HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Professor Cavendish, Professor McGonagall is looking for you in the Gryffindor common room."

A little lion stopped Asseth in the corridor, looking at the alchemy professor curiously and sending a message.

Aces paused for a moment, thanked him for the message, turned and walked towards the lounge.

He went through all the possible things in his mind, but when he came to the Gryffindor common room and stood in front of Professor McGonagall, he was still a little confused.

"Teaching dance? Me?"

"Well, I won't allow them to disgrace Hogwarts during the Yule Ball, so I need a cooperative partner to teach them."

Professor McGonagall explained to Arthas.

She still remembered Artes's outstanding performance at the dance, so when she needed a dance partner, the first thing she thought of was to find Artes.

Artes raised his eyebrows slightly, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted to Slytherin's dance class.

It’s not impossible for him and Sifu to teach...

It's a pity that those little snakes should be very proficient in dance and don't need extra teaching from their dean.

Otherwise, he should be able to find a dance partner?

"My pleasure."

Artes regretfully retracted his complicated thoughts, bowed gracefully, took Professor McGonagall's hand, and led her into the center of the lounge.

All the sofas and shelves in the Gryffindor lounge were cleared by Professor McGonagall, leaving a large area in the middle for demonstration and teaching to the little lions.

As the two danced, Professor McGonagall's voice sounded, explaining the dance moves to the little lions.

Aces slowed down his movements to match her.

The little lions below stared intently at the movements of Artes and Professor McGonagall.

Especially the little lion who has never been in contact and is afraid of being embarrassed. His eyes want to be glued to the two of them and directly copy and paste their movements.

Etiquette class is a class that Ass has never missed since he was a child. He has practiced every action countless times, and his muscle memory can be said to be deep in his bones.

Now Professor McGonagall is the leader of teaching. He only needs to coordinate the dance movements, which does not require any brainpower on his part.

So his body was spinning with Professor McGonagall, but his mind was already thinking about another thing.

Can we really not dance together?

They haven't skipped yet.

Do you want to ask?

What if?

Once some thoughts arise, they are difficult to extinguish.

Professor McGonagall had long discovered that Artes seemed to be cooperating but was actually starting to lose focus.

But she didn't say anything. Anyway, Ass's movements were still standard and graceful, enough for her to teach.

Out of politeness, Artes lowered his head even when he was distracted, looking down into Professor McGonagall's eyes.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, polite yet graceful.

The lighting in the lounge was good, and the dim yellow light gave him a light and light halo.

In the eyes of others, his whole body seemed to be glowing, and the polite smile in his eyes was illuminated by the warm light. At first glance, he looked gentle and affectionate.

"It's terrible, I seem to be a bit unable to learn."

I don't know which little witch murmured in a low voice.

The little witch next to her immediately understood what she meant, and blinked at her with a look of empathy.

"It's true that I can't learn enough. I finally understand why Professor Cavendish's popularity is so high among all professors."

Their exchange attracted the attention of others, and the third little witch came over enthusiastically and took up the conversation.

"Right, right? The key is that even if he's gentle, he's good-looking. Even if he's good-looking, he's still the head of a family. Merlin really prefers him."

The witch who spoke first was a little stunned when she heard this, "This is really enviable."

"By the way, I remember that our alchemy professor is still single. Is it true that no one has tried hard?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent instantly.

A certain little lion who spoke astonishingly was confused and asked, "Why don't you speak?"

In the back row, a tall senior witch glanced at her and finally couldn't help but interrupt.

"Ahem, the student who just talked about working hard has definitely never taken an alchemy class or his potions class."

I don't know when, more and more people came over, and they all pricked up their ears to listen.

"No matter how good-looking he is, it can't negate the fact that he is our professor. His class requirements are higher than Professor Snape's. During the potions class, he even requires everyone's potions to be of perfect quality. Is this reasonable?"

"If it were you, would you dare to work hard?"

"Merlin's big beard, he doesn't show off at all. Every time he says it, he gets it right. The alchemy class is already difficult, but his demands are ridiculously high."

"That's right, don't say charming, I want to turn around and leave now when I see him."

The witches who spoke were all enrolled in alchemy classes, and the boys around them also nodded.

"Then if we capture him, will our demands be lowered?" It's the same little lion who made astonishing remarks.

Ok?

Everyone looked at the little lion.

Do you want to listen to what is being said to you?

and many more!

The witches' eyes lit up.

"It's not impossible..."

Neither Artes, who was distracted, nor Professor McGonagall, who was obsessed with teaching, noticed that the eyes on the two of them gradually began to change.

To be precise, it fell on Asseth.

After the last dance, the little wizards applauded the two people's dance, and all kinds of burning, probing and curious eyes fell on Asseth.

Some of them were brave enough to even wink at Asseth.

Artes was still thinking about the dance and didn't notice it, but Professor McGonagall discovered it, and suddenly felt that it might be a mistake to find Artes as his dance partner.

She frowned, and her eyes swept over them sternly, forcing their eyes back one by one.

"How many of the moves I just taught you have memorized? Is anyone willing to come out and demonstrate?"

hiss!

Everyone took a breath, especially the witches who were chatting together.

Just now, they were either peeking at Artes or whispering. They didn't even notice or remember any of Professor McGonagall's actions.

They used their eyes to signal the boys around them to come forward, but most of the boys didn't know how to do it, and those who knew how didn't dare to dance with Professor McGonagall.

If they stepped on their dean out of nervousness, they simply couldn't imagine their dean's face.

The two groups looked at each other for a long time, but no one dared to stand up.

"No one wants to try it?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes picked through the crowd.

"Mr. Weasley?"

The four red heads looked at Professor McGonagall at the same time. Professor McGonagall paused and added as if nothing had happened.

"Ron Weasley."

"Huh?" Ron grimaced.

The twins looked at each other and clapped passionately.

"Oh, it's our baby Ronnie."

"Hey! Don't call me Ronnie baby!"

"Okay, everyone else will work in pairs and follow my movements." Professor McGonagall interrupted the dispute between the three of them.