HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Sir, what are you looking at? Is there anything special about this horse?"

Elise asked confused.

Hearing Elise's question, Asseth was startled, as if he thought of something, and tentatively stretched out his hand forward.

The hand that was stretched out did not fail, but touched the rough hair.

"It's the Thestral."

Combining the touch on his hands with Elise's questions, Asseth quickly determined the identity of the creature in front of him.

"Thestrals?"

Elise repeated the name in a daze, looking at the strange horse in front of her absentmindedly.

It took a long time to match the names I had heard with the creatures in front of me.

It turns out that this is Thestral, it turns out that she can see Thestral.

Aces and Carter didn't speak, looking at Elise in silence.

Creatures like Thestrals can only be seen by those who have experienced death.

If they guessed correctly, it was her father's death that made Elise see the Thestral.

Carter opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But he could let him quarrel with Elise, and let him comfort Elise, but he really didn't know what to say.

He looked to Aces aside for help.

Aces received his look of help, a little helpless, and he didn't know how to comfort him.

In desperation, Carter gritted his teeth and called.

"Elise?"

Elise came back to her senses, looked at the two of them, smiled reluctantly, and signaled that she was fine.

Then they took the lead in boarding the carriage. Artes and Carter looked at each other and both got on the carriage.

After the three of them got into the car, the door closed automatically, and the Thestral pulled the carriage through the deep lane and headed towards Hogwarts.

The Thestral was very fast and pulled very steadily, and it didn't take long before it stopped at the gate of Hogwarts.

Aces came down first. After Carter came down, he hesitated for a moment, but still extended his hand to Elise.

Elise paused, held his hand and walked down.

Asseth raised his eyebrows and looked meaningfully at Carter, who didn't dare to look at him.

Afterwards, the three of them walked into the auditorium one after another, sat down on Slytherin's long table, and waited quietly for the start of the school banquet.

While waiting, Artes quietly observed Dumbledore on the teacher's desk.

He seemed to be in good spirits. Nothing should have happened. Aces felt relieved.

Just like last year, the neatly arranged little wizards followed Professor McGonagall to the center of the auditorium to wait for the sorting to begin.

The senior wizards around them all focused their attention on them, which made them involuntarily nervous and stood stiffly in the center of the auditorium.

The sorting began quickly. Professor McGonagall named them one by one, and the Sorting Hat sorted them one by one.

Artes absentmindedly applauded the little wizard who joined Slytherin, while unconsciously looking towards the teacher's desk.

The professor seems to be in a good mood today?

The expression on his face was obviously more relaxed.

Why? Is there anything good?

Aces' curious gaze caught Snape's attention.

He lowered his face and glanced at Asseth.

Seeing Snape looking over, Artes raised the corner of his mouth slightly and nodded upward.

Snape stared for a moment and looked away dissatisfied.

This damn troll.

Why is the professor angry?

Aces lowered his head in confusion.

There were relatively few new students enrolled this time, so the sorting ceremony ended quickly.

After the sorting ceremony, the senior prefects of each college skillfully greeted the new students.

Leading the confused freshmen towards each house is the common room.

Aces and Elise followed the freshmen towards the lounge.

In the lounge, a familiar figure was already waiting inside.

Snape turned around, folded his hands and looked at this year's new students, and then gave the warning that was fixed every school year.

The stern gaze, gloomy face, and low tone not only frightened the new little snakes to the point of not uttering a sound, but also the other senior little snakes.

On the first day of school, who made the dean angry again so quickly?

The senior little snake thought sadly and angrily.

After the group of snakes, Asseth leaned on the sofa, stroking his wand as if it had nothing to do with himself. He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the auditory feast from the snake king.

Seeing the trembling looks of the little snakes, Snape nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, it was the troll's problem, not his own deterioration.

Seeing that he was almost intimidated, Snape waved his wand to make room for the next student to run for chief.

The competition this year is not as fierce as Aces' year.

Under the sinister sight of the Snake King, it was pretty good that the little snake that climbed up could use the magic spell.

Because of the behavior of the new snakes, Snape's expression became worse and worse.

He hadn't felt it before, but after seeing a genius like Artes, it was very irritating to see these trolls who couldn't even hold their wands firmly.

Startled by the increasingly gloomy aura on Snape's body, Artes opened his eyes and looked around.

After understanding the situation, he stood up slowly.

"Professor, I don't know if I have this honor. I can ask you for advice."

Slightly arrogant and smiling words came from behind the snake group. The little snakes were dumbfounded and couldn't believe that someone dared to challenge the dean.

After seeing that it was Asseth, they suddenly began to look forward to a duel.

Snape raised his eyebrows, becoming a little more interested.

He knew a little bit about Assis's strength, and no ordinary adult wizard would be his opponent.

But he is not among these ordinary wizards.

Snape walked to the center of the lounge, waved his wand, and expanded the surrounding area.

Aces also walked up, raised his wand and cleaned up the debris around him.

The senior little snake spontaneously led the lower grade snake back to make room for them to duel.

You must know that the dean and the others are engaging in an authentic wizard duel, not just playing tricks like them.

If he got hit by accident, he would have to stay in the school infirmary for several days at best, or go directly to see Merlin at worst.

Snape and Artes stood facing each other. Artes frowned slightly, not liking this position.

The two raised their wands, bowed slightly and saluted each other, then turned around and walked a few steps away from each other.

Almost at the same time, the two people turned to look at each other.

"Expelliarmus."

Without hesitation, Asseth cast an iron armor spell on himself with his backhand, blocking Snape's first attack.

Looking at the iron armor spell that was almost broken, Asseth's mouth twitched slightly, Professor, what a cruel attack.

Quickly noticing that Artes was distracted, Snape raised his eyebrows and struck faster and harder.

Soon, Asseth had no time to lose focus.

While he was avoiding Snape's curse, he was also constantly taking time to fight back.

Taking into account the students around them, the spells used by the two were not very lethal ones.

However, the various ways of casting spells and the ingenious counterattacks still made the little snakes around him stare.

"Collapsed."

"Everything is petrified."

The two nimbly avoided each other's spells.

But the two unlucky little snakes didn't escape. One fell to the ground and fell asleep, and the other turned to stone.

The little snakes around took a breath and silently took a few steps back.