HP: Embrace the Darkness

"You've been avoiding my sight since you woke up. Why?"

Snape took two steps forward and stopped behind Asseth, only one step away from him.

Aces raised his hand to cover the emotions in his eyes that were out of control because of Snape's words.

"...I'm not in a good state right now."

He said, taking two steps and sitting on the bed, avoiding Snape.

Snape silently watched his evasive movements, then took two steps forward and stopped in front of Artes again.

Asses lowered his head, and Snape suddenly reached out and pinched his face quickly and hard.

The tip of his nose was filled with the familiar bitter aroma of herbs, and Artes subconsciously followed Snape's movements and raised his face.

The hidden emotions in his eyes are clearly visible.

Snape was stunned.

"you……"

Aces lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes blocking the gloom inside.

He was clearly the one being held hostage, but he gave off a sense of aggressive aggression.

Just as if he was thinking about something, he pressed it down forcefully. The lower jaw became tight due to the suppression, forming a sharp arc.

"what happened?"

Snape asked.

Aces no longer avoided his gaze, and looked at him up and down.

Snape's eyes flashed with sternness, and his eyes were locked on Artes, but what he got was a blank.

He half-squinted his eyes, "You've practiced Occlumency well."

Aces didn't answer.

He didn't answer, and Snape refused to let go.

The two were deadlocked in place.

After a while, Asseth sighed softly, raised his hand and held the hand on his face.

Snape followed his force and let go.

Artes took Snape's hand and put it to the side of his face, pressing it tightly against his face.

The almost inaudible smell of potion came from their hands.

Aces knew that this was the smell he got from preparing the potion for him.

My heart suddenly calmed down.

He turned his head and sniffed, then kissed her.

The kiss fell lightly and quickly on the softest part of the palm, warm and moist.

Snape's pupils tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand. Before his hand could be withdrawn, Artes turned his head to avoid his hand.

"I'm sorry Sev, I can't tell you yet, at least not yet, but one day you will know."

His breath hit his wrist as he spoke, causing a shiver.

Snape looked steadily at Asseth's face.

"Then you promise me not to do your best but to cherish your life."

Aces remained silent.

Snape somewhat understood why Arthas was so angry just now.

He was equally angry now when he saw Asseth's silence protesting against this statement.

The potion master gritted his teeth and said viciously: "I will try my best to cherish my life, can I do it now?"

Aces relaxed with satisfaction.

"I'll be fine."

Snape stared at Artes: "Not enough."

"enough."

Artes let go of Snape's hand, put his arm around his waist, and leaned against him.

Snape looked down at him and spoke suddenly.

"It's because of me, right?"

Aces didn't reply, but he strengthened his hands, and a steady stream of warmth spread along the palms to the back of his waist, and then to his heart, softening the coldness little by little.

Snape sighed very softly.

He raised his hand and landed on Asseth's furry head, rubbing it from time to time.

The silky voice was tinged with rare softness.

"It's not worth it, Asseth."

He really didn't want to see Asseth lying on the bed hanging by a thread like this again.

This man obviously has such a bright future, and it shouldn't be wasted here or on him.

So….forget it.

Snape raised the hand holding the wand, pointed the tip of the wand at the clueless Artes, and a little white light came out.

Asses seemed to be aware of this, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"It's worth it, nothing is more worth it to me."

"So don't stop me, Sifu, you know you can't stop me. If I don't have the memory, I will get it back bit by bit. Even if I crawl, I will crawl back."

"Losing my memory is what really hurts me."

came a dull, firm voice.

Snape's hand paused.

He knew that whatever Ass said he would definitely do it.

The wand became a hot potato at this point, and it was either taken or thrown away.

Finally, the white light dissipated at the tip of the staff.

Snape put away his wand and rubbed Artes' head soothingly.

The fingertips were inserted deeply into the hair, and the movements were indescribably gentle.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Aces let go and said seriously.

He knew what Snape was worried about, but he really didn't feel pain and wasn't afraid of pain.

If he could, he would even wish that all the pain should be felt on him.

His Sif had suffered too much.

"Let's not talk about it Sev. I will be joining Hogwarts soon. Why don't you give your future colleagues an entry gift?"

Snape looked deeply at Asseth and took up the topic according to his wishes.

"Unfortunately, your colleagues are not in the habit of giving entry gifts, but if you are willing to resign, I can reluctantly give you a departure gift."

Helplessness flashed in Asseth's eyes.

Sev was hinting at him to get out.

The shameless person sighed and pretended to be sorry.

"Okay, then it seems that I won't be able to receive my resignation gift in a short time."

The Potions Master frowned after being declined.

"I remember your parents went back to Germany?"

Because they wanted to delegate power to Asseth, the Duke and Anna went back in a very high-profile manner, and many people knew about it.

It was normal for Snape to know.

But his intention was not to care about the whereabouts of the two of them. The stubborn potion master still did not give up the idea of ​​letting Asseth leave.

Aces felt a little troubled by Snape's insistence. He wouldn't care if it were someone else, but he did care about Snape's thoughts.

We have to find a way to dispel Sif's thoughts, Asseth thought to himself.

"Sev, I am now the alchemy professor hired by Hogwarts. Even if I want to leave my job, I have to ask Principal Dumbledore for his opinion."

And Dumbledore would not agree.

Snape knew this too.

The Potions Master, who had been gentle just now, turned dark in an instant.

He wanted to scold Old Bee again.

"It seems I can't stop you?"

A smile appeared at the corners of Asseth's lips, "Yes" written clearly in his eyes.

Snape raised his hand and slapped him on the head in disgust.

"Then remember what you promised just now. You said you would be fine."

"Of course, I will remember it, but you also said, Sif, that you will try your best to cherish your life."

Aces changed his attitude from just being a shameless person, and his eyes became bottomless.

The emotions inside were surging and complex.

Snape couldn't understand what he was thinking.

After a brief silence, the Potions Master chuckled softly.

"Do I have very low credibility in your eyes? I don't think I'm good enough to deceive you."

The credibility is not low, but this damn fate is at work. Asseth covered up the sternness in his eyes and smiled at Snape:

"How could it be? I have always believed in Sif the most."

He knew that this was the limit of what Snape could do, so he didn't push it any further.

Snape patted his face and tutted: "It seems that Madam Pomfrey is right, your mouth is indeed-"

"Crunch - crunch"

Before he finished speaking, Grindelwald pushed open the door and entered.

"excuse me."

They both looked over.