HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Doe?"

Draco obviously didn't believe it. According to his impression of Snape, even if Snape did have a Patronus, it would be a snake or a big bat, not a deer.

This is not their dean's style at all.

A deer is impossible, and a doe is even more impossible. Merlin, how could his dean's patron saint be a doe.

"Don't talk nonsense, you are definitely wrong!"

Draco was sworn to protect the dignity of their Head of House, and did not see the angry look in Snape's eyes.

"I'm so angry, how could I tell such nonsense, Draco, you don't believe me!"

Estela turned away angrily and ignored Draco, looking at Snape with burning eyes.

"Sev, prove it to Draco, I know I'm not lying."

The two childish naughty children doubled their power when they came together. Draco, not to be outdone, squeezed Estella and looked at his dean eagerly.

"Dean, you just said there was none."

Snape was upset by their troubles and did not want to release the Patronus. His face gradually darkened, but there was an almost imperceptible panic hidden in the gloom.

"When I say there is a patron saint, there is a patron saint!"

Estella stamped her foot angrily.

The noisy voices here finally pulled Assis out of his immersion in the world of research.

Just in time, Estella shouted the last words.

"His patronus is the deer!"

Aces' pen suddenly stopped, and a ball of ink seeped out on the paper, blurring the words he had written before.

He quietly wiped away the ink stains, raised his eyes and scanned the area. Seeing that Snape's face was not good-looking, he dropped the parchment and came over to pick up Draco and Estela, who were still trying to push towards Snape. His face also darkened.

"What's the fuss about?"

Aces rarely looked coldly on one person or one beast. When he became cold, neither one nor one beast dared to say anything.

"Whether or not there is a patron saint, and what the patron saint is, has nothing to do with you. Don't make noises here."

"Draco, do you still want your Animagus? Estela, do you still want Draco to turn into a unicorn and play with you?"

"Shut up if you want. Now, you two do whatever you have to do."

One man and one beast looked at each other, and all looked at Asseth.

Their movements of raising their heads were exactly the same, and the words they asked were exactly the same.

"What are we going to do?"

Two little fools.

Ass's anger, which had only been rising for a short time, was exasperated by them, and he ordered them in an angry manner.

"Estella, go and tell Draco the precautions. Tell it from the beginning. If Draco can't remember it, keep telling it until he remembers it."

"As for Draco, memorize the precautions and I'll check them later."

The man and the beast suddenly felt as if they were in mourning. They wanted to bargain, but when they met Asseth's almost indifferent eyes, their hearts that had just ignited the flame of struggle suddenly stopped.

Okay, just say it/memorize it.

After sending these two away, Artes returned to Snape, "You don't need to take their words seriously. They just got together and acted wildly. Just send them away."

"Hmm... If we let them go, they might start a quarrel. How about I throw them out? We won't be able to hear them if they quarrel like this. That would be great."

He said, raising his hand ready to move.

Snape: "..."

But it turned out that Asses was right.

Not long after the two people over there went to recite, there was indeed a noise.

Snape looked over and saw that the two of them were arguing in less than two minutes.

Not surprisingly, Artes floated over the parchment he had just thrown away and handed it to Snape with a smile.

"Come and take a look at what I just wrote. Don't worry about them. Let them quarrel for a while. If they feel noisy, I will let them go somewhere else to quarrel."

Snape took the parchment, and before he could say anything, Artes walked over, picked it up one by one, threw it out, and closed the door, all at once.

Artes elegantly straightened his sleeves that were wrinkled due to too much movement, and raised his eyebrows proudly at Snape.

"Quiet now."

Snape's mood quietly improved despite his interruption. He lowered his head and wrote his own suggestions on the paper.

"Ah."

Aces sat quietly on the side, holding the sofa with one hand and turning the pen with the other, staring at Snape.

After writing a few strokes, Snape's thoughts were disrupted by a particularly concerning gaze, and his handwriting gradually became sloppy.

He couldn't help but wonder if Asseth was also curious about his patron saint.

If you were really curious and asked him, how could he explain the patron saint of deer.

And...Lily...

All kinds of chaotic thoughts occupy the brain and expand towards the heart.

The heart beats faster and faster.

Snape clenched the quill in his hand, and his nervous heart felt inexplicably calm. His soul and body seemed to be separated, and he analyzed himself almost indifferently.

In the past, when faced with memories of Lily, he would habitually use Occlumency to control overly intense emotions, but this time he was surprisingly calm when he thought of Lily.

Under his analysis, the violent heartbeat revealed the true inside, vivid and clear.

Not guilt, not sadness, just fear.

Afraid that Asses would know everything he had done, afraid that the past would break the harmonious atmosphere between the two, and even more afraid that the calm surface would be torn apart, revealing the cruel reality.

Although the bright moon is far away, its falling light silently comforts countless dark nights.

In the dark night, only the bright moon remains forever.

After trying the feeling of not being alone anymore, he couldn't go back.

He is not as brilliant as Artes, and he cannot do anything for others other than himself, so even though he cannot see the future, he never pushes Artes away, but selfishly enjoys Artese's indulgence, tenderness and unconditional accompany.

Artes may not know it, but he knows very well that the person he can't live without is not Artes, but him.

How ridiculous, dependence, enjoyment, escape, inseparability, selfishness, everything is him, but it is Asseth who pays more.

The knuckles of the fingers holding the quill were shockingly white. As if he felt something, he carefully pulled out the quill and intertwined his fingers.

"what happened?"

After Occlumency surgery, Snape's control over his emotions actually improved.

Just like now, he clearly heard himself asking in a voice as calm as if nothing had happened: "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you, don't you like it?"

Aces squeezed Snape's hand, a little confused.

Snape paused and rephrased the question.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking of you too."

Aces gave the answer without hesitation, with a smile that showed a trace of nostalgia.

"I thought that when you concentrated on writing, it was like I saw you in the cellar, so I was fascinated by it."

"Is it because I watched too much... and the ecstasy affected you? Or is it because of something else? Can you tell me?"

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It’s the last day. This stuff is so difficult, but I still want to thank everyone.

This is also the first time for the author to write a book. It is my luck to meet you, and it is even more lucky for Asseth.

There is a lot I want to say, but I think the extra chapter may be more in line with your wishes, so I won’t say much more and will work hard to prepare the extra chapter to express my gratitude and love.