HP: Embrace the Darkness

It's better not to praise him at all, considering that the bold and bold dancing principal in front of him is also a Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall looked hopeless.

Then he learned from the experience and decided to stay away from Snape, a colleague who was not very talkative.

Professor McGonagall left directly.

Snape: "..."

The Potion Master, who was rarely able to comfort someone, suffered a tragic loss. He also learned from the experience and decided never to try to understand the thoughts of these lions again.

So stupid.

Asseth watched with a smile the whole time, not daring to laugh out loud. Even so, he still received a slap in the face.

After the first dance ended, the little wizards dispersed around. Those who still wanted to dance continued dancing, while those who didn't want to dance found a place to sit down.

At this time, Dumbledore, who had finished dancing, returned to the teacher's chair alone.

Madame Maxime and Hagrid went dancing.

As he approached, he was caught off guard by three black faces and three gazes, and he couldn't help but slow down.

Had he offended Minerva and Severus?

He could still understand Gale looking at him like this, but what happened to these two people?

The principal, who was innocently shot, recalled everything he had done recently, but he didn't understand what happened.

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't want to think about it.

Ignoring the gazes of the two people, he waved his magic wand, and two long tables reappeared in the auditorium. The white tablecloths hung to the floor and were filled with various small desserts and drinks.

This was provided to replenish energy for the tired little wizard, but Dumbledore always felt that something was missing.

He thought for a moment and his eyes lit up.

Resolutely served butterbeer and eggnog alongside drinks at the long table.

"Oh, that's just right."

Professor McGonagall noticed the extra butterbeer and eggnog, and was about to say something when Professor Flitwick jumped down from the makeshift podium.

"These two are a bit lacking in flavor. Do you have Ogden Aged Firewhiskey?"

After Professor Flitwick finished speaking, he suddenly remembered the wine he drank in the German castle and couldn't help but look at Artes.

"Aces, do you have any good wine here?"

Don't tell me, Asseth really has it.

Before, he had nightmares that kept him awake, and he avoided Snape every day, missing him unbearably.

So I prepared a lot of wine in my alchemy ring and drank a few glasses at night to see if it could help me sleep.

Although it is of no use.

Asseth turned the alchemy ring on his hand and asked: "What kind of wine do you want? Is it the kind from the castle last time?"

“We don’t have much of that fruit wine from last time, but there are other alternatives that can be substituted. Do you want some Chilean red wine?”

Drinking buddy!

He knew Asseth was his drinking buddy!

Professor Flitwick spun around happily.

In Hogwarts, it was impossible for the serious Professor McGonagall to drink with him, and even less so for Snape.

Dumbledore liked desserts and wouldn't drink with him. Now, with Artis here, he finally didn't have to run out to find others to drink.

"Is there anything stronger?"

Professor Flitwick calmed down and made his request sheepishly.

"Stronger?"

Asseth said to himself, suddenly remembering the gift he had received before.

"Scottish Islay whiskey, although it is not a limited edition, but it should be pretty good. There is also Scottish Diva vodka, this one seems to be good too."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall looked over with disapproval.

Originally there was already an alcoholic Flitwick in Hogwarts, but now that Arthas can easily bring out so much wine, there is no doubt that he is also an alcoholic.

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall triumphantly.

Look, he only provided a little butterbeer and eggnog, but what Asseth brought out was all strong liquor, so it was better to have his candy.

"Wait, I'm just offering it, I won't drink it."

Realizing that both Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were looking at him like drunkards, Artes quickly explained.

At the same time, he glanced at Snape's expression with his peripheral vision, and happened to see Snape frown briefly.

"I don't drink." Asses repeated again.

He keeps wine, but is not an alcoholic.

Since Sif drank, he probably just didn't like the taste of alcohol before, so he just stopped drinking.

Professor Flitwick was a little disappointed.

He thought he would meet a like-minded drinking buddy at Hogwarts.

However, his disappointment soon dissipated in the wine that Asses brought out one after another.

Although I don’t have a drinking buddy, it’s nice to have wine.

Holding the wine that was almost higher than his own, Professor Flitwick happily went to find a place to drink.

Knowing the inside story and being observant, both Dumbledore and Grindelwald saw that Artes was secretly observing Snape's face as he spoke just now.

The two of them looked down upon him with tacit understanding.

Grindelwald stood behind Dumbledore, not afraid that he would see him, and smiled mockingly at Artes.

At the same time, Snape's voice rang in Arthur's mind, "You can't drink alcohol while taking the medicine."

Aces' eyes flashed slightly and he looked at Snape. Snape looked ahead, not looking at him.

After searching for a while in my brain, I finally found in the corner the doctor’s instructions that the hair loss doctor had been talking about that day.

There is a rule that prohibits drinking.

He had forgotten it, but he didn't expect Snape to remember it.

"I forgot, but luckily you are here."

"I don't expect your brain to remember anything." The potion master said in a strange way.

Asseth lowered his eyes and smiled. He did not refute this strange statement, but followed his words.

"I can't remember if you are still here?"

"I thought our alchemy professor wasn't a baby who couldn't live without his guardian?"

Snape couldn't help but sneered, and even the voice that passed through him had a bit of coldness.

"Actually I don't mind."

In terms of thickness of skin, the potion master could never compare to Artes every time, and this time too.

He simply cut off the communication, waited for the dance to end, and stopped talking to Asseth.

There happened to be the noise of an argument coming from the stairs, and Snape looked over to pass the time.

Unfortunately, the protagonist in the quarrel was the Gryffindor trio whom he didn't like. Immediately, the corners of his lips involuntarily curled up in a sarcastic arc.

"That's...stupid."

There is no need to know what happened. They are all P here among the potions professors, so this taunt was spat out without thinking.

The ignored Asseth also looked over.

Hermione never thought that this beautiful day would be ruined by Ron.

Everything was so beautiful.

Her new look was unanimously approved by everyone, even Asseth praised it.

Krum was sincere to her, and they were in perfect harmony with each other for that dance, but when Krum went to get a drink, she was splashed with cold water by Ron.

Now it is even said that she is a collaborator with Durmstrang.

Hermione stormed off.