HP: Embrace the Darkness

Hearing the retreat in Moody's words, Asseth raised his eyebrows slightly and said jokingly: "Since Professor Moody said this, let's speak with the facts."

"I'll watch you."

Moody frowned, reluctantly.

He still has a mission for his master. If Cavendish is watching him, if something goes wrong in the mission, he will have no way to explain it to his master.

"Hmph, you are threatening me. I will report this to Albus. This is Hogwarts, not a place for you to dictate."

"It's not up to you to decide whether or not to make decisions." Asses didn't give in at all.

The two faced each other without giving in, and the air was filled with a tit-for-tat momentum.

Finally, Moody swollen and forced a ferocious smile on his face covered with scars.

"You are in danger, and for the safety of Hogwarts, I will keep an eye on you."

"welcome."

Aces adjusted his cuffs slowly, not caring about Moody's threat.

To him, Moody was not a threat, as long as Moody didn't target Draco.

Without Moody's sinister gaze, Draco lived a very comfortable life in the following days.

Every day I was either helping or asking questions in front of Asseth, and I was curious about what he and Moody said.

At first, Asseth could only respond with a few words, but later when there were more questions, he simply ignored Draco's questions. Draco said that it took him a long time before he replied.

Time passed little by little thanks to the efforts of the three deans and Asseth.

It's been a while since school started. Ases is very efficient and has done what he needs to do early. He still has time to take over the decoration tasks from the three deans later.

In fact, if possible, Asseth would have preferred to stay in the cellar, but the three deans were already too busy and dizzy.

Not only must he take care of Hogwarts Castle, organize the students in his own college, and give them some appropriate reminders, but he must also catch them one by one for inappropriate dress and behavior.

Gryffindor students are naughty and curious, so Professor McGonagall is the busiest.

She picked out a few careless little lions in the college and warned them one by one, fearing that they would cause trouble again and be embarrassed in front of other schools.

Artes, who was passing by, had heard the same sentence three times. He didn't know how many times Professor McGonagall had said it.

Now the situation in the other three houses is similar, it's just a little easier than Gryffindor.

The easiest is Slytherin.

The little snakes are not naughty and trouble-making people, and they also pay attention to their clothing. The only problem is that they will have disputes with Gryffindor students.

But as the headmaster, Snape had a high intimidation power, and he only needed one glance to make them obediently obey him.

On this day, the sky has not completely darkened, but darkness has enveloped the earth.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was no trace of light. The darkness made the castle depressing and dull.

Looking up, you can see endless lightning flashes in the gaps between the clouds, piercing the clouds from time to time, as if brewing a heavy rain that will wash over the earth.

Delegations from two schools came to Hogwarts in such weather.

At the entrance of Hogwarts Castle, the four deans and students from their respective houses lined up on both sides of the entrance.

"Everyone, be quiet, don't crowd, and stand still when you find your spot."

Professor McGonagall's voice firmly froze the Gryffindor little lions in place, and only the rustling sound of voices continued to spread.

When Asseth arrived, students from the four houses had already lined up in their respective areas. He walked naturally towards Slytherin's position.

Grindelwald, who arrived a step after him, also came to Slytherin's position for unknown reasons.

Many young wizards looked at the empty front and whispered, discussing in low voices how the other two schools would come to Hogwarts.

There are all sorts of outrageous guesses, from means of transportation in the sky to means of transportation underground.

At this moment, a streak of white light suddenly flashed across the sky tightly sealed by clouds, and the clouds seemed to be forcibly cut open by something, revealing the soft interior.

This sudden situation attracted the attention of the little wizards, and their discussions became louder and louder.

Not long after, another voice drowned out their conversation.

The little wizards looked up and finally saw what was making the noise. It was a large, overlapping pink and blue carriage flying in the sky.

The carriage soared through the fog, zigzagged through the clouds, and stopped in front of the teachers and students of Hogwarts under Hagrid's command.

Hagrid stepped forward and opened the carriage door.

A woman walked out first. The woman was wearing a long black satin silk dress that covered her head to toe, and her black hair was neatly combed behind her head.

She was very tall, even taller than the half-giant Hagrid, who looked much smaller in front of her.

Hagrid clumsily stretched out his hand to greet the woman. Unfortunately, he had probably never done such a thing very often, and now he was stumbling and feeling a little at a loss when doing it.

The woman gave him a condescending look, then approached him reservedly and got off the carriage.

Behind her, several young and beautiful figures also walked down. The blue skirt swayed briskly, and the swaying skirt tail was like a hook, easily catching the eyes of the adolescent boys.

"Merlin, they are so beautiful!"

The boys' eyes widened.

The witch walking at the front of the team has brilliant blond hair that shines in the dim sky. She walks in graceful and playful arcs, exuding heart-stopping charm.

"Tch, my hair is the prettiest."

Aces heard Draco muttering quietly next to him, and just as he was about to laugh, the blond girl opposite looked over, her dark blue eyes seeming a little surprised.

"Huh?" Draco noticed the girl's gaze and looked at Asseth curiously, "Brother, do you know her?"

Aces recalled for a moment, but did not realize that he knew this girl from his memory.

"I don't know, but she must be a Veela."

Aces had only experienced this kind of charm that was enough to drive people crazy not long ago.

Thanks to the drop of blood on his hand, he still has the Quidditch World Cup fresh in his mind. It would be great if he could do it again.

Snape glanced sideways, feeling that Artes was thinking about something wrong.

The blond girl quickly averted her gaze and did not keep staring at Asseth. Instead, she focused on following their principal into the castle.

"She doesn't look like she doesn't know you. She looks like she's looking at a betrayed person."

Grindelwald, who was looking straight ahead, controlled the volume within Snape's hearing range and joked.

"It's not like you don't know. I don't even know how many people know me."

Asseth answered without changing his expression, but in his mind he was secretly cursing Grindelwald for his bad words.

Before Grindelwald could continue his teasing, Dumbledore stepped forward to greet Beauxbatons' headmistress and kissed her hand in a gentlemanly manner.

"Ms. Maxim, long time no see, you still look so beautiful."