HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape put his arm around Artes' waist, lowered his head and leaned on Artes' shoulder, silently showing weakness.

He was not someone who showed weakness easily, but he didn't mind showing weakness to Asseth and apologizing for his unreasonableness.

Aces obviously understood what Snape meant, and his arms couldn't help but exert their strength, hugging the man who was tough but willing to show weakness in front of him tighter.

"I understand, it doesn't matter. What I said to you will always count."

The man's voice was understanding and comforting.

Indescribable peace of mind welled up in Snape's heart, as if a ship had sailed through the storm and waves and finally returned to his own harbor.

……

It was rare for Hermione to read a book.

All I could think of was Artes and Snape entering the bedroom one after another as if they were having trouble, and Dumbledore's mysterious smile.

Basically, every time she glanced at the book, she would glance at the silent bedroom. Over time, she threw the book aside and stared at the bedroom door intently.

She always felt that she seemed, should, or might have discovered something extraordinary.

Headmaster Dumbledore also knew that.

There was a sound on the bedroom door. Hermione quickly took the book, lowered her head and pretended to read. When she heard obvious footsteps, she pretended to hear the sound and suddenly looked up.

However, the two people she faced were each smarter than the other, and this little skill was like a trick in the class.

Snape stared critically at Hermione's fingers licking the corners of the pages, "Miss Granger, as long as you think your smart brain is still thinking, you should know that my book is not a prop for you to vent your emotions."

Hermione subconsciously followed Snape's gaze and realized what she had done to the books.

As a little lion who loves learning, her face turned red. She hurriedly put the book aside and apologized seriously, "I'm sorry, Professor Snape."

Because of Hermione's good sleep, Snape's expression softened a little and he no longer deliberately made things difficult. He sat down on the sofa opposite with Artes and looked at Hermione together.

Artes was the first to speak, "Miss Granger, would you mind if Sif listened when you asked the question?"

Hermione glanced at Snape and shook her head, "It's okay, it's not a privacy issue."

"take it easy."

Noticing that Hermione still clenched her sleeves unconsciously, Artes smiled gently, clasped his fingertips together, and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, the teapot and teacup on the desk flew over and stopped in mid-air.

The teapot tilted humanely and poured the tea into the teacup below. Once the teacup was full, it slowly fell into Hermione's hand. The second cup was taken by Snape, and the tea belonging to Artes remained hanging in the air. .

"It's cold. Let's drink some tea to warm up."

Aces smiled on his lips and looked at Hermione with calm eyes, which made her gradually relax.

"Mr. Cavendish, do you know why Umbridge... er ma'am she left?"

Hearing this beginning, Asseth was a little surprised. After a brief consideration, his smile suddenly disappeared.

"This is a good question, but...the professor's transfer should not be the focus of a student. Miss Granger, tell me, in what capacity are you asking me this question now?"

"Why...why do you ask me this question?"

As he spoke, Arthur's eyes became sharp, looking at Hermione almost nakedly.

The aura that was well hidden in front of the students pressed down on Hermione mercilessly, and Snape could even detect a bit of cold murderous aura from it.

Snape frowned slightly but said nothing. Artes always acted in a measured way and had his reasons.

The air in the cellar was almost solid, and the murderous intent and unreserved momentum created a strong sense of oppression.

Hermione, who was facing Artes, bore the brunt of the heavy oppression.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and she looked at Asseth in shock. The moment their eyes met, a cold murderous look forced her back to break out in cold sweat.

The cold sweat soaking her back and the chill in her heart made Hermione feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and the steaming teacup in her hand failed to warm her heart.

You know, in the hearts of many young wizards at Hogwarts, Artes can definitely afford the word perfection.

The four colleges are always treated fairly and justly.

They are good-looking and good-tempered. Even Seamus and Neville, who always bombarded the classroom, have never been scolded, and they patiently take care of their self-esteem.

The most important thing is that he comes from a pure blood and has a distinguished family, but he has never looked down on any student.

This is almost a sure win.

Therefore, at Hogwarts, the gentle and elegant Professor Cavendish is always very popular among students and is still the idol in the hearts of many students.

These students also included Hermione.

Ever since he was rescued in the first grade, Asses has been the perfect idol that she strives to pursue.

For this reason, she studies harder than all students, and also learns from Aces to be friendly to her classmates.

It was as if she was blindly following in Asses' footsteps, repeating the path he had taken.

But today, for the first time, Hermione intuitively realized that her understanding of Artes was still too one-sided.

Everyone seems to have forgotten that Asseth is not only their excellent senior and considerate alchemy professor, but also Cavendish's heir and even the head of the family.

There are many things that can be learned from him, but her behavior is only superficial.

Obviously he taught her much more than that.

Suddenly, what Ases said came to mind: Only by standing high enough can you define right and wrong.

Ambition suddenly set ablaze like sparks in the wind.

Hermione tried her best to suppress her fear, forcing herself to raise her head and look at Arthur, her voice trembling but firmly saying: "As the future British Minister of Magic."

Aces smiled sincerely.

With this smile, the murderous aura melted away, the aura dispersed, and the merciless oppression just now seemed to be just an illusion.

But Hermione knew it wasn't the case, and she waited nervously for Artes' next words.

Artes remained considerate as always, tapping his fingertips on the armrest of the sofa, and warm silver magic floated towards Hermione, drying her cold sweat and warming her body.

"Umbridge's transfer, do you want to hear the apparent reason, or the most fundamental reason?"

"The most fundamental reason." Hermione said without hesitation.

"Because Fudge, who she was attached to, lost completely in the game, the two of them, who had no role to play, were insulted and kicked out together."

Artes answered Hermione's question in a leisurely manner, and also asked a question along the way.

"If you were her and her family situation was the same as yours, how would you get back to your original position, or a higher position now?"