HP: Embrace the Darkness

Sirius had a rare doubt in life, and Artes didn't know it. He came here just to make sure that he was okay, otherwise it would be troublesome to deal with Dumbledore.

As soon as they appeared, Gavin saw them.

"The young master is back!"

"The young master is back? Where is he?"

The eyes of several men in training lit up, they quickly put down their guns and swarmed forward.

"Well, I'm back."

Aces was smiling, not caring that they still had sweat on them that they had not had time to wipe off after training. Gavin, who seemed careless, was the first to notice the smell of sweat on their bodies.

"Go away and wipe your sweat clean."

Gavin yelled loudly and swatted people away like flies. He didn't stop until everyone was driven away.

"Master, why are you here?"

Gavin took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance that would not touch Artes. His height of over 1.9 meters, in order to show a well-behaved posture in front of Artes, he shrank up, and it didn't look like he was looking at it from a distance. Seems inconsistent.

"I'm here to see you. You came from Germany and I haven't had time to see you. How are you? Are you still used to it here?"

Naturally, Aces would not say that he came to see if Sirius had been killed by them.

This somewhat hurt the hearts of these big men.

"We are used to it, young master, don't worry."

Gavin grinned and answered Ass's questions.

"That's good. If you need anything, just ask Grandpa Joel and he will prepare it for you."

After Asseth said this, he glanced at the gun in Gavin's hand and said, "Come on, give me a try."

Gavin looked down at the gun on his hand that was stained with sweat. He was embarrassed to show it to Artes, so he turned around and ran to the wooden stand beside the training ground to carefully select the cleanest gun.

Feeling that it was not clean enough, he took out a towel from the wooden stand and wiped the gun several times before running back and handing it to Artes.

"Master, use this."

In fact, Artis didn't dislike Gavin. Gavin took it from him, fumbled twice, and went to the training ground to challenge someone.

Gavin saw this and Ma Liu followed.

Because of this simple act of Asseth, the gunfire at the training ground didn't stop all day.

Life during the holidays is no different for Asseth. The only difference is that there is one less person around him at night.

The moonlight shines down, caring for the earth.

The brilliance that catches the eye is like jade and flowing water. The entire manor is glowing with silver light from the inside to the outside, and the ink shadows ripple in the evening breeze.

The manor fell into a sweet dream of evening breeze and moonlight, and not even the swaying leaves broke the silence.

In the manor, through the long and luxurious corridor, one of the doors has a faint light.

It was a bedroom that even the door frame exuded a sense of splendor and careful decoration.

Everything inside is neatly placed in every position, and various rare treasures are carefully stored by the owner.

In the center of the bedroom, there is a large bed with solid wood carvings, silver and ink colors. The bed curtains are as bright as the moonlight, covering up the scene inside.

Lying on this bed was none other than the owner of this manor, Asseth.

Aces thought very distressed.

First of all, he never knew that he had insomnia. The current situation - he had been lying in bed for an hour and still didn't feel sleepy at all.

Not at all. He was so energetic that he once felt like he could get up and run around the manor.

Secondly, he seemed to recognize the bed a little bit, but what was wrong was that the bed he recognized was not his own bed, nor the bed in the manor, but the simple bed placed by the potions master in the cellar.

To be honest, the bed in the cellar was definitely not the most comfortable bed he had ever slept on, but he seemed to miss that bed.

Or the owner of the bed.

Asseth thought, turned over again, his hands habitually moved to the side, and hugged him empty.

Only then did he realize that this was not a cellar, and naturally there was no potion master beside him.

The feeling of having empty hands is strangely uncomfortable.

"Sev, I seem to have missed you a little." He murmured quietly to himself, his tone a little frustrated.

He was the one who said it was okay, and he was the one who couldn't stand it in the end.

After the Potions Master found out, it was time to laugh at him again, but ridicule was not impossible.

Aces thought happily.

Meanwhile, Spider End Alley on the other side.

Snape carefully packed the last bottle of potion and turned to look for someone.

"Asses, come here -"

Looking at the empty potions room, Snape was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this was not a cellar, but his home in Spider's End.

So no one would help him when he made the potion, and no one would praise him in various ways.

Snape quickly came to his senses, pursed his lips, stood up, put away the potions, and began to tidy up the messy table again.

Only then did Snape realize something - he seemed to be used to having someone around him.

Whether that person is talking or smiling at him, it makes him feel happy.

Could this be a good thing?

Snape didn't know, and didn't want to know now.

He was distracted by the inexplicable gap, and he didn't want to spend time in the potion room. He even only sorted half of his things before hurriedly washing and resting.

When lying on the bed, Snape suddenly realized that the gap just now was not as big as it is now.

Aces is warm, in every sense of the word.

Now that the body temperature of one person is missing from the bed, it suddenly becomes a lot colder. In addition, it has been rainy recently, and it has become a lot colder at night. The cold air seeps out of the bed and penetrates into the bones.

Moreover, Spider Tail Alley is not a cellar, and there is no magic pattern with a constant temperature to keep him warm.

Snape lay there for a while, then got up with a dark face and added a thin quilt to himself.

This time it was warmer than before, but still not enough.

Snape silently cursed the damn weather while looking for something that could provide him with warmth.

His eyes stopped at the black robe hanging by the door.

This was the alchemical black robe. Snape did not hesitate to use magic power to take the black robe over and cover it with the quilt.

This time the temperature slowly warmed up.

Snape closed his eyes angrily, but in his mind he was thinking about Artes' suggestion of carving the magic mark in Spider's End.

Cavendish Manor.

After turning over for an unknown number of times, Asses finally gave up the struggle, turned over and sat up, and casually picked up the robe prepared by Nina on the bedside.

In the quiet and dark manor, the master's study suddenly lit up, and this light lasted all night.

In the early morning, Joel looked at Artes who was feeling sleepy again and again, and frowned hard.

"Master Asseth, please tell your butler that you did not engage in any inappropriate activities last night."

Aces had a face with a rare smile on his back. Lack of sleep made his air pressure obviously low. Even Susanna, who always had a playful smile, calmed down with her eyes.

"I don't think so." He answered truthfully, "I'm just not used to the bed at home."