HP: Embrace the Darkness

"No." Snape said firmly.

But this look really doesn't look like it's there.

Arthur's mind was confused and he wanted to continue asking, when he saw Snape opening the door.

With his mind heating up, he blurted out to stop Snape, "Wait, Sev, where are you going?"

Snape stopped leaving and focused on Ass's head with half-smiling eyes, "Maybe you should remember that I am a professor?"

This point...

Aces waved and looked at the time.

It's night patrol.

Feeling so stupid, Artes rubbed his messy hair awkwardly, smoothed it down, pretended to be calm and changed his clothes, "I will use the Disguise Charm to accompany you."

"No." Snape refused, paused, and his tone became a little subtle, "Unfortunately, your report is still waiting for you on the desk."

Report?

Artes subconsciously looked at Snape's expression and found that Snape was also looking at him, and his heart moved.

So the Potion Master was laughing just now because he thought he came to the cellar to hide from his job, but his job still chased him and he didn't hide?

This is a bit too much... too cute.

The look in Arthur's eyes was very strange. Snape couldn't bear it. After giving Arthur a fierce look, Snape hurriedly closed the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Passing by a report on the desk with obvious signs of reading, he hesitated for a moment, then stopped to sort out the signs of reading one by one, leaving a note aside.

The cellar returns to quiet.

Not long after Snape left, the bedroom door opened, and Artes walked out of it, resigned to his fate and walked towards the desk...the pile of reports.

Picking up the first report, Artes didn't think it was strange when he saw that the corners were not folded. It might have been placed on top, but Joel saw it and smoothed it smoothly.

After checking the first sheet, Asseth put it aside and reached for the second sheet. He was stunned for a moment when he saw that there was still no corner on the report.

In order to identify whether the statements had been checked or not, he got all the reports and folded a corner of them. After checking them, they restored them to their original state. It was normal that the first one had no corners, but the second one still had no corners.

Snape's smile flashed across his mind. Arthur quickly picked up the reports at the back and looked at them one by one, but there was still nothing.

Was it simply broken off or checked.

If it was checked... it was Sif who checked it?

Astonished and surprised, Artes' heart was beating fast. He stood up and wanted to go to Snape to ask for details.

When he stood up, the wind brought by his clothes blew across the table, blowing up the note under the paper. Because one corner was pressed down, it couldn't fly and fell lightly, but it also successfully attracted Ass's attention.

He picked up the note, which read in the potion master's sharp handwriting: No problem.

The rapidly beating heart found its anchor point and fell to the ground, followed by violent and irresistible throbbing.

Asses was stunned as if he had been hit by a pie in the sky. He completely forgot what he wanted to do. He sat back in his chair in a daze. For a long time, he leaned on the back of the chair and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

Quietly feel the unspeakable heartbeat.

Sure enough, no matter how many times, he could still feel moved by Sif's hidden and silent tenderness.

No exceptions.

The rolling emotions in the eyes were completely covered by the palms of the hands, but the love overflowed from the lips and turned into soft arcs, revealing the master's happy mood.

Love can never be hidden.

After his heartbeat returned to a steady pace, Asseth carefully used magic power to cover the note, isolate it from contact with the air, and then put it together with the photos.

In this way, no matter how much time passes, the writing on it will not fade.

Just like their love, it will never fade.

Aces caressed the alchemy ring contentedly, his peach blossom eyes showing tenderness.

Time passes minute by minute.

Ten minutes passed, and Snape still hadn't come back. Artes was alone in the cellar with nothing to do, unable to express his love, so he simply got up and went to the storage room to replenish the potion ingredients for the Potion Master.

Although he was very happy to meet him by chance in Diagon Alley, he felt uncomfortable when he thought of the cold weather and the fact that the potion master had to buy the potion ingredients in person.

After all, it’s not like he doesn’t have this bit of material.

Aces had enough money to make up for all the missing potion materials in the storage room, and also secretly placed many rare materials as little surprises in life.

On the other side, Snape finished patrolling the last corridor and walked back slowly. As he walked, he was curious about Arthur's expression when he saw the note on the table.

But immediately he was no longer curious.

Turning the corner, Snape stopped suddenly and stared in disbelief at the sneaky figure crawling forward on the ground.

The figure crawled very hard, and the invisibility cloak it was wearing was rubbed off without even noticing. The head with messy hair was floating in the air, and its eyes were staring straight ahead.

With this messy hair, Snape quickly recognized the person crawling in a strange posture.

"Harry Potter! I think you should give me an explanation as to why your head appears in the corridor at night at an inappropriate time!?"

Harry's whole body trembled, and he quickly climbed to the wall, raising his wand warily.

Seeing that the person coming was Snape, his expression did not relax, but became more vigilant.

Snape frowned and raised his wand as well.

He hadn't forgotten how he was almost hit by Harry. If Artes hadn't been there, he would have been beaten out by Potter without any defense.

"Walking at night, trying to attack the professor, disrespecting the professor, Mr. Potter, your upbringing is really worrying. It seems that your father's bad genes are very strong. Even if he is not around, he can teach you to be arrogant, stupid and arrogant."

Snape sneered, his wand glowed red, and knocked Harry's wand away with one blow.

"Unfortunately, your strength does not seem to match your arrogance. Okay, now tell me why you are here? Or are you going on a so-called adventure, eh? Potter."

Without the only wand that could protect him, Harry was so distraught that he couldn't hear what Snape was saying. He backed up with his hands, his eyes full of fear and resentment.

Snape punched the cotton, but he didn't feel angry. He stared at the fear unconsciously revealed in Harry's eyes, and his expression became serious.

"Get up, Potter, and hope your sticky candy-hugging headmaster is still awake, or you're going to have to pull him out of bed."

Upon hearing Dumbledore, Harry's eyes lit up and he rolled to his feet. Due to the ups and downs in his mood, he failed to stand still and fell down again.

Snape studied Harry's movements.

Seeing the embarrassment of his weak feet and falling down, mockery flashed in his eyes. This was the savior that Dumbledore had placed high hopes on, a weak-footed shrimp who could not stand evenly.

Harry could feel Snape's eyes taunting Dumbledore, but his mind was now filled with blood and that snake face, and he had no intention of thinking about anything else.

Snape used a magic spell to pick up Harry's wand, "Go ahead, otherwise I will have to waste time watching whether a weak-legged savior is following."