HP: Embrace the Darkness

The compliments between the two lasted for less than two minutes before they were stopped by Asseth who couldn't stand it anymore.

He originally wanted to exercise Draco's adaptability, but he didn't expect Draco to be so careless about praise and start to drift off after just two sentences.

He didn't dare to watch anymore now, otherwise Draco would get carried away and go to fight with Potter with his wand to prove himself.

"We also have to visit a few friends, so we won't disturb your interest."

After saying goodbye to Minister Schumacher and his wife, Artes quickly left the box with Draco, who was almost floating when he walked.

Next they went to Fudge's box.

On the way there, Aces' serious tone and a few words brought the wandering Draco back to the ground.

After patiently telling him a few more taboo topics or things not to be said later, he took him into the box with confidence.

At the end of the day, he was even more dedicated than Lucius as a father.

Fudge's box was very lively. A person who likes power like him would naturally not let go of such a good opportunity to perform in the Quidditch World Cup. There were at least dozens of people invited, large and small, and even more people were invited.

When Aces and Draco walked in, Lucius was already chatting with Fudge in the box, and there were several unfamiliar faces beside him, speaking an unfamiliar language.

Seeing that Draco came in not with Lucius, but with Arthur, Fudge's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly concealed it.

"Here comes the head of the Cavendish family. Isn't this Draco? Why did we meet him on the road?"

Fudge led everyone to greet them, and the strange wizards looked at Ass and Draco with wide eyes.

More eyes fell on Asseth, especially staying on the long hanging hair for a long time.

Asseth frowned slightly, not liking the looks of several people, so he simply nodded to Fudge, "Minister Fudge, we came together."

Fudge's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he thought of. The smile on his face became more enthusiastic, and he pulled the strange wizards to talk to Asseth.

The wizards were very enthusiastic, but the language they spoke was not English, but Bulgarian.

Even Fudge and Arthas had difficulty listening, let alone Draco.

He didn't understand at all, but Ass and Lucius were both in the box, and he didn't dare to leave at will. He could only pretend to understand and nodded in agreement.

While a few people were communicating, a few more people walked in one after another from the box.

They were invited by Fudge or Lucius. Some came over and tried to join in the conversation, while others went to Lucius's side with clear goals.

There are also some German wizards and families who are friends with Cavendish, who are looking for Asseth immediately.

Seeing Asseth next to Fudge, he followed the people who were looking for Fudge and walked over.

Draco was numb.

He didn't understand it in the first place, so why were there so many people? He had a headache just listening to the jittery language.

No matter how much he had a headache, he still had to be introduced to others by Asseth.

Fortunately, these wizards all spoke English in order to cater to Asseth, otherwise he wouldn't even know if he would be able to walk out of this box alive.

The German Minister of Magic could not escape Fudge's invitation, and he came to the box here soon.

Like other German wizards, he spontaneously stood beside Asseth.

For a time, this relatively spacious box turned into a small vanity fair, with interests flowing silently in a few conversations.

Snape didn't like Quidditch games, but since Lucius's next invitation, he also saved some face for Lucius and didn't take any chances.

He felt that he had arrived early enough, but he didn't expect that there were so many people inside when he walked into the box.

There was an unspoken rule that Snape didn't know. The competition was not the focus of these people coming here. The focus was the short period of communication before the competition.

The Quidditch World Cup provides an opportunity for wizards, officials, and purebloods from all over the world to come together and no one will miss it.

Now that everyone has basically arrived, the atmosphere has reached its climax. Everyone is concentrating on communicating, and no one noticed Snape walking in quietly at the door.

Aces stood in the center, his sight blocked and surrounded by chirping sounds at 365 degrees. Even if he paid attention to the movement at the door, he could not detect Snape's arrival in time.

Snape slowly scanned the audience, and when he saw Asseth's figure, he paused suddenly, and an undetectable surprise flashed in his dark eyes.

He had seen what Asasi looked like when his silver hair was long.

At that time, Artes had an inexplicable sense of distance, like a wisp of smoke that could not be grasped. In addition, he would be affected by inexplicable emotions, so he never liked Artes to stay like that.

But it was different now. He was very familiar with the look of Ass's short black hair. Once his hair was long, the impact was even stronger than when his silver hair was long.

His eyes stayed for a long time before looking away.

Then he found an inconspicuous corner and stood there, neither looking for Asseth nor Lucius.

Artes, who was chatting, seemed to be aware of it. He quickly glanced around and found the familiar figure, and his speaking speed suddenly increased.

The wizards surrounding him now come from several different countries. The most terrible thing is that they don't like to use English, but like to use their own language.

Fudge doesn't speak many languages, and his subordinate who knows many languages ​​is not here. Now it's up to Ass to export to the outside world alone.

His ears were filled with languages ​​​​from various countries. He had to speak one language in one sentence, and now he was speaking faster.

The brain's language system failed to respond and almost failed.

Fortunately, the painful language class did not disappoint him, and he managed to get the words out of his mouth.

After finally dealing with the most difficult Bulgarian official, Asses immediately kicked Fudge away to accompany him for communication.

He took Draco, who was already dizzy, out of the encirclement.

Snape hid in the corner and watched Artes's heartless behavior the whole time.

Seeing him walking out, before he could look away, Asses accurately caught him.

"Draco, go find your father."

Draco didn't know why, but he walked towards Lucius obediently.

After sending away the last idler, Artes walked quickly towards Snape, his face still maintaining a calm look, even his smile did not change.

It was as if it was just a social appointment.

Only Snape, who knew him well, knew how much the man walking in front of him looked like a peacock showing off its most beautiful feathers.

The low-key cover-up coat on his body was naturally taken off when he turned around, and the suit that swayed as quietly as the starry sky finally showed his uniqueness inadvertently, which was dazzling and eye-catching.

The girdle at the waist restrains the owner's waistline under the cover of the suit jacket. Only when the hem of the clothes is raised can one get a glimpse of his outstanding figure.

Silver monocles, lapel chains, lapel pins, cufflinks... just enough to add sporadic embellishments to this outfit, blending in without taking away the elegance of the clothes themselves.

Maybe even the person who designed this suit didn't expect the final result to be so good.

It was so beautiful that even Snape, who usually didn't pay much attention to clothing and appearance, was dazzled by it, let alone other people.