HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape's eyes were fixed on the basilisk skin after it appeared.

Not even blinking, not caring about other things.

Aces handed him the basilisk skin, and his eyes lit up, and he immediately wanted to check the quality.

Pull out your wand and illuminate the basilisk hide with a glow spell.

Before the examination, Snape took the time to glance at Artes and frowned slightly when he saw him going to find the basilisk.

Although the basilisk has recognized its master, no one knows if a creature as ambitious as the basilisk will bite back temporarily, especially... he just threw the basilisk out.

Snape's hand held the basilisk skin hard, and the basilisk skin cracked little by little, with staggered cracks.

A crisp voice sounded, and Snape, who had attached great importance to the basilisk skin just now, didn't even lower his head.

A pair of eyes only stared at Asseth who was looking for the basilisk in the classroom.

The little basilisk was a small one. Asseth searched around the classroom before finding the angry Ella in the corner.

He squatted down and poked the little basilisk pretending to be dead with his finger.

"Ella?"

Ella closed her eyes and pretended not to hear.

"Asleep?... Since I'm asleep, I'd better go back first."

As he spoke, he stood up.

The innocent little basilisk was deceived by Asseth and immediately couldn't pretend anymore.

It opened its eyes and swam towards Asseth in search of the sound, and crawled onto Asses' hand in aggrieved manner.

Aces looked at it amusedly and sent the message over.

\u0027 I apologize to you on behalf of Sif. He was just worried about me and didn't mean to hurt you. \u0027

\u0027 Not angry, want to sleep. \u0027

Asseth rolled it back into his hand and said, "Go to sleep."

The little basilisk rolled itself up obediently, closed its eyes and slept.

Aces put his sleeves down again to cover the little basilisk, and when he stood up, he met Snape's eyes.

"What's wrong, Sev? Don't you want to check the basilisk skin?"

He paused and took out a few more glass bottles from the alchemy ring.

"I still have blood and venom here. Do you need it? If it's not enough, I'll think of something else."

Snape's eyes slipped to the glass bottle in Asseth's hand, and he took it back with restraint.

"I think with my abilities I don't need to use so many... materials."

His tone was calm, but something didn't sound right to Asseth.

"Don't you need so much? But I still have a lot here."

"That's interesting, don't tell me your potion knowledge and prepare to return it to me."

Snape looked at Artes fiercely, as if Artes dared to admit it, he would throw him into the crucible to brew a potion.

Artes looked at the hatred in Snape's eyes, and then understood that Snape meant to let him keep the materials for his own use.

He looked at the fierce Potions Master in amusement.

"How could it be? You taught me so well, Sifu, how could I be willing to give it back to you? I just feel that my potion skills are not as good as yours, so I don't want to embarrass myself."

"If you know it's embarrassing, put some of your energy into potions. Potions are not the kind of subject that can be learned just by talking."

Aces opened and closed his mouth.

He wanted to say that it was not necessary for two people in a family to be proficient in potions, but he did not dare.

After finally coaxing someone, he is the one who gets angry and feels distressed.

Since you can't refuse, then...

Aces rolled his eyes and had an idea in his mind.

"Okay, I promise to focus on the potion, but if I have a question, can I go to the cellar to get the answer?"

Looking for answers?

Snape's suspicious eyes rolled over Artes, and he instantly understood his intention when he saw the cunning flash in Artes's eyes.

He kindly encouraged students to learn but was "molested". Snape gave Artes a hard look and said slowly:

"If you really...are looking for the answer to the potion, then that's up to you, but if not, I will throw you out of the cellar myself."

"And... I will tell Miss Medusa to prohibit... idlers from entering the cellar."

Snape's eyes were always on Artes when he spoke, and it was obvious who the idler in his words was referring to.

"..."

Asseth's eyes widened in disbelief, hurt and accusing in his eyes.

Snape was unmoved.

Someone's plan failed, and he was unwilling to grab the potion master's hand to cheat.

Snape sneered: "You don't want your hand anymore?"

The atmosphere between the two of them relaxed little by little under the deliberate guidance of Asseth.

But Asseth felt that it was not good for the atmosphere to be too harmonious, because once the atmosphere was harmonious, he would easily lose control of his mouth.

For example, when faced with Snape's threat now, he was not afraid to laugh:

"Actually, it's okay if you don't use your hands, anyway -"

Before he finished speaking, Snape raised his hand.

boom--

Aces covered his beaten head with a confused look on his face.

To be honest, for a moment he suspected that he was dreaming - otherwise, how could he see Snape lifting up his sleeve and hitting him.

I don't know if it was because of his identity that Snape scolded him so many times but never made a move. Now he was furious or...

Artes glanced at Snape's face, trying to guess what Snape was thinking.

Snape slowly straightened the sleeves that were messed up when he raised his hands.

"As your dean, I kindly give you a suggestion. It's best to use your useless brain before speaking, otherwise it won't be just like this next time."

Aces blinked innocently.

"But I didn't plan to say anything."

"Or...Sev thinks I want to say something that I shouldn't say?"

He deliberately lengthened his voice and looked at Snape with burning eyes.

The blazing gaze was like a fire, staring at Snape and making him feel uncomfortable.

He had no doubt that if Asseth had a tail now, it would be thrown into the sky by him.

Aces was still waiting for Snape's answer.

Snape didn't know how to answer this question, so he simply turned cold and walked away with the basilisk.

His cold face was okay for bluffing other little wizards, but not for Asseth.

Under the cover of darkness and Snape's bluff, Artes' eyes became even more bold.

It landed unabashedly on Snape's back, sliding inch by inch, full of aggression.

Snape was very clever as a double agent.

Even with his back to Asseth, he could still feel the gaze that was enough to engulf him.

Snape couldn't help but quicken his pace, but he still had no intention of looking away.

When he reached the door, Asses called out to him.

Snape didn't really want to talk to this bastard, but he still stopped.

He would have liked to see what else could come out of this man's mouth.

The dim light from outside squeezed in through the narrow gap and fell on Snape.

Not dazzling but blurs vision.

Asseth could only see his back clearly.

Snape was in a daze. This scene was so similar to the scene where Dumbledore called him just now.

He remembered Dumbledore's words and instinctively felt some resistance to the following conversation.

Then he remembered that the person who stopped him was Asseth, and the resistance in his heart melted like snow.