HP: Embrace the Darkness

If he said he didn't understand Snape, Artes really didn't understand him, but if he said he did, he understood him very well.

For example, now, he could tell what Snape was thinking at a glance.

Looking at the troubled Potions Master, Asses felt completely helpless.

Even the peach blossom eyes were stained with a little smile, shining brightly in the dark cellar.

Merlin! How could Sif be so cute?

Of course, he didn't dare to laugh out loud, otherwise the Potions Master would be furious.

After the pleasure, there is unstoppable heartache.

Out of respect, he had not investigated Snape before, so apart from knowing that he was a Death Eater, he knew nothing else.

He didn't know what it was that made this arrogant Potions Master so afraid of...

Feeling so distressed, Asseth thought for a moment, put away the handkerchief in his hand, and slowly leaned closer to the table.

"Sev, actually you don't have to worry so much."

How could it not be entangled.

Snape gave the soft-spoken troll a cold glance.

Why don't you try it instead?

"I don't understand why it's me. There are obviously so many people around you."

Snape really couldn't understand this question.

The people around Asseth are all the best among their peers, and his identity also means that he does not need to condescend in this matter.

To put it bluntly, there are countless families who are staring at him eagerly.

So why him?

"I guess this shouldn't require a reason, right?"

"Of course, if you have to give me a reason, I can give it to you."

"Because you are Severus Snape."

"Because is you."

A man's eyes are deep, and when he looks at someone seriously and tenderly, they are like a sea that can drown people, making people willing to indulge in it.

"So it's you."

Snape was stunned for a moment.

But he quickly reacted, lowered his face, and looked away unnaturally.

A slick-tongued troll.

Damn it, he wants to use Occlumency again...

But Asses didn't give him this chance.

He stood up directly and walked around to the Potions Master's side, reaching for the hand on the table with his right hand.

The two were a little close, and Snape moved unconsciously, but did not move away.

He wanted to see what this troll wanted to do.

Feeling the Potion Master's rejection, Asseth's hands naturally turned to his sleeves, and his fingers picked up the material of the cuffs.

What does this stupid troll want to do?

Snape watched his actions with cold eyes, unable to guess what he was thinking, so he could only suppress the panic in his heart and said coldly:

"If your stupid brain is still functioning, you should know that I won't agree to it."

Aces' hand finally stopped on the back of his hand with restraint, holding the cuff of his hand.

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree."

Their hands were only a finger apart and did not touch each other directly.

But Snape felt it was better to hold it directly. This kind of vague contact was even stranger.

But soon, he no longer had the intention to pay attention to the two people's hands.

"Sev, I just want to tell you that it is not a shackle, and you don't have to be afraid of it."

"Of course I'm not either, at least not to you."

it?

Snape's eyes sharpened, and the emotion he had deliberately ignored in his heart was pointed out, and he tensed up almost instantly.

How does this troll know!

How much does he know? Has he investigated me?

As if he knew what Snape was thinking, Artes said softly: "I don't know, I just... felt it."

After the last word fell, he leaned closer, put his free left hand around Snape's shoulder, and pulled Snape close to his arms.

A brief, comforting hug.

Warm breath hit the side of the face, and the two breaths intertwined in anticipation.

Snape's body stiffened for a moment, and the next second he raised his hand to push Artes away.

However, before he could push away, Asseth stood up straight naturally.

Only the sleeves on my hands have not been let go.

Snape frowned and pulled away.

The sleeves were retracted easily without any resistance.

As Asseth said just now, he is not a shackle, and it is not a shackle.

Snape turned his head and looked up at Arthas.

The man looked at him gently with a smile on his face, lowered his eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he looked over, with a bit of mischief.

Seems to say, look, it's not a shackle.

"Sev, maybe you don't know? In fact, I didn't intend to let you know this at the beginning."

"Then why are you telling me now."

Snape paused, it was him who forced Legilimency.

"No, Sev."

Seeing what he was thinking, Asseth shook his head in denial.

"If I really don't want you to know, it's not difficult to hide it. I gave up my previous thoughts and chose to let you know."

Asses said, waving his hand to light the fireplace. Under the bright and soft firelight, his silhouette also had an alluring warmth.

"Because I want you to know that Severus Snape is worth it."

Worth a warm hug.

Worth all the good things.

He didn't know what he had experienced or why he avoided it, so he could only give him a hug and tell him it was worth it.

"..."

These words brought the warmth of a fireplace, gently wrapping Snape's heart without causing any burn.

"enough."

he said hoarsely.

"It's time for you to leave."

Such warmth was too tempting for a person who lived in the cellar all year round. In the end, Snape almost panicked and drove Artes out of the cellar.

At the cellar door, Artes and Miss Medusa looked at each other again.

Miss Medusa asked curiously, "Why does the dean seem to be well again?"

Leaving Snape's sight, Artes's face quickly darkened, "What did he look like when he came back?"

"You mean Dean?"

"he……"

Miss Medusa waved her tail hesitantly.

Finally decided to tell Asseth.

Because it was later discovered that Aces seemed to have a bit of influence on their dean. Maybe they had a good relationship?

"When the dean came back, he looked very bad. It looked like he had stayed up for several nights without sleeping. His eyes looked scary, just like he did a long time ago."

"A long time ago?"

Aces quickly grasped the key words in Miss Medusa's words.

"About...more than ten years ago?"

Aces counted the time silently in his mind, "You mean twelve years ago?"

Miss Medusa looked at Asseth in surprise, "How do you know?"

Savior.

Aces confirmed what he was thinking.

"Mr. Cavendish? How do you know?"

"Just say it casually."

Just say it casually? What about coaxing children?

Miss Medusa looked at him speechlessly. Is it that stupid? You can't even find a good reason for perfunctory.

"Forget it, I'm not curious!"

"Go quickly, don't block my sun here."

There will naturally be no sunlight in the deep underground cellar, and Miss Medusa doesn't like to bask in the sun.

She just loves her master, but Miss Medusa is also a vengeful person. She immediately gave a rather perfunctory and outrageous reason and started to drive people away.

Just like the potion master, he would avenge his hatred on the spot, and he wouldn't be able to bear this anger for a second.

Asseth couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I won't block your sun."

As soon as he said this, Miss Medusa became even more angry. She didn't even give him a straight face, only pointed her tail at him and shook her left and right.

Not very etiquette but a bit approachable.

Aces knew that Miss Medusa's behavior meant that she regarded him as one of her own.

"Don't be angry, I recently got an emerald with extremely high clarity."

Upon hearing the word emerald, Miss Medusa's tail swayed slower and finally stopped completely.

Aces raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile and determination in his eyes.

"I'm thinking about what to make of it, otherwise..."

He pretended to be mysterious, and his protracted words tickled Miss Medusa's heart.

Finally, it couldn't help but turn around. Its cold snake eyes were round, not much different from those of a cat. If you look closely, you can see a clear sense of stupidity.

"Otherwise what?"