HP: Embrace the Darkness

Black lake in the early morning, filled with smoke.

The morning light was weakened by the black lake, and only a faint light remained through the glass, waking up the basement and waking up the people sleeping in the cellar.

cellar.

The wizard's eyelashes trembled on the bed, and he slowly opened his eyes, facing the familiar ceiling.

Is he in the cellar?

How did you come back?

Snape was stunned for a while, his eyes searching from the ceiling to the sofa beside the bed.

The moment I saw Asseth, the blurry and ambiguous memories of last night came back.

Bits and pieces of memory fragmented and hit his brain. Snape's face turned green and white, and his mind was filled with everything Artes had done to him last night.

Take advantage of him when he has no resistance, okay! very good!

Snape's anger suddenly flared up.

Even in Voldemort's hallucinations, he never doubted Artes, and he could identify whether the person in front of him was Artes.

But now?

In reality, he just lost his usual vigilance and clarity, and was taken advantage of, trampling his trust into the ground, making him worthless.

The anger and shameful anger finally grew stronger and stronger in the inexplicable sense of betrayal, almost burning out his reason.

Snape's face darkened, he sat up regardless of his swelling head, and drew the wand placed on the pillow.

The quilt made a rustling sound under his movements, and Artes also opened his eyes and looked at Snape tiredly following the sound.

He closed his eyes when he was extremely sleepy and took a short rest, so he slept lightly and woke up at the slightest movement.

"Sev, you're awake, how do you feel?"

When Asseth asked this question, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the content of his words, but in the ears of the angry Snape, it turned into something else - a proud show off.

boom--

Anger burned his brain, and the thread of reason was burnt, leaving only a few tiny dots connected together. Snape raised his wand angrily, pointing the tip of the wand directly at Artes.

"Are you very proud? Yes, you should be proud, after all, your goal has been achieved? Or is your brain already filled with stupid things, and you are happy to appreciate the humbleness of me, the Potions Professor?"

Artes's brain, which was not yet fully awake, was stunned by Snape's words.

"Sev, you..."

"Don't say my name!" Snape snarled. "You make me feel sick. Get out of the dungeon now. I don't want to see you here!"

Artes looked at Snape with an angry face in shock. Even in the two years when they were least close to each other, Snape had never said such harsh words to him.

The huge sense of absurdity made him feel that maybe it was just a dream.

But he could tell clearly that this was not a dream.

Aces said in a daze: "What did you say?"

"Can't you hear me clearly?" Snape smiled maliciously and said without hesitation, "I said you were disgusting."

"Why……"

Aces felt as if he had been cut in the middle and split into two halves. One half was heartbroken and speechless, while the other half remained rational and calm, looking for the reason for Snape's anger.

"Do you need another reason why it's disgusting?"

The unbelievable pain in Asseth's eyes still affected Snape. His tone became slightly calmer, but he still did not put down the wand he raised.

It’s really not necessary, Asses laughed at himself. Then he tried his best to calm down, "Do we have any misunderstanding? Can you tell me why you are angry?"

"Don't show your calmness in front of me! There is no misunderstanding and there is no need to tell you why, now! Get out of here, you are not welcome here."

Snape seemed to be irritated by Artes' tone, and he yelled louder, and the tip of his wand also lit up threateningly.

As one of the people who also mastered the Divine Edge Shadow, Asseth knew at a glance that Snape was going to use the Divine Edge Shadow now.

"You want to use Shen Feng Wu... Shadow on me?"

The final sound, which had been stable all morning, was shaking uncontrollably. This trembling revealed the collapse of Ass's calm appearance.

Snape hesitated, drawing his wand back a little.

There was a little light in Asseth's eyes.

But soon Snape remembered everything about last night. He believed in him so much, but... the wand was raised again and pointed firmly at Artes.

"If you don't get out of the cellar, then I can't guarantee what kind of spell my wand will cast. I don't think you are so shameless."

Snape was sarcastic, but his face became even paler, and the hand not holding the wand dropped to his side and trembled slightly.

Aces' face didn't look good either, and the calmness he tried to maintain almost completely disappeared.

"Death-row prisoners also have the opportunity to appeal. At least give me a reason for the death penalty."

The only response to Artes was Snape's merciless one - "Get out."

Aces and Snape were in a stalemate for a while, but decided to leave first.

Now Snape was so angry that he couldn't listen no matter what he said. If he continued to stay, it would only make Snape angrier and irritate him even more.

And Snape had been tortured so much last night that he really couldn't bear to let him continue to be angry.

etc--

last night?

Aces seemed to understand something, but quickly and clearly overturned this possibility.

Even though the incident last night was caused by him at the beginning, it was Snape who deepened it later. Apart from helping him vent it out, there was nothing too extreme... right?

why?

Asses leaned tiredly against the cellar door, rubbing his temples with a headache.

After not sleeping all night, his brain was already dizzy and dizzy, and his mood was up and down early in the morning, which made his brain hurt even more. There was still some lingering pain, and he couldn't hold it together.

Aces leaned for a moment to relieve the discomfort in his brain. He stood up and gave Mopidou a few words before turning and walking towards the alchemy office.

Snape pointed his nose at him and scolded him as disgusting early in the morning. It was not that he was not angry, but that anger was not worth mentioning in the face of sadness, but this did not prevent him from venting his anger to Voldemort.

After all, in the final analysis, Voldemort is still to blame for this matter, if it weren't for him...

There was a hint of anger in Asseth's brows.

After confirming that Artes had really left, the silent Miss Medusa carefully reported the news of Artes' departure to Snape.

Snape clenched his wand and returned to the bedroom without saying a word. He buried himself in the soft quilt to vent his anger and let the anger surge through his chest.

It’s not that he didn’t know how hurtful these words were, nor that he didn’t know the irreversible consequences of saying them.

It was just that he was so angry that he lost his mind, so he couldn't control himself at all. If Asseth hadn't walked so fast, he doubted that he would really use the magic spell.

Snape gripped the quilt tightly, and veins popped out on the back of his hands, just like his uneasy mood now.

He is not afraid of betrayal, but anyone can betray him, except Asseth.

Only Asseth could not betray him.

He couldn't accept it.

It was also because of this that when he felt betrayed for the first time, he would irrationally use the most violent means to expel Asseth from his world.

It is not only to stop losses in time but also to protect yourself.