HP: Embrace the Darkness

At night, Hogwarts takes off its noisy coat and sleeps quietly. Except for the occasional wind blowing and the leaves swaying and rubbing, there is no other sound.

Arthur hesitated for a while and decided to let go of Hogwarts Castle, an old and disrepaired alchemy tool.

He returned to Cavendish Manor, found in the study the letters that Joel and Susanna had not been able to deliver to him during this period, and packed them all away.

The ring was filled with letters, and Asseth couldn't wait to walk into the fireplace.

"boom--"

The green flames are burning, the destination is the Hogwarts cellar.

The heavy dew at night makes the clothes wet.

The cold feeling of the clothes makes it impossible to tell whether the clothes are wet or cold.

Just like that, Asseth strode out of the fireplace with the chill of the night.

As soon as he walked out, his steps froze in place.

I saw a person sitting quietly on the sofa with his back to the fireplace in the dark cellar.

The man was hidden in the darkness, motionless.

There is no need to guess who the person who can stay in the cellar in the middle of the night is, but why he is still outside at this time and not in the bedroom.

An "outrageous" voice is like a seed that takes root and sprouts in the heart, grows into a towering tree, and happily shakes the crown of the tree to announce the answer loudly.

Sif was waiting for him.

Aces heard his heart skip a beat heavily in the silent night, followed by a heartbeat that was even stronger than when the mark was touched.

One, two... three, four, five, six, seven or eight times.

The heart that beats wildly has a tendency to not care about the life or death of its owner. It spreads its mating feathers vigorously, not caring that the object of mating is still sleeping.

Aces covered his heart that was beating too fast and called out in a low voice. "Sev?"

There was no sound from the other side of the sofa.

The man's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was sleeping so deeply. Was this... staying up late again?

He thought, waving his hands to drive away the coldness on his body, then took off his robe that was stained with dew and coldness, put it aside, and carefully came to the edge of the sofa.

The weak fluorescent spell on his hand illuminated the scene in front of him.

The Potions Professor, who was leaning against the sofa, had his eyebrows stretched, his eyes closed, his head tilted slightly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically and slowly while resting on the soft sofa.

Aces' eyes unconsciously slid to the Potion Master's chest and slightly loose collar.

Is this robe a little too loose?

Just breathing, the collar loosened?

What if...

A picture suddenly appeared in the mind of the "young and energetic" Master Cavendish: his pale fingertips hooked into the dark nightgown. Before he could move, the nightgown slipped off with his breathing.

Thin and strong waist, sharp...

Aces was caught off guard by what came to his mind.

When his nose felt hot, he subconsciously covered it.

There is no moist feeling in the palm of the hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Just in case, he removed his hand and looked at the palm of his hand under the light of the fluorescent spell.

There is nothing in the palm of my hand.

He was completely relieved.

Fortunately, no nosebleeds.

Otherwise, you will be embarrassed and lose your fortune.

Someone who was worried about losing face and losing his hair quietly extinguished the fluorescent spell.

There was no light in the cellar, and without the fluorescent spell, it was completely plunged into deathly darkness.

The darkness did a good job of concealing Artes' gaffe.

He quickly straightened his expression, twisted up his nightgown based on his feeling, and carefully pulled up the collar, making sure that it was fully covered and not a single seam was exposed.

Take the opportunity to clean up the pictures in your mind to avoid leaving pitfalls for yourself.

In fact, this approach is correct.

Aces quickly realized this later on and was thankful for it.

After doing everything, he gently raised his fingertips and lit the fire in the fireplace.

The warm firelight casts from the fireplace, gently covering the cellar with a warm yellow veil.

The dim light is not dazzling and stays at the edge of not affecting sleep.

He didn't wake up the potions master who was sleeping soundly.

Aces looked at him greedily and tenderly.

The desire buried deep in the innermost core of human nature suddenly intensified when faced with the unprepared sleeping look of his lover, and his breathing that was calm just now gradually became heavier.

Every inch of skin is clamoring to devour the person in front of him. Desire and love merge into one at this moment, and love reaches its peak.

Desire is hard to fill.

However, he just called out in a soft voice: "Sifu? Why did you fall asleep here?"

Hearing the sound, Snape frowned impatiently, and the overwhelming sleepiness covered his ears.

With all his attention on the potion master, Artes didn't notice that the back of his hand was shining, and the marks on it were getting clearer and clearer.

The beautiful crescent-shaped mark flickers and disappears, absorbing the strong love and transforming it into its own energy.

"Sev?"

Aces tugged at Snape's sleeve tentatively.

Finally, Snape's eyelashes twitched slightly, awakened by sounds and external movements that did not belong to him, and he subconsciously reached for the wand quickly.

This series of consecutive actions suddenly stopped when he smelled a familiar smell.

"Aces?"

"it's me."

Aces smiled, sat down on the edge of the sofa, and held the potions master in his arms who was drowsy in sleep and could not be alert for a second.

"Why did you fall asleep here?"

Aces's attitude was so natural that the potion master who was hugged by him didn't realize what was wrong for a moment, and naturally tilted his head.

Turning his head against the human body, Snape narrowed his eyes in contentment and blurted out the sarcasm he had been brewing for a long time.

"When did Master Cavendish, who we are confident will not have any accidents, come back?"

"I thought his 'clever and witty' brain couldn't find its way back."

Snape sneered, his eyebrows lowered lazily due to sleep showing a bit of disgust for no reason.

Aces felt particularly guilty.

Snape only knew that he was trapped somewhere, but he didn't know that he had stopped delivering messages before, and he didn't know that except for being trapped in the cave, everything was under his control.

This made him feel guilty.

Snape interpreted Artes' silence as being said to be embarrassed, the sleep in his eyes dissipated, he sat up straight in Artes' arms and looked at him critically.

"Where are you trapped?"

Seeing that Snape didn't ask about the key point, Artes was slightly relieved.

"It's a cave full of magic circles. I don't know if the magic circles inside it can't be changed. If I change it, I won't be able to get out. I've changed many places in a row."

He explained, carefully looking at Snape's expression, and then added.

"Sev, I couldn't deliver the letter then."

Snape raised an eyebrow, "So?"

As if he had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, Asseth immediately took out a stack of letters from the ring.

Without thinking, he threw the top few letters aside and thrust the rest into Snape's hands.

"So...make it up now."

Aces curled his eyes.

The dim yellow firelight reflected those passionate peach blossom eyes, the light was lingering and breathtaking.