HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape moved his wrist and weighed the heavy weight in his hand.

The first feeling is that it is thick.

Then there are many, probably more than ten letters.

The Potions Master, who usually didn't write a letter for more than half a month, was very puzzled that Artes could write more than ten letters in a few days.

But that doesn't stop him from swearing.

Snape held the letter in his hand with a faint smile, and asked sincerely: "You have been trapped in the cave for a few days, and there are more than ten letters. What else is on your mind besides writing letters?"

"Actually, there are fifteen letters. I haven't written today's letter yet." Artes corrected with a smile, livening up the atmosphere by saying, "If you want to read it, I can write it now."

Snape did not cooperate with his humor and said expressionlessly: "Answer my question."

Failed to activate the atmosphere.

Artes was instantly honest and answered Snape's question with a low eyebrow.

"And how to leave the cave and miss you."

Finally, I don’t forget to express my thoughts.

Huh, glib.

Snape glanced at Artes coolly, opened the letter casually, and glanced at the contents inside.

It was no different from usual, except for a little more complaints and complaints, either saying that sleeping in the cave was uncomfortable, or saying that I was tired of being a vegetarian.

"Sev?"

Seeing that his expression was quite relaxed, Aces considered it and stroked the mark on the back of his hand with his fingertips.

"This mark, you..."

Snape nodded casually as he read through the letter.

"Yes, I've untied it, is there any problem?"

"No problem, whatever you like is fine."

Snape's reaction was too calm, and Artes couldn't figure out what he meant, so he brought up the topic in the name of haha, preparing to find an opportunity to test it later.

One feels guilty, the other is focused on reading the letter.

The cellar fell silent.

Only the "cracking" sound of fireworks when the flames are burning makes a sense of presence in the silence.

After reading the last letter, Snape folded the messy letters corner to corner, took back the ring, and looked at the eager Arthur.

"I have received the letter, young master, please."

please?

Where are you going?

Are you asking me to go back?

Arthur's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at the fireplace and then at Snape, his expression questioning.

Later, he succeeded in getting a condescending affirmation from the Potion Master.

"It seems that you already understand what I mean, so... I won't send you off. Good night."

Snape consciously made it clear to Artes, and Shi Shiran got up and went back to the bedroom.

Asses and the fireplace were left staring at each other.

Asseth went to great lengths to shorten the journey from several days to just one day, but it was not to return to Cavendish Manor. Naturally, he would not leave like this.

"Whoosh-"

The fire in the fireplace was extinguished by someone out of anger.

In the dark, Asseth came to the door of the bedroom and held his breath to listen to the movement inside.

It was quiet inside, no sound at all.

Artes didn't believe that Snape would leave him to sleep alone, so he leaned forward without giving up, trying to hear the sound of stirring inside.

Still so quiet.

The shocked Aces lowered his head in despair and successfully missed the footsteps approaching the door.

"Shh-"

The door was opened violently by the person inside.

Light rushes out, illuminating the doorway.

"Sif!"

Aces raised his head in surprise, his dim eyes immediately lit up, and he stretched out his hand to hug someone.

Snape crossed his arms and avoided Arthur's hand callously, "It's time for you to go back."

Artes was startled, thinking that Snape noticed his little move, and asked nervously: "Why?"

"It's not convenient for you to stay in the cellar now. You've been out of contact for so many days. You should have a lot of things to deal with at home, and I don't have time to stay in the cellar."

Knowing that it was not a small trick that had been discovered, Artes was relieved and shamelessly took Snape's hand and smiled at him.

"It's convenient. If there's nothing at home, they can take care of it. If you don't have time, I can wait. Besides, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

It’s only been less than ten days, so it’s been a long time since we last met?

Snape was speechless, but looking at Artes' tired face and slightly disheveled clothes, he still got out of the way and raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

"I hope what you said is true."

Aces felt guilty and nervous again.

Sure enough, when a person has something hidden in his or her heart, no matter what the other person says, it all feels connotative.

This feeling is really uncomfortable.

Snape yawned and returned to bed.

It's not that he didn't notice something strange about Asseth, but since Asseth chose to hide it from him, he wouldn't tell him, so there was no need to bother asking.

Moreover, he was also sleepy.

Aces took a hurried battle bath and walked out casually wearing his nightgown.

The water droplets that had not been wiped off the body slid down the neck and were hidden deep in the clothes.

He waved his hands to dry his wet hair, groped his way onto the bed, carefully held Snape's waist, and sent him over as a human pillow.

Half asleep and half awake, Snape felt a heat source approaching, and subconsciously moved to the side, letting the heat source come close to him.

Then he hugged his warm waist skillfully.

In his sleep, his hands, which were not very flexible, stumbled and rubbed against his extremely sensitive waist and abdomen.

Asseth took an imperceptible breath, and felt that the skin between the two of them was burning hot flames out of thin air, and the heat went straight to his lower abdomen.

He smiled bitterly, this time it was his own fault.

but……

Arthur's eyes fell on Snape's face through the darkness, and he tiptoed over to steal a kiss.

He licked his lips, savoring the soft touch.

I thought silently in my heart: It’s just as sweet as sugar.

Holding the person he had longed for for a long time and feeling his lover's breath, Artes soon fell asleep and fell asleep with an almost overlapping heartbeat.

A good night's sleep.

The conditions in the rainforest were poor before, and Artes didn't sleep well. As soon as he fell asleep on the soft bed, the fatigue accumulated from many days of poor sleep burst out. He slept until about three o'clock in the morning, and then he opened his eyes with unfinished thoughts.

After staring blankly at the ceiling, which was completely different from the cave, his mind started to work again.

He's back in the cellar.

Aces turned over and looked to the side. There was no second person on the other side of the bed.

Master Cavendish, who had woken up so late for the first time, lazily got up and tidied himself up slowly.

After tidying up, he left the bedroom.

There was no Potions Master outside the bedroom or in the Potions Room. Asseth searched on the desktop and found the Potions Master's class schedule for this semester and checked it.

There happens to be a Potions class today.

"Okay, class is important."

He reluctantly convinced himself and reluctantly sat down at his desk to deal with yesterday's letters and correct the papers on the table.

After correcting the paper, it means that the Potions Professor does not need to correct it and has time to spend with him.

Asseth speeded up with satisfaction.

After a while, the letters were answered and the paper was revised, but there was no movement at the door.

Aces was not in a hurry. He found a book in the cellar to pass the time and let go of his feelings silently.

When a cold source of magic appeared in his perception and approached Hogwarts, he was not surprised. He lazily turned over a page with an unknown smile on his lips.

Haierbo is finally here.