HP: Embrace the Darkness

After breakfast, Artes went to teach the little wizard alone, while Snape got into the potion room and continued to prepare the application for new potions.

Alchemy Classroom

When get out of class was about to end, all the little wizards looked at the time and then looked expectantly at the man above.

Facing their gazes, Artes smiled gently, took out a stone from the ring, waved his hand, and magnified the magic pattern on it.

Oh, I have to ask a question...

The little wizards all lowered their heads and began to pretend as if nothing had happened.

Asses was not in a hurry when facing a group of heads from the entire classroom. His eyes slowly moved above them, and every little wizard who was seen felt a chill in his head.

In the end, Asseth's eyes rested on the most conspicuous platinum head.

"Mr. Malfoy."

"Oh, Merlin bless you it's not me."

"Malfoy is so unlucky-"

"I guess it's because of his head!"

The red-haired twins laughed at each other.

For a moment, the classroom was filled with sounds of relief and rustling voices.

The little wizards who had lowered their heads just now straightened their backs and raised their heads, looking unfazed at all.

Only Draco still lowered his head in despair, refusing to face the facts.

During class, Ases was much stricter and more demanding than usual. He was like this to everyone, even him.

If the most relaxing part of every alchemy class is the end of get out of class, then the most terrifying part must be the questions, and today it was his turn to ask the damn question! ?

Merlin, he must be dreaming.

Aces glanced around, looked at the little wizards below and smiled happily, then slowly revealed a meaningful smile.

Then the voice changed:

"Except for Mr. Malfoy, the other students will analyze the magic patterns on this stone and write a ten-inch paper for me."

"what!?"

The little wizards who had just relaxed froze.

"Eh?"

The platinum peacock, who had given up struggling, was stunned.

"Oh, Merlin, this must be a dream."

"It's not a dream."

Aces used the gentlest voice to completely crush their hopes.

"You heard that right, except for Mr. Malfoy, everyone will have a ten-inch paper due next week."

"No -" Fred covered his heart and cried out in despair.

The little lion below also cried loudly.

"There is no need to discuss the paper. get out of class is over now."

Asses showed no mercy and directly announced the dismissal of get out of class.

The end of get out of class, which was supposed to be a joyful time, was instead covered by a lifeless cloud, with only a platinum head like a lightning bolt moving happily through it.

"Merlin's big beard, I didn't expect someone to write a paper." Draco stopped in front of Harry and mocked triumphantly.

Aces couldn't bear to look at Draco's behavior. He had just praised him in front of Lucius not long ago, and now he was foolishly expressing hatred again.

Did this little fool really not notice that the eyes around him were beginning to look unkind?

Arthur shook his head, grabbed him by the collar and threatened, "Mr. Malfoy, if you are still getting carried away here, then maybe you also have to write a paper."

Hearing Aces' words, Draco immediately put back the smile on his face.

"Get carried away? What get carried away? How could I get carried away! What I hate the most is getting carried away, that... Goodbye, Professor!"

The platinum head disappeared in a flash.

Aces laughed and shook his head, turned and left under everyone's expectant eyes, letting go of a certain triumphant platinum peacock.

In the cellar, the fireplace burned brightly.

Aces had already renovated the cellar before, but for some reason, the current potions master seemed to prefer lighting the fireplace and doing his own business under the warm light.

Aces simply changed the fireplace and made it a pure decoration.

The warm yellow light enveloped him, and Snape, dressed in black robes, blended in without any sense of incongruity. He was sitting at his desk with his head down, writing furiously on a piece of parchment.

Aces didn't bother him, and looked at the potion on the table.

After thinking about it, I picked it up and walked into the bedroom.

"Shuashuashua——"

Snape was immersed in sorting out recent records when a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"Sev, can I ask you a favor?"

"Say." Snape responded without raising his head.

Seeing that he didn't raise his head, Ace hesitated for a second and then came out with the potion.

"I can't paint the scar on my back."

Snape's hand that was writing so fast stopped, and finally he was willing to raise his head and look at Artes.

At this sight, he froze in place.

Before going to bed, although Asseth half-opened his nightgown, it was still covered by the nightgown and he couldn't see clearly.

You won't feel anything when you fall asleep at night.

But now Asseth was naked from the waist up, wearing only a pair of dark trousers.

Those graceful and smooth muscles, the contour lines that go deep into the lower abdomen and disappear into the pants are all clearly visible, presenting a visual feast without hesitation.

Miss Medusa, who was sitting at the door, saw this scene and her eyes lit up.

I thought I whistled quietly.

"Boo-hoo"

Snape was brought back to his senses by her voice, glanced at her lightly, turned around and sneered, "Can't you learn to dress properly?"

Aces shook the potion bottle in his hand and explained: "I am applying the potion, and it is inconvenient to wear clothes."

Snape was silent for a moment, looking at the potion in Asseth's hand and wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked to the bedroom.

Arriving in the bedroom, Snape suddenly began to regret his impulse just now.

Applying medicine... He has never applied medicine to anyone except himself.

And the scar is still on the back.

Aces stood on one side, holding the potion bottle, and watched Snape's expression change in amusement.

"Ahem...Sif?"

He coughed lightly, suppressing his laughter and calling.

Snape came to his senses and stretched out his hand to Artes. Aces handed over the potion and sat down on the bed, facing away from him.

Snape held the potion bottle as if he was holding a bomb. He felt that it was nothing if he lost it, and it was nothing if he didn't throw it. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

But the Potion Master was still the calm Potion Master after all. After struggling for a while, he sat down, calmly, and tilted the potion down slightly.

The potion was in the form of water. As soon as it landed on the scar, it slid down the groove of the spine. It was about to drip onto the bed at a very fast speed. Snape didn't care about the entanglement and subconsciously reached out to apply the potion upward.

The moment his hands and back touched, Ass's breathing tightened imperceptibly, and his body reflexes tightened. His whole body seemed to be a bow with a full string, ready to go.

Soon, he realized that the person behind him was Snape, and he relaxed unconsciously.

Snape's hand was placed behind Artes's back, and he naturally noticed a series of his movements, and the movements of his hand quietly relaxed.

Asses noticed that the intensity was getting weaker, and the smile on his lips gradually deepened, but he remained quiet and did not speak.

Snape's movements were stiff, and he slowly spread the medicine and applied it. As soon as he applied it, he felt as if he had been burned. He jerked his hand away, leaving only a short "Okay."

Sitting alone in the bedroom, Asseth finally couldn't help but chuckle.

The softest place in my heart seemed to have been lightly touched, feeling numb and crispy.