HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Pure-blood families control the discourse and make rules just like their ancestors, excluding all people and things that may weaken their power."

"After all...there is only so much tea in the cup."

As he finished speaking, two teacups appeared in the air.

The teacup filled with tea hanging in Asseth's hand shook it humanely, and in front of everyone, he squeezed two drops of tea into the first teacup very stingily.

The contrast between a full cup of tea and only two drops of tea fell in Hermione's eyes, and her expression was a little ugly when she thought of the reality reflected in it.

"Muggle wizard?" Hermione muttered.

"To be precise, it's Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards. Half-blood wizards have a certain foundation, and Muggle wizards are at the bottom, so they are less rejected."

"To be realistic, if I hadn't come back to Hogwarts to teach as a professor, then after graduation, most of you and I would never have the chance to meet again. Even if we did meet, we wouldn't be talking as equals."

Aces picked up the teacup himself and poured one-fifth of the tea into the second teacup.

The teacup flew towards Hermione and was caught by her.

Looking at the confused girl on the water, Hermione felt powerless as never before.

The relatively weakened classes and gaps in Hogwarts are vividly reflected in the real wizard society, becoming an insurmountable gap.

Guessing that the blow from reality was enough, Asseth started the next step - giving him chicken soup.

"Of course, there are some exceptions. For example, if you are strong enough, or if you have reached a level in your field that others can only look up to, you will not be rejected, but will be attracted."

"But it's very difficult to achieve both. Those who can do both are geniuses."

When he said these words, Artes looked directly at Snape, and the meaning behind his words was self-evident.

Snape looked sideways at Artes, and was burned by the frank and sincere admiration in his black eyes. He coughed twice and looked away unnaturally.

"I'm assuming you're supposed to get down to business?"

Asses was very aggrieved. He was just talking about business, and there was no personal information at all.

After all, in his memory, apart from Snape, there was only one Voldemort who could do this.

He couldn't use Voldemort as an example.

Hermione, who had just digested the reality and chicken soup, later realized that the atmosphere was wrong, a little too sticky.

She looked at Artes, who was still staring directly at Snape, defending with his eyes.

Then he looked at Snape, who was frowning but obviously lifeless, and the tips of his ears were still a little red.

Hermione lowered her head consciously, and at the same time secretly complained in her mind about the little wizard who had originally reported the discord between the two.

Where is the discord?

This was obviously too harmonious, and it made her feel incompatible, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

After only lowering her head for a moment, Hermione couldn't help but follow the development of the situation with her peripheral vision.

There was no way, she was too curious.

Heart-scratching curiosity.

After all she had been to Hogwarts, she had never seen Snape show any signs of love.

Before today, she couldn't imagine what it was like for Snape to fall in love.

But now it seems that when their harsh-tongued potions professor falls in love, he is no different from ordinary people - he can laugh, be shy, and "quarrel" with his lover with childish eyes.

He was completely unlike the Potions Professor who was always angry and angry with his students in class.

Hermione blinked, remembering what she saw when she first came to the cellar, and silently added in her mind: She can also be angry, but she is easy to coax.

Since we met, Snape has never lost against Artes, and this time is no exception.

Artes's retort was ineffective, and he turned around and continued to pour motivational chicken soup into Hermione.

"Okay, let's skip this for now..."

As Arthur's voice sounded, Hermione returned to reality and tried to keep up with Arthur's rhythm. She had a hunch that this conversation was related to her future.

The two were chatting seriously, but Snape was distracted. He stared absently at Ass's side face, and scenes from the past flashed before his eyes.

Only then did he realize that after getting to know Asseth, he received a lot of emotional value that he had never received before.

Praise anytime and anywhere, feedback on every word, indulgence without bottom line, companionship as much as possible, and unreserved trust.

And passionate love.

Aces gave... too much.

What about him?

The Potions Master seriously reflects on his shortcomings in this relationship.

Snape was still reflecting, and Artes' conversation had reached the most critical part.

"So what if you can make it through, none of your colleagues, bosses, bosses' bosses, or even the top boss will accept you."

"Their positions are inherently on the same side, and you stand alone on their opposite side. You can defeat your colleagues and your boss, but what about your boss's boss and the top boss?"

"As long as you're a Muggle wizard, they won't give you a chance to climb up."

"Because once you climb up, you'll take away their tea, do you understand?"

"Only your own people..." Artes smiled and lowered his voice, almost bewitchingly, "Only your own people can be accepted by them. Becoming one of your own people is the first step for you to enter the pure-blood circle and seize power."

Hermione couldn't help but think along what Artes said. Seeing this, Artes took another strong dose.

"Voldemort is also a mixed race. He is the product of a love potion. His father is just an ordinary Muggle. Therefore, even as powerful as Voldemort, he has to raise a big banner - he is a descendant of Slytherin."

As soon as these words came out, Hermione was shocked.

Snape, who was still thinking about other things, was shocked back to his senses by the news.

Hermione was young and didn't understand Voldemort.

But he had personally experienced Voldemort's period, and naturally knew very well that when Voldemort recruited talents, he used the name of descendant of Slytherin.

Otherwise, how could a pure-blood family give in so easily?

So it's all lies now?

Seemingly knowing what Snape was thinking, Artes smiled and added: "Voldemort did not lie. He is indeed a descendant of Slytherin, but he is not the only descendant of Slytherin."

As for how he knew...

Rowena, who complained about Slytherin behind his back and also complained about Voldemort, had hidden merit and fame.

Hermione did not understand the horror of Voldemort and accepted it faster than Snape.

This little witch seemed to have opened the door to a new world and said thoughtfully: "Then how should I choose a marriage partner? A pure blood...a pure blood like Malfoy?"

Aces choked, Draco? If this stupid kid dared to marry a Muggle wizard, Lucius would have to tear him apart and start a trumpet immediately.

"Ahem, as long as it is a pure-blood family, such as Weasley... and Krum, their families can give you nominal assistance."