HP: Embrace the Darkness

The corridor was not bright, but it was not dark either, enough for Snape to see clearly who was in front of the window.

It was Arces and a footman.

This valet, Snape remembered, was the valet who took Arthur's glass of wine at the dinner party.

Look at Asseth now.

At this time, the dinner party was over, and Asseth changed out of the complicated and exquisite dress. He was simply wearing a white nightgown, with his hair scattered randomly in front of his forehead.

This man rarely disregarded etiquette and leaned against the window, the faint tiredness on his face could hardly be concealed.

The lowered corners of his lips looked a little impatient.

The two of them were not close to each other, with a large distance between them. The man's mouth opened and closed as if he was saying something.

By the castle window, the evening breeze was blowing.

The moonlight quietly peeked in from the window, hugging the man familiarly, making the man's already excellent appearance even more outstanding.

It also adds a bit of coolness from the moonlight.

Kane was satisfied and admired the man staring in front of him - the youngest Duke of Cavendish.

It was also the future he chose.

Aces paid no heed to Kane's stares, and he had received more looks than anyone Kane had ever met.

If everyone looked at him and he had to care, he wouldn't care at all.

Kane rambled as hard as he could, trying to find a topic that interested Asseth.

Aces responded casually and absent-mindedly.

The banquet was supposed to be over tonight, and after washing, he wanted to see if Snape had rested.

As a result, Kane stopped him as soon as he went out and said that he had something important to tell him.

Considering that Kane's performance has been pretty good these days, Artes is still reluctant to listen to what he calls the big deal.

But is Sif resting now?

Ace's thoughts drifted away again.

Seeing that Arthas was distracted during the conversation, Kane gritted his teeth and took two steps closer to close the distance between the two.

This time Asseth finally reacted - he took two steps back.

Then he lowered his eyes and looked at Kane.

"What on earth are you going to say?"

Kane bit his lip and his voice was inaudible.

"I thought the future Duke might need a companion by his side."

Faced with such a straightforward hint, Asseth remained expressionless.

His eyes were unwavering, shockingly indifferent.

"so?"

"So can you consider me?"

"you?"

Aces took a serious look at this so-called valet for the first time and sneered in a low voice.

"Why do you think I should consider you?"

"I know……"

Kane's voice became lower and lower. Artes couldn't hear what he was saying and frowned impatiently.

"If you don't want to tell me something, then get out of the way."

His patience was never long with insignificant people.

Seeing that Kane was still hesitating and unable to speak, he immediately raised his feet and wanted to leave.

How could Kane be willing to give up this great opportunity?

He just saw that Asses drank a lot of wine at the banquet.

He has been with Ass for a while and knows that Ass is not a heartless person.

Just one night.

It only takes one night for him to turn around.

After being bullied for so many years as a squib, he had nothing to lose.

Kane's eyes became determined.

He took a step forward and blocked Ass's way again.

"tsk"

Aces made no secret of his unhappiness, his face covered with a layer of frost.

"I take it you don't want to know what will happen to you?"

"You like that professor, don't you?"

Kane had no choice but to tell Asseth what he had overheard.

The volume was not loud, but Snape, who was not far away, could not hear clearly.

Aces paused in his steps and shifted his gaze to Kane, a little surprised and confused.

No one knows about this except family members.

Or is it that someone saw it and couldn’t wait to design it?

If this is really the case...

Murderous intent began to fill his eyes.

Seeing that Asseth was still thinking, Kane boldly tiptoed towards him.

"He is not worthy of you. His age and appearance are not comparable to mine."

His thoughts were interrupted, and Asseth looked at him with a half-smile, the coldness in his eyes getting heavier and heavier.

"I'm the best choice. I don't want a status and it won't affect your marriage."

His voice gradually became firmer in the half-smiling eyes of Asseth.

In the shadows, Snape watched silently as the handsome manservant leaned towards Artes.

From his perspective, Asseth even smiled and lowered his head to cooperate.

The hand hanging down by his side was clenched, and Snape suddenly turned around and left this place of right and wrong.

Before taking two steps, a strange exclamation suddenly came from behind.

Turning around subconsciously.

The manservant looked miserable now.

He was lifted up in the air by Asseth, his legs struggling and kicking.

Aces' arm remained motionless, tightly restraining him, and the raised veins extended from his arm to the back of his hand.

It's enough to see how much effort he put into it.

The hand tightened tighter and tighter, Kane's breath was ruthlessly deprived, and his struggle became increasingly weak.

The murderous aura that almost turned into reality filled the narrow corridor, and the atmosphere in the corridor froze into a scarlet red.

Snape frowned and looked at the strange man in front of him.

The murderous intent and anger on his face were colder than he had ever seen before.

The footman's feet hung down weakly, and when he was about to die in the hands of Artes, Snape raised his feet and walked out.

"Aces."

Hearing the familiar voice, Ass's face quickly warmed up like ice and snow meeting spring.

Then he turned his head following the sound.

"Sev? How did you-"

Halfway through his words, he realized the current situation and threw the manservant aside in disgust.

"boom--"

Kane fell to the ground hard, holding his throat and coughing vigorously, looking at Artes in horror.

Aces ignored his embarrassment, took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the hand that had just pinched the person.

After Kane finished coughing, resentment appeared in his eyes.

"Why, why do you people have magic power, why can you be so high, why can you get everything without any effort."

Seeing Snape walking over, the hatred in his eyes reached its peak.

He crawled towards Snape on his hands and knees, murmuring under his breath.

"Why! Why!"

Ass's face instantly turned dark and gloomy.

It didn't matter to him, but Kane should never take out his resentment on Snape.

The man stepped forward and stepped on Kane's shoulder, forcing his body to the ground.

Because Asseth used too much force, Kane's head was close to the ground, unable to struggle at all.

I could only breathe in small sips.

The feet gradually moved to Kane's neck, his face turned purple, and silent sobs for mercy came from his mouth.

Snape frowned at all this.

"Aces, that's enough."

Naturally, Artes would not disobey Snape's words and immediately kicked him to the other side.

Then he nodded slightly towards a shadow.

"get out."

Kane got up in embarrassment and ran away staggeringly, leaving only Artes and Snape standing there.