HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Miss Medusa's playmate is also the general controller of all the alchemical patterns in the cellar."

Snape had known the former statement for a long time, but this was the first time he heard the latter statement.

"What do you mean?"

Asseth looked at White Snake and said, "Come on, let's show it to Sif."

Sif?

Dean?

White Snake shook his head blankly, his red eyes wandering back and forth, lingering on the two of them.

It had only been made by Asseth not long ago, and his understanding of the world was just a blank sheet of paper.

Just now, Artes asked him to call him Dean, and now he called him Sif. His newly activated brain still couldn't figure out this confusing relationship.

Snape looked at the confused White Snake.

It casts great doubt on the safety of its mastery of the alchemical magic patterns in the cellar.

Asseth picked up the white snake and studied it carefully.

After catching the confusion in its eyes and Snape's reflection, I suddenly seemed to understand why the white snake didn't respond.

"Sifu is the dean, and the dean is also Sifu. They are the same person. I call him Sifu, and you call him dean. There is no conflict between the two."

Is the dean Sifu? Sif is the dean?

White Snake nodded as if understanding, looked at Snape with red beady eyes, raised his head slightly, and the lines on his body lit up little by little, and the red light extended from his eyes to the tip of his tail.

As if in response to it, the mysterious lines in the cellar lit up little by little, intersecting and covering the entire cellar, forming a transparent cover.

Aces raised his hand and gently landed on it, and a transparent film rippled.

As the blue light shook, Asseth's hand turned red visibly and began to bleed.

Snape was startled and quickly pulled Artes' hand back, "Where is your brain?"

"It's okay. I'm the producer. The defensive damage has been reduced to the minimum. If it were another person, there might be no bones left."

Asseth waved his hand nonchalantly, and the white magic flowed, and the hand returned to its original shape.

"This defense was supposed to be outside, but now it's a demonstration, so it's placed inside."

"Except for you, no one can step into the cellar against your will from now on, not even Dumbledore or Voldemort."

This transformation has exhausted almost all of Asseth's knowledge of alchemy, and his terrifying defense will catch him even if he doesn't pay attention.

So this sentence is not adulterated at all, not even Dumbledore and Voldemort can do it.

Snape: "..."

Why on earth was his workplace guarded against Dumbledore and Voldemort?

One is the principal and the whole school belongs to him.

One who would never set foot in Hogwarts.

What does he have to guard against? What is going on in Asseth's mind.

The look in Snape's eyes was really weird. After being stared at by him like this, Artes felt that something was wrong.

Such a powerful defense, why didn't he do it at Snape's house.

This is Hogwarts after all, a place of work, not home.

"How about I go to your house and make another one."

he offered tentatively.

Snape choked and was speechless for a moment. Has Ass's ability to understand been eaten by a dog? He obviously didn't mean it this way.

"No need." The speechless Potion Master directly rejected Asseth's imminent idea.

But Asseth had already finished the cellar. He didn't say anything more, but mentioned another thing.

"Why did he call you father?"

"I do not know either."

Both of them looked at White Snake.

The little white snake imitated Miss Medusa's posture, raised her head high, and said proudly: "Because my father is the creator, and I was born because of my father."

"No, Asses wanted to be my companion, so you were born."

Miss Medusa couldn't help but retort.

The little white snake's brain wasn't that good yet, so when it heard what Miss Medusa said, it believed it.

He immediately straightened his head and turned towards Miss Medusa, his red eyes filled with admiration.

"Mother."

"Cough cough cough-"

Aces was originally thinking about how to correct the name of this little white snake, but he didn't expect it to suddenly hit him with such a bomb. He couldn't react and choked.

He struggled to recover under Snape's half-smiling gaze, and immediately corrected him harshly.

"You can call her mother, but don't call me father."

"But--"

"No but, you really can't call me young master. Anyway, don't let me hear father and master."

"Ok."

The white snake retracted its head in grievance, and its pitiful appearance fell into Miss Medusa's eyes, and her motherly instincts suddenly aroused.

"Oh, I don't care what you care about. She is just a child, and you are so fussy about arguing with her."

Aces responded vaguely, turned around and picked up Snape, preparing to run away.

Who knows what other explosive thoughts White Snake may have in his mind, but it would be safer to leave quickly.

"Wait, Asseth! It doesn't have a name yet?! Don't run away!"

Miss Medusa reacted faster than White Snake and quickly called out to Asses.

Artes stopped and looked at Snape who was holding his hand, "Sev, will you pick one up?"

Snape looked at Artes, then at the expectant White Snake, and hesitated for a moment.

"……gender."

"I didn't give it a gender at the time. If I had to say it, it would be a boy."

Snape pondered for a moment, his eyes lingering on Asseth, "Then call him Morpidot."

This word was a bit familiar, and Asseth was stunned for a moment. His mind went through the language knowledge he had learned before, and he found some vague impressions from the corners.

"It's a bit like Sanskrit but not Sanskrit. It should be Sogdian?"

"Given by the Moon God—Mopidao?"

"You know?" Snape raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Such a biased ethnic language would have been impossible to know if he hadn't accidentally read it in a book before. Unexpectedly, Asseth could recognize it even by hearing the name.

"I have been exposed to it in previous language classes."

Aces suddenly recalled the previous class situation and grimaced pitifully.

"Sev, you don't even know how crazy they are, telling me, who was five years old at the time, such complicated things, especially Chinese. I have been learning Chinese for so long, and now I can only communicate on a daily basis."

As he described it, a miniature version of Artes seemed to appear in front of Snape's eyes while he was studying bitterly.

He frowned at the textbook and continued to read in the language of an unknown country.

Sympathetic but funnier.

Snape coughed slightly and suppressed the smile that escaped his lips.

"So how many languages ​​do you know now?"

Aces couldn't see the dazzling smile in his eyes, he was just happy to make him laugh.

After hearing this question, he thought for a while and said uncertainly: "I'm not sure how much I have mastered, but as long as the language is not too biased, I have no problem with daily communication."

"After all, most countries speak English."