HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape's oppressive voice echoed throughout the classroom.

In an instant, the classroom became silent, and even Asseth outside the classroom slowed down his breathing unconsciously.

When the classroom fell silent, Snape sullenly threw off his black robe and walked to Harry.

"Put your hands down, stupid girl."

He looked at Harry intently and said to Hermione who had her hands raised.

Then, he pulled out the stool and sat directly in front of Harry, looking closely into his eyes, feeling a strong sense of oppression.

"The following is for informational purposes only, Potter."

"Narcissus root mixed with mugwort makes a powerful sleeping potion, the water of life and death."

"Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a ram. It is much more useful than you. It can detoxify most poisons."

Snape said his answer without forgetting to mock Harry.

"Aconitum scaphoides and Aconitum lucidum are a type of plant that are collectively known as Aconitum."

He spoke quickly, with obvious impatience, and with the arrogance and disdain of a Potions Master.

The Savior and the other little wizards were so frightened by his tone that they could not speak.

Only Asseth outside the door felt something was wrong.

The little wizards didn't understand Snape, but Artes did.

Rather than humiliating the savior with his answers, the professor now seems to be more interested in hiding his absent-mindedness?

Although he didn't dare to look at Snape too openly.

However, Snape's complicated eyes in his peripheral vision and his slightly different tone from usual made him realize this.

After Snape said the last sentence, he paused for a moment before raising his voice and speaking to all the young wizards.

"So, why don't you write this down?"

The little wizards were aroused by his harsh words and quickly picked up their quills and started recording.

It wasn't until Harry lowered his head to write that Snape forced himself to turn his head and stop looking at Harry.

He stood up and walked to the podium.

At this time, Asseth outside the door no longer cared about being exposed.

He looked at Snape absently.

Why? Professor, what are you hiding?

This was the first time he had seen such a rude professor.

On the surface, Snape scolded the young wizard in a stern tone, but in the eyes of Arthas, it was more like he was changing the subject and covering up his gaffe.

Why? professor?

He stopped covering up and looked directly at Snape.

Snape, who was walking back to the podium, seemed to realize something, and his sharp eyes instantly looked towards the door.

When he saw Asseth at the door, Snape was stunned, and then he was at a loss.

Did you see this troll?

He pursed his lips and was speechless with Ass at the door.

After a moment, Snape took the lead to look away, no longer looking at Artes, but continued to walk onto the podium.

Artes looked at Snape on the podium, silently recited Snape's answer just now, and translated a sentence.

"I'm sorry about your mother's death?"

The mother of the savior?

Artes stood there in deep thought for a long time, until the voice of Snape's lecture sounded again, and he turned and left.

Noon, cellar door.

Aces and Miss Medusa looked at each other.

"The professor hasn't come back yet."

Miss Medusa repeated helplessly for the third time.

Asses remained indifferent and had no intention of leaving.

"I know he's in class, so I'm waiting for him here."

He looked so naughty that the tip of Miss Medusa's tail was curled up in anger.

What Snape saw when he came back was this strange scene.

Asses stood at the door of the cellar. Miss Medusa on the door grinned and almost made herself into a piece of cake.

"What are you doing?"

Aces raised his eyes and looked at the potion master who was walking towards him.

"I want to talk to you, Professor."

Damn it, he knew he couldn't hide it from this troll.

As early as when he saw Artes at the door, Snape already knew that his unusual behavior could not be hidden from Artes.

Those stupid trolls are easy to fool, but Asseth is not easy to fool.

He looked at Asseth with a sullen face, his cold eyes almost scraping off a layer of Ass's skin.

Asseth didn't seem to sense the Potion Master's resistance, and still stood at the cellar door.

There was a feeling that if the potion master didn't talk to him, he would block him for the whole day.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally Snape entered the cellar with a cold face.

The two sat opposite each other on the sofa.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Isn't it because Mr. Asseth is so delicate that he needs someone to chat with him?"

Snape's taunt, which has a rage bonus, is fully activated.

Aces didn't care about the potion master's ridicule and said to him with a smile.

"If the professor wishes."

Snape choked at his words.

"What on earth are you going to say?"

Snape said impatiently, he especially didn't want to waste time on this matter.

He leaned on the sofa, waiting for Asseth to ask the questions he didn't want to hear, and then mocked him severely.

"Do you need me to protect Mr. Potter? Professor."

Surprisingly, Artes didn't ask Snape any questions about his relationship with the Savior.

But the question made Snape angrier.

He stood up suddenly, put his hands on the table with a snap, lowered his head and glared at Asseth fiercely.

"Do you remember who you are? Mr. Cavendish."

"I really don't understand how you could be so stupid."

"Don't you understand yet? Nothing about that Potter is a good thing, so why would you foolishly step into this vortex?"

Snape was going crazy with him. How could anyone be so stupid as to jump into the trap himself?

Aces leaned back on the sofa, away from the Potions Master's wrath, and continued his analysis.

"I can protect Mr. Potter better as a student than as a professor."

"The Ron next to him is a child of the Weasley family. I know Fred and George, and with my alchemy tools, if I want, I can definitely know what they want to do and what they will do."

"And only the professor knows about my strength. No one will notice that a little wizard will have the strength of an adult wizard."

"So it's the best choice for me to protect him."

In his methodical analysis, Snape grew increasingly angry.

Asseth also knew that he was already on the verge of an outbreak, so he changed his words.

"Besides...how does the professor know that I am not in this whirlpool?"

"Perhaps I have been in this vortex since I entered Hogwarts?"

A few simple words made Snape's anger pause, and then he seemed to think of something, and the Potions Master became even more angry.

Damn old bee, how dare he!

Artes still didn't know that Dumbledore had once again taken the blame for him.

He just didn't want to hide it from Snape anymore, so he vaguely told him the purpose of his coming to Hogwarts.

Snape looked steadily at Artes, who did not give in and looked at Snape.

"what ever."

Snape looked away and stopped looking at him.