HP: Embrace the Darkness

The lion of Gryffindor dared to love and hate. After a while, Wendy sorted out her messed up mood and made a request.

"Since I agree, can I ask you a few questions?"

Asses reluctantly agreed.

"do you hate me?"

"it's OK."

After a pause, fearing that Wendy might misunderstand, Asseth added another sentence.

"You are a student of alchemy with me just like everyone else. There is no need for me to hate you."

Aces really didn't hate Wendy.

The education he received from an early age taught him to be the best at whatever he did.

So although he became a professor to stay with Snape, after becoming a professor, he really tried his best to fulfill his duties as a professor.

As his student, it could be said that as long as she did not touch his bottom line, he would not hate her or do anything to harm her.

Of course, the same is true for the other little wizard Arthas at Hogwarts.

Wendy was relieved, and her whole body was visibly relaxed. It was okay if she couldn't catch up, and she could comfort herself with the difference in gender. It would be a failure if she was disliked.

"One more question... Just because I'm curious, since you said you don't like men, how did you feel when you found out you liked Professor Snape?"

Wendy really asked this question out of curiosity. If she thought about it from her perspective, if one day she found out that she liked a girl, it might be a bit exciting.

this problem?

Aces subconsciously looked out the window. The black robe and the person were no longer in the position just now, but he still looked outside.

He never thought about it.

When I understood what I was thinking, I was confused because of the scene where the Boggart appeared. I just thought about how to save people, and I wouldn't worry about this problem later.

Looking back now, he accepted it quickly. He had thought about when he started to be attracted and why, but he had almost no entanglement about gender.

Aces spent a few minutes re-analyzing himself before giving the answer solemnly and calmly.

"There is no special feeling. I just like someone. He is Severus Snape first, and gender and everything else come second."

Come to think of it, Sev should be like this too.

Otherwise, you should stay away from him as soon as you discover his feelings.

Aces suddenly felt lucky. Fortunately, none of them cared about this.

Wendy was silent for a while, then whispered something vague.

Her vision is a bit too good.

"Hurry, hurry up on what you want to do, I'm afraid I won't be able to let go of it later."

The Gryffindor lioness closed her eyes and completely forgot what Arthas said just now.

Aces had no choice but to ask her to open her eyes when he suddenly felt a familiar source of magic approaching his mouth and turned into "Sif."

Snape came over and saw Wendy with her eyes closed, his face darkened a bit.

"Am I disturbing your good business?"

Wendy shuddered and opened her eyes suddenly.

"S...Professor Snape."

"Sev, I'm just here to erase her memory."

Compared to Wendy's nervousness, Aces was very natural, if you ignore his extremely quick explanation.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for not pronouncing the professor's name correctly." Snape sneered, "As for you...do you remember the law protecting minor wizards?"

"Don't worry, no one will know."

Artes smiled at Snape, strengthened the spell around him, and cast a few more powerful confusion spells before standing next to Snape as a matter of course.

"Or you can extract those memories. I have tried it on Elise before, and there will be no problem. Miss Croney, which one do you want to choose?"

The two of them looked at Wendy together. The pressure was overwhelming. Wendy subconsciously took a step back and asked softly: "Is there any difference?"

"To erase it is to lose it forever, once and for all. If you take it out, it may be returned to you."

"Then take it away."

Wendy made her choice simply.

Aces took out his wand and touched her temple, and the cold magic swam in the ocean of memory.

Soon, a silver-blue filament of light was pulled out and floated on the tip of the wand.

Snape took out a glass potion bottle, caught the thread, and closed it.

Wendy opened her eyes blankly and couldn't help but feel happy when she looked at Asseth in front of her.

"Look into my eyes, Miss Croney."

Wendy met Ass's eyes without any precautions.

The deep black eyes are like a whirlpool in the deep sea, making people sink in uncontrollably and willing to get lost.

Aces lowered his voice and guided Wendy to think along with his voice.

"Remember, you have never seen Professor Cavendish and Professor Snape today. You came out just because you were drunk, so you blew the cold air to sober up. Unexpectedly, the wine was too strong and you fell asleep here."

Asseth repeated this sentence three times.

Wendy's eyes gradually changed from confusion to determination, and she couldn't help but repeat what Ass said.

Ases was about to end the hypnosis when he suddenly remembered something, "Remember, you don't have anyone you like for the time being."

Still three times.

After the hypnosis was disconnected, Wendy's body softened and she fell backwards. Asseth had known that this would happen, so he caught her with magic power in time and put her in the corner by the window.

"Let's go, she will wake up in a minute. I have placed a magic spell around her, and she will break it when she wakes up."

Since just now, Snape has been watching Arthur's movements quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that he didn't move, Asses took him and walked deeper into the corridor, not forgetting to maximize his perception and avoid other people in advance.

"Actually, if you want-"

Snape's words were interrupted by Artes who suddenly turned around. Everyone said that wizards have strong intuition, but Artis was like this now, and the siren in his heart was buzzing.

"My intuition tells me that this sentence is not what I want to hear. How about another sentence?"

There was a smile in his eyes, but there was no doubt that he rejected what Snape might say.

The fountain downstairs built to celebrate Christmas was hard at work and splashed with water.

A little further away is a little wizard holding hands.

They strolled in the garden, whispering to their lovers, and their constant laughter contrasted with the almost stagnant atmosphere upstairs.

Aces rubbed his brows and broke the silence.

"Sev, I don't know what you're going to say, but you should know my answer."

Of course he knew, but it was because he knew that he was so powerless. Snape pulled out his hand irritably.

Karkaroff may still be able to escape, but he has no way to leave.

The mark of the dark devil gradually became clearer, and it was not just Karkaroff who was anxious. Even Snape was a little affected, but he usually hid it very well.

Tonight's exchange with Karkaroff tore away the fig leaf of evasion, like a bucket of cold water poured on Snape's head.

How long can the peaceful life last now?