HP: Embrace the Darkness

The white light hit "Snape" hard, and "Snape" turned into a black smoke and retracted into the closet.

Lupine looked at Neville in surprise, not realizing that his magic was more powerful than he thought.

"Well done, Mr. Longbottom. I hope you can face your fears head-on next time instead of covering them up in funny ways."

Aces did not save any face for Lupine. After giving Neville instructions, he slowly left with the list.

When he was about to step out of the door, he seemed to remember something, stopped and looked back at Lupin.

"Malfoy is brave enough to point out the professor's mistakes. I think he is right."

"...That's right."

Lu Ping said two words in a stiff tone.

"That's good, otherwise as a student of Hogwarts, neither the current chairman of the school board nor me, the school director, would be stingy in criticizing him."

Although Artes was talking about Draco, Lupine knew in his heart that it was him who was warning him.

He was weaker than others, so even if Lu Ping was angry and unwilling to give up, he had to endure this tone.

"it is good."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Asseth's figure was finally willing to disappear at the door of the staff room.

All the little wizards breathed a sigh of relief.

Aces just now was different from usual, which scared them a little.

Slytherin students thought it was normal.

When Artes was in school, most of the points in the Academy Cup that Slytherin won were won by Artes, which shows that he has a strong sense of honor in the academy.

Now that Lupine has insulted their dean and their college, it's strange that Artes has a good temper.

Draco returned to his seat with a triumphant look on his face, proud and embarrassed at the same time.

He understood everything Aces said just now, and he was supporting him!

Therefore, he is not afraid of this professor!

Lupine saw their expressions in his eyes and sighed inwardly.

"Continue class."

Artes paid no attention to Lupine's next class. With Draco here, this kind of thing would never happen again.

And Lupine obviously didn't dare to take risks with himself.

Back in the cellar, Artes sat down at Snape's seat with ease and asked Miss Medusa while sorting the things on the table.

"Where's Sif?"

Miss Medusa, who was coiled on the door, raised her tail and slowly pointed to the potion room, her eyes full of contempt.

You can't see the obvious, you idiot.

How could Artes not see that Snape was in the potions room? He just wanted to struggle.

After all, he deliberately ignored the Potions Master's intention and stayed alone in the staff room.

Although he stayed here to keep an eye on Lupine, ignoring him meant ignoring him, and there was nothing to argue with.

"Sev...well, how was he feeling when he came back?"

There’s something good to watch!

Miss Medusa immediately raised her head high.

"The dean seems to be in a bad mood. I was almost thrown off just now."

As she spoke, Miss Medusa seemed to realize something, and looked at Asseth with her cold snake eyes.

"So...you did something good again this time?"

"Maybe?"

"No need, I think it's you."

Miss Medusa shook her head, and Artes could see from its emotionless eyes that it was proud of "seeing through everything".

"Except when you made the dean angry, when the dean was angry, he would slam the door to vent his anger. Didn't he always vent his anger on the spot?"

"Oh no, there's also the principal. He does the same thing when he makes the dean angry, but the dean usually slams the door while scolding him, but this time he didn't scold him."

"So! The final answer is - you made the dean angry!"

Voices of joy and gloating echoed in the cellar.

Arces suspected that Miss Medusa had been looking forward to this day for a long time, but he had no proof.

"I'm going to see Sif."

No longer arguing with Miss Medusa, Asseth quickly came to the potion room.

He raised his hand and knocked gently on the wooden door.

There was dead silence in the potion room. There was no reply, not even the sound of stirring the cauldron.

Asses was heartbroken and opened the door directly and walked in.

"Sev?"

The potion room was a little dim, and Asseth's pupils narrowed to adapt to the light.

Looking up, I saw that not all the lights inside were turned on, only two or three glowing warm lights illuminated the potion room with their weak light.

The Potions Master sat in his usual seat, immersed in writing, as if he had not heard of anyone coming to the Potions Room, and did not even raise his head.

"Sev?"

Artes waved his hand to light up the entire potions room, passed through various experimental props, and sat down next to Snape.

"Sev? Are you angry?"

The body temperature that does not belong to you is approaching, and the warm breath hits the side of your face vaguely.

Snape's pen paused, and a drop of rich ink dripped along the tip of the pen onto the parchment, smearing what he had just written.

"Angry? Haha..."

"I'm afraid our...Professor of Alchemy has been transferred to Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

The word "Professor of Alchemy" was deliberately emphasized by Snape.

The dissatisfaction in his words almost turned into reality and hit Asseth.

"How could it be? I will always be your alchemy professor," Asseth reached out and touched the parchment to remove the ink stains he had just stained.

"I just stayed because I thought Lupine had bad intentions and was worried that he would slander you, so I stayed to watch him. Otherwise, I would have left long ago."

"Lupin..." Snape's eyes turned cold, and he added Lupin in his mind again.

"Stay away from him next time."

Asseth nodded obediently.

Promise that next time he sees Lupine, he will turn around and leave, and will never come closer than necessary.

Snape snorted lightly at Artes's promise of flattery and stopped holding on to it.

"What is Sev writing?"

Artes put his arm half around Snape's shoulders and leaned over to look at the parchment in his hand.

Snape glanced at him sideways, curled his lips reluctantly, and reluctantly tilted the parchment in his hand, motioning for Artes to take it and look at it.

Ace took it and took a closer look.

It was discovered that what was written on the parchment was detailed information about the new variety of medicinal herbs.

The fonts on the parchment are densely packed but not messy, and the sharp strokes reveal the master's usual sharpness.

"Sev, you are really a genius! No one can surpass you in potions."

Asseth's fingertips couldn't help rubbing the writing on the parchment, and he blurted out a compliment.

"This is just the first step. This herb has great potential for development. If my idea is not wrong, a new potion made from it will be more effective than the palliative, and..."

As the explanation deepened, Snape's eyes burst out with brilliance as bright as the sun and stars, dyeing his originally gloomy eyes with the most brilliant and dazzling colors.

As Asseth listened, he tilted his head slightly and looked into Snape's eyes tenderly and intently.

The lights were bright, and the brilliance of these eyes because of love was vivid and dazzling, more charming than any magnificent scenery he had ever seen.

Almost drowning him in it.