HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Do you need me to compliment you on how charming you are?" the Potions Master almost blurted out his sarcasm, "You attract bees and butterflies."

The next second he suddenly darkened his face.

It seemed like he was jealous.

"Ahem...she doesn't like me."

Artes suppressed his smile and coughed lightly, trying to control himself not to look in Snape's direction to avoid revealing the smile in his eyes.

"Maybe she didn't realize it herself. The way she looked at me was just yearning, and there was really no love."

"Later on, I was rejected a lot, and I was a little unconvinced. All of these things combined created the illusion of love."

Aces didn't think he was that charming. He could attract a girl even after just a few interactions with her.

So this explanation is the most reasonable.

Snape snorted, not sure whether to believe it or not.

In the end, Wendy couldn't continue reading.

Out of courtesy and self-cultivation, Aces would not be too targeted at a female student until Wendy stepped on his bottom line.

But next to him sat Snape, who liked to target Gryffindors and didn't need any reason.

Although the Potions Professor would not target Wendy like he did the Savior, not everyone could withstand his cold and gloomy eyes.

Cold and sticky.

It's like a poisonous snake spitting out its seeds and waiting for the opportunity to move.

This is how Wendy feels now. She looks away with a pale face. The candles in the auditorium are burning, and the warmth radiating cannot dispel the coldness in her body.

Compared with the coldness, the secret turbulence she glimpsed in her heart was nothing to mention.

She saw a hint of displeasure in Snape's eyes, it was very light, but it was there.

The gaze that fell on him disappeared, and Artes looked at Snape amusedly.

After receiving an unbearable glare from him, he casually looked away and looked around the audience.

His eyes came to the long Gryffindor table, and when he saw Wendy's dazed eyes, Artes couldn't help but frown.

He didn't care about Wendy's fear, but Wendy's unusual trance would make him think that she had discovered something he shouldn't have discovered.

Writing this down, Asses no longer paid attention to the situation below.

The lights were bright, and the silver tableware made a crisp sound when it collided with the little wizard's hands, which was also mixed with their subtle chatting and chewing sounds.

These sounds all disappeared after Dumbledore stood up.

Everyone looked at Dumbledore.

With a smile on his face, and his eyebrows and beard twitching in amusement, Dumbledore waved his wand and moved all the long tables and chairs to both sides of the auditorium.

Another swipe and everything melts into the wall.

"Next, the Yule Ball officially begins!"

Dumbledore announced loudly, and then motioned for the four warriors to go over for the opening dance.

Cedric and Krum were the first to enter with their dance partners, followed closely behind by Fleur.

When Harry stood up, he accidentally tripped over a chair and hit his clothes, making them a step slower. Fortunately, Parvati was next to him and was paying attention to him, steadying him with her hands.

Parvati was obviously more familiar with the dance process and movements than Harry, and she was closing the distance and whispering to him, spinning slowly with him.

After the warriors entered the stage, other students slid onto the dance floor with their partners, spinning and dancing.

Ignoring Grindelwald's stabbing gaze on the back, Dumbledore and Madame Maxime entered the dance floor together.

Karkaroff and others also found their dance partners one by one and slid onto the dance floor.

Now there are only Grindelwald who is looking at Dumbledore resentfully, Moody who is inconvenient to drink water, Professor Flitwick who is conducting, Professor McGonagall who is always paying attention to the audience, and Arthur who is doing nothing. Si, Snape.

"Aren't you going to dance? Asseth."

The little goblin professor stood on tiptoes and shouted loudly to Artes.

Aces squatted down and said, "No, I've danced too many times, and now I should be an audience member."

Professor Flitwick nodded in understanding and squeezed higher with difficulty.

He is the conductor of the band. He was accidentally squeezed out just now. Now he has to go back and continue conducting.

The little goblin professor's head was almost invisible in the crowd, drifting with the crowd, looking very pitiful.

Aces sighed, took off the cufflinks from his wrists, threw them out, and then used magic to transform.

A triangular-shaped book ladder rose from the ground, lifting Professor Flitwick from his feet.

Professor Flitwick was startled and screamed uncontrollably. He waved his hands randomly and immediately grabbed the guardrail in front of him.

Standing on the stairs in shock, Professor Flitwick seemed to have thought of something and turned back to look at Artes.

Aces smiled at him from a distance.

He revealed the wand he had just pulled out, pointed the tip of the wand towards the dark book ladder, and tapped it gently.

The book ladder began to slide, smoothly carrying Professor Flitwick to the commanding place before slowly stopping.

It didn't disappear even after it stopped, just holding Professor Flitwick firmly and letting him direct from above.

This suited Professor Flitwick, who was having a blast directing things from up there.

"Hey, Severus and Aces, don't you two go dancing?"

After making sure that there was no chaos and that everything was going on in an orderly manner, Professor McGonagall finally had time to care about her colleagues.

Artes repeated what he had just said to Professor Flitwick, and it was not inappropriate at all. Professor McGonagall patted him with the same understanding.

Then she looked at her other uneasy colleague.

Snape frowned, looked at Harry who was busy on the field with disgust, and let out a sneer.

"You want me to attract attention like the savior? That may be a bit difficult. His movements are not something ordinary people can learn."

Professor McGonagall had nothing to do with him and was used to his attitude towards Harry, so she didn't say anything.

What's more, what Snape said was not false.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, and he could barely see some traces of her teachings in the messy dance.

Maybe it's because I'm unskilled and nervous, and my hands and feet can't keep up with the rhythm. It looks like simple movements without any rhythm of dance.

Looking at the others, except for a few who danced well and had a good degree of tightness, most of the other movements were a bit stiff.

The Weasley twins danced well, but they were so good that they pushed everyone around them aside and they were the only ones spinning and jumping.

Professor McGonagall couldn't bear to look at it and closed her eyes. She felt that her hair might have been combed too tightly today, otherwise why was her head hurting.

Seeing that her expression didn't look good, Snape had a rare feeling that Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, had to face these trolls every day.

After thinking briefly, he reluctantly boasted:

"Although it is unsightly, it is still watchable compared to our principal who seems to have taken the wrong potion and is going crazy."

Dumbledore and Madame Maxime danced the fast waltz, also known as the Viennese waltz, which was brisk and contagious.

But Dumbledore danced even faster than the already cheerful enough pace.

The white beard swayed freely in the air, almost turning into an afterimage, and the strange and wide wizard robe also continued to rotate and spread in his movements.

Completely let yourself go.

Snape's description was not inappropriate.