HP: Embrace the Darkness

When Draco took Cedric to knock Goyle and Crabbe on the stick, Snape was in the cellar correcting their holiday homework.

Including the pen in his hand, there are a total of eight pens on the desktop working constantly.

The seven pens he uses to correct papers are props created by Asseth.

No magic power is needed, just press the start button to automatically correct, and it has 70% to 80% of the thoughts and knowledge of the two people, and the accuracy rate is as high as 98%.

The remaining two percent... is the error rate reserved by Asses for fear of being slapped in the face.

The swishing sound of pen and paper is fast and rhythmic, errors are circled, various comments are left, and the lowest score possible is given, all in one go.

One paper after another exchanged positions. Suddenly, Snape, who was carefully correcting, stopped writing, leaving the other seven pens to write rapidly.

The spell he left behind was triggered.

In the portrait storage room at Prince Manor, he not only left a seal, but also left a small amount of magic in the picture frame in the corner to supervise Irene.

As long as there is a sound, the spell will automatically activate. Because there is not much magic power, it needs to be replenished in at least five days.

At first, he just wanted to monitor Irene and prevent her from making small moves. Unexpectedly, he caught a big fish, and it was a big fish that he accidentally bumped into.

Snape divided his pile of papers into seven parts and gave them all to the automatic quill for correction, while he leaned on his chair and eavesdropped openly.

The initial conversation was normal.

He could hear that there was a polite smile in Asseth's words, gentle and distant.

But after Irene asked about their relationship, the atmosphere seemed a little different.

Snape's brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line, and he changed from the relaxed sitting position to a slightly serious sitting position, listening carefully to the conversation between the two.

The spell transmitted the collected voices intermittently - we are friends, no matter how many more, it has nothing to do with you. This is Ass's voice, followed by Irene's voice: Just friends?

Hearing the word friend from Asseth, the potion master slowly raised his eyebrows, looking unnatural.

Erin didn't know Asseth well enough to hear the meaningful tone, but he could hear it.

That sentence was said to a friend over and over again, as if for fear that someone would not understand the meaning.

The Potions Master, who was almost laughed out of anger, flicked down the quill he was working so hard on and watched as it clumsily climbed up and continued working before continuing to listen.

The conversation on the other end of the curse seemed to have reached an impasse, and the intermittent transmission could not hide the aggressive nature of the questioning.

Snape's face darkened.

The cold words and warnings were of no use at all. In the end, the idea was decided on Asseth. Do you really think he didn't dare to destroy the portrait?

He suppressed his anger and continued to listen.

What follows is Irene's outrageous speculations and threats, and Ass's confused and frightened warnings. The imposing questioning and the blank rhetorical questions are in sharp contrast.

As Asses finished his last words, the sound that came from him suddenly stopped, and the only sound left in the cellar was the sound of the automatic quill working rapidly, which was particularly obvious.

Snape looked over sadly.

The poor quills didn't realize that they were being implicated by their master, and they were still working hard.

"Click—click—click—"

The quills were knocked down one after another.

Snape's movements were fast and accurate, and his force became stronger and stronger, which was obviously intentional.

After all the quills fell on the table, twisting the pen tip and feathers for no apparent reason, the angry Potions Master was finally willing to check the results of their hard work for so long.

He randomly picked out a few papers and glanced at them.

The automatic quill pen that Artes had high hopes for did not disgrace him, the error rate was almost zero, and the most important point - the correction scores were lower each one, which was particularly in line with the Potions Professor's style.

Snape was very satisfied, and even the anger he had just felt towards their master had dissipated a lot. He picked them up one by one and continued to squeeze them.

The quill didn't understand what was happening, and when it detected that it was standing up, it began to correct the paper diligently.

The sound of swiping writing is endless.

Snape stared at them, thinking about the things he saw. Half of the breath he had just held was gone, and half was still stuck in his throat. He couldn't help but curse.

"You can't even describe it as a portrait, you're so stupid."

Although it was a scolding, there was a bit of laughter in it.

It didn't really sound like a scolding, but more like a sermon about a cat that was raised at home and swished to provoke a wild cat outside. He couldn't beat it and got a beating. When he finally ran back rolling and crawling, he gave a lecture that was heartbreaking and funny at the same time. .

However, people's hearts are biased. After scolding him, Snape thought about how to express this tone to Artes.

It is said that he is a domestic cat, so it is impossible to watch him being bullied in vain.

The vindictive and defensive Dean of Slytherin silently changed his return to Prince Manor in five days to tomorrow, preparing to give Eileen a "surprise".

At this time, the platinum peacock, who also held a grudge, took Cedric to guard Goyle and Crabbe.

"Um...Draco, do you really want to...put sacks on them? How about forget it?"

In the corner, Cedric was holding a big sack and asked Draco incomprehensibly.

There was no way, he hadn't done anything bad, and he couldn't accept the sudden sack tactics.

Draco stared at Goyle and Crabbe who were getting closer and closer without blinking, and said without looking back: "Yes, it's impossible, forget it. Even if I get scolded by our dean today, I still have to say this." .”

Cedric's hand squeezing the sack felt even worse.

"You still want to be scolded by Professor Snape?"

He asked a lot of questions that made Draco upset. He turned around and slapped him on the shoulder.

This action is still learned from Asseth.

Draco spoke earnestly, but what he said was extremely direct: "Are you afraid? I tell you, you don't have to be afraid. They can't see your face when you put on a sack. I will go to our dean to surrender when the time comes. No." I will expose you, don’t worry.”

Almost halfway through the holiday, Draco fully understood that his brother and Snape had a good relationship.

And he was his brother's only younger brother, so his relationship with Snape was also unusual.

As long as it doesn't cause too much trouble, their dean probably won't give up on him...

He wasn't very confident, but Draco couldn't guess Snape's attitude and was unwilling to back down.

Today, he must kill these two idiots!

"I'm not afraid... I just... think this behavior is not very appropriate."

Cedric didn't really want to help.

"There's nothing inappropriate. They'll be here soon. If you don't want to help me, it's still too late to leave. I can do it alone and I don't need you."

If Draco is determined to do something, no one can persuade him except Lucius, Narcissa, Anna and Artes.