HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Yes, you drink."

Snape nodded and opened the box, revealing three neat rows of glass bottles inside.

The bottle doesn't look big, it's not the transparent glass bottle you use every day, but a brown glass bottle.

In Assis's impression, glass bottles like this usually appear in chemistry laboratories.

I don’t know where the Potions Master found it.

Snape randomly took out a bottle from the box, handed it behind him, and gave brief and concise instructions.

"Remember to take medicine to control your mood on time."

Aces stood on the right side of the back of the chair.

This angle was just right to see Snape's calm and nervous eyes.

He smiled slightly and took the medicine without hesitation.

However, he did not drink it immediately. Instead, he leaned closer, stared into Snape's eyes, and sighed, "Have you stayed up late again these days?"

After only a few days away, the potions master was able to develop a potion that would help him control his condition.

Apart from staying up late to study this possibility, he couldn't find any other possibility.

This time it was Snape's turn to feel guilty.

He tilted his head, avoiding Ass's eyes.

"I thought you knew it was easy for me."

The implication was that there was no need to stay up late, but how could Asses not see through his harsh words.

Looks like I stayed up more than one night.

No wonder I was so sleepy last night.

Aces held the potion in his hand and looked at the hard-spoken and soft-hearted Snape, feeling his heart become softer and softer.

This is his sif.

No matter how much you do behind the scenes, you can just say "simple" and let him go.

When he didn't get an answer, Snape felt a little nervous and couldn't help but look back. When he saw it, he ran straight into a pair of smiling eyes.

Seeing him looking over, Asseth shook the potion, said in a casual tone, pretending to be embarrassed: "But I don't want to drink the potion, what should I do?"

Snape:…

What a shameless, pushy bastard.

He doesn't know him, so hurry up and take him away.

Aces blinked, not caring about his completely shattered image, and continued to draw out his tone.

"You know, I don't like taking medicine."

"But...if someone is willing to feed me..."

Snape laughed at Arthur's shamelessness, and reached out angrily to grab the potion that had been dangling in front of his eyes for a long time, and pulled off the lid.

He didn't feed it, he just held it like this.

"It's sweet, I'll give you three seconds to finish it, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Asseth, who was the first to wink, took the potion and drank it in one go.

Afraid that Snape wouldn't see clearly, he turned the bottle upside down and shook it twice.

"It tastes good. I love it. I've finished it."

Snape said "Huh" and replaced the lid of the black box.

After confirming that there was no problem, he pushed it in front of Asseth, then waved the wand to light up the cellar.

"Put your things away. I think you don't need anyone to remind you to take your medicine anytime and anywhere?"

"certainly……"

Aces still wants to continue to push further.

The next second, Snape struck in time with a sharp and murderous look, and he almost changed his words.

"No, I can do it myself."

Satisfied with the power of his eye blade, Snape nodded reservedly.

"It better be this way."

"Of course, I promise to take medicine every day."

Aces smiled and stretched out his hand to interlock with Snape's, making a serious promise.

Two consecutive losses of contact caused Ass's credibility to drop a lot. After hearing his assurance, Snape's first reaction was to stab him a few times.

"You did the same thing last time to ensure that there would be no accidents outside. Unfortunately, our ignorant Master Cavendish modified the magic circle without authorization and trapped himself in the cave."

This didn't hurt Asseth. He smiled, waved his hand and put the black box into the ring.

"Don't worry, it won't happen this time."

After hesitating for a moment, he added: "Don't be in a hurry for the next potion. Do it slowly if you have time. Don't force yourself if you don't have time. Don't stay up late in the potion room."

"Although I do not continue to take the medicine prescribed by the Muggle doctor, I receive treatment regularly. There will be no sudden outbreaks in my daily life. Don't worry about me."

Snape believed only half of what he said—the first half.

Just listen to the second half.

If he remembered correctly, Asses had had sudden outbursts outside before.

It just happened that he was around at the time.

In the end there were no major problems.

Now that Asseth is not an alchemy professor, he has no way to stay at Hogwarts. Whatever happens, he is beyond his reach. Without some protection, he will not feel at ease.

Artes knew what Snape was thinking at a glance, and smiled helplessly. It seemed that those things before had still left a shadow on Sif.

"Okay, then I can only stay and beat our dear professor."

Snape opened his lips and was about to drive out Artes, who was talking to himself and wanted to stay.

Unexpectedly, from just now to now, someone has been coveting these soft lips for a long time.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that -"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Asseth tilted his head slightly to the left, leaned forward and kissed her, blocking out all the words he had not yet finished and turning them into ambiguous swallowing sounds.

Snape didn't expect that Artes would suddenly kiss him while he was talking, and his whole body froze.

The hand on the table was subconsciously raised.

After reacting, he paused in mid-air, pushing it away or not pushing it away.

Just as humans and humans were fighting in Snape's mind about whether to push Artes away, vague names were murmured between the entanglements.

"Sif..."

"I miss you."

Snape's heart suddenly softened, and he lowered his raised hand unconsciously.

Artes noticed Snape's little movements out of the corner of his eye, and a seductive smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

In order to facilitate the massage, the hand placed on the neck also played a role at this time.

He tentatively used more strength to pull the person over.

The numbness caused by sucking, licking, and intertwining lips and teeth rushed from the back vertebrae to the brain, like a large honey bomb, blowing the sanity to pieces.

My brain seemed to be pressed into soft clouds, drifting and suddenly unable to step on the ground.

In the confusion of his thoughts, Snape found that his body and soul were at odds.

His remaining sanity told him not to continue.

But the warmth that kept coming from that fatal spot on the back of his neck, and the hot and frank love, made him unable to be wary at all.

On the contrary, the thought of Asses being trapped alone in the cave for so many days and then going straight to the cellar when he came back.

His heart softened even more.

Snape looked complicatedly at Artes, who didn't forget to rub his neck to relax him while kissing him, and sighed silently.

Forget it.

Didn’t you already know that after the first time, there will be a second and third time?

After all, he didn't find it annoying, even...that's it.

As soon as this idea came out, it seemed that the prison was opened.

Snape slowly closed his eyes and leaned in along with Asseth's strength. He no longer maintained restraint, but allowed himself to sink into the boundless sea of ​​desire.

The big-tailed wolf Aces seized the opportunity smoothly, pulled the person over and deepened the kiss.