HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape's anger dropped, and Artes seized the opportunity to lean over and hold his hand, answering the question in a low voice.

"Sev, I didn't speak just now because I was thinking about how to explain it to you, and I can admit that you called me a bastard, but I don't think I'm arrogant."

"You know I won't do anything I'm not sure about, so Sev, what are you angry about?"

In the darkness, Snape saw Asseth's eyes bright and gentle, his eyes calm.

Different from Dumbledore's calmness, there was no understanding or pity, only pure worry.

The warmth from the hands was particularly obvious in the cold classroom. The warmth spread from the hands to the heart, seeping bit by bit.

Snape was inexplicably angry.

He didn't answer Asseth's question because he didn't know what he was angry about. His anger came inexplicably and suddenly.

Maybe he was angry with Arthas for not having the brains to leave the basilisk, maybe he was angry with Dumbledore, or maybe both.

Artes guessed Snape's answer from his face and secretly felt cute but didn't dare to show it.

"Sev, if you are worried about the basilisk, don't worry, the basilisk is blind."

Although it may get better in the future.

Artes didn't say this. It was more important to appease Snape now.

"blind?"

"Yes, Dumbledore's phoenix pecked it out. Didn't he tell you?"

Aces raised his hand and shook his arm, and the hanging sleeves revealed the sleeping little basilisk.

Snape recognized at a glance that what was coiled on it was a basilisk.

The anger that had just subsided rose again, and he strode forward and grabbed the little basilisk's seven inches.

The little basilisk woke up from its sleep, opened its mouth to fight back, and received a warning message from Asseth.

His eyes suddenly widened in confusion.

Not daring to go against Ass's words, he had no choice but to close his open mouth.

The next second the little basilisk was thrown out by Snape and hit the ground.

Before landing, it cleverly padded itself with its tail.

As soon as it landed, the cellar snake king's venom also spurted out:

"Is your brain just a decoration like Lockhart? Wearing the basilisk on your hand is a really great idea. Do you feel that you are not dying fast enough or that you have lived too long?"

"Didn't your brain tell you how dangerous this was? Or maybe your brain couldn't understand the word danger."

The quick and urgent question hit Asseth hard.

Aces didn't feel angry.

He beamed, feeling an even stronger joy than when he discovered the basilisk skin.

Looking at the worried Potions Master, he couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged the fierce Potions Master.

One hand is around the waist, and the other hand is patting the back gently like coaxing a child.

Snape's questioning voice suddenly disappeared, and even the anger rising in his heart died down.

Aces leaned into Snape's ear and affirmed with a smile: "You are worried about me, Sev."

Snape didn't refute. His overreaction just now made it impossible for him to refute.

"Don't worry, the basilisk will not attack me. I can understand its words. We have reached an agreement. Now it should call me master."

His hand tightened slightly, and Asseth closed his eyes, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

As he spoke, his breath hit Snape's shoulders and spread to his neck, causing shivers.

Snape's body stiffened, his hand hung in the air and then lowered, but he still didn't push Artes away.

Just because you didn't push it away doesn't mean you can act recklessly.

Snape warned in a low voice with a dark face:

"If you don't want that hand on your waist, I can reluctantly chop it off for you."

The hand rubbing at the waist suddenly stopped, and then he hugged the waist obediently and stopped moving.

Aces swore that he really didn't want to move at first, but Snape's waist felt so good that he couldn't hold back.

The hand on the waist stopped, but the hand on the back did not stop. It changed from patting to gentle caressing, and it was like stroking a cat.

Snape said nothing about the hand.

Artes was not satisfied with using his hands to calm him down, so he began to murmur in a low voice, "Okay, okay, don't be angry anymore."

Snape almost laughed angrily at him.

"I thought I wasn't a kid who needed coaxing?"

That's not certain.

Since Snape couldn't see, Artes no longer concealed the smile in his eyes, the smile flickered in his eyes, extremely dazzling.

He kept stroking his back with his hands and kept mumbling, and the smile quietly leaked from his words.

Snape heard it, but didn't say anything, and quietly let Artes hug him.

After a while, a low, muffled voice broke the silence.

"Aren't you angry?"

Snape didn't know why he asked this question, and he couldn't explain how he felt now.

But he could clearly hear his own accelerated heartbeat.

Aces' hand on his back paused and he asked softly: "Why should I be angry?"

Snape pursed his lips.

"You did nothing wrong but I got angry at you. Shouldn't you be angry?"

anger?

Aces confirmed his suspicions, gritting his teeth and silently chanting Dumbledore's name.

Taking a deep breath, Asseth said carefully word by word:

"No, Sev, I'm actually lucky."

"I'm glad you didn't choose to confront me with Occlumency."

This is the truth. Artes has never worried about Snape getting angry at him or even venting his anger on him, because he has plenty of ways to coax him to calm down and be happy.

What he was more worried about was that Snape had been using Occlumency to suppress his emotions.

Occlumency is, in a way, the annihilation of emotions. The better you are at annihilating it, the more ruthless it will be.

As an Occlumency master who specializes in Occlumency, Snape feels no different from the walking dead every time he uses Occlumency. Every time he watches it, he feels the pain of a needle pricking his heart.

But what Snape wanted to do was destined to be inseparable from Occlumency, and he needed to use Occlumency to disguise himself.

Aces still can't completely get rid of Snape's Occlumency, but at least with him, Snape can be his original and true self.

Snape was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and leaned on Ass's shoulder as if exhausted, and slowly tightened the hand that fell by his side.

"Sorry, Legilimency and...this time."

The arrogant Potions Master doesn't often show weakness or apologize. Unlike the apology he prepared last time, this apology he made was vague.

But the two were close enough for Asseth to hear the content of his words and his apology.

"No need to apologize, Sev, I don't think you are at fault."

Snape could hear that his tone was relaxed and there was no trace of reluctance at all.

This man really thinks he is right.

Snape twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh but unable to do so.

If this man had appeared earlier, maybe he...

Artes was particularly sensitive to Snape's mood changes.

The second that Snape's air pressure was wrong, he immediately let go and stepped back to observe Snape's expression.

Snape was not slow to react, but Artes moved too quickly, and the expression on his face was caught before he could calm down.

"Reason tells me that I should ask, but if you don't want me to ask, I won't ask, so stop frowning, Sifu."

Aces raised his hand helplessly and smoothed Snape's brow bit by bit.

Why did his Sif like to frown so much.

Aces remembered the basilisk skin he wanted to give away in the Chamber of Secrets, and began to divert Snape's attention.

"How about we take a look at something that interests you."

Taking out a pile of cut basilisk skins from the alchemy ring, Artes always felt that he had forgotten something.

His eyes swept across the classroom and fell on the snakeskin in his hand.

Hiss, Ella.

Aces finally remembered that there was another basilisk that was thrown to the ground.

He quickly pushed the basilisk skin into Snape's hand and turned to... pick up the snake.