HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape was startled and sniffed calmly.

The scent became clearer and clearer, it was indeed the smell of radiant potion.

Suddenly he understood. No wonder Asseth had kept his distance from him since he came in. If the wind hadn't blown by, he might not have been able to smell the smell.

What on earth could have enabled Asseth to use the radiant potion to cover himself up?

Snape's dark eyes flashed with solemnity.

With all the signs connected, his inner uneasiness reached its peak.

It's just that Asseth is really tough-talking, and there seems to be no way for him to pry his mouth open.

Want to pour truth serum directly?

The side effects of the Veritaserum forced Snape to abandon this simple method.

Legilimency?

Tsk, there's nothing he can do about this bastard's Occlumency. If he uses it forcefully, he will only be hurt.

Damn it, why is he racking his brains here to pry open this bastard's mouth!

Snape was upset and overturned one idea after another. In his irritation, he subconsciously mobilized his magic power to use Occlumency. Now he didn't care about not using Occlumency.

The deep dark pupils became hollow.

Artes didn't hear the sound, looked up, and immediately panicked when he saw Snape using Occlumency.

No one knows the side effects of Occlumency better than him now.

"Sif? I..."

He raised and lowered his hands, panicking and wanting to explain but not knowing how to say it.

Snape's face was expressionless, his eyes were empty and unwavering, and the magic on his body became more and more obvious.

If he continues to use it desperately, Occlumency may completely damage the brain and endanger life.

"I said! I said Sev, don't be angry...don't use Occlumency."

Artes hurriedly held Snape in his arms, his hands trembling imperceptibly in a place where the two of them couldn't see, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice after he spoke.

Snape blinked slowly as he was hugged, not expecting that things would develop like this.

He was just out of breath and a little overexerted.

Just being able to pry Ass's mouth open is enough, the left side only hurts a little.

The Occlumency technique suddenly stopped, and the emotion slowly flowed back into his eyes.

"Say..." Snape's voice was dry.

His brain was swelling and painful due to excessive use of Occlumency. He couldn't help but frown, with a little pain in his eyes.

Seeing the pain in Snape's eyes, Artes raised his hand helplessly to check, but he slapped it away.

"Say!"

"Let's go back to the cellar first, okay? I'll tell you whatever you want to know when we get back to the cellar."

Just as Snape was about to refuse impatiently, he saw the fear and terror in Asseth's eyes, and unknown emotions welled up in his heart.

In the end, he turned around in his mouth and took it back, "I hope you remember what you said."

"I remember it, Sev."

Aces carefully took Snape's hand, but he shook it off again.

"It's not like I can't even walk."

Artes put his hand away obediently and followed Snape.

At the door of the cellar, Miss Medusa shrank her head and peeked at the potion master who almost rushed into the cellar, and then winked at Artes.

Why did you mess with the dean again? ?

Aces was not in the mood to pay attention to it now. He just nodded to it as he passed by without stopping, but he didn't want Snape in front of him to suddenly stop and look back.

"!" Miss Medusa trembled, her body rolled up, and the tip of her tail covered the snake's eyes, not daring to move.

"Do you need me to invite you?"

"No need!" As soon as the cold words came out, Artes was also excited and walked quickly towards Snape.

Snape's face was condensed, he stepped to the edge of the sofa and sat down, looking at Artes seriously.

"May I speak now? Master Cavendish, who demands too much?"

Ace's expression stiffened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

Then he ignored the cold light in Snape's eyes and sat down next to Snape. The magic power flowed from his body and dispersed the potion that was still working in his body.

In an instant, he returned to his original expression.

He was pale with almost no trace of blood, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot threads, showing a frightening red color.

Asseth secretly sighed in his heart. Although it took him a while to recover, Snape came earlier than he expected. His face now is only a little better than before.

"You..." Snape looked at the pale and haggard Arthur in astonishment. For a moment, he even forgot about his anger, "What's going on?"

Asses leaned back, no longer maintaining his aristocratic manner, and leaned on the sofa without any image at all.

There was nothing he could do, he was too tired.

During the period of recuperation, he deliberately forced himself to sleep, but he never really slept well once. He just managed to survive.

"One of my experiments failed a few days ago. This is considered a side effect."

Artes closed his eyes to rest, and carefully selected some of the facts to tell Snape.

As for the detailed injuries, he didn't want Snape to know yet.

Don't want people to know?

Asses's heart moved, and an incredible and horrifying suspicion emerged.

"I've never heard of any experiments where the side effect is not being able to sleep?" Snape sneered.

Hearing Snape's voice, Artes retracted his thoughts, looked at Snape's obviously disbelieving expression, and smiled bitterly to himself.

His eyes looked at Snape's profile with nostalgia.

Not just the experiments, of course, but prophecies and PTSD.

These two almost incompatible things came together by chance to achieve the effect predicted in the dream. This was already his luck.

The bitter medicinal smell wafted from Snape's body, and Artes's mind turned slower and slower.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep in several days, and now he was surrounded by a familiar and favorite smell, and his tense nerves were instantly soothed.

At this moment, he truly relaxed.