HP: Embrace the Darkness

Miss Medusa did not hesitate this time, but quickly opened the door for Asseth.

This time, it must take a good look at how Asses smoothed their dean's hair, and then remembered how to coax their dean.

It really can't stand the dean slamming the door every day.

Aces didn't know what it was thinking, so when he saw the door opened, he walked in directly.

In the dark cellar, Snape raised his head when he heard the sound and looked coldly at Artes who walked in.

"It seems that Mr. Arthur is really a busy man. Maybe as his Potions Professor, I shouldn't bother him?"

Asseth knew that he was in the wrong, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense with him about other things, so he started to explain directly.

"Sorry, Professor, I just went to the Forbidden Forest to put away the potion for transforming into an Animagus."

It's just that you don't need to stay in the Forbidden Forest for two hours to do this.

A stupid excuse.

Snape sneered, but was interrupted by Artes just as he was about to continue taunting.

"One more thing happened. Can I borrow the professor's bedroom?"

As the principal, Dumbledore has the power to supervise the school, with the exception of the professors' bedrooms. It doesn't matter at ordinary times, there is nothing unusual that can attract his attention.

But this transformation, well...let's call it a transformation for now.

This transformation is different. It has powerful and special magic fluctuations. Artes is worried about being noticed by Dumbledore. This form can be regarded as his trump card. He doesn't want too many people to know about it.

Snape frowned fiercely, and his scrutinizing eyes fell on Artes, "What do you want to do?"

"A miracle."

Aces blinked mysteriously at Snape.

Snape glanced at him sideways, without saying anything, and his appraising eyes fell directly on Artes.

Aces looked calm and allowed him to look at him.

The silence in the cellar was soon broken.

Snape pushed away the chair, stood up and walked towards the bedroom. Seeing this, Artes also lifted his heels.

Behind them, Miss Medusa, who had been left behind, curled up her tail angrily.

"Why do you have to go to the bedroom to talk about it? Don't you want to be taught its methods, Cavendish, that annoying bastard?"

This was the first time that Asseth came to the Potion Master's bedroom. Like the Potion Master's, his bedroom was deserted, with things neatly arranged, and not much of a breath of life.

Assei looked at it while thinking about what he would say later.

In the middle of the bedroom, Snape stood still, "Can we talk now?"

"Of course, the professor looked at me."

Snape didn't know why, but turned to look at him.

Aces controlled the magic flow to the back of his hand, and the beautiful half-moon pattern was revealed. Then, the young boy's long body stretched and grew taller, and the pressure of an adult rushed towards his face.

At the same time, silver hair fell down to his waist under Snape's gaze.

"you……"

Aces turned into a living person on the spot, leaving Snape speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Asseth reached out and fiddled with his hair uncomfortably. He was still a little uncomfortable with long hair.

"It's this pattern. I don't know what's going on, but the unicorns told me there's nothing wrong with it."

Aces waved the back of his hand towards Snape, and the pattern on it lit up, as if greeting Snape.

Snape looked at Arthas expressionlessly.

"hand."

Aces obediently handed his hand to the Potion Master.

The magic flowed and returned to its master's hands.

"Why did your magic power grow so fast?"

"I don't know. It has so much magic power when it changes back, but it's just not that easy to control."

Aces played with his hair nonchalantly.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Snape wanted to stuff him into the potion bottle next to him.

Artes looked up belatedly and noticed the Potions Master's worry.

"It'll be okay, I promise."

He really felt like there would be no problem, he always trusted his instincts.

His long hair gradually shortened, and Asseth returned to his original appearance.

"Professor, keep it a secret for me."

"The best way to keep it secret is to not show off your specialness when you see someone."

Snape scoffed mercilessly.

Asseth turned around and pushed open the wooden door of the bedroom, "I'm not that stupid. I will only let the professor know about this for the time being."

After saying that, he walked out of the bedroom.

Snape looked at his back irritably, seriously considering whether to cast a curse to make him disappear completely.

After all, it was still short-tongued, and Snape regretfully gave up on this excellent idea.

"Professor, what do you want from me?"

Aces turned his back on guests and changed his chair to sit at the desk.

Snape, who followed him, sat down on the chair and pulled out a small pile of parchment from the table.

"Your paper."

At the door, Miss Medusa's eyes widened in shock.

Why! ?

Why is the dean not angry when he comes out? This is unreasonable. Did Cavendish, the bastard, use the Imperius Curse on their dean?

Miss Medusa fell into deep confusion.

"Is there anything wrong with the paper?"

Ace took the paper and turned it over.

"It's not a big problem, but do you need me to remind you?"

"I am the Potions Professor. Why did Mr. Asseth submit a paper on spells?"

Snape's finger pointed at the paper, and Artes couldn't help but move his eyes from the paper to his finger.

Is he a wizard who is proficient in potions, and his fingers are so... well... so...

Aces couldn't find an appropriate adjective for a moment.

"Tuk...Tuk"

Snape struck harder, and the sound brought back Artes' wandering thoughts.

"Ahem, sorry, professor, I was distracted."

Snape withdrew his hand and leaned back on the chair, frowning, and his probing eyes made Artes panic.

"You've been looking at my hands lately, why?"

"...I said I didn't know what would happen."

"What do you say?"

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at Artes who was rarely a little flustered.

"I saw a prophetic picture. It was the professor and someone else who made an unbreakable oath."

Aces looked at Snape's hand, his tone a little dull.

"Professor, please don't make an unbreakable vow with anyone else, okay?"

Aces is a Slytherin student, and Snape naturally knows his course selection, but it's just... a prophecy?

Snape was skeptical about the veracity of this prophecy.

"If you are really free, I can find something for you to do."

Aces knew he didn't believe it, but he couldn't say more, so he could only lower his head and respond dully.

"Thesis," Snape reminded.

Aces immediately put away his complicated emotions and looked back at the paper in his hand.

"The professor didn't restrict what I could write when he asked me to write a paper. I wrote everything I could think of in the first five papers. I really had no clue about the sixth paper, so I had to find another way."