HP: Embrace the Darkness

After checking Neville's hand, Mrs. Hooch had time to look at Artes.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Cavendish. If it hadn't been for you, the child's injuries might have been more serious."

Asseth nodded politely to Mrs. Hoqi.

"Mrs. Huo Qi, you're welcome. This is just a small effort."

Hearing this, Mrs. Huo Qi looked at the former student gently.

This kid is still so good and polite.

Mrs. Hooch helped Neville up with a smile on her face, and when she turned to look at the little wizards who were watching, the gentleness in her eyes disappeared.

"I'll take Mr. Longbottom to the school infirmary. During this period, don't let me see you in the sky, or you will be expelled directly!"

She warned all the little wizards sternly, then supported the injured Neville and left the lawn.

Aces followed Neville as he was being helped away by Mrs. Hooch.

Is this Neville Longbottom, who was born at the end of July like the Savior?

Already after he was certain that he would confront Voldemort, Artes had already investigated the details of the prophecy.

The savior at the end of July…

Asseth looked at the backs of them leaving, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until Neville and Madam Hooch were completely out of sight that he looked away and remembered the purpose of coming here.

However, before he could turn around, he heard the voice of a certain platinum dumpling.

"Look what I picked up? Memory ball!"

The arrogant tone made Artes frown unconsciously.

He turned back following the sound and saw Draco picking up a small transparent ball and proudly showing it to the little snakes around him.

Beside him, Harry was glaring at him.

"Give it back, Malfoy."

Harry's words angered Malfoy.

"Why!"

"I won't return it. I'm going to hide it and let Longbottom find it himself."

With that said, Draco turned around and sat on the broomstick, preparing to leave.

"Draco Malfoy."

At this time, Asseth, who had been silently watching the development of the matter, suddenly called out to him.

Perhaps because of the mandrake leaves in his mouth, his voice sounded a little serious.

Plus the full name was used, so it sounded more like a scolding.

At least that's what Draco thought.

Draco froze as he sat astride, and looked back at Artes in disbelief.

Are you trying to kill me in front of everyone because of this Potter?

From his widened eyes, Asseth read what he meant.

That's not what he meant.

Asseth frowned, but due to the mandrake in his mouth, he did not speak, but looked at Elise beside him.

Elise understood what he meant and walked towards Draco, explaining as she walked.

"Mr. Draco, that's not what you meant."

Then she stood in front of Draco, leaned into his ear, and spoke softly.

"Mr. Longbottom was saved by Sir. Are you slapping Sir in the face by targeting him now? Master Malfoy?"

The soft female voice fell on Draco's ears, sounding like an exhortation and a threat, but the effect was obvious.

Suddenly, Draco's hand holding the memory ball seemed to be holding a hot potato. It was neither putting it down nor holding it. He stood there at a loss.

"give it to me."

Elise noticed his embarrassment and reached out to him.

Draco quickly threw the memory ball over, and then looked at Arthur eagerly.

He wasn't trying to fight him.

After getting the memory ball, Elise turned around and looked at Harry condescendingly.

"Sir saved Mr. Longbottom, so we will visit him later, and I will also give this memory ball to him during the visit.

"Is there anything else you would like to say, Mr. Potter?"

The stern look on Elise's face was somewhat similar to that of Artes, who had left a deep impression on Harry, which made him a little nervous.

"No, no more."

He swallowed and said to Elise.

Hearing this, Elise nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Draco again.

"Sir, I have something to ask you. Mr. Draco, do you want to come with me?"

After saying that, Elise saw him nodding and turned around to walk towards Asseth.

Draco also swallowed and followed Elise nervously.

After handing the matter over to Elise, Asses retreated not far away to observe her handling.

Except for the conversation with Draco, which was not heard, he had a clear view of all other transactions.

Regarding Elise's handling of the situation, Asseth could only say that he was barely satisfied, neither good nor bad, quite satisfactory.

Seeing her coming with Draco, Asseth waved a magic spell and cast a confusion spell and soundproofing spell around her.

Draco had now recovered from Elise's words.

As soon as he stood in front of Asseth, he questioned him unreasonably and courageously.

"I didn't mean to fight you, but you called me by my first name because of that Potter."

"Do you like that Potter better?"

"What's so good about that Potter! It's obvious that I met you first."

The more he asked, the less confidence Draco had to question him, and his voice became softer and softer. In the end, his platinum-blond head hung in frustration.

Aces looked helplessly at Draco, who regarded him as an ostrich.

Shouldn't he learn the Animagus today?

Although he felt sorry for himself, Asseth still took out his handkerchief and gently spit out the mandrake leaves in his mouth.

Ases spit out the leaves and felt relieved.

Then he lowered his head, looked at Draco who was too frustrated to speak, and softened his voice.

"Draco? Would you like to hear my point of view first?"

Draco said "Yeah" quietly.

"I'm not stopping you for Harry Potter, nor for Neville Longbottom."

"On the contrary, I stopped you because of your behavior and because of..."

"Do you think I'm not as good as that Potter?"

Draco's muffled voice came, interrupting Arthur's words.

What does this have to do with the Savior.

Aces didn't understand why Draco was so obsessed with the savior.

"Well, let's not talk about this for now. Let me ask you a question first."

"What's the question? Is it about that damn Potter?"

Why is it related to the savior again?

Aces looked with a headache at Draco, who was inexplicably obsessed with the savior.

"No, I want to ask you, are you willing to be my parents' godson, my brother?"

Draco didn't speak at this time, and Ace lowered his eyes, carefully studying his expression.

"Godson?"

Draco's expression went blank, feeling that he couldn't understand what Ass said.

"Yes, godson."

"I...I don't know, I have to ask my dad."

Draco raised his head and looked at Aces nervously, fearing that he would be unhappy because of his rejection.

"No, Draco, I will ask Mr. Malfoy for his opinion. What I am asking now is your opinion."

"My thoughts?"

"Yes, what do you think? Would you like to call me brother?"

Without hesitation, Draco raised his platinum head and looked at Asseth who was looking at him gently.

"I do."

The proud young master Malfoy looked at Asseth seriously and made the first decision of his own choice.