HP: Embrace the Darkness

Seeing Harry falling, Artes couldn't help but frowned, and then he also controlled the broom and fell down.

When he went down, he didn't forget to stop the blood on his body and use a cleaning spell to clean the blood on his body so that he didn't look so embarrassed.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, Asseth realized something was wrong.

His right foot was unsteady, and he felt severe pain as soon as it touched the ground.

In desperation, he could only put his weight on his left foot, while his right foot touched the ground and stood there.

Snape, who was next to him, noticed his actions and glared at him calmly, with bright anger dancing in his eyes.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly ran over from the teacher's desk and screamed when she saw Asseth's appearance.

"Merlin! What's going on!"

"Professor McGonagall, I accidentally discovered the person controlling the Bludger just now, so I flew over to inform the professor to stop him."

Aces, who had always behaved himself, spoke first this time.

As he spoke, he brushed off the incident of two balls that were out of control, as if his actions just now were really just to inform the murderer.

"Then Professor Snape interrupted his spellcasting, but it was a pity that he ran away."

he continued.

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth in surprise and looked at Snape, "Merlin! Fortunately, you are there, Severus, otherwise there might be more injured students."

Snape pursed his lips unconsciously. His pale lips almost lost all color due to suppressing his anger.

"It's just my responsibility as a professor. There's nothing good or bad about it."

Professor McGonagall did not agree with his excuse, "No, I'm really lucky to have you here. Albus was called out just now, and he hasn't come back yet, and I don't know what he is doing."

The more she spoke, the more frightened she became, her brows furrowed as if she had already seen the consequences of not having Snape.

"You mean... Dumbledore isn't... here?"

Snape's throat was dry and he slowly spat out these words.

Professor McGonagall gave him a strange look, "Oh, Severus, didn't you notice? Not long after the game started, Albus was called away."

"Aces!"

"gentlemen!"

While they were talking, the little wizards in the audience ran down, and Slytherin and Gryffindor ran to their injured players.

Draco ran at the front and rushed straight towards Asseth. Before he could reach him, a big hand grabbed his shoulder.

The force was so strong that it even gave Draco the illusion that his shoulders were crushed.

"Hey, it hurts."

"Use your stupid brain, Draco, he's injured."

Snape picked up Draco with a cold face and threw him aside. Draco was rubbing his shoulders in pain after being thrown away, but he dared not speak in anger.

Carter and Elise also rushed over, and the little snakes behind them surrounded Asseth.

"How are you, sir?"

"Aces?"

"I am fine."

Aces smiled to reassure the little snake who was worried about him, and then gave Elise and Carter a look.

Elise and Carter looked at each other, one went to comfort the little snake instead of Artes, and the other came over to support Artes.

Carter carefully held Ass's uninjured hand, acting as his human crutch.

"Sir, what's wrong with your foot?"

Aces felt the injured foot and shook his head, "Maybe it's broken?"

"Merlin! What happened? Let me do it. Please believe me, I will make you recover quickly."

Lockhart, who didn't know when he arrived, came over and looked Artes up and down. He saw his unnatural hand, and the wand in his hand was about to move.

Seeing this, Carter stood sideways in front of Asseth.

Before he could refuse, an eerie voice suddenly sounded from the side.

"Mr. Lockhart, I think that your superb magic should be used on our great savior."

The Potions Master's face was gloomy, and the look he looked at Lockhart still had the same anger as before, which was full of warning and threat.

Lockhart shuddered and recoiled.

The next second he heard Snape's words clearly, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior, and he hurried towards Harry without even daring to say hello to anyone else.

Not long after, screams came from Harry's side, mixed with the exclamations, making it difficult to hear clearly.

Aces was keenly aware that something was wrong with Snape and waved away Carter's hand holding him.

"professor?"

he shouted tentatively.

Snape looked expressionless and gave him a sharp look. He waved the wand in his hand and used the Checking Charm to check him up and down.

The results of the examination made his face look even uglier, "You!"

His eyes fell on Asseth's face, and his angry voice stopped abruptly.

Aces didn't know why, so he waited quietly for his words. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Professor, what's wrong? What do you want to say?"

Snape looked ugly. What did he want to say?

He wanted to scold the troll severely, wanted to vent his anger, and wanted him to know how reckless this behavior was.

But when he saw Asseth's forehead wet with cold sweat, he couldn't express his anger.

This pain is because of him.

After realizing this, he could no longer vent his anger on Asseth who flew towards him desperately.

In the end, under Artes' puzzled eyes, Snape could only say with a sullen expression, "Ask your house elf to take you to the school infirmary."

Asseth smiled softly at him, his eyes bright and hot, and his smile gentle, as if comforting, but also as if he was happy to see him safe and sound.

"it is good."

For some reason, Snape subconsciously looked away as if he had been burned, and turned to talk to Professor McGonagall for further processing.

"Nina."

Aces called softly.

Nina immediately appeared next to Asseth. When she saw his appearance, the loyal elf burst into tears and her voice choked up.

"Master Asseth, what's wrong with you? Do you feel any pain?"

"It's Nina's fault for not protecting the young master. Nina is at fault."

"Don't cry. I'm fine and I don't feel any pain. Take me to the school infirmary first."

Aces gently comforted the elf who was out of control.

Does it hurt?

Snape, who was talking to Professor McGonagall, paused and glanced at him silently.

You're covered in cold sweat and you still say it doesn't hurt? Stupid and tough-talking troll!

"it is good."

The elf sobbed and snapped his fingers.