HP: Embrace the Darkness

Chapter 403 Christmas Chapter Banquet

"It looks great. This dress is tailor-made for you. No one else can fit it but you."

Aces certainly knew what Draco wanted to hear, and he didn't mind granting his legitimate wishes.

"It was originally tailor-made. My godmother said she had been eyeing it for several days. This is not one of those old-fashioned dresses. This is made to measure."

Draco's tail was so happy that it was going to the sky.

As if praising himself wasn't enough, he also pushed Ron who was walking in front of him. His voice was neither too loud nor too soft. Ron paused slightly, so he must have heard it.

Today is a good day. Aces smiled and let Draco chirp for a while.

Pansy beside him seemed to feel that it was not good to do this in front of Artes, so she gently pulled off his sleeve and nodded sheepishly towards Artes.

Her short black hair accentuated the blush on her cheeks.

From this brief contact alone, Asseth did not feel too paranoid in Pansy.

But he knew it was because he was here.

"Go get ready."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Professor McGonagall waving and arranging the team, Artes said to Draco.

Draco raised his head and held up his chest, leading Pansy into the team. Behind him was Elise. Artes nodded to her, and the two didn't communicate much.

They were waiting, and Asseth went in first.

When you walk into the auditorium, you are greeted by the clear and mysterious green. The auditorium is surrounded and decorated with various green plants, and silver frost simulating snow is evenly distributed on these decorations.

The tall Christmas tree has been pruned, its dark green branches are spread out neatly, and garlands made of mistletoe are hung on it several times.

At this time, the professors were already standing at the teachers' bench waiting for the students to enter. Seeing Ases coming in, their eyes fell on him.

Aces had received so many looks that this sight would not have any impact at all.

He looked calm, walked unhurriedly, and came to stand next to Snape in a familiar way.

Karkaroff lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't stand next to Snape and directly took advantage of Artes who came late.

After Asseth stood, the others turned their gaze away and waited quietly for the students to arrive.

The wooden door slowly opened, making a heavy sound of wood scraping against the floor.

The person walking at the front was Professor McGonagall.

She first walked to the door and then began to direct the students to enter.

The first four are the warriors of this Triwizard Tournament - Krum, Cedric, Harry and Fleur.

They walked in slowly with their dance partners.

While everyone's eyes were on them, Asseth lowered his voice and whispered what had just happened.

Snape frowned when he heard Pansy's name, but said nothing.

Under the command of Professor McGonagall, the students sat down on the long tables of their respective colleges one after another.

The dance hasn't started yet, it's a banquet. In Dumbledore's words, you have to eat before dancing.

Aces didn't understand, but respected.

The food at the banquet was the same as before, and the taste of the guests was clearly taken care of. The food was neatly arranged on the plate that could be reflected, and it exuded a delicious smell.

"The party begins."

Dumbledore stood up and announced with a smile.

Following his voice, the little wizards below picked up their knives and forks, eating the exquisite and delicious food in front of them while chatting with their friends around them.

Aces and Snape came here after eating. Neither of them were hungry. The only food on the table was sweet and delicious pumpkin juice.

No other food was touched.

Wendy didn't know what was wrong with her.

Asses had already told her to give up that day, but she still wasn't willing to give up.

A girl's passion for love always comes so suddenly and stubbornly. If it's just interest at the beginning, then the more she gets to know her, the more excited and out-of-control she becomes.

She was not willing to give up, but she did not dare to continue to appear in front of Asseth. That day she felt the coldness in Ass's words and knew that he was serious.

If she appeared in front of him more often, maybe he would really use extraordinary means to expel her.

She likes him, but not that lowly.

The girl next to Wendy was her roommate. Now that she looked distracted, it was clear that she was thinking of their alchemy professor again.

"Didn't we analyze it for you? It's impossible for you. Don't waste your efforts. Let's find someone else to like, um... How about Cedric of Hufflepuff? Or Harry?"

The roommate tried her best to persuade Wendy.

Wendy was silent for a while, looking far away at the teacher's desk, and then lowered her head sadly.

"You don't understand, he is different——"

With that said, Wendy raised her head and looked at Asseth again, but her words stopped abruptly.

She frowned and looked at Arthas and Snape above them inquiringly.

Is it her imagination?

Why did Professor Cavendish look at Professor Snape at that moment more tenderly than the look he looked at Malfoy that day?

Isn't Malfoy his brother?

Suspicious, Wendy comforted her roommate with a few words, and secretly observed the teacher's desk while eating.

In front of outsiders, Artes and Snape always maintained a suitable distance.

The same is true at the current banquet. They talked and chatted normally, and Karkaroff next to them would interject from time to time to show his presence.

Wendy looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see any clues. It seemed that the look in her eyes just now was just an illusion.

Is she too sensitive to Asseth's tenderness?

Naturally, Snape could not fail to notice the long and appraising gaze. As he spoke, he calmly followed the gaze back.

When he saw the person peeping clearly, his vision was stuck and he couldn't help but frown.

He has a very good memory and remembers every student's face and name.

If I remember correctly, this student is Wendy Croney of Gryffindor.

What is she looking at?

The focus of her eyes was obviously on him and...Asais.

Snape's frown deepened.

The air pressure beside him changed, and Artes looked at Snape without knowing why, and asked via voice transmission.

"What's wrong? Sif?"

"Do you know Wendy Cronney?"