HP: Embrace the Darkness

"He was bored and went to find Voldemort to have fun. I went to Malfoy Manor to meet him by the way. When he was leaving...he didn't say."

Aces answered Snape's questions one by one.

The more I heard, the worse Snape's impression of Halper became. He had never seen anyone go to Voldemort's side to help him for fun.

He pursed his lips, trying his best to suppress his disgust and displeasure with Haierbo, so that his tone was less cold and less like an order.

But the Potions Master, who was accustomed to giving orders to the little wizard, still blurted out sentences that sounded like orders.

"Don't associate with him."

This seemed to be no different from an order. He frowned in annoyance and added another explanation.

"He's not a good person."

Snape said this confidently, staring at Artes with a pair of black eyes.

Artes curled his lips in pleasure, momentarily forgetting about Halbo in Malfoy Manor, and nodded obediently.

"it is good."

At this time, there were soft footsteps outside the alley. Snape looked over keenly, pulled Artes' sleeve, and asked, "Want to go back to Cavendish Manor?"

Asseth shook his hand with his backhand, "If you don't reply, Grandpa Joel will let me rest and go to the cellar."

Only then did Snape notice the black eyes and faint tiredness. Before he could ask any more questions, he waved his wand and with a "bang", the two of them disappeared from the spot.

Back outside Hogwarts, Artes consciously turned back into a little white cat, hid in Snape's arms, and was wrapped in a black robe by Snape.

In Hogwarts, once the cold-faced and obviously unhappy Cellar Snake King appears, no one will come close to him within a few meters.

It was the same this time, the black robes rolled past, leaving more than half of the corridor empty.

Not to mention bumping into the Potion Master, no one would bump into the tumbling black robe.

When Snape passed by, the little wizard came back together like a small fish after a shark left.

Xiaoying recalled the billowing arc of the black robe and said with lingering fear: "It seems that too many people are sick, and Professor Snape is angry again."

"When will the old bat not be angry?" the little lion said feebly.

As Slytherin's enemies, they were used to facing an angry Potions Master every time.

Hermione was passing by with a book in her arms. When she heard this, she couldn't help but stop and explain something to Snape.

"All the potions in the school infirmary are provided by Professor Snape. There are so many people sick today and the potions are not in supply. He not only has to attend classes, but also refine potions for us. If it were me, I would be angry too. "

This is true.

Little Eagle and Little Badger nodded in agreement.

Although the little lion was not convinced, the most people lying in the school infirmary were students from their college, so he did not dare to say anything.

Back in the cellar, without Snape having to do anything, the little white cat jumped down. When he landed, he changed back into his human form, hugged Snape with his backhand, and leaned towards him with a smile.

"Want to sleep with me for a while?"

Snape was not angry when he was forced to hang a large pendant. He skillfully grasped the back of the pendant, pulled it up, and looked at him.

"If you knew what stupid things those trolls who always have splendens in their heads did, you wouldn't ask this."

What did the students at Hogwarts do?

Arthas looked at Snape in confusion.

Two pairs of black eyes reflected each other's figure, all kinds of distracting thoughts gradually disappeared, no words were needed, they exchanged a kiss full of yearning.

As if a valve had been opened, the kiss ended, and the lips separated for less than two seconds before they came together again.

No one knew how things got out of control. When the two came to their senses, they were already in the bathroom, and the water was turned on with just a twist.

Artes panted and stopped, hugging Snape calmly, "Are you okay? Sev."

Snape's breathing was disordered, and a steady stream of heat spread from the hand behind his waist, crawling up his spine and pouring into his lower abdomen.

The enthusiasm was rising, and he really couldn't say that he was fine. He could only hug Asseth and lean on his shoulder to calm his turbulent mood.

At the same time, he secretly despised his own concentration.

I also have a deeper understanding of men as creatures - men are animals that think in the lower body, especially if they have thoughts about the other person.

A few minutes passed, and the two men's breathing returned to regularity. Snape patted Artes on the back and motioned for him to let go first.

Aces reluctantly let go, "What's wrong?"

"I refined several pots of potions in the potions room. Now it's almost time to add other ingredients. I'm going to take a look." Snape explained while arranging his messy clothes.

"I'll go with you." Asseth also arranged his clothes and put on the same alchemy coat as before.

Although the cellar was engraved with magic patterns for temperature control, Snape would not activate all the magic patterns just in case. Only the bedroom was a private space, so the magic patterns would be turned on at all times to maintain a warm temperature.

Opening the bedroom door, a cold feeling hit my face.

The two of them went straight to the potion room without stopping. Snape took out the potion ingredients he had purchased, and Artes took them and processed them. After processing, he handed them over.

They were used to cooperating. After a while, two pots of potions were freshly baked, and there was another pot that needed some time.

Aces put the potion into glass bottles and felt a little sympathy for the little wizard who was about to drink the potion.

If he read correctly, the potion master added many ingredients into the potion that would not affect the potion but would make it taste worse.

Snape added the last bit of ingredients to the cauldron, buying just the right amount, no more, no less.

The last pot of potion came out, and Artes took over Snape's work, packed the third pot of potion and put it in the wooden box where the glass bottles were placed.

Snape counted the number of potions and confirmed that he needed more than Madam Pomfrey. He lifted the wooden box and walked out.

When he reached the door, he seemed to remember something. He looked back at Asseth, who was still packing up the crucible and other tools for him, and gave an unquestionable order.

"I'm going to the school infirmary to deliver medicine. For the sake of your dark circles, put down the cauldron in your hand and go to the bedroom to rest."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

Artes slowly used the magic spell to clean the cauldron and curled his lips slightly at Snape.

"Without you, I slept...uncomfortably."

Snape sneered slightly and said mockingly: "Why didn't I know that our Master Cavendish is a baby who needs someone to coax him to sleep?"

Snape's teasing taunting didn't hurt Artes, and his heart even raced a little.

After getting the only cauldron in his hand, he went over and kissed Snape ambiguously on the corner of his lips, his affectionate peach blossom eyes curved into a bewitching arc.

"Now that I understand, can you sleep with me for a while? My... dear Potions Professor."