HP: Embrace the Darkness

The writing sound of "shuashua" sounded above the head.

Aces took advantage of the opportunity and froze, involuntarily raising his ears to listen to the outside world.

The tip of the pen strokes smoothly across the paper, and the pen turns and bends without any hesitation. Just by listening to the sound, you can imagine that the writer grasped the content with ease.

It seems...there is no need to change it myself.

Aces tightened his arms, rubbed his cheek against the soft nightgown, and let out a long sigh, "It's great to have you, Sev."

Snape's movements were smooth, and then he seemed to understand something. He pressed the book heavily on the back of Ass's head and said word by word: "Don't move it, if you don't want to write it yourself."

Asseth stopped moving and was just serving as a writing mat for the Potion Master.

Snape corrected Artes' minor mistakes with a few strokes, and also corrected several minor shortcomings in the book, and wrote simpler and more effective methods.

He never taught these methods in class because most students couldn't understand the mysteries.

Aces doesn't know either.

In order to skip a grade and graduate, Artis taught himself all the potions that came later, just enough to pass the grade exam and teach young wizards who were worse at potions.

Higher knowledge is not involved.

Maybe...he should be tutoring for someone?

So as not to embarrass him.

Snape thoughtfully took away the book and stared at the head resting quietly on his waist.

Ace's back felt a little cold for no reason.

"Get up and have breakfast." Worried that he would scare people away by telling him to make up lessons, Snape resisted the idea of ​​making up lessons, ruffled Artes' hair, and put the book into his hand in a good mood, "Your book, It won’t be the same next time.”

"Okay, I won't do it next time...but Sev, are you really not going to keep me in charge of potions for the rest of your life?"

Aces took the book and tried to push the envelope.

As soon as he finished speaking, the potion master covered him with a quilt and pushed him down on the bed with a faint smile. "You can try to sleep, there is everything in your dreams."

There was an obstacle in front of Asseth's eyes and he couldn't see Snape, but he could smell it close at hand.

Relying on the smell, he calculated the approximate distance, and then waited quietly, like a tiger when hunting, waiting quietly for its prey to come into attack range.

Snape pressed the button for a while, but Asseth neither struggled nor spoke. Feeling bored, he let go and stood up, "Go -"

Artes suddenly raised his hand to hook Snape and winked at him slyly.

Using their arms, they rolled onto the bed together.

The quilt floated high and fell again.

Snape's stunned eyes were gradually covered up, and Artes leaned over and kissed his neck softly.

His lips caressed the scar-free neck and kissed him gently, kissing the same spot again and again.

Snape froze at first, and then sharply remembered that this was also the place where Artes kissed repeatedly last time.

Once is a coincidence, but what about two or three times?

His eyes became complicated, and he raised his hand to hug Artes, but he was worried about something. In the end, his raised hand only hugged Artes' shoulders.

"Get up and go have breakfast."

Aces repeated stubbornly: "Give me potions for the rest of my life, okay?"

Snape said nothing and he continued to kiss.

They couldn't stand the teasing in the morning, and the two of them soon became angry. Snape couldn't bear it and grabbed Artes's face and squeezed it out of shape.

"I...agree...now! Immediately! Immediately! Get out of here!!"

Aces quickly got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. Snape followed closely behind him with a gloomy face.

Artes still didn't eat the last breakfast, and he was thrown out of the cellar by the Potions Professor.

Ignoring Miss Medusa's gloating eyes, Artes adjusted his collar slowly.

The fingertips grazed the chipped lip, and he couldn't help but chuckle, "Sif is still soft-hearted."

Miss Medusa's eyes widened and she knocked on Morpidou in disbelief, "Merlin! Did you hear what that fool said? He actually said that the dean was soft-hearted and had he forgotten who threw him out of the cellar? "

"It's the young master." Mopidou corrected.

"Yes, yes, it's the young master, as you said." Miss Medusa patted its head perfunctorily and gave it a loving look, "Another fool."

Asseth pretended not to hear Miss Medusa's complaints and walked towards the principal's office. Of course, he did not forget to put a Disappearance Charm on himself.

The door to the principal's office.

The sleeping stone beast suddenly felt a strange energy wave coming over it. It woke up from its sleep and looked around blankly - there was nothing in front of it.

Weird.

The stone beast stared in confusion and closed its eyes again.

Asseth, who had exerted his energy, stepped over it silently and pushed open the door of the principal's office.

During this period, the stone beast did not move at all, and did not notice anyone entering the principal's office under its nose.

The principal's office was empty. The remaining potion bottles from last night were neatly placed on the table, next to Dumbledore's glasses and messy candies.

Asseth glanced at it, and there was only so much he could see. He politely did not read any more, and instead walked to the window and looked at the little wizard below.

"Good morning, Mr. Cavendish."

Dumbledore slowly walked down the stairs, came behind Artes, and looked over him at the little wizard below.

"They are very happy. This is one of the few gifts Hogwarts can give them. I am curious, did you receive this gift while you were at Hogwarts?"

Countless clips flashed before Asseth's eyes, and the protagonist of some scenes was not him, but he was still happy and grateful for it.

"I got it," he said.

Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"This is what Hogwarts is about and why I stay here. I'm glad you found happiness, Mr. Cavendish."

Asseth turned back. The winter and dawn sunlight shone behind him, blurring his expression. Dumbledore could only hear his solemn thanks.

"Principal Dumbledore, thank you for bailing him out against all the odds. Thank you for giving him a place to stay during the past fifteen years. Thank you for your trust in him."

Dumbledore was stunned, and his eyes behind his glasses wrinkled in confusion, "I trust Severus because-"

"No matter what judgment your trust comes from, I don't care, I only care about the results." Artes interrupted Dumbledore calmly, "I am more accustomed to judging the deeds but not the heart, and I saw your deeds."

Dumbledore seemed to be meeting Artes for the first time. He looked up and down and sighed, "To be honest, it's hard for me to associate you with your age."

The mood is too stable.

Since he interrupted him in time, it should be guessed that his trust stems from Snape's love for Lily.

Even if this is the case, you are not angry?

Shouldn’t young people care about such emotional minutiae?

Or have young people changed again?

Dumbledore felt a little worried that he couldn't keep up with the trend.