HP: Embrace the Darkness

"What are you going to do now?"

Snape put down Artes and quietly changed the subject, and the little white tiger's attention was instantly diverted.

His claws scratched on the ground, turning up the wet soil, and his lowered eyes peeked at the Potions Master from time to time, looking a little guilty.

"I don't know what to do,...professor, can you take me in?"

Snape looked at the dirt on his hands with disgust, and after hearing his words, he wanted to throw him out even more.

Just looking at the heartless Ass with his belly spread out on the ground was a little unbearable.

If it were Artes in human form, he would naturally not have such thoughts, but Artis's current appearance was no different from that of a kitten.

After a moment of silence, the Potions Master relented.

"Yes, but you can only stay in the cellar. As for your classes, I will ask for leave for you."

The little white tiger stood up excitedly, snarled and pounced on the potion master's trouser leg, holding his trouser leg in his mouth and making a coquettish sound.

Snape stiffened and began to regret his decision.

But Asses didn't give him a chance to regret, and turned directly to Antonio and growled in pleasure.

"Antonio, please go back and tell Cynthia not to worry about them. I will go see them again after a while."

Antonio looked at Aces reluctantly, "Okay."

It turned its head reluctantly and was about to leave, but was stopped by Asseth who remembered something.

"Antonio, can you give me some of your hair?"

Antonio nodded, turned around and shook his body, and the silver magic came to Snape with large patches of hair.

Snape waved his wand and took the hair.

Aces purred happily at Antonio, and Antonio left with peace of mind.

After Antonio left, Snape looked at a large ball of silver-white hair in front of him, "What do you want with so much unicorn hair?"

"If you don't do anything, it's for the professor. I can't do anything now."

As he said that, Asseth raised his paw and grunted helplessly.

Snape raised his eyebrows and had some ideas after looking at so many unicorn hairs.

Asseth knew what he was thinking by looking at his face, so he didn't bother him and just kept catching the bugs in the grass.

As soon as he pressed down a bug, Artes froze. He calmly looked back at Snape and purred comfortingly.

"Professor, I can feel my sanity starting to slip away. Don't worry, Professor, I'll be fine."

Aces paused, looked up into the Potion Master's eyes, flicked his tail, and continued.

"The next thing that controls the body is the instinct of a little white tiger. Even a young tiger is still a tiger. The tiger's animal nature has not been lost, and I am unconscious. If I threaten the professor, please find a cage to lock me up."

"Professor, don't worry about me. I'm thick-skinned and thick-skinned in this state. I'll be fine even if I'm locked up for a day or two. Professor, your own safety is the top priority."

The little white tiger warned carefully, speaking urgently and quickly.

Snape lowered his eyes and looked at the small white tiger, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The little white tiger's tail swayed in mid-air, carrying the owner's anxiety.

Not long after Asseth finished his explanation, his originally rational eyes became confused and gradually became simple again.

Under Snape's gaze, the little white tiger stood up unsteadily, opened its wet eyes, and looked at Snape confusedly.

As if he was sure of something, the little white tiger spread out his limbs and walked towards Snape.

Snape remained motionless, moved the unicorn's hair away, and calmly watched what the little white tiger wanted to do.

But unlike the hostility he expected, the little white tiger nudged to his feet, gently holding the dewy trousers in its mouth, looking at him pitifully, and made a grunting sound.

Snape resisted the idea of ​​kicking him out and looked at him.

"walk on my own."

The little white tiger tilted his head and looked at Snape blankly, as if he didn't understand what he meant. His white head kept rubbing against his trousers, leaving his own scent.

Seeing that it didn't make sense, Snape frowned and waved his wand, levitating the little white tiger.

The feeling of being suspended in mid-air was a bit strange. The little white tiger shook his head from side to side and slid his four little claws tentatively. He let out a panicked breath when he found that he had not stepped on the ground.

The little white tiger looked around, and when he saw Snape, his screams became even louder. Snape couldn't bear it and had no choice but to put him down.

With his feet on the ground, the little white tiger calmed down.

Snape looked at the little white tiger, who looked back confusedly.

After a long stalemate, Snape turned and left, but his steps were very slow. After walking for a while, he stopped and looked back at the little white tiger.

The little white tiger looked at him confusedly, and when he saw him stop, he hurriedly followed him.

Seeing that he was following him, Snape continued to walk towards the Forbidden Forest, the corners of his robe tumbling. Now the little white tiger understood what he meant, his eyes lit up, and he followed his robe closely.

They are all cats, and the swaying robe is no different from a cat teaser in the eyes of the little white tiger.

He suddenly lowered his body, closed his ears, arched his waist, and moved his eyes along the corners of his robe.

The moment the corner of the robe paused, the little white tiger swooped up and rushed straight to the corner of the robe. The claws and nails on its hands stretched out and scratched towards the black robe.

"Shira..."

By the time Snape reacted and gathered his black robe, the corners of his robe had already been scratched several times by the little white tiger.

Looking at the scratches on it, the little white tiger cautiously stepped away and started licking its paws to hide it.

Snape's face was expressionless, and he lowered his head and looked gloomily at the little white tiger on the ground, who was licking his paws with a guilty conscience.

The little white tiger's movements became slower and slower until he froze completely.

But fortunately, the black robe on Snape was an alchemy robe given by Artes, which has the function of repairing.

Within a few seconds, the scratched robe corner returned to its original shape.

The little white tiger was dumbfounded as he watched his prey return to its original state, and arched his body again unwillingly.

Snape felt that if this situation continued, he would not be able to return to the cellar today. He had no choice but to pick up the little white tiger.

When he picked up the little white tiger, the little white tiger's sharp claws subconsciously retracted, leaving only the pink and white flesh pads resting on Snape's body.

The little white tiger was surprisingly close to the Potions Master, and he nuzzled Snape's hand coquettishly without making any fuss about getting off.

Snape didn't notice this childish behavior.

It seems that this troll is really no different from a troll now.

He sneered in his heart, his hands were not very strong, but he steadily supported the little white tiger to leave the forbidden forest.

Along the way, Snape used the Disillusionment Charm to avoid other young wizards.

His black robe was flying, and the little wizard who passed by him felt a chill rush into his heart, making him feel cold.

They looked at each other in confusion, and they all suspected that Peeves was responsible.

So Peeves became the third person (ghost) in Hogwarts to suffer a strange injustice throughout the ages.

Snape didn't know how the little wizard felt, but Snape knew that if the damn white tiger in front of him didn't let go of his herbs, then he would never let Ass go.