HP: Embrace the Darkness

He didn't care, since this damn troll didn't care about his life at all, so why did he care so much.

Seeing Snape no longer looking at him, Artes frowned, and then made a decision that was a bit too reckless for him.

He stretched out his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes, then stood up and walked slowly to the dark-faced Potions Master.

Artes stood in front of Snape. Faced with the Potions Master's doubts, Artes bowed slightly, lightly covering his left chest with his right hand, then raised his head and looked directly into the Potions Master's eyes.

The next second, a gorgeous chant-like tone flowed out of his mouth.

"Severus, I promise you on Cavendish's behalf that nothing will happen to me."

"Of course, so is Mr. Potter."

This is a ritual of commitment between wizards and nobles.

Snape knew this etiquette.

He knew this etiquette because Lucius had surrendered to Voldemort before.

A ceremony solemn enough for Lucius to choose to use when he surrendered to Voldemort.

In this way, Asses used it on him casually, still in the name of his surname.

This left Snape speechless for a moment.

"you……"

Artes straightened up and looked at Snape with a smile.

"Professor, don't worry now."

"As a qualified noble, I will not break my promise."

Snape pursed his lips and said nothing more.

It's just that he is very complicated inside now.

He didn't expect that all his hidden nervousness and panic would be discovered by Asseth, and then calmed down easily.

Since when had Ass's influence on him grown to this extent?

This discovery made Snape panic, and he even eagerly threw Artes out of the cellar.

After being thrown out countless times, Artes, who was used to it, said hello to Miss Medusa and left the cellar.

At this time, the two people in different moods did not realize that the gears of fate had been turning and changing, but the two people who had been changed did not notice it.

In the cellar, after Asseth left.

Snape didn't know how many times he reflected on the distance between himself and Artes.

He leaned on the sofa with empty eyes, weighing the pros and cons indifferently in his heart.

Snape went over in his mind everything that had happened to Artes when he enrolled in school.

Then he discovered that contact with Asseth had always been beneficial to him.

A powerful, wealthy family and a gifted heir.

With Asses' almost undefended trust in him.

It is not difficult for him to use the family behind him or himself.

Utilizing them will make this difficult battle easier.

The price was just a family and heir that had nothing to do with him.

So why didn't he do this?

Aces' trusting eyes suddenly appeared in Snape's mind.

As if he had been burned, he immediately abandoned his previous thoughts.

What was he thinking about?

He actually wanted to take advantage of the child who trusted him.

The child trusted him so much, but he wanted to take advantage of the child and his family.

He really is...

Snape closed his eyes in embarrassment, unable to control himself from feeling disgusted with such a despicable and selfish self.

The gloomy darkness of the cellar was like a demon in the darkness, clawing at Snape with its claws.

Snape almost let himself go, allowing himself to wallow in self-loathing.

People like him should probably wither and rot in the darkness, leaving only residue.

At this time in the auditorium, Asseth kept replying to Draco's words, but he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes kept scanning the auditorium.

what exactly is it?

Elise noticed his irritability and calmly lured Draco away.

"What's the matter, sir?"

Asses was not in the mood to explain to Elise. Seeing this, Elise became silent.

After scanning the auditorium for an unknown number of times, Asseth finally came to his senses.

Where is the professor?

Did he eat in the cellar or not?

Distracted by Snape's eating situation, Artes calmed down.

No, the professor looked wrong when he asked him to leave the cellar.

Artes suddenly remembered Snape's sudden panic before leaving the cellar.

Really uneasy, Asseth put down his knife and fork and left the auditorium directly.

Artes quickly shuttled through the corridors of Hogwarts, and when he came to the cellar, he was a little out of breath after a long time.

"Open the door."

Aces was really in no mood to tangle with Miss Medusa this time.

"I'll ask the professor..."

Before Miss Medusa could finish speaking, she was directly petrified by Asseth.

Aces's wand pointed at the keyhole.

"Araho Cave is open."

The door lock was unlocked, and Asseth pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

There was no fireplace or lights in the cellar, and it was pitch dark. Asses just carried the subtle light from the corridor and broke into the dark cellar regardless.

"professor?"

Aces narrowed his eyes and looked at the vague figure on the sofa.

Snape wanted to hide away the moment Artes came in, but Artes' observation was so keen that he could see him at a glance even in such a dark cellar.

"What are you doing back?"

The hoarse voice startled Asseth, and then he realized what he was saying and hurried forward.

"What's wrong with you Professor?"

Snape sat on the sofa without moving, looking coldly at Artes' worried look.

The more Asses worried about him, the meaner he felt.

"leave me alone."

He said coldly.

Aces was stunned for a moment and looked at him in confusion.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. How could Mr. Asseth do anything wrong?"

Snape's tone was quick and rushed.

Aces stood a few steps away from Snape and spoke carefully.

"Professor? I'm very..."

"Shut up and don't apologize."

Snape almost yelled these words at Artes, which scared Artes to the point of subconsciously swallowing his saliva.

Aces was stunned, and then collapsed.

Merlin's glasses, he swallowed his mandrake in one go!

Forget it, it just doesn't prevent him from communicating with the professor now.

Aces thought in self-deprecation, then calmed down, slowed down his speech, and looked into Snape's eyes.

"I'm not apologizing, Professor. What I want to say is that I'm worried about you. I don't know what's wrong with you, Professor, but if it's trouble, then I can more or less help."

"So professor, can you tell me?"

When he said this again, Snape looked at Artes gloomily, and then he slowly gave a mocking smile.

"What do you want me to tell you? Do you want me to tell you that I am trying to take advantage of you and your family?"

Snape said these words word by word with empty eyes.

Artes frowned and looked at Snape.

Snape scoffed.

See, he knew he couldn't take it.

"So the professor is just uncomfortable with what you think?"

Aces asked calmly.