HP: Embrace the Darkness

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What a stupid troll.

Snape sneered.

"Just? What I want to do is to roast your life and your family's entire family on the fire."

"Do you still think it's just that?"

"Didn't the professor not do this?"

Aces frowned slightly, wondering why Snape cared about something that didn't happen at all.

Snape sneered at Asseth's words.

"If you're basing everything on the idea that it hasn't happened yet."

"Then I can only regret to tell you that your stupid brain will not allow you to escape when death is imminent."

So the professor is determined to use him, right?

But how can anyone in the world just have the idea of ​​​​using him and then feel guilty telling others that he wants to use his idea?

Professor, Professor, how can I not believe you when you do this?

Artes sighed, then looked at Snape seriously.

"Then how does the professor know that I have never thought of taking advantage of you?"

"Professor, as a master of potions, has a lot of benefits and value. How does Professor know that I have not thought of using you, or even put it into practice?"

Snape thought of the special potions fund.

"You mean that fund?"

"Oh, I hope your stupid mind can understand that as long as I don't want to, you can't get anything from the funds that have no restrictions."

Aces was a little helpless. Of course he knew that Snape would get nothing if he didn't want to.

Because his original intention from the beginning was not to exploit.

"But the professor cannot deny that, regardless of whether the professor agrees or not, the moment the funds are connected to the professor, we are taking advantage of the professor's influence, aren't we?"

Aces's sophistry was not completely wrong, so Snape did not refute it for a while.

Aces knew that his statement was untenable and did not dare to give Snape a chance to think, so he continued.

"It's normal to take advantage of the interactions between people, not to mention that we are Slytherins. In their words, we are cunning Slytherins."

Aces raised his eyebrows and joked to lighten the atmosphere, although the effect didn't look good.

"Professor has seen more use and exchange of benefits between Slytherins than I do, so I won't go into details."

"Let's just say that since I was a child, except for my parents and other people around me, there is no one who approaches me with the intention of taking advantage of me."

"Their intentions are much more sinister than the professor's. Compared with the professor personally telling me that he has the idea of ​​taking advantage, the fact that they have taken action and worked hard for it is even more disgusting."

"What's more, in the two years we have known each other, the professor has had so many opportunities to take advantage of me, but hasn't he failed to take advantage of me?"

"Of course, if the professor insists on planning for a rainy day, then I can tell the professor directly."

"I believe Professor, I believe there are reasons for your actions, so you can safely use me, but I am not someone who can be easily used."

Asseth's eyes shone in the darkness, and the faint light behind him shone on him, blurring his outline. Snape could only vaguely see the wanton smile on his face.

"If you want to use it, the professor must first prepare the price for using it. Is this considered compensation?"

After saying this, Asseth put away his smile, looked down at Snape tenderly, and slowly said what he wanted to say from just now.

"So, Professor, I never care about your use. As long as we are more than just using each other, that's enough."

More than just using it?

Snape looked at Arthur's eyes a little blankly.

Do you believe him to this extent?

"What about your family? Don't you care about them either?"

In his absence, Snape heard his own cold voice.

Aces shrugged, not caring about Snape's indifference.

"No, it's not that I don't care, I just believe in them just like I believe in professors."

"And Professor, you underestimate them. They are far more difficult to deal with than you think. Even through me, they will not be easily exploited."

"So Professor, can you rest assured?"

Aces asked, looking closely into Snape's eyes.

Snape's eyes moved slightly, avoiding his gaze.

"There is no need for the professor to think that he is sinister because of his own thoughts. People are selfish. This kind of thinking is understandable."

"If everyone cared about their own thoughts like the professor, there might be no bad people in the world."

Afraid that Snape was still thinking wildly, Artes continued to persuade.

Snape snorted.

He was never a good person.

Seeing his brows relax, Asses knew that he had figured it out.

call……

Finally, I comforted the professor.

Aces breathed a long sigh of relief, and after relaxing, frustration suddenly came to his heart.

Failed again.

Remembering the ruined situation when he arrived, Artes could only look at Snape with a wry smile.

"Professor, are there any mandrake leaves here?"

In order to force himself to succeed at once, he deliberately did not bring any spare leaves. Unexpectedly, he failed again the next day.

Mandrake? Animagus?

Snape's eyes fell on Artes' lips.

It seems that when he first came in, this troll's way of speaking was indeed a bit strange.

But then he no longer felt that way, so was he stupid enough to swallow the mandrake leaves?

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Artes with a bit of disgust.

"The mandrake leaves are in the potions room."

Obviously, the potion master had no intention of condescending himself and personally bringing the mandrake leaves to Asseth.

Aces could only walk to the familiar potion room by himself.

As he passed the fireplace, Artes waved his wand, and the warm firelight illuminated the cellar.

It was true that Artes was familiar with the potions room. According to Snape's habit of placing potions, he quickly found the bottle labeled Mandrake among the densely packed bottles.

After pouring several leaves from it, Asses stopped shaking the bottle.

This time he no longer had the idea of ​​a one-time success, so he took a few extra tablets as backup.

Stepping out of the potion, Asses called out Nina.

"Professor didn't have lunch, did he? Do you want something to eat?"

Seeing that Snape wanted to refuse, Artes added another sentence.

"It just so happens that I didn't have time to finish lunch just now."

Snape looked at Artes with disgust, and finally nodded reluctantly under Artes' gaze.

What a troublesome troll!