HP: Embrace the Darkness

"That's funny, is your brain telling you that I'm complimenting you? Or are you proud of what you did?"

"You will never learn the word 'careful'"

The current occasion was not suitable for talking, so Snape finished this sentence and did not continue.

Instead, he gave Asseth a cold look and chose to turn around and leave.

The look on Snape's face when he left made Artes suddenly feel an ominous premonition.

With all kinds of random thoughts, Asseth rushed to the next dance anxiously.

The following dance included Susanna's vigorous promotion and various showoffs, which broke many people's minds.

In addition, Asseth and several nobles gathered to chat, and everyone looked very serious.

Especially Asseth, whose expression was serious but also a little worried.

No one with ideas would dare to touch Assis’ bad luck at this time.

Without the constraints of being invited to dance, Asseth began to move through the banquet with ease.

I first reached a consensus with a few companies, then rushed to discuss cooperation with others. There are still several companies below that I can make friends with.

By the time he finished his work, the party was almost over.

After confirming the cooperation with the last family, Artes suddenly remembered that he hadn't told Dumbledore and others that Snape was in the potion room.

He shook off the smell of alcohol and walked towards Dumbledore.

The name Dumbledore is also very famous in Germany.

He cast a confusion spell on himself as soon as he entered.

His confusion spell is so powerful that it can silently confuse even wizards.

So no one found him in the corner.

The sight brought by Artes when he came over just now did not recognize that it was Dumbledore.

"What's the matter, Mr. Cavendish?"

Dumbledore happily took out cookies from all the invisible corners of Professor McGonagall.

"I would like to ask the professors if they would like to stay and rest for the night."

"My cousin discovered a brand new herb. Professor Snape is very interested in it and is now studying it in the potions room of the castle."

Aces rubbed his sore temples.

Professor McGonagall's nose twitched and she smelled an extremely strong smell of alcohol.

She looked at Asseth disapprovingly.

"How could they let you drink so much."

"Wine? What kind of wine? Where can I get wine?"

Professor Flitwick seemed to have opened some mechanism and started searching everywhere.

Seeing Asseth, he stamped his feet dissatisfied.

"I thought where was the juice that Asses drank? It turned out to be alcohol. This is not good."

Professor Flitwick looked serious, then waved to Artes, motioning him to squat down.

As soon as Artes squatted down, he heard Professor Flitwick whisper in his ear: "He has a good drinking capacity. Come to me for a drink next time. I know where the wine is good."

Artes burst into laughter. He thought Professor Flitwick was going to say something, but it turned out to be this.

"it is good."

Arthas winked at Professor Flitwick in agreement.

Professor Flitwick suddenly screamed happily.

Professor McGonagall still doesn't understand this colleague.

"You should drink less alcohol. If students see you drinking outside, you will spoil them."

Professor McGonagall reluctantly persuaded.

Why on earth did Merlin let her meet these colleagues who were fond of sweets and wine? The only one who was more worry-free was Snape, but he was not much better.

Every day is an endless worry.

"Minerva, there is nothing better than having some hobbies in life. We just advised Severus to relax. In fact, you should relax too."

Dumbledore came over holding a plate of cookies.

"By the way, Mr. Cavendish, we won't stay."

Aces hesitated a little, whether to persuade or not.

But on second thought, Snape would definitely not feel comfortable knowing that he was alone.

Okay, let me give you some more advice.

Asseth cleared his throat and said gently: "Several professors came all the way to attend my banquet. How can I have the nerve to let them run back in the middle of the night?"

"It doesn't matter if the professors stay for a night to rest. Let me do my part as a landlord."

"This……"

Professor McGonagall hesitated.

"Wouldn't it be good if we stayed?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just that the professors are gone."

Artes struck while the iron was hot and turned his lobbying target to Dumbledore.

"Principal Dumbledore, the breakfast made by the servants here is no worse than cookies. All kinds of desserts and pastries, such as pumpkin porridge, are very good."

"I think staying is a good idea, Minerva, what do you think?"

Dumbledore changed his tune without hesitation.

Anyway, if he takes a turn to Nurmengard then, it won't affect anything.

Professor Flitwick was indifferent. When Dumbledore said this, he nodded along.

They all agreed to stay, and Professor McGonagall would naturally not refuse to stay.

"Sorry to trouble you, Asseth."

"How can this be trouble? You are all my professors. If it is troublesome, it is me who troubles you."

Aces' words made everyone feel comfortable.

Then he recruited a few servants and asked them to lead the way for Dumbledore and others.

"Then professors, have a good rest. If you need anything, just ask the servants in the castle. They will meet your needs."

Dumbledore and others were taken to the room, and the fatigue in Asseth's eyes became even more obvious.

But he couldn't leave just yet, the dinner wasn't over yet.

Pulling himself together, Asseth walked towards the Duke and his friends with a spring-like smile on his face.

……

Late night

Aces sent everyone away, and walked back to the room alone, full of exhaustion.

In the potions room on the other side

Snape worked alone late into the night, but progress in experimenting with this special leaf was slow.

This is a brand new variety that has never been seen in the potion world. As a pioneer, it is not easy for him to explore it.

Thick mist floated in the crucible, covering his eyes and causing a slight stinging sensation.

Snape blinked sleepily.

He really doesn't have any ideas now, and there are no living things for him to try, so he has only partially understood the various effects of leaves.

Seeing that it was impossible to complete the analysis of this kind of leaf today, Snape put down the utensils in his hands, stood up and walked out of the potions room.

The bustling castle saw off its guests and returned to its original quiet and solemn appearance.

Compared to the splendor and splendor of the dinner, Snape preferred the silence and solemnity of the present moment.

The fire went out, and the shadows of the trees rustled outside the window. The sound masked the Potions Master's already light footsteps.

As he walked out of the corner, two figures suddenly came into view in front of the window, one of which was very familiar to him.

Snape reflexively changed his steps and walked expertly into the shadows.

Generally speaking, with the proud temperament of the Potions Master, he would not deliberately avoid anyone.

This time it was because he saw someone who shouldn't be here at this time.

Hidden in the shadows, Snape had a worried expression and his brows were furrowed.

He just planned to find a quiet window to collect his thoughts, but he didn't expect to encounter this scene.