was not loud but enough for those present to hear clearly.

"It's not difficult. If I don't want to, no one can force me, so I am voluntary. Didn't Professor McGonagall also say that this is exercise?"

Professor Flitwick carefully recognized Artes's expression, and finally confirmed that Artes was indeed voluntary, not embarrassed at all, and seemed to be enjoying it.

Well, it looks like he's meddling in his own business.

Professor Flitwick trotted back to his seat and said no more on the matter.

"Professor McGonagall, leave Slytherin to me. I can divide the work however you want. Can you please inform me or should I stay and listen?"

Professor McGonagall called out to Snape, who nodded lazily and remained silent.

"Then stay." Professor McGonagall decided.

Now that there are people in Slytherin, Snape, the dean, can be honest and lazy.

Ignoring the envious look from Professor McGonagall, he stood up, greeted the three deans, and turned to leave.

Aces and the three deans were left busy, discussing and deciding on everyone's work.

Hogwarts castle corridor.

Today's decoration task was Slytherin's turn. At this time, Artes was taking several Slytherin students to divide the work among them.

After arranging the work and distributing the decorations, Asses withdrew from the space to allow them to perform.

The wands were flexibly waved in the hands of several little wizards, removing the old decorations and replacing them, or directly restoring them to new ones.

Most are replacements.

Because Professor McGonagall felt that Hogwarts Castle should have a different look, she dug out a large sum of gold galleons from Dumbledore.

A lot of new decorations were purchased and someone was hired to re-customize the lengths of the four colleges and schools.

The long green Slytherin silk fabric is still lying in Artes' alchemy ring and will be hung up when all the decorations are arranged.

Draco was among those helping.

It's just that he acted a little absent-mindedly, waving the wand in his hand half-heartedly, and the hanging decorations were all crooked.

Aces noticed his absent-mindedness, said a few words to the other little wizards who were helping, and then slipped the dazed Peacock out.

After finding a quiet place, Aces looked at the nervous Draco and asked, "Tell me, what are you thinking about? Everything is hanging crookedly."

Draco held the wand tightly and looked around nervously, making sure that he and Artes were the only ones here before relaxing his grip on the wand.

"I don't know why, but I always feel like someone is following me lately." His tone was uncertain, he frowned and said hesitantly, "I think it's Moody."

"Moody?" Asseth read out the name with a cold tone, "Why do you think it's him? Did he target you? Or did he do something else?"

In front of familiar relatives, Draco couldn't help but feel aggrieved, and confided his dissatisfaction with Moody these days.

"He glared at me during class, taunted me and my father, and used control of spiders to scare people. He was completely crazy. I didn't like him."

When it came to the end, Draco couldn't explain why, he just repeated twice that he didn't like Moody.

The more he listened, the more annoyed Asses became.

Recently, his attention was all on Snape, either busy with school matters or busy coaxing others, and he didn't pay attention to Moody's behavior or Draco's abnormality.

"Did he hurt you?" Ass's voice turned completely cold.

Draco shook his head, "No."

Aces was relieved and immediately comforted Draco.

"I understand. I'll go find him later. This won't happen again. Don't worry."

Aces always kept his word, and Draco nodded, his nervous expression visibly relaxed.

Aces comforted Draco a few more times, stuffed two protective items into him, and then sent him back to continue helping.

"Moody."

Aces muttered the name silently, and seeing that their progress was okay, he turned and left the corridor.

Moody was cornered by Aces in the office.

"Professor Moody, considering that you have been here at Hogwarts for so long, I have not visited you alone. I would be rude."

How could Little Barty, who was pretending to be Moody, dare to answer what Ass said, but it would be impossible if he didn't answer. He is now Moody, who hates dark wizards extremely, not Little Barty.

"No need. Professor Cavendish can just do his own thing. I only came to Hogwarts at Albus's invitation."

Moody took a sip of water and waved his hand at Asseth, his eyes swaying around as all kinds of traps were about to be triggered.

When it comes to traps and traps, Asses, who is already a master of alchemy, is the master. With just a wave of his hand, most of the traps and traps lose their original purpose.

Moody's eyes flickered and he became nervous unconsciously. This Cavendish wouldn't have discovered anything, right?

"Hmph, what are you doing?"

No matter how worried he was that Asseth would see the clues, Moody still put on a cautious and angry look.

Now was not the time to break up. Asseth looked at Moody, and when he couldn't help but get angry, he walked forward slowly.

"I don't care how much you hate dark wizards, but if you let me know you are targeting Draco again, I guarantee you will pay the price."

Draco?

Moody paused, not expecting that Asses came to him because of this.

but……

He squinted his eyes, his magic eyes shining strangely, and looked at Asseth carefully.

Malfoy and Cavendish are so close?

"Speaking of which, is there one thing Professor Moody doesn't know yet? Draco is my parents' godson. According to his age, he should call me brother."

As if he knew what Moody was thinking, Asseth explained with a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Asseth didn't want to break up, and Moody certainly didn't want to either. He pretended to suddenly realize it, and the anger on his face faded a lot, but his tone was still cold.

"I have never targeted any student. Professor Cavendish, please don't be misled by some people."