HP: Embrace the Darkness

As soon as Professor McGonagall said these words, many people looked at Artes with a vague look.

This time Asseth noticed it, and glanced over lightly, his eyes a little distant, not serious, but no one dared to say this.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.

The little lion who just said something shocking looked left and right, but when she saw that no one came forward, she quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Then, resolutely - he hid.

The others looked at her with disdain, but she remained unmoved and hid further inside.

Come on, she's a Gryffindor, but not a brainless Gryffindor.

Just now I just talked about it, and it won't make any difference, but it will be different if I actually do it.

She doesn't want to be targeted by the professor yet.

Artes was very satisfied with the effect he had caused. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, since I have nothing to do with you here, should I leave first?"

Professor McGonagall took in all the lawsuits in the eyes of those little lions just now, and now facing Artes, he just felt so embarrassed and humiliated.

As soon as I heard him offer to leave, I immediately agreed.

Asseth turned around and left, just reaching the door.

"Professor, can I ask you to dance?"

The voice of the girl who spoke was a little unsteady, but her tone was firm and she didn't flinch.

Aces didn't hear any other sounds coming from the classroom. He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he should be the one invited.

After all, of the two professors here, only his gender matches.

Aces didn't intend to stay and play with these little lions, so he turned around and opened his lips slightly to refuse.

As if guessing that he was going to refuse, the girl added without stopping: "Professor McGonagall just said that you cannot refuse a lady's invitation."

Asseth laughed, "You are right, you cannot refuse a lady's invitation."

The girl was so happy that she thought Asses was going to accept her invitation.

Unexpectedly, the next second - Asseth looked at her politely, his eyes were normal, but this look gave her a bad feeling.

"With all due respect, Professor McGonagall is the only one here who can be called a lady."

Just talking about that girl alone would make it difficult for her to get off the stage, so Asseth simply included everyone.

After saying this, he smiled apologetically at the other little lions, turned and left the Gryffindor lounge.

After he left, the lounge was silent.

When her eyes fell on the girl out of curiosity or appraising, she didn't feel embarrassed, but her eyes brightened even more.

Next to her was the little witch who spoke astonishingly. Now she couldn't bear it anymore and leaned over to gossip.

"Wendy, why did you..."

"Why did you invite Professor Cavendish?" Wendy said with a gentle but determined smile, "Because I found that he meets my criteria for choosing a mate."

Ada was silent.

Because she is already brave enough to speak unscrupulously and shockingly, she doesn't want anyone to be braver than her.

I really want to get started...

"And with Merlin's big nose, he refused and was worried that I wouldn't be able to get off the stage. This is too gentle. Sarah is right, it's fatal."

Emma hesitated to speak and looked at Wendy. Her words of persuasion were unable to come out under the girl's shining eyes full of longing. In the end, she could only hold back a blessing.

"I wish you success?"

"thanks, I will."

On the other side, Asses was walking towards the cellar. He didn't know it yet, but because of an ordinary dance lesson, he was attracted by a girl who was still young and full of love.

cellar.

As soon as he entered the cellar, Asseth looked around with some hesitation. There was no one at the desk, there was no one in the potion room with the door open, and there was still no one on the sofa.

All that remains are the bedrooms.

He naturally opened the bedroom door.

"Sev?"

From that night on, there was an extra sofa with an unknown purpose in the bedroom.

Now the Potions Master was leaning on the sofa, holding a long roll of parchment and a quill, writing quickly with his head down, not knowing what he was writing.

The brush strokes are sharp and the ink sinks.

Hearing the sound of Artes coming in, Snape stopped writing, slowly raised his eyes and looked up and down, and then lowered his head after confirming that the person was okay.

Aces raised his eyebrows slightly, closed the door, and walked over to see what he was writing.

Before he could reach it, the parchment disappeared from Snape's hand, obviously he didn't want to show it to Artes.

He didn't want to, and Asseth didn't delve into it.

Turning to consider another question.

"Sev, do you know about the Yule Ball?"

Snape squinted at him and murmured lazily, "If you still remember that I am the Head of Slytherin?"

That's right.

With anticipation in his eyes, Artes hinted tactfully: "Since I need to attend the dance, do I need to make up for the Slytherin students?"

"You think they need it?" Snape asked vaguely.

"Why is it not necessary?" Artes said righteously, "Professor McGonagall has given extra training to the students in their academy. We Slytherins cannot lose to them."

"Lost to them? Do you think you will lose to them?"

The Head of Slytherin squinted at the man who dared to question the house he led.

Sensing the danger, Asseth quickly made up for it, "Of course it's impossible. I'm just just in case. There's absolutely no way they can win."

Aces said this categorically.

He had just seen the level of Gryffindor students. He dared to say that any one from Slytherin could dance better.

"Then there's no need. It's a waste of time."

After hearing this, Asseth wanted to continue struggling, "Isn't this just in case?"

The Potions Master almost laughed angrily.

How could the students of his college face those stupid lions?

"Tell me honestly what's on your mind. I don't want to waste my Veritaserum over a trivial matter."

"Sev, can I ask you to dance?"

Asseth put away his smile and invited seriously, but he made no other invitation moves.

It seemed like it was just a casual remark, and it didn't matter whether Snape agreed or disagreed.

Dance?

Snape's back stiffened slightly as he leaned on the back of the sofa, and his fingertips rubbed unconsciously.

He had seen Aces dance, and it was fine, but...

Dispelling the images he had seen in his mind, Snape calmly avoided Artes's burning eyes and gave him a relatively perfect suggestion.

"If you're worried about being alone at the dance, maybe you could invite other professors."

"It's not because of this." Artes studied Snape's face carefully and considered, "It's not at the Yule Ball either.

"I mean, right now, right in the cellar, just the two of us."

It wasn't that Artes didn't want to dance with Snape in public, but now it was not the right time, opportunity or relationship.

He could only settle for the next best thing.

Looking for a dance with only two people.