HP: Embrace the Darkness

"let me see."

Aces held Snape's left arm with a rare force and rolled up his sleeve, revealing his strong arm and the ferocious mark of the dark devil.

Although this mark had been seen and even kissed by Asseth last time.

But Snape still couldn't help but froze on the spot, unconsciously tightening his arms.

"Does it hurt?"

Aces misunderstood his reaction, and touched the mark of the dark devil with his fingertips distressedly. The cool magic flowed into his arm along the fingertips, easing the heat.

Most of the unbearable burning sensation and pain were relieved instantly, and the rest was slowly reduced.

Snape lowered his eyes to look at the man squatting in front of him, holding his arm with his eyes full of heartache. His eyes could not help but tremble, and were stained with tiny lights.

The warmth coming from his left arm melted the cold lips.

Lower your eyes and chuckle.

His whole person seemed peaceful and gentle.

"I don't feel any pain."

"You're always like this... coaxing me."

The word "cheating" meant too much to blame, and Asses was reluctant to say it. Instead, he changed the word "coax" to a gentler and more intimate word, and complained in an aggrieved tone.

Snape rubbed Ass's head with his free right hand, and his left arm gradually relaxed.

"I didn't coax you, it doesn't hurt now."

Aces remained silent, maintaining the posture of transmitting magic power, but with his head lowered, as if silently accusing him.

Snape had never coaxed anyone before. Seeing that Artes was still lost and lowered his head, he took back his hand at a loss and emphasized again: "I really don't feel any pain anymore."

Ace finally reacted.

He raised his head and looked at Snape seriously.

"I'd rather you say it hurts."

At least here, I don’t have to force myself.

From the emotions rolling in Asseth's eyes, Snape understood what he meant, and the words he wanted to refute were suddenly stuck in his throat, unable to come up or come down.

Only the heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

Fast and heavy, like the violent, crazy and uncontrollable throbbing when a blessing is touched.

Snape's face changed slightly.

Artes didn't notice Snape's abnormality. He lowered his head again and concentrated on soothing the mark.

In the silence of the cellar, Snape heard his heartbeat getting louder and louder.

He coughed twice, trying to suppress the deafening beating of his heart.

"What's wrong? Does your throat feel uncomfortable?"

Arthur didn't look up, but took out his hand, took the Earl Gray tea, and handed it to Snape.

"Drink some tea to moisten your throat."

Snape took the cup with a complicated look on his face.

Thinking that he hadn't persuaded Artes yet, he lost his usual energy to drink tea slowly and just became bored.

The bitter and mellow taste of tea suppresses the heat in your heart.

My heart finally stopped beating so fast.

Snape put down the teacup, feeling the remaining warmth in his hands gradually dissipate, and explained seriously.

"I'm not lying to you. I'm used to these pains. It may still hurt a little, but it won't be very painful."

Aces nodded, his hands moving more gently, "Then I'll be gentle."

Snape was a little unsure of what it meant.

Looking down at Asseth's neatly manicured nails, he suddenly remembered the photo he accidentally saw on the bed last night.

That was when he was secretly photographed collecting herbs in Black Lake.

As for who took the secret photos...

Snape thought of the explosive headlines and photos that appeared in the Daily Prophet, and he vaguely had an answer in his mind.

After all, Dumbledore had learned from his mistakes. Apart from Susanna, he couldn't think of anyone else who would be so idle in the middle of the night, hiding by the black lake and secretly taking photos.

Thinking of the Black Lake, he also thought of the Forbidden Forest next to him, and hinted: "I have no class this morning."

Aces paused for a moment, "I know, is there anywhere you want to go or something you want to do?"

Snape pointed to the back of Artes' hand, "That day... Cynthia asked me to tell you that they miss you."

"That's almost it. Don't push people too hastily." Asseth said to himself in his heart.

He put the last bit of magic power into it, completely separating the dark mark, then pulled down his sleeves, buttoned them up, raised his head, and looked over with a smile on his face.

"So...my dear Potions Master, would you like to accompany me to the Forbidden Forest?"

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Forbidden forest.

The early morning light passes through the intertwined leaves, drawing mottled light spots on the ground.

The breeze blows, the leaves dance happily, and the light and shadow also sway, contrasting with the white mist. The invisible light takes shape at this moment.

This is the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and it is also a forbidden area that Hogwarts explicitly prohibits young wizards from entering.

However, today the forbidden area welcomed two uninvited guests - two men walking.

"retreat."

Asses raised his hand and waved lightly, and the branches, leaves and vines blocking the road seemed to understand his words and swam back to make way for a path that was large enough for the two of them to pass.

Snape looked at the vines swimming like snakes curiously, "How did you do that?"

Aces looked sideways and saw that he was only looking at the leaves, so he reached out and clasped his hands.

"How to do it? Well...this problem may be explained by the nature of wizard's magic power."

"There is something indescribably strange about the wizard's magic power. I accidentally discovered before that everyone's magic power has its own characteristics. Some tend to attack, some are particularly good at life-type magic spells, and some people use more protective magic spells. Okay, tell me, why is this?"

Snape thought along what Aces said and quickly found the answer.

"What you mean is that the essential characteristics of magic determine the type of spells that wizards are good at."

"Sure enough, it was Dumbledore's loss for not letting the professor teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." Artes boasted with a smile, his tone was indescribably sincere.

Snape pursed his lips and suppressed the unconscious curve of the corners of his mouth.

I don’t know why, but hearing all kinds of weird compliments from Asses makes me feel more comfortable than working out an improved method for some kind of potion.

Aces continued to explain: "I once asked the Ravens to write down the magic spells they are good at, and study the differences between their magic powers one by one."

"Gavin's magic power is the most special, giving me a very restless and violent feeling, and the magic spells he is best at are attack spells such as calendar fire, explosion curse and fire curse. The calendar fire he uses can It was a calamity fight that suppressed the combination of Dua and Manan."

Snape mused.

"Dua's magic gives me the sharp edge of a needle. His best spells are disintegration and...disapparation."

Speaking of Apparition, Artes' tone became a little weird. Snape looked over in confusion, "Is there anything wrong with Apparation?"

Aces was speechless and frowned in disgust.

"There's no problem with apparating. What's problematic is his usage. His apparation is usually used to... cut the enemy in half from the middle. The scene is as ugly as if it were torn apart."

Snape also frowned.

His impression of Dewar still remained as a Slytherin student and now as an alchemy professor.

But without exception, Duva was very timid when he saw him. It was impossible to imagine that such a timid Duva would use apparation as a means of attack.