HP: Embrace the Darkness

Harry didn't want to affect his friendship with his friends just because of a title, so he quickly changed his name.

"Professor Snape must have wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone and was bitten by a three-headed dog."

Hermione didn't refute this time because she didn't know the answer either.

The trio's discussion was unknown to Artes, who was now on his way to the cellar.

At the cellar door, Miss Medusa opened her eyelids angrily.

"Are you too idle? Why are you running to the cellar every day?"

Aces raised his hand habitually and cast a temperature-regulating spell on Miss Medusa.

"No Tiantian, I'm here to see how the professor's wound is."

"The dean is a master of potions, so you don't need to care about your wounds."

Miss Medusa muttered, but her body was honest, wagging her tail and opened the door for Artes.

Aces thanked him and walked into the dark cellar.

"professor?"

From the sofa in the cellar came the friction of clothes and the low voice of the Potions Master.

"How did you come?"

Asseth looked for his voice and left. Snape's black robe fell down on the sofa and fluttered over his legs.

"Is the professor giving medicine?"

Aces walked over calmly, raised his hand to unbutton his cufflinks, and rolled up his sleeves.

"It's not convenient to apply medicine on the calf, can I do it?"

Before Snape could refuse, Artes had already taken the potion and squatted down.

The black robe was lifted, revealing the Potion Master's injured calf.

Looking at the wound that was almost bone deep, Artes suddenly felt that the sleeping spell last time was too weak.

Let's use the petrification spell next time. Asseth silently decided the ending for the three-headed dog.

"Professor, haven't you taken any medicine these days?"

Asses was helpless when he checked the wound. Is there any difference between this wound and that time?

Snape had a cold face and said nothing.

Okay, he's here to apply the medicine.

Asseth reluctantly took the potion and poured it into his hand.

The hand with clear joints gently held the fair and injured calf, and gently applied the medicine.

Snape just watched quietly as Artes applied the medicine to him as if there was no one around.

"It seems that Mr. Ass might as well not ask questions next time, because he doesn't need answers at all."

He sneered and mocked Asseth.

Aces didn't seem to hear his taunt, lowering his head and concentrating on applying the medicine.

"Professor, today's curse was recited by Quirrell."

Feeling the tension in the muscles in his hands, Artes casually mentioned a topic to divert the Potion Master's attention.

At the same time, the three-headed dog had another way to die in his mind.

"you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, and he was the one who put the troll in last time."

Snape was not surprised by this. He also noticed Quirrell's flaws last time.

"What else did you find?"

Snape was keenly aware of the boy's hesitation.

"Professor...has the dark mark on your arm changed recently?"

Asses hesitated again and again and finally asked.

Hearing his question, Snape's left arm subconsciously shrank, and his brain instinctively wanted to activate Occlumency.

Artes regretted it as soon as he asked the question, and now that he saw Snape's little behavior, he regretted it even more.

"Speaking of which, I also have a mark on my body."

Snape's attention was diverted. He stared at Artes nervously, his eyes scanning over him.

"Mark?"

After Asseth applied the last bit of medicine, he raised his hand with the back of his hand facing up.

Magic power surged, and a beautiful silver half-moon mark appeared on the back of the white hand, shining brightly.

The moment he saw the mark, Snape relaxed slightly.

The feeling this mark gave him was not as dark and violent as the Dark Devil's mark, but rather gentle.

"What mark is this?"

Aces' gaze fell on the back of his hand, his eyes soft.

"Professor, do you remember when my magic was suddenly soothed?"

"unicorn?"

Snape instantly recalled this magical event.

Aces nodded, "This is a gift from my unicorn friends. More specifically, I can't say, this involves their safety."

"I trust the professors, but I can't betray their trust, so even my parents don't know about this."

Snape looked away and stopped asking.

Asseth stood up and tidied up the messy potions, giving instructions as he did so.

"Professor, try not to get too close to Quirrell, there's something wrong with him."

"Hmph, didn't we already guess that something was wrong with him?"

"That's not it."

Aces hesitated for a moment, then told Snape.

"He has two souls in him."

Snape stiffened, almost unable to believe his ears.

"You mean... two... souls?"

"Just a guess."

Aces was not sure either. He had previously suspected that Quirrell was a Horcrux, but after testing it, he found that it didn't look like it.

The tools for detecting Horcruxes would not get hot in front of him, but would get slightly hot in front of the savior.

Just because it's not a Horcrux doesn't mean that Voldemort's soul is not in his body.

Aces recalled the creepy feeling of meeting Quirrell for the first time and Estela's death.

"Anyway, professor, try to stay away from him."

"I don't need you to tell me what to do."

Snape calmed down and was dissatisfied with Artes's dictation.

Aces buttoned up his cufflinks slowly.

"I'm not dictating, I'm just suggesting. Professor, if you mind, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"But Professor, I won Quidditch, can I get a reward?"

Snape looked at Arthas impatiently, wondering what he was going to do.

"Professor, can you give me the medicine?"

Aces stood in front of Snape, looking down at him.

Snape twitched the corners of his mouth in displeasure and asked sincerely.

"Is your brain blocked by splendens?"

Otherwise, why would you hold on to his wound all day long?

"Professor knows, the Quidditch game is over, and I still have time now."

"Since Mr. Asseth has time, please submit an eighteen-inch paper and I will check it myself."

The words "personally check" were bitten hard by Snape.

Aces was stunned for a moment, "Of course, when I hand in my paper, if the professor doesn't mind, can I check the recovery of the wound?"

Snape did not expect that even the paper could not silence him.

"Two servings."

He spoke expressionlessly.

Asseth nodded helplessly.

Yes, if we continue talking, ten papers are possible, so he wisely chose to change the topic.

"They are holding a celebration today. Professor, would you like to come and see it?"

Snape was satisfied with his success in silencing Artes and felt much better.

Now I just raised my eyebrows when I heard Asseth's invitation.

"Are you sure you can still hold your stupid celebration if I go?"