HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape didn't turn around.

This behavior was not in line with etiquette, and Asseth didn't care and continued talking on his own.

"Sev, if you are as unhappy as you are today in the future, you can come to me. Whether you chat or vent your anger, I don't mind."

"I don't care about being angry. Compared with these, I care more about you...whether you will be happy."

He spoke slowly, pausing before each word as if he was considering it.

"You know the disadvantages of Occlumency better than I do. If...if you have to use it at other times, then at least with me, you can be yourself."

Snape was silent for a long time.

I don't know if it's because Asseth has brought him too much warmth these days, but his first reaction when he heard these words now was not to be touched or at a loss.

Instead, he quickly grasped another important point.

He turned back to look at Asseth: "... Taking off my anger? Do you think I'm taking my anger out on you?"

The potions master's tone was strange, a little bit incredulous in his shock, as if he saw a troll holding a wooden stick and wearing a skirt dancing in front of him.

Snape did find it incredible that the word "ventilate" had a somewhat intimate meaning to him.

Now when it came out of Asseth's mouth, it was with an indescribable intimacy, as if... just like family.

Snape was backlit, and Artes couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only hear his shock in his voice.

Aces was a little confused about what he meant, so he worded his words carefully: "Is there anything wrong with the word venting?"

No, of course not.

Snape wanted to tell Arthas loudly that there was something wrong with this.

But he suddenly realized that the series of actions he just performed cannot be said to be the same as venting anger, they can only be said to be exactly the same.

The Potions Master's face darkened.

Asseth was still asking: "Sif?"

Snape glared at Artes angrily, and emphasized in a louder voice: "I didn't let go of my anger!"

Aces: "..."

Not to vent your anger? Is that coquettish?

Asseth swallowed unconsciously, and the scene of the potion master acting coquettishly appeared in his mind.

This seems a bit exciting!

"Arces Cavendish!"

"If you don't want me to force Legilimency, then just put away the messy thoughts in your head."

Snape's face was so dark that he could no longer see.

Although Asseth didn't speak, the sound of his swallowing could not be clearer in the quiet classroom.

As a man, Snape knew what was going on in his head without even thinking about it.

Damn bastard, he shouldn't have stopped and listened to him.

Snape turned around angrily and left the classroom. No one noticed that his ears covered by black hair were quietly red.

Aces looked confused.

Didn't he just fantasize about Snape acting like a spoiled child?

Why did the person run away?

"Tsk, you have a good temper. If it were me, I would have killed anyone who dared to scold me."

After the potion master left, a second voice appeared out of thin air in the classroom where Ass was alone.

Aces's face was expressionless, and he was not surprised by the appearance of this voice.

He just glanced coldly at the translucent soul body that appeared out of nowhere.

"Shut up."

The remnant soul floated over, carefully looked at Ass's face, and was amazed.

"You're really not angry."

"Why am I angry with him."

"Tsk, you are not like this when you treat me. You get angry whenever you disagree with me, as if you are afraid that I don't know that you will get angry."

Remnant Soul's voice became smaller and smaller, until it was almost a murmur to himself, and the resentment in his tone was carefully concealed.

"He is him, and you are you. Don't compare you to him, you don't deserve it."

The disgust in Asseth's words made Remnant tremble with anger.

This was the first time that he had been disliked to such an extent. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, cursing Ass for the first time in his heart.

"You're not angry, but that person doesn't seem to appreciate it. He tuts at your expression."

Remnant Soul continued to think that if he didn't feel good, Asses shouldn't feel good either, and mocked him.

"You don't even care about your identity, huh! Aren't you usually condescending to others? Huh! You are condescending to him!"

As he spoke, his tone became beguiling, floating in Ass's ears.

"Your family is powerful, but he is just a professor at Hogwarts. I don't believe he can resist you? Why not try?"

"Think of him—ah! What are you doing!"

Blue flames appeared out of thin air and wrapped around a piece of parchment.

Aces showed a gentle smile to the remnant soul. This smile was tantamount to a devil in the remnant soul's eyes.

"I don't do anything, I just want to teach you one thing: people under the roof have to bow their heads."

"I didn't leave you alive just so you could point fingers at me."

The resentment in Remnant's eyes almost overflowed.

Aces sighed: "I still don't understand one thing. Why do you always have such a short memory?"

As he spoke, the fierce fire rose higher and higher, half of the parchment was burned, and the remaining half was about to be burned.

The remnant soul finally understood and bowed his head.

"I was wrong."

He couldn't help it, but he watched helplessly as this insidious man burned the other half of his soul to death without even showing his face.

Although living like this was a bit frustrating, he didn't want to follow that soul's footsteps just yet.

Asses waved his hand, and the flame that was already half a sky high returned to his hand obediently.

The violent and unruly Lihuo was obedient and obedient in Ases's hand, entwined with his fingertips.

Seeing this scene, Remnant Soul's eyes flashed.

Asses didn't look at him, but seemed to know what he was thinking, and directly warned:

"It's best not to have thoughts that you shouldn't have, or you'll die miserably."

The calm tone was filled with endless killing intent.

Remnant Soul has no doubts about Asseth's words.

This man is a madman, a madman even crazier than him.

These days, he has basically been studied by this madman from Horcruxes to souls. When it comes to souls, he dare not go so deep. This madman has no scruples.

During the period of time they were being studied, they got along day and night, and Asses did not avoid him when dealing with matters. No one knew better than him how ruthless and dangerous this person was.

Crazy, cruel and dangerous.

The remnant soul secretly despised Snape for being blind, trusting such a person, and never knowing when he would be betrayed until death.

He didn't believe that this kind of person could really have feelings. He just didn't know what value Snape had in him to allow him to indulge like this.

Not even him, the great Voldemort.

Canhun suppressed the countless speculations in his mind, lowered his eyebrows and said: "I know."

Asses was noncommittal about his assurances.

These days, Remnant Soul's promise is on average once every few days, but he still provokes when he should, and he can't learn to obey at all. His patience with him has almost reached its limit.

Thinking about it, Canhun probably knew it in his heart, so he didn't dare to continue testing his bottom line.