HP: Embrace the Darkness

The little white tiger fell headlong into the soft quilt, stretched his limbs comfortably, and rubbed his head against Snape's palm and chest.

After rubbing off the loose nightgown, he stopped with satisfaction, stared at Snape with his crystal clear blue eyes, and said hello seriously in the language of white tiger.

"Hululu."

Good morning, Sev.

Snape didn't understand, nor did he want to understand. He just wanted to continue sleeping.

Putting the wand aside with heavy eyelids, he lightly slapped the little white tiger in the face, rolled the little white tiger into the quilt several times, and then retaliated by wrapping the little white tiger two or three layers in the quilt.

"Don't make any noise and go to sleep."

The world in front of him suddenly turned dark. The little white tiger subconsciously fiddled with his paws in the quilt and tried to lift the quilt with his paws.

"Hululu."

Sev, let me out and sleep with you.

The heavy eyelids closed comfortably, and Snape's brain returned to the unconscious state just now.

The little white tiger's hands and feet were less than half the length of a human arm. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift the quilt wrapped in several layers, and his eyes were still pitch black.

"Oooooooo-"

Sev, help.

Unable to open it, the little white tiger looked for the sound of breathing and howled at Snape.

Snape didn't hear it. Not only did he not take out the cub, he turned over and turned his back to it.

With no way to seek help, the little white tiger could only light up the bright blue light on his own, his body lengthened and his quilt bulged.

The cub grew to the size of a half-human white tiger, then stopped and continued to grow in size. It raised its thick and thick tiger claws and easily lifted the quilt covering its body.

The light finally returned.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Bai Hu sat up reservedly, looked down at Snape, who had his back turned to him, and rubbed his head gently.

Snape sleepily rubbed his stretched out head and muttered "Athes".

Bai Hu obediently let him do what he did, and when he fell asleep again, he thoughtfully shook the hand on his head into the quilt, and hooked the quilt with his claws to cover him.

"Hululu?"

Bai Hu's clear blue eyes flashed with some doubts. He raised his head, ears slightly outward and back, and opened his mouth wide to smell the smell in the air carefully.

A tiger's sense of smell can detect enemies several kilometers away, several times that of humans.

The wizard in Animagus form inherited the tiger's sense of smell, and it took no effort for Asseth to smell the smell that followed him from afar, and the smell that was still lingering around him now.

"Ow--"

The white tiger's huge head suddenly lowered, and he roared at the window in a low voice. While roaring, he shook the fur on his body vigorously, shaking off all the white fur on the bed.

Snape wasn't angry when he got up, but as soon as he fell asleep, he was woken up by the same creature, and the creature had a tendency to continue screaming.

Even if you don't get angry, you will be forced to be angry.

He turned around and raised his hand.

"Snapped--"

All in one go.

The white tiger's roar disappeared instantly.

Blue eyes looked at Snape in disbelief as he took action. After seeing clearly the murderous aura mixed with his sleepiness, he immediately closed his mouth and rubbed his big head guiltily.

Don't be angry, I was wrong.

"Change back."

Snape ordered with a deadpan expression.

Bai Hu blinked his eyes but did not move.

He knew very well Snape's tolerance for felines, and the treatment he received when he returned to human form was definitely not as good as the white tiger's treatment.

What's more, with this rough-skinned and fleshy shell, if he gets two more slaps, maybe the Potions Master will be relieved after the slaps?

"Change back or get out."

White light flashed, and Artes blinked his guilty eyes and looked at Snape, smiling bitterly: "Good morning, Sev."

"Morning? This is the first time I've known someone to send out good mornings on the premise of waking up others. It's really strange... very strange."

The potion master half sat leaning against the bedside and sneered.

Aces: "..."

His Sif curses are becoming more and more subtle, and his voice is nice and pleasant to listen to. It will be even more comfortable if the person being scolded is not him.

"Come on, let's ask our Master Cavendish to share why he plays the role of a snarling troll on the Quidditch pitch early in the morning and screams everywhere."

After holding in his grievances all night, he finally found the person who told him about it. Asseth said sadly: "Sev, do you know how many crazy things my father has done?"

Snape raised his eyebrows curiously, "Say."

"He actually left most of the things for me to handle when I went back! I stayed in the study until midnight to finish!"

Artes said with indignation, but Snape was thinking about something else.

Come and wake him up when he can't sleep?

very good.

Snape narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of evil, "So... is this the reason why you came back to disturb me?"

"How can it be!"

Artes was frightened by Snape's "reasonable" guess and immediately explained.

"The white tiger's instinct, the demonstration of smelling a strange smell, I really didn't mean it."

"hope so."

After Snape finished speaking, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Sev? Where are you going?"

Snape walked to the door and turned back lazily.

"I hope Master Cavendish, who woke me up so early in the morning, will remember to bring me a breakfast, otherwise I guarantee that he will never have a good day today."

Asseth raised his lips and bent his eyes into the morning light, "Of course, breakfast is on the table."

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After spending a comfortable and pleasant day in Spider End Alley, Artes returned to Cavendish Manor in the vast night.

This time his main goal is not the study, but... he still has to deal with the study first.

When he came to the study, he read through the letters and reports sent today, and after replying to them one by one, he changed into casual clothes to see how the Ravens were doing.

Seeing that the remaining group of people in Raven were fine and still alive and kicking, fighting and shooting guns, Artes felt that he was worrying about them in vain.

Fortunately, the second thing he did when he came back was to come see them.

Although he thought so, Asses still let them have a good rest and took care of them all before turning to go to Susanna's bedroom.

On the way there, Asseth had been thinking about a very serious and difficult question - how should he wake up Susanna through a door?

That's right, he was going to pick up the sleeping Susanna and accompany him to a place.

One that he might not be able to find, but Suzanne might know of a place where he could still find it.

Aces's eyes were shining, and he glanced sideways at the night written in thick ink. The light was even brighter, almost covering the dark clouds pressing in the sky.

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