HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape was a little displeased when he didn't get the ring he wanted. He simply forgot about the entanglement and fear just now and slapped Ass's hand away with a fake smile.

"It seems that I overestimated Master Cavendish's generosity. I didn't expect him to be so... stingy even for a bottle of wine."

Being ridiculed for being stingy, Asseth didn't refute, just nodded with a smile.

Anyway, it was impossible to bring out the wine again, so the potion master could only say a few words to vent his anger.

Snape punched the cotton. Snape was so angry that he completely forgot about the struggle just now. His mind was filled with how to bring this bastard to justice for daring to mock him.

Asseth, who was about to be brought to justice, didn't know that Snape judged his smile as a mockery, and he was still thinking about how to extinguish the Potions Master's anger without taking out the wine.

The two of them fell into thinking at the same time.

On the other side of the bonfire, Susanna's hands were about to disappear. She finally fed the unicorn and was able to free up time to focus on her great career - photography.

"Strange, where is the human?" She said to herself as she didn't see Asseth among the unicorns. She stood on tiptoe and looked outside the unicorns. "It can't be that he's gone, right?"

Her voice was not loud, and it was not noticeable among the sounds of unicorns eating and the sounds of Dumbledore and Grindelwald talking.

Only Rowena, who was closest, heard it.

"Looking for Asseth? They may not have time to share with others."

Rowena sat on the small transformed chair, holding a skewer of meat, and leisurely explained Susanna's doubts.

Susanna followed the sound and her eyes suddenly lit up.

It is said that looking at beauties under the lamp, the more you look at them, the more you become enchanted.

Unexpectedly, the swaying light of the bonfire looked no less beautiful than the beautiful woman.

I saw Rowena, who was wearing a moon-white floor-length skirt, leaning against the back of the chair, with her hair placed behind her head so as not to fall on her shoulders, exposing the tip of her nose and half of her delicate chin, her legs crossed casually, The soft and elegant skirt swayed in the wind, and the white ankles were looming.

Susanna hesitated between the beauty and her nephew for a second, no, half a second, and then decisively chose the beauty.

It’s a joke, when can’t I see my nephew?

But it’s hard to see a strange beauty!

Thinking of this, Susanna imitated Rowena to conjure up a small chair, sat down next to her, and grilled meat for her diligently. While grilling, she asked: "Isn't it a bit boring to just eat meat? Do you want a gift?"

Rowena smiled and looked at Susanna who came over to her, "What a gift."

With a warm yet polite smile, Susanna took out a small and exquisite ukulele from her bracelet and winked at Rowena.

"A beautiful piece of music for a beautiful lady, I hope you like it."

After saying this, she plucked the strings, found the key, coughed a few times, and started humming.

Susanna's voice was low, and when she hummed under her breath, she lost her usual babbling tone, and instead had a sense of quietness and laziness that gradually emerged.

As she hummed, she moved her hands, and her brisk and lively strumming perfectly blended into her humming.

With the addition of the ukulele, the quiet humming becomes upbeat and casual.

After a prelude transition, Susanna sang the wrong lyrics as she pleased.

It’s almost a collection of love words, or a collection of love words in different languages.

But her casual singing style blends into the unruly evening breeze, making her even more free.

The ukulele and the singing voice were not loud, but they couldn't bear to spread the word, and soon, Susanna was surrounded by a circle of unicorns.

They move their heads to the music.

The faint sound of music followed the wind and spread to the other side. Artes hummed a few words along with it, but later he realized that the words were wrong and messy.

Either disgusting words of love or bitter compliments.

"What song is this?" Snape raised his eyebrows and asked, holding up a goblet with only a sip of wine left in it, gently swaying the wine inside, and hearing Artes humming.

"The melody should be "Baby Let's Dance", but the lyrics are a little wrong."

Aces had a strange expression on his face. Seeing that Snape was a little confused, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly translated the German passage that had just drifted over with great emotion.

"You are more beautiful than the moon in the sky. You are charming and charming. You have won my heart inadvertently. At the same time, you are also my muse. You can easily take away my eyes, so that wherever I look, everything is taken away. My heart’s…you, ah, my muse.”

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Asseth deliberately lowered his voice when translating.

The man's voice, gentle to the core, whispered straightforward words of love, making people invisible in the night.

The wine he had just drank suddenly started to burn. Snape's hand holding the wine glass forcefully caused two cracks in the glass, which were quickly restored by him.

He quickly glanced at Asseth and said with an inward look: "I thought you had learned how to speak well, or was your brain soaked in alcohol?"

Maybe he felt that just talking could not offend someone's layered face, so he also gave the person a full-body baptism with the sharp eyes of the snake king.

In the classroom, the baptism of the Potions Professor's Eyeblade would frighten those young wizards who have been oppressed all year round and tremble, causing them to reflect involuntarily on whether they have done anything stupid.

But today is different.

Although the alcohol content of Screaming Eagle Worship was not high, he couldn't bear the two of them drinking too much and in such a hurry that they became somewhat drunk, and their eyes were a little hazy with drunkenness.

As soon as he raised his eyes like this, the reddish color at the end of his eyes was brought to his heart almost instantly, not to mention such a seductive look, it also made a full circle around his body.

Ace's Adam's apple rolled up and down, staring at the collar that Snape had no longer tied up at the top with the same meticulousness as before. It took him a few seconds before he forced himself to look away and pinched the bridge of his nose with restraint.

"Sev, don't look at me yet."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse due to drinking and forbearance, and he changed his posture mid-sentence.

Snape was slow to realize that Arthur's situation might be worse than him.

The potion master who wanted to understand immediately looked away, stared back at the wine in the glass, and said dryly: "You can go back to the cellar first...if you need to."

"I'm fine. It's just a little hot. Just blow some air and it'll be fine. It's not to the point where I need to go back."

Artes exhaled a hot breath, smiled and rejected Snape's proposal, and then changed his words.

"But we can't drink wine. You know, after drinking, you may..."

He didn't dare to speak too clearly, but Snape understood and turned away uncomfortably.

"I see."

After speaking, he shook the wine glass and watched the wine sloshing inside without looking at Asseth or speaking, and just stared at the swaying bonfire in trance.

Aces was very self-aware and did not dare to look at Snape at all. He crazily recited all kinds of curses in his heart, trying to defeat desire with knowledge.

The two of them were relatively speechless for a while, each brainwashing themselves. For a moment, the atmosphere was quiet and a little noisy, weird and a little harmonious.