HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces slowly finished correcting the last paper, then tidied the desktop, and then walked into the room to pack his things.

In fact, there was nothing to pack. He had known that this day would come, so his things had been put back in the alchemy box.

After picking up the box and walking out of the room, Asseth did not leave immediately. Instead, he took out the potion materials that he had prepared long ago and filled up the potion master's inventory.

Now the potion master soaked himself in the potion room, which greatly facilitated Asseth's work.

After filling in the potion ingredients one by one and checking that there were no leaks, Asseth left the cellar with the box.

On the cellar door, Miss Medusa spat out a message.

"Are you really leaving?"

Asseth politely put down the box and looked at Miss Medusa to answer.

"Of course, Miss Medusa."

"That's great. Without you, the dean wouldn't be slamming doors all day long."

Miss Medusa hissed and swam away.

Not always.

Aces raised his eyebrows noncommittally, picked up the box and left the cellar.

After more than a month, Artes stepped into the door of the Slytherin common room again, and what he saw made him a little surprised.

Looking at the little snakes filling the lounge, Asseth first handed the box in his hand to Carter in a leisurely manner, and then he had time to cross his arms and ask.

"Are you...waiting for me here?"

Many little snakes nodded and then looked at Carter.

Being looked at by the little snakes, Carter could only explain helplessly.

"They came to express condolences to you, sir. I tried to stop them, but failed."

After speaking, he shrugged helplessly.

Condolences?

Aces looked at Carter with a questioning look.

Carter coughed in a low voice and said in Asseth's ear:

"It's about sir, you are being oppressed by the dean."

"This incident also alarmed various professors and Principal Dumbledore."

Aces paused and glanced at the little snake present.

He seemed to know why the professor knew about his parents becoming school directors.

Feeling depressed, Asseth coughed slightly, ready to clarify the matter.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the lounge door.

Carter turned around and opened the door, and the bustling little wizards outside the door poked their heads out.

The most conspicuous among the many heads are the two red heads at the front.

"Hey, Ace."

"We are here to protect you."

Fred and George said excitedly to Asseth.

For the first time, Asseth felt that he might have made a careless friend.

His eyes fell behind the twins, and all the little wizards he knew, didn't know, were familiar with, and had only met once, looked at him with concern.

Most of them are little wizards who have been taught by him, and a small number of them are little badgers of the same grade who take classes with him.

Asseth reluctantly raised his hand and made a gesture, asking Carter to fully open the door, while he walked out the door.

The little wizards all fell silent when they looked at Asseth, who was walking towards them as if he wanted to say something.

"First of all, thank you for your concern for me. There is just something I need to clarify."

"About some time ago, I took the place of teaching for Professor Snape on my own initiative. Substituting classes and correcting papers were of great help to my progress in Potions."

This was an agreement between Artes and Snape to conceal the magic riot. It was only said that Artes wanted to improve his potion science.

Aces's calm eyes glanced at the little wizards present, and the firmness in his words let them know that he was serious.

The little wizards looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Maybe they had misunderstood Professor Snape.

In the awkward atmosphere, Asseth suddenly smiled relaxedly.

"I just say these things because I don't want everyone to misunderstand me as the dean because of me."

"Although I won't be able to meet you in class in the future, you are welcome to ask me any questions you don't know."

"I believe that after a week of meeting, everyone has an understanding of my potion level?"

Aces' joking words eased the awkward atmosphere at the scene.

The little wizards all responded, and Fred and George even winked at him and asked funny questions.

"Anything?"

Aces pushed away their approaching heads and warned them with a mocking tone.

"Only for studying, especially you two."

The atmosphere at the scene became more harmonious as the twins played around.

The young wizards looked at Asseth with such eager eyes that he was a little overwhelmed.

Especially the Lions led by Fred and George.

Obviously he only gave them a few lessons, but they knew each other as if they had known each other for many years.

Are all lions like this? Aces couldn't help but complain.

Fortunately, the Duke and Anna had specially trained Asseth in this aspect, so he was only a little difficult, but not overstretched.

At this time, Asseth noticed a little lion trying to push forward among the excited little wizard.

He was crowded with other excited lion cubs and was disheveled.

Aces quickly interrupted the excitement of the little wizards present and asked Carter to bring the little lion over.

"What do you want from me?"

The little lion couldn't even breathe, and stammered: "Principal Dumbledore is looking for you, and the password is Lemon Olaf."

Aces was not surprised by this answer. He first expressed his gratitude to the little lion who came to deliver the message, and then persuaded the little wizards around him to leave.

It wasn't until the last little wizard left that Asseth turned and walked towards the principal's office.

At the door of the principal's office, Asseth said the password to two gargoyles who were a bit speechless: "Lemon Olaf."

The door opened in response, and Asseth strolled into the principal's office, nodding to the portraits of the principal that filled the wall.

Some principals were dismissive, while others responded politely.

Aces didn't pay attention, but looked at Dumbledore who was sitting behind the table and smiling.

Aces also raised a smile, came to the table, and greeted Dumbledore.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

Dumbledore, like a kind elder, waved to Artes and motioned for him to sit down and chat.

Aces also acted like a well-behaved junior. He sat down as he wanted and looked at everything around him curiously.

Dumbledore didn't urge him, and watched Arthur's movements quietly.

There was just a faint glint in Dumbledore's eyes behind his half-moon glasses.

There was also subtle vigilance flashing in Asseth's eyes as he looked around.

After looking at the principal's office, Artes withdrew his gaze and looked at Dumbledore, who was looking at him across the way.

When their eyes met, Dumbledore coughed and pushed the Lemon Olaf on the table towards Artes.

"I think Lemon Olaf would be happy to let our gentleman Mr. Cavendish taste his own."

Artes was not interested in Lemon Olaf, but thinking of Grindelwald's expression before, he was a little curious about how much Dumbledore tasted.

So he naturally reached for the Lemon Olaf and took one tentatively.

The taste is indeed very strong, but not as strong as the professor's potion.

Aces concluded calmly.

Dumbledore, who was opposite him, was always paying attention to his expression, and was extremely disappointed when he found that he was calm.