HP: Embrace the Darkness

After staying there for a moment, Asseth finally gave up thinking.

He walked towards the Slytherin common room.

In the Slytherin common room.

Elise was leaning on the sofa reading a book. When she saw Asseth coming back, she immediately went to greet him.

"Sir, you are back."

Aces nodded and sat down on the sofa next to the fireplace.

Elise next to him saw that his expression was not quite right, so she hesitated and sat down on the sofa next to him.

\"Sir, what's wrong with you?\"

Elise looked at Asseth worriedly.

Ass's thoughts were pulled back, and he turned to look at Elise with hesitation.

But when the words came to his lips, Asses choked them back.

Forget it, this is not the right time to ask.

Under Elise's worried gaze, he could only casually bring up a topic.

"Have you learned the Patronus Charm?"

Hearing this, Elise lowered her head a little guiltily.

"Not yet, sir. I don't know why, but my patron saint has never been formed."

Aces frowned, remembering his previous situation.

Then asked Elise to show it to him.

Elise nodded, picked up the wand, and waved it gently.

"Calling God Guards"

A faint silver light emerged from the tip of Elise's wand.

The silver light was very weak, so weak that it was almost extinguished.

Asseth could tell at a glance that Elise's situation was completely different from his.

The reason Elise failed was that she didn't have enough happy memories in her mind when she cast the spell.

But thinking of Elise's family, Asseth didn't know how to speak.

The difficulty with the Patronus Charm lies in emotions. Without enough emotion, it is impossible to use this spell.

Seeing that Asseth had not spoken, Elise couldn't help but feel depressed.

"Sir, I know my memories are not happy enough, but I can no longer find the happiness I had before."

Hearing the sadness in the girl's last words, Asseth sighed.

"If you can't find happy memories, then try to protect them. As long as you want to protect someone enough, your patron saint will come out."

"But it's hard, good luck to you."

He can only give her some suggestions. Whether it can succeed depends on whether Elise can abandon everything to protect one person.

Elise looked at the wand in her hand thoughtfully, "I understand, sir."

Seeing that she had figured it out, Asses stood up and prepared to go back to the dormitory.

Suddenly, Elise remembered something and hurriedly called out to Asses.

"Sir, there is something I need to tell you. Carter has been looking for you recently."

Asseth looked back at Elise and waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

After returning to the bedroom, Asseth got into his alchemy box without hesitation.

He couldn't wait to see the cracked look on Voldemort's face.

In the dark cellar

Snape sat on the cold sofa, without using a warming charm on himself, and just left himself in the cold cellar.

The hypothermia and coldness of the blood loss allowed him to think calmly.

He sat on the sofa, silently stroking the wand in his hand, thoughts swirling in his heart.

How could he believe that troll who was full of lies?

Is it just him who protects him? Or just trust him?

Snape was puzzled.

But it turns out that he does believe in him now, even just a little.

Snape closed his eyes weakly.

How dare he, how dare someone like him give his trust casually.

For a moment, Snape didn't know whether his words were mocking him or Artes.

No, approaching him will only hurt the giant monster. Besides, he is so good and has the brightest future.

Snape struggled internally.

What should he do?

If you hate and abuse him, of course it doesn't matter, but it's trust and protection.

He only lived to protect the children Lily left behind.

If Artes knew he was a Death Eater, would he automatically stay away from him?

No, the Cavendish family should know about my past.

He didn't want that child to end up like Lily.

The chaotic thoughts and emotions almost tore Snape in half.

Eventually it turned into an affirmative thought.

Snape found the idea laughable, that he would once again want to protect someone.

Thinking of this, his eyes were filled with indescribable confusion and sadness.

Snape was tightly wrapped in the cold air in the darkness. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be immersed in the darkness and cold.

There was a dead silence in the cold cellar, just like the man leaning on the sofa.

Suddenly there was a flash of fire in the fireplace and Dumbledore appeared in the cellar.

Snape was startled, but he calmly used Occlumency on his face, suppressing all his emotions before opening his eyes.

Snape sat on the sofa, motionless.

Looking at the uninvited old bee with a cold face, he began to mock mercilessly.

"What? Does our great principal have anything important that I, the professor, need to do?"

The word "important" was emphasized heavily by Snape.

The implication is, don't come to him if it's not important, he's very busy.

Dumbledore saw Snape's unnatural sitting posture and smelled the faint smell of blood in the air. He was a little confused, and then asked casually:

"Are you hurt? Severus."

Snape's expression remained unchanged and he said lightly, "I went to the underground auction today and met some wizards who overestimated their abilities."

Dumbledore hummed slightly, not sure whether he believed it or not.

Snape didn't know why he hid this matter from the troll, but since he hid it, he would naturally leave no loopholes.

After Dumbledore got the answer, he no longer struggled with the matter. He said solemnly:

"I'll be gone for a while."

Snape's face fell instantly.

"Where are you going, why are you finally tired of your beloved Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore didn't care about Snape's ridicule and continued to speak gently.

"Severus, I'm just an old man and I need a little down time."

Snape continued to play steadily.

"When it comes to downtime, Professor McGonagall and I are the ones who really need it."

"If I remember correctly, Professor McGonagall and I have been running the school these past few months."

Hearing this, Dumbledore coughed twice with some guilt, "Severus, you have to be considerate of an old man."

"The most powerful old man in the wizarding world?"

Snape didn't believe his lies, but he also knew that he couldn't stop this damn old bee's behavior, he could only find some comfort in his words.

Sure enough, Dumbledore's unmistakable voice came.

"Please, Severus."

Snape snorted from his mouth, then turned his head and said goodbye silently.

Dumbledore understood instantly and disappeared in front of the Potions Master.