HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape completely forgot his original purpose and allowed himself to indulge in the potion called "Athes".

He has brewed many kinds of magic potions.

Some potions will have spiraling heat when brewing, some will have a pearlescent sheen when successful, and some will emit radiant smoke even if they fail.

But those potions, without exception, could only bring him temporary happiness and a moment of relaxation.

Only Asseth...

Only his presence can anchor his mind.

I will also package up all the joy and ease in the world for him, and worry that it is not enough.

Such a "magic potion" was more seductive than the apples in the Garden of Eden. People couldn't help but get close to it, making the same mistake as Adam and Eve eating the forbidden fruit. But even so, he didn't think he would regret it.

Aces had no idea that in the eyes of the potion master, he was no different than a walking potion.

He shook the potion and saw that the color inside was completely different from the taste. He made up his mind, closed his eyes, and finished today's potion in one gulp.

Stimulated by the strange taste, he frowned in disgust and mercilessly dismissed his work as useless, "This is the worst potion I have ever drunk."

Throwing away the potion bottle out of sight, he tentatively pulled Snape towards the bedroom, "The potion matter is settled, let's go and rest first?"

Not feeling any resistance, Asses safely pulled the person back to the bedroom and pushed him towards the bathroom.

He himself leaned on the bedside, took out a book "On Success and Failure in Potion Making", and prepared to review the knowledge of potions so that he would not be dwarfed by the potions master.

Snape glanced at the nightgown exposed by Artes's coat. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. He walked over, grabbed Artes' hand, and touched the hand.

"My nightgown?"

Aces just remembered this.

He came in a hurry and stayed up for a few more nights in the manor. He had no intention of taking care of the ring, and the spare nightgown inside was gone.

In desperation, he went to look for the nightgown he had left behind, but he couldn't find it, so...

"I didn't bring my robe."

Aceh spread his hands calmly, with an innocent expression.

Snape squinted his eyes and glanced from top to bottom, as if he was trying to distinguish between true and false.

"Can't you wear it? Then I can take it off?"

Before he could recognize it, Asseth opened the belt of his nightgown with one hand and opened the collar generously.

The material of the nightgown is silky and soft. It opens with a pull and slides down against the arms. It touches the chest invisibly and rests on the lower abdomen, outlining the shape.

As if he was frightened, Snape's eyes froze in an inappropriate position. In just a second, he saw the arc that went deep into his lower abdomen, ups and downs, and sexy as hell.

The dark eyes were unblinking, and the line between black and white became more and more distinct. The trembling of the pupils was exposed in the other person's eyes, causing him to laugh happily.

Snape turned sharply when he heard laughter.

"...Put it on!"

This is really like a kitten that gets soaked in the rain and pricks up its ears to warn of the rain.

The smile in Asseth's eyes grew stronger.

Even though there was no laughter, the kitten with its ears perked up still noticed the human being's snickering, and the heat of embarrassment filled its ears, turning the tips of them red and still spreading faintly.

Snape tugged at his collar in annoyance, exposing his neck for air.

He swore that before that, if someone had told him that he would feel a strong attraction to another man's body, he would have put the Killing Curse into that man's empty brain.

Will!

But now the facts are in front of him, he seems...

The scene in the bathroom came to mind, and the unforgettable feeling reappeared. A numb electric current instantly flowed down the spine and into the lower abdomen, hitting a certain area directly.

Snape's face froze, and he quickly walked into the bathroom without caring about the ownership of his nightgown.

Close the door and lock it in one go.

His back was pressed against the cold door, the coolness mixed with the heat rushing around the body, grinding against the owner's relief.

Useless stuff!

Snape irritably tore off his clothes, turned on the shower head, and stood in the warm water, letting the water wash over his body and soothe the raging flames.

However, this fire is not that fire, and the water flow has almost no effect, and can only gain a little temporary comfort.

Snape wanted to wait for the flames to pass by themselves, but the things he looked at always made him recall everything that had happened here at an inappropriate time.

The fire burns unreasonably.

It takes a few minutes to burn out your sanity.

Snape was shocked.

He believed that his tolerance for pain was far superior to that of ordinary people, but he did not expect that in terms of endurance, he would be defeated in areas that he had never thought of before.

Once the ascetic monk-like lifestyle is broken and one eats the marrow and learns the taste, there will be no going back.

Snape's Adam's apple rolled back and forth, and he slowly reached down and grasped the thing he had scolded as useless.

The fingers that flexibly manipulated potion materials were also extremely good in other aspects, precise and forceful. Soon, the sound of suppressed breathing could be heard vaguely in the sound of water.

"Sev, don't wash yourself with cold water. I don't mind helping you. Of course, if you want to do it by yourself, I'm happy to move to the potion room to complete tomorrow's task."

Aces knocked on the door, raised his voice and spoke to the vague figure inside, his tone as calm as if he was talking about today's lunch, without any other meaning.

Snape's pursed lips were straightened into a straight line, and he frowned patiently. After taking a few breaths, he managed to steady his voice and drove the people outside to the potion room.

Catching the instability of Snape's final voice, Artes understood clearly and thoughtfully left the bedroom to give Snape room to stretch freely.

If possible, he would actually rather go in.

but……

Aces took one last look at the firmly locked door with regret in his eyes.

Obviously, the owner's behavior of locking it has shown his attitude and willingness.

As a gentleman, it is necessary to respect the wishes of others, especially the wishes of your lover.

Arriving at the potion room, Asseth vented his regret on not being able to enter the bathroom on the potion.

Check all the potion bases that have been brewed for many days in one go, and add the next potion ingredients according to their stickiness, or add some ingredients.

There are six crucibles in total.

After reading them one by one, Asseth was defeated by the repetitive and boring examination. He sincerely praised the potion master who brewed six crucibles of potions without getting impatient. At the same time, his heart felt as warm as if he had been soaked in warm water.

You must know that these six crucibles are only enough for him for three days. After several days of brewing, it is only enough for three days.

Rounding off calculations, these six crucibles should have been working non-stop for a long time.

Just to provide him with unlimited potions.

What he might not even be able to do himself, the Potions Master has quietly done for him for so long.

Not to mention the time it took to create the potion.

Aces lowered his eyes and chuckled.

Maybe Sev himself didn't realize what kind of heavy and passionate love was hidden in the potion.

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The prizes are changed to: gift bags, luminous mirrors, and hanging paintings.

In order to increase the probability of everyone drawing, the number of luminous mirrors was reduced to five, and the notebooks were replaced with twenty paintings. The total number of draws was twenty-six.