HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Of course I remember."

Asseth put down the gift in his hand and didn't care at all about his sarcastic words.

"But I'm working hard to qualify."

"...I really hope your mind has not been dazzled by the so-called love and love, turning you into a stupid old bee who only talks about love."

At this time in Nurmengard, Dumbledore suddenly sneezed loudly, which scared Grindelwald and quickly ran to close the window.

Then he looked at Dumbledore worriedly. His Alco had caught a cold in the wind.

In the Potions Room, Snape was still sarcastic:

"If you still have sense, you should know better than to waste your time on such useless things."

"Or is it that your mind can't think of anything else except these things?"

After saying that, he sneered.

The potion master was so angry that Assei didn't change his expression, and he was even in the mood to joke:

"Maybe that's it?"

All the words were choked back by these light words, and Snape felt as helpless as if he had punched cotton.

Stubborn and ineffective.

He was so angry that he stopped talking and turned to refining the potion in front of him.

Aces laughed in his heart.

Slytherin's Viper Headmaster was more soft-hearted than he thought. He wanted to persuade him to give up on this matter, but he didn't even say a single excessive word, and he didn't mention anything about his overstepping.

Like a cat scratching someone without stretching out its claws, it has no power at all, and all his mental preparation is in vain.

After his confession that day, he didn't go to the cellar for several days, not only to give the Potions Master time to adapt, but also to give himself time to adapt.

No one knew what Snape was thinking better than him.

Voldemort was still alive and wanted to walk between black and white as a double agent. Just two reasons were enough for Snape to push him away.

So he thought about all the ways and possibilities that Snape could use to force him away, and was mentally prepared, but he seemed to have misjudged Snape's tolerance for him.

Aces looked at Snape's side face thoughtfully, maybe he could push a little further?

The potions master was a little uncomfortable being stared at, and the movements of his hands slowed down. Artes wisely rolled up his sleeves and struck down his hands before he could curse.

After carefully identifying the potion in the crucible, Artes let out a sigh and asked curiously: "Is this a soul soothing potion?"

"It seems like your brain is still functioning."

"Of course, how can you qualify if you don't transfer?"

Artes said proudly, but Snape's hand that put the material in shook, and most of the gray powder fell out.

He didn't say anything, so why were these words so damaging to Snape?

A look of surprise flashed in Ass's eyes, and even though he was surprised, he waved his hand to catch the powder.

The powder stopped a second before it came into contact with the potion.

Facing the Potions Master's glare, Artes shook off a small amount of powder with a guilty conscience, which was just the right amount.

"It's okay, let's continue."

Snape snorted and corrected him.

"It's not us, it's me."

"Do you need me to invite you out or throw you out?"

Is there any difference between these two options? He didn't want to choose either.

Artes smiled guiltily and stood a little closer to Snape, his head slightly lowered and as dejected as a little white tiger who had done something wrong.

"Can I choose not to go out?"

"I promise not to talk."

Aces didn't show much weakness in front of Snape, and he didn't show much directness.

The venom was about to spit out from Snape's mouth. When Artes was dejected, he turned around and held it back again, choking himself so much.

Not hearing the voice of rejection, Artes raised his head and met Snape who was looking at him.

Without even hesitating, his eyelids drooped, his eyebrows lowered, and he looked frustrated and aggrieved.

When Asseth was very young, the Duke was kicked out of the house by Anna for not knowing what he had done.

So Asses was lucky enough to meet a pitiful duke that day.

Later, when the Duke came to the house again, he told Asseth that showing weakness appropriately at certain times can achieve unexpected results.

At that time, little Asseth remembered it and quickly mastered it. This trick was especially effective for Anna.

Now, it seems to be working.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Snape did not resist Artes' gaze and turned his head to agree that he would stay.

It seems like you can really push yourself a little further.

Aces lowered his head to hide the surprise in his eyes and concentrated on fighting.

The soul soothing potion was quickly completed with the silent cooperation of the two people. After Snape installed the potion, Artes spoke to break the silence.

"Why did you suddenly think of making a soul soothing agent?"

He actually didn't expect a response from Snape when he spoke. After all, he had just tested the other party's bottom line.

But he didn't expect that Snape not only answered, but the content of his answer was also about him.

"In other words, Principal Dumbledore has a headache all day because of me?"

The corner of Asseth's mouth twitched, wanting to refuse this offer. Dumbledore knew that he was using Legilimency at the time.

But he knew that the alchemy tools he had on him were not that powerful at all, giving the greatest white wizard of this century a headache for a day.

"It's not about the alchemy tools."

He frowned and categorically refuted Snape's words.

"No one knows the role of alchemy tools better than me. Although there are indeed a few more, it won't give him a headache for a day."

Alchemy was not something Snape was good at, and he was not stupid enough to question someone who came from an alchemy family and was extremely talented.

"Why is that? I remember you...you turned off the alchemy tool at that time."

"because--"

Assel paused and said a little sadly.

"Because it's not a test."

Snape was startled, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

He understood what Artes meant. He had the idea of ​​driving people away and was completely merciless, while Dumbledore was just testing. The two levels were different.

He opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

Aces noticed his actions and changed the subject calmly.

"So the problem is definitely not with the alchemy tools. With Principal Dumbledore's strength, my alchemy tools can at best block him."

"Then...the problem lies with you?"

Snape looked up and down at Asseth, but didn't think there was anything special about him.

Aces actually has some conjecture about this issue, but he has no way to verify this conjecture.

"you know?"

Snape was such a perceptive person. He was instantly aware of Artes' strange behavior, but Artes didn't want to hide it from him.

"I can't say I know, I just have a guess."

"What guess?"

"Before, the unicorn leader, Cynthia, said that I was special."