HP: Embrace the Darkness

The click of the countdown reaching zero interrupted Snape's thoughts of "how to scold Dumbledore in a fancy way".

Remembering how special Artes was to Hermione before, he did not reject Hermione directly.

"I assume you know the way to the cellar? Wouldn't you do something stupid like stop the professor in the corridor?"

Hermione: "..."

If possible, she would also like to go directly to the cellar.

It was not Principal Dumbledore who asked her to avoid Ron and Harry, and also asked her not to go directly to the cellar.

She spent all day with Ron and Harry, and it was difficult to avoid them.

It was even harder to avoid them and stop the elusive Potions Master.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been delayed until now.

Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for herself when she thought back to the effort she had spent during this period, and at the same time she was a little curious.

When Principal Dumbledore stopped her to remind her, his expression was really strange.

As if he thought of something interesting, he couldn't hold back his laughter but didn't dare to laugh. His words came out with a trembling ending and full constriction.

What on earth made Principal Dumbledore behave like this?

Hermione glanced at Snape curiously.

Is it because of Professor Snape?

Hermione's silence and unspeakable expression gave Snape an ominous premonition.

"Don't you have a mouth? Talk!"

After being caught peeking at the bag, Hermione lowered her eyes unnaturally to hide her embarrassment.

"It was Principal Dumbledore who asked me not to go directly to the cellar. He said that Professor Snape might need some private space to protect his privacy."

private space?

privacy protection?

Snape was so angry that his whole body trembled slightly.

Damn old bee!

It would increase his workload all day long, and now he is actually teasing him secretly!

No, he couldn't swallow this breath.

The mad Potions Master turned around and wanted to settle the score with Dumbledore.

Hermione hurriedly stopped him, "Professor Snape, wait, are you okay?"

Snape paused, remembering that there was Hermione and Artes waiting for him in the cellar.

He hesitated for a second and decisively chose Dumbledore between scolding Dumbledore and possibly getting even more angry, and going back to stay with Arthas without being angry.

The direction of his steps changed naturally, "Miss Granger, you don't need me to invite you?"

Hermione's eyes lit up and she quickly followed.

Cellar door.

Miss Medusa showed off her new necklace to Morpido, her snake body moving gracefully in various movements.

"Mopidao, do you think I'm pretty?"

"Good-looking, you are the prettiest. No snake is prettier than you." Morpido, who knew Miss Medusa's character well, spoke with constant praise.

Miss Medusa swung her tail happily, and was about to ask Morpidou to upgrade his vocabulary when she saw the menacing Dean of Slytherin in the distance.

"No, the dean is angry."

She hurriedly took off the necklace, gave it to Morpidou and told him to put it away, and then obediently opened the door to welcome the return of the Cellar Snake King.

Snape carried the wind past Miss Medusa, and the chilling murderous aura blew onto her, making her shudder.

"Who messed with the dean again?"

Morpidot's presence was even smaller than that of Miss Medusa. He looked at Hermione walking in and answered Miss Medusa's questions in a voice as thin as a gnat.

"do not know."

"What's the use of you?"

Miss Medusa flicked Morpido's tail in disgust, and Morpido's good temper suffered.

Anyway, he doesn't feel pain and won't be hurt.

Hermione walked into the cellar, lowering her head and not daring to look around. She saw Snape stop from the corner of her eye, and she stopped too.

"Wait here," Snape said.

Hermione stayed still.

Snape walked towards the bedroom, but before he could open the door, the door was opened from inside.

"Sev, what-what did they do again?"

When Asseth saw the anger in Snape's eyes before he finished speaking, he forced a corner.

Snape didn't want Hermione to see Artes in the cellar. He just wanted to let Hermione wait for a while while Artes went to the alchemy office and pretended to be coming from outside.

Now that Asseth came out on his own, all plans were disrupted. His face became even more ugly, and his eyes became even more angry.

Regardless of his mistake of not notifying or warning him, he just got angry and avoided Ass's outstretched hand.

"Miss Granger has something to do with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed the door without mercy.

All this happened so suddenly, Asseth could only watch as the bedroom door closed in front of his eyes.

Reacting, he quickly knocked on the door.

"Sev? What's wrong with you?"

After knocking for a while, there was no sound from inside. Artes finally remembered that Snape seemed to mention other people's names before going in.

He turned back, his eyes locked on the surprised Hermione with her mouth wide open, and walked over to ask what happened.

Hermione closed her surprised mouth and told everything from beginning to end.

"You want to ask a question? What question?" Asseth continued to ask, then interrupted himself, "Forget it, we will talk about this later."

He rubbed his brows and thought about how to settle Hermione. He failed to appease Snape's mood. He was not in the mood to communicate with Hermione about her problems.

"Are there any classes next?" Asseth asked.

Hermione shook her head.

Aces pointed to the sofa... and the magic flowed silently. A new sofa appeared out of thin air, along with two books.

"Read the book first."

Hermione walked over obediently, sat down and picked up the book.

After settling Hermione, Artes returned to the bedroom door, opened the door and walked in.

The door was always unlocked, but he didn't know what was wrong and didn't dare to go in rashly.

The room was dark, and Asseth walked along the wall to the sofa next to the bed.

For some reason, the Potions Master likes to read or sit quietly on the sofa here.

It was broad daylight now, and the self-disciplined Potions Master would not go to bed unless he slept with him.

There is no other possibility than the sofa.

Sure enough, Artes touched Snape's hand on the sofa and took the hand he wanted to take away. He sat down on the edge of the bed, "Sev? Are you angry with me?"

Snape blinked his dry eyes.

Don't know how to answer.

He was really angry at first, and he habitually took out his anger on the people in front of him, but he regretted it after closing the door.

It was obviously his mistake, but he indiscriminately blamed everything on Asseth.

What on earth is he doing?

Snape's hand shrank slightly.

When Asseth found out, he suddenly felt extremely soft-hearted and held his hands tighter.

"It's my fault that I came out without paying attention to anyone else. I will take away the memories that Miss Granger is not suitable to keep. Don't be angry, okay?"

Snape put on a straight face and said dryly: "It's not your fault, it's... I didn't tell you—"

"So you're not angry anymore?" Artes interrupted Snape's half-hearted apology.

Snape nodded in the darkness, realizing that Artes might not be able to see, and worried that he would not be able to get down the steps if it was too late, he hurriedly said "hmm" again.

Seeing his little movements and hidden eagerness, Artes quickly flashed a smile in his eyes and thoughtfully brought the topic to Hermione outside.

Snape felt a subtle sense of pleasure in hearing Arthas leave Hermione alone outside.

"Then Sif can accompany me to hear what problem Miss Granger has. Can she persist in looking for me for so long, and can Dumbledore avoid it?"

"Okay." Snape was also curious about what could make the old bee avoid talking about it.

"There's something I forgot to mention..."

Aces stood up, leaned over and hugged Snape in the darkness, his voice was not loud, but extremely clear.

"No need to apologize, no need to reason with me."