HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Is that okay? Sev."

It's possible... it's impossible.

The potions master now only wants to poison anyone who arouses Asses' interest, regardless of gender.

In fact, dancing is not difficult for Snape. As for contact, they have done more intimate things, but a dance is nothing.

But there is a problem. As we all know, social dances are usually between men and women.

He and Artes were both men, and neither of them was suitable to dance the women's steps. He was unwilling to dance, and he didn't think Artes would be willing to dance.

"Stop your delusions, I won't do the girly dance."

Snape coldly pushed away the head that was almost on top of him and gritted his teeth.

"If you want to dance, go find someone else."

Artes leaned closer to Snape again, almost sitting on the armrest of the single sofa.

"I know you don't know how to walk."

Snape suddenly realized something and looked towards Artes. The man he saw looked very fearless, with no trace of shame on his face.

"But I can."

"You mean...you dance the women's steps?"

Snape still couldn't believe it when he asked. He thought that someone like Artes, who was educated by the family heir, would care about these details.

Asseth nodded naturally, "I proposed it, and I know how to do it. Naturally, I will dance."

"You don't feel offended?"

Unable to find a suitable word, Snape picked one that seemed appropriate.

"Why do you feel offended?" Asseth repeated in confusion.

"These are just dance steps. It is humans who make up the dance steps. It is also humans who divide the dance steps between men and women. This is just the definition given to them by humans."

"In fact, women can do the men's step, and men can do the women's step. It doesn't mean anything."

"So you want to try it? Sev."

Snape was moved.

He would still mind if he was asked to dance the women's steps, but since Asseth didn't mind choosing the women's steps.

He also kind of looked at the scene.

"I thought what if-"

The reply representing agreement was almost coming out, but suddenly stopped.

Asseth was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Don't try."

Snape pressed the corners of his lower lips very lightly.

He belatedly remembered that if he danced, he would most likely be watching the dance from the perspective of his partner.

Dancing may not be as intimate as hugging, but the ambiguous and soft music, the vague physical contact, and the only eyes on each other when spinning.

Either way is too much and inappropriate.

The reason Arthas could continue to ask before was because Snape didn't explicitly refuse.

Now clearly rejected, although Asseth still wanted to dance together, he would not ask again.

"So what do we need to prepare for Hogwarts for the Yule Ball?"

He naturally changed the subject.

Snape recalled what Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick said, and none of them was about arranging work.

"No, someone is in charge."

……

Christmas is approaching, and the sky unsurprisingly begins to snow heavily. The white snow covers the huge Hogwarts, giving it a silvery coat.

This year's Christmas, Hogwarts is extra grand, with icicles carved with ice flowers rising from the ground and blooming in every inconspicuous corner.

A larger and denser Christmas tree than usual was placed in the center of the auditorium, with various decorations wrapped around it. A phoenix-like ornament stood on the top of the tree, and sang loudly when someone passed by.

The closer we get to Christmas, the more we see students making invitations in the corridors and outside classrooms.

The last class of the day was the alchemy class. As soon as Asseth said that get out of class was over, the little wizard below immediately started chattering, inviting everyone who should be invited and rejecting everyone else.

These had nothing to do with Asseth, the alchemy professor. He collected his things and was about to leave.

"Professor, can I invite you to the dance?"

The rustling voices disappeared instantly, and the gazes from all directions drifted toward the door.

The person blocking the door was the Gryffindor girl from the lounge last time. Artes couldn't help but frown. He didn't understand why she kept staring at him.

This is already the third chance encounter.

He had no intention of getting entangled with the students, and he didn't stop there. He just casually handed over a warning.

"Except for the professor who is invited, hurry up and find someone else, don't waste time with me."

As soon as these words came out, the twins' eyes lit up, and they stretched out their hands around them.

"I still refuse the third time and am willing to admit defeat."

The little wizards around him were reluctant to hand over the Galleons.

Seeing the back of Asseth leaving, Wendy didn't intend to give up so easily, gritted her teeth and chased after him.

"Hey, who are you? Didn't you hear what my brother said? Do you still want to follow me? Are you thinking too beautifully?"

Before the Dracos arrived, the whirring sound had already arrived on the battlefield in advance.

Because of Draco's brother, Wendy stopped and did not chase after Asseth. Instead, she took a closer look at the platinum young master.

"elder brother?"

"My brother is the son of my godfather and godmother. Is there a problem with him being my brother? But you are an ugly monster. Don't you see that my brother doesn't want to care about you? Why don't you get out?"

Draco had been quite spoiled in the past few years, but with Ace teaching him how to behave, he learned to control his overly rude temper.

But just because the temper has subsided, it doesn't mean it has disappeared.

His temper has even become more arrogant and domineering due to the excessive doting. Now that he sees Wendy pestering his brother, he wants to throw him out of Hogwarts.

"You said I'm ugly!"

Girls should pay more attention to their appearance.

Now when she heard Draco calling herself ugly, Wendy felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur suddenly exploded, and she glared at Draco angrily.

"I screamed, what can you do to me? Ugly, go find a mirror and look at yourself, get to know your ugliness, and stop scaring people."

"You dare to think about someone you shouldn't think about, and I don't even think about whether you are worthy or not!"

Draco had a bit of disdain in his eyes.

"Draco." Arthur, who had turned back at some point, called out coldly.

I don’t know how much he listened to it.

The feathers that Draco had raised arrogantly just now drooped down, and he didn't dare to look at Ass's face.

Wendy's expression was completely opposite to Draco's.

"Professor, did you come back to accept the invitation?"

"No." Artes didn't give her a second thought and stated his purpose straightforwardly, "I'm looking for Draco. I apologize to you on Draco's behalf for what I just said."

Draco quietly glared at Wendy unconvinced.

Wendy looked over and saw that he had not repented at all, so she complained loudly under Draco's horrified eyes.

"But Professor, Mr. Malfoy doesn't seem to think he is at fault and is still glaring at me."

Aces turned his head and saw Draco still winking and threatening Wendy.

"I apologize for your rude words."

Aces' face cooled slightly.

Disgusting Gryffindor! Just know how to complain.

If you have the ability, come out and fight!

Draco reluctantly said something vaguely like an apology to Wendy. If you ignored the look in his eyes, he looked pretty decent.