HP: Embrace the Darkness

"I suppose you know he's the principal?"

Snape glared angrily at Artes, who was coaxing a child.

She took the Earl Gray tea from his hand and took a sip.

The refreshing aroma of tea in his mouth extinguished all the remaining anger, and his mood gradually calmed down, but his face still showed suppressed anger.

"As your former professor, let me tell you your problem now."

This feels so damn familiar.

There was a chill on Ass's back, and he stood up straight by reflex and raised a cute smile.

"Not only was he my professor in the past, he is now and will be my professor in the future, so if there is any problem, just tell me and I will correct it immediately."

Familiar glibness.

Snape sneered and said, "There's something wrong with you staying in the cellar. Come on, let me change it."

unwise.

Aces lowered his head in annoyance, wishing he could go back to a minute ago and slap himself for talking nonsense.

Let you talk nonsense, now it's okay, it doesn't matter if you leave, it doesn't matter if you don't leave.

After successfully defeating the eloquent Master Cavendish with one sentence, the Cellar Snake King felt comfortable.

He took a sip of tea with satisfaction and asked another question, "How many days will you stay in the cellar?"

Asseth raised his head, unable to believe what he heard, and asked blankly: "Stay in the cellar?"

Snape gave him a careless look.

"Of course, you can leave now."

Asseth reacted immediately and leaned over with a smile on his face, "I can spare three days to accompany you."

"Well...three days." Snape's eyes quickly flashed with dark light, and he said calmly, "What did you mean by what you just said to Dumbledore?"

"Umbridge wants to be the deputy headmaster, and I always think Dumbledore would agree to it."

Artes crackled and told Snape all the news sent by the Ministry of Magic and the School Board, his tone full of disgust.

Although he had never met Umbridge, on the first day he knew that Voldemort and Fudge arranged for her to enter Hogwarts, all the information of the so-called senior investigator was sent to his desk.

The above is her story from childhood to adulthood and the evaluation of her by people around her.

Without exception, they are all negative reviews.

Thinking of the messy comments in the information, Artes's eyes darkened, and he raised his eyes to look at Snape. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were lowered at the end, with an aggrieved expression of disgust but having to endure it.

"She has too many bad reviews, so we won't play with her."

Snape endured it for a moment, but then he couldn't hold it back and slapped Ass on the head, "Speak properly."

Asseth raised his head and said solemnly: "That's a slug. Once it's attached, it's hard to get rid of it. Let her be the vice principal. I don't know what she's going to do."

"This is Old Bee's business. It's him who has the headache. What does it have to do with me and you?"

Seeing that Artes was talking nicely, Snape rubbed the head he had just patted soothingly.

Feeling the feeling of hair running through his fingers, his tone became calmer.

"You can stay in the cellar, but you can't go out, and don't let the students find you."

Artes smiled and let Snape ruffle his hair, "I didn't want to go out either."

Snape gave Artes a deep look and said, "It's best this way."

Aces has proven his words.

For the next two days, he did not step out of the cellar, and would hide in the bedroom when students came.

No one in Hogwarts knew that there was a second person in the cellar except Dumbledore and Grindelwald who accidentally broke into it.

Even Draco, who came to the cellar occasionally, didn't know that his brother was reading a book leisurely in the cellar bedroom.

There is only one door separated from him.

On the third day, Asseth got up early as usual to help Snape prepare today's teaching aids and lesson plans.

The Potions Master doesn't like trivial matters, and usually puts students in solitary confinement to prepare teaching aids.

It's just that the student's handling techniques are not skilled, and it is a waste of materials to handle. He has to hold his nose and do these trivial things by himself.

It's been like this for so many years.

Until Aces enrolled.

Aces has been learning alchemy since he was a child, and his hands-on ability is not very strong. He can also handle alchemy materials himself, and he is equally comfortable handling potion materials.

So after arresting him for confinement for the first time, Snape tasted the benefits and simply handed over all the processing materials to him.

This process lasted six full years.

Snape was wearing a nightgown and stood silently behind Artes, leaning against the door to watch him handling materials quickly, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

He must admit that his life has undergone earth-shaking changes since Asseth appeared in his world, and the preference that was out of reach for him has gradually fallen on him.

After handling the last piece of material, Asseth looked back with a smile in his eyes, "Good morning, professor."

Snape smiled back, "Good morning."

Artes took off his gloves and robe to protect him from stains, wiped his hands, walked towards Snape, and asked for a gentle kiss.

"Good morning kiss."

He stepped away, his breath hitting the side of Snape's face as he spoke, staining it with a thin layer of red.

Seeing that Artes had been very obedient in the past two days, Snape accepted the kiss well and just "hummed" and brought him over.

The two walked towards the sofa where they were eating.

The breakfast that Nina had brought in advance was steaming on the table.

Aces suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something, and he estimated the time in his mind.

"Sev, Voldemort may come back today."

Snape was eating breakfast when he suddenly heard the name of his tyrannical boss and almost choked.

Artes quickly handed the Earl Gray tea to Snape's lips. With his hand, Snape took two sips of the tea and swallowed the food stuck in his throat.

"Did you do it on purpose?" The potion master who had recovered slowly began to find the culprit to settle the score.

Asseth blinked guiltily, "I just suddenly remembered it, it wasn't intentional."

Snape glanced at him suspiciously, "Why today? How do you know?"

"I lured him into a trap before I came back. It's almost time to come out in two days, and the rainforest is not that easy to live in. So many days should be his limit, and he won't stay much longer after he comes out."

Artes told Snape everything.

Snape suddenly lost the mood to eat.

At this moment, there was a vague pain in his left arm, followed immediately by a burning sensation.

Snape frowned and subconsciously held down his left arm to endure Voldemort's anger.

Ass's face changed. He didn't expect that he would be so clumsy and say whatever he wanted.

"Does it hurt? Let me see?" Artes stretched out his hand and carefully held Snape's left arm.

Snape ducked.

He didn't know whether it was because he wasn't very resistant or because of the pain, but he didn't avoid it.