HP: Embrace the Darkness

After getting down to business, the brother who was barely conscientious finally remembered that he had a younger brother and calmed down to sense the fluctuations of magic power outside.

Finding that they were still waiting outside, Asses had to abandon the good atmosphere and bring back the topic of running away 800 meters.

"I won't care about Draco anymore. You're right. He has grown up. To him, our protection is just a choice we think we make for him. He should learn how to protect himself."

These were not the main points of what Asses wanted to say. He quietly looked at the potion master's face.

"And I probably don't have time to care about him anymore."

Hearing some temptation in Asseth's words, Snape suddenly frowned and couldn't help but exert force on his hands.

"What do you mean?"

Artes didn't dare to look into Snape's eyes, fearing that he would be reluctant to leave, so he straightened up and walked slowly to the sofa, avoiding eye contact.

"I will leave for a while to find the restless ravens and bring them back."

Snape remained silent, his eyes following the figure that had wandered onto the sofa, and it was a long time before he spoke.

"Is it dangerous?"

Aces closed his eyes, thankful that he did not stay where he was, otherwise his abnormality would not be hidden from Snape.

"I promise it'll be okay."

Is it just going to be okay? what about others?

Snape wanted to ask more, but his throat was choked and he couldn't ask anything. His reason also reminded him not to ask. Finally, he calmly stood up.

"I'll go deal with Goyle and Crabbe."

Artes sighed. It was difficult for him to hide his emotions in front of Snape, so why was Snape.

He would be blind if he couldn't see such obvious negative emotions.

Unable to sit down on the sofa, he stood up and took a few steps over to hug Snape from behind.

"I promise to come back with all my beard and tail intact, and I won't be hurt at all. Don't be unhappy."

The warm feeling of breath licking the skin came from the back of his neck. Snape froze and moved forward uncomfortably, but the hand around his waist hindered his movement.

"Let go."

The Potion Master was displeased between letting go and hugging him for the last time during this period of painful loss, or continuing to hug him, so Asseth decisively chose the former and let go obediently.

"I let it go."

Draco wandered around the door several times, realizing that he was particularly stupid for not leaving directly - the two people inside were talking endlessly, and they didn't know how long they would wait here.

But he had already waited, and he was not willing to leave now, so he accepted his fate and took Cedric to chat and kill time by the window.

Cedric was very friendly to his classmates and immediately responded to Draco's chat request.

He just misses Assis in the cellar. He doesn't talk very seriously, and his eyes are always at the door.

Draco: "..."

The platinum peacock is unhappy.

This was the first time someone dared to ignore him in front of him - oh, not the first time, the last time someone ignored him was Cedric.

Just an hour ago.

Thinking of this, Draco became even more resentful, his eyes rolled around, and he felt a little bit evil.

"Cedric, let me ask you a question, that is...how did you feel when you saw my brother in that cemetery?"

The key words in the words instantly drew Cedric's attention back. He had been chatting for so long, and finally his eyes fell seriously on Draco.

"I can't describe what it feels like. If I had to describe it, it would be the last second when I was about to lose the Quidditch game. I caught the Golden Snitch."

People who are not seekers will never understand the weight of this sentence.

Unfortunately, one of Draco and Aces who had just walked out of the door was Slytherin's current seeker, and the other was Slytherin's previous seeker.

Survival from desperate situation, nothing more than that.

Draco looked at Cedric's sincere pupils, and then at the two people who came out.

There was only one thought in my mind: My life is over.

Aces paused and looked at Cedric in astonishment. The vague feeling he had when he was in St. Mungo's Ward found the answer in these words.

drawbridge effect.

In extremely dangerous situations, fear causes the heartbeat to accelerate violently, creating the illusion of heartbeat.

This is what Cedric is in now, maybe more...

Artes was thoughtful, thinking about whether to tell Professor Sprout to ask Mr. Diggory to take Cedric to see a psychiatrist.

"Professor Snape, I'm leaving first."

Aces' footsteps naturally changed direction and did not stop in front of Draco and Cedric. After saying hello, he immediately disappeared into the corridor.

Before Cedric's psychological problems were intervened, he thought it would be better not to have contact with him.

Snape glanced at Cedric and Draco coldly and left without saying a word.

Would Draco dare to stop him?

No, he didn't dare.

He now wished these two people could leave quickly.

Otherwise, Draco didn't know if he would be able to see the sun tomorrow.

But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the corners of his dean's lips were a little rosy, which was even more obvious against the fair complexion that had not seen the sun all year round.

If I remember correctly...it didn't seem so red in the cellar just now? Draco thought hesitantly, rubbing his chin.

Cedric wanted to stop him, but unfortunately Asses ran too fast. As soon as he raised his hand, he disappeared.

Aces appeared again outside Professor Sprout's office.

Professor Sprout is either in the greenhouse or in the office. The probability is 1 in 2, which is very easy to find.

The door of the office was closed tightly. Asseth raised his hand and knocked politely twice. Fortunately, he received a gentle "Enter" from Professor Sprout.

Aces opened the door and walked in.

"Professor Sprout, excuse me."

Professor Sprout looked up in surprise, not expecting that the person arriving would be their resigned professor of alchemy.

"Cavendish teaches—Sir, take a seat."

Aces sat down on the chair in front of the desk, thought for a moment, took out a small constant-temperature flowerpot from the ring, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

"Professor Sprout doesn't mind a small resignation gift."

Professor Sprout took the flowerpot and said, "Thank you, Mr. Cavendish, for coming here to give me a separation gift."

Aces pointed his fingertips on the armrest of the chair and said calmly: "There is one thing... I may need to trouble Professor Sprout."

"Whatever it is, just say it. As long as I can understand and help, I will try my best."

Professor Sprout smiled gently and gave Artes a cup of hot black tea.

It is always not good to tell other students that they are sick. Asseth carefully considered his words.

"This matter... is about Cedric. I just had a casual interview with him and found that something is not right with him. He seems to be particularly dependent on me, the person who saved him. The situation is quite serious."