HP: Embrace the Darkness

Artes carefully studied Snape's face and saw that he kept frowning, and his heart seemed to be pinched.

"Sev, don't frown. I know it's wrong to come to you suddenly in the middle of the night, but I couldn't think of anything else except wanting to see you at that time. I promise there won't be a next time."

Snape was still thinking about how to pour out the water that had entered Artes's head.

Aces had already adopted the attitude of admitting his mistakes when he knew they were wrong, and he admitted his mistakes at lightning speed.

He didn't lie to Gellert. If he knew his mistake, he would admit that he had always done a good job.

The same goes for his father and mother. At least he has never seen two people who deny it when they admit their mistakes.

Snape didn't say anything, and Artes had already confessed a lot of his mistakes.

He turned his head in surprise and actually saw an apology on Asseth's face.

Good news: the water pours out on its own

Bad news: It seems to be wrong.

Why did this person suddenly become stupid? What was going on in his mind.

The furious Snape slapped Ass on the head and pressed down hard, trying to pour the water out of his head through physical means.

"You think I'm angry about this?"

No?

Aces told Snape the answer in his heart with confused eyes.

Snape was tired.

He wanted to throw this idiot with a fluctuating IQ out of his house.

Of course, Artes was not stupid, but his brain was a little tired from lack of sleep. Now that he saw Snape's reaction, he realized that he had misunderstood.

But he wasn't sure yet.

"So no?"

"Is your brain flooded?"

Two questions came out of their mouths at the same time.

After being confused for a whole night, Asses finally had an idea.

He tentatively hugged Snape, lowered his head on his shoulder, took a deep breath of the slightly bitter herbal fragrance, and then began to complain in a muffled voice.

"That's not the case. There is no water in my brain. I just haven't slept well for several days and am a little confused."

"I'm so sleepy, Sev."

The fine black hair fell on Snape's neck, pricking it a little. He hesitated, but in the end did not push Artes away, but just pushed the hair away with his hands.

His hand faintly touched Ass's ear, a bit like a comforting hug.

"It seems that what I said before is right. In addition to eating with me, my delicate young master also needs someone to sleep with."

Will Ass feel sad because of Snape's ridicule?

No, he would just climb up the pole, even if it was taunting him.

"Then Silver, would you like to sleep with me?"

Take measures!

Snape pushed Artes' head in disgust, but unfortunately he didn't.

"Use your brain, delicate Master Cavendish, you are already here, how can I throw you out?"

"Sleep now or not? Let go when you sleep."

"sleep."

Arthur let go of his hand and took off his black robe, revealing the dark silk nightgown underneath.

Snape saw this scene out of the corner of his eye and curled his lips with unknown meaning, half in a mocking tone.

"You didn't even change your clothes? So our young master Aces came out of the bedroom window?"

"Yes...I didn't think much about it at the time."

Artes explained, and automatically went to bed to warm Snape's bed.

When the warmth began to rise in the quilt, he propped himself up, retreated into his quilt, and looked at Snape expectantly.

Being looked at by him like this, Snape felt that everything was wrong, but he had agreed just now and couldn't bear to go back on it, so he could only slowly move to bed.

For a short distance, he wished he could break one step into three steps.

Fortunately, he added a quilt to the bed a few days ago, so now he doesn't have to cover two people on one, otherwise he will definitely throw Asseth out.

No matter how slow the speed is, there is still time to reach the finish line.

Snape moved for a long time and finally moved to the position left by Artes.

Aces never urged him, but waited patiently for Snape to lie down before raising the warm quilt and covering him up.

Lying in the warm quilt, the warmth comes, and the fatigue of the day feels dissipated.

Snape sighed silently, shrank into the quilt, and buried himself deeper.

Aces stared at Snape's movements intently, secretly feeling cute but not daring to show it.

"What are you looking at? Don't you mean sleeping?"

Snape narrowed his eyes to examine the expression on Artes' face, suspecting that he was thinking of something bad, so he kicked him through the quilt as he spoke.

Aces was unprepared for Snape and was kicked directly onto the bed.

"Hiss, it hurts." Artes pretended to inhale, trying to arouse Snape's few conscience.

Could Snape be fooled by his poor acting skills? Not only was he not deceived, he also went out of his way to make up for it.

It really hurts now.

Aces hissed softly, suddenly remembering something, his magic power jumped obediently, extinguished the light in the bedroom, and then turned over and rubbed towards Snape.

His hands slipped in along the edge of the quilt, and he accurately grasped the cold hands without groping.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

He didn't react just now, and he thought it was because of the Potions Master's anger that he felt cold, but he didn't expect that his hands were really cold.

Snape twitched his hand, struggled symbolically, and then allowed Artes to move if he didn't break away.

Warmth quickly spread to his body along the palms of his hands, and he closed his eyes comfortably.

"The magic pattern you mentioned before..."

He said it casually, as if he was just casually mentioning the topic for small talk, but Asseth knew that was not the case.

"Shall I get one at home?"

Snape's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he nodded in agreement seemingly casually.

"can."

His Sifu is so cute.

Artes chuckled lowly, took out one of his hands that was warming his hands, stretched it along the gap at his waist, and gently pulled Snape's whole body over.

Whether it was due to anticipation or because Artes was in a good mood, the Potion Master did not react to this behavior with the Venom of the Snake King.

However, after being hugged over, he stepped back a little, preventing himself from being completely hugged by Asseth.

That's enough.

Artes suppressed the greed in his heart, let go of the hand holding Snape, and instead reached over from above, wrapping his arms around the Potions Master's thin waist.

He twisted up the thin nightgown with his fingers and rubbed it gently, closing his eyes to hide the surging love in his eyes.

"Good night, Sev."

He had deliberately lowered his voice, but you could still hear the faint whisper. No matter how restrained he was, it was particularly obvious in the dark night.

Snape calmly moved back, and his lower back bumped into Artes's grasping hand.

Feeling the gripping feeling coming from his lower back, he was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally moved back to his previous position.

"Good night, Asseth."

In the darkness, the affectionate and charming peach blossom eyes were bent with satisfaction, and the smile spread little by little.