HP: Embrace the Darkness

Artes understood Snape's worries and took the initiative to point to the cellar, "I will wait for you to come back in the cellar?"

This is also a solution.

Snape thought for a moment and agreed.

Worried about Asseth, who had a history of escaping twice, he accompanied him back to the cellar and personally stuffed Asses on the sofa in the bedroom.

Aces sat down obediently, looked up at Snape, and said softly: "Go to class, I'll wait for you."

Snape did not leave immediately, but looked down at Artes.

The man's back is straight, his long legs are slightly bent, his hands are placed on the armrests of the sofa, and his posture is upright and a bit casual.

There seemed to be nothing wrong, but he always felt like something was wrong.

After thinking for a while, Snape left the bedroom without saying a word and walked towards the bookshelf under Artes' puzzled eyes.

The bookshelves in the cellar are full, and the books on them are also very miscellaneous, covering potions, black magic, and spells. They are messy and orderly at the same time.

Snape picked through the many books, picked out a copy of the ancient potion book, took it back to the bedroom, and ruthlessly handed it to Asseth, whose pupils suddenly dilated.

"I'll come back to check."

Assei was struck by lightning, hesitating between pretending to be pitiful and telling the truth.

In the end, I chose Xiaozhi to move with emotion and reason.

"Sev, listen to me, I think I-"

Snape said menacingly, half-smiling, "Is there a problem?"

"I think it's okay." Asseth changed the topic and reluctantly took the book with a smile.

Opening the book, he caught a glimpse of obscure terms and a magical method that seemed to boil the Savior and Voldemort in one pot, and he couldn't hold on to his forced smile.

What is this?

Is this really the book he wants to read?

Or maybe it's still personality dissociation. Maybe the personality dissociation can also reveal a personality that can help him research potions. Asses was so desperate that he had whimsical thoughts.

Snape seemed to be very satisfied with Artes' troubled expression. The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he admired it condescendingly for a while, and then mercifully reduced Artes's task to the first twenty pages.

Asseth felt that there was no difference between twenty pages and a book to him.

It's all a nightmare.

but……

Aces raised his head and looked at the Potions Master's proudly raised eyebrows.

Sif seems to like him learning potions?

In this case, it doesn't seem to matter if you learn it.

It can be considered a common topic.

Asseth brainwashed himself.

The brainwashing was very successful.

Aces was a little less resistant to the next heavy task and a little more looking forward to it.

Facing Snape's astonished gaze, he raised his lips and smiled, bowed his head gracefully, and pretended to perform a simple breast-stroking ceremony, which was almost a teasing reassurance.

"Promise to complete the task, my...professor."

The word "professor" in other people's mouths was ordinary and even serious, but when it fell into Asses's mouth, he was stunned to hear the word "professor" lingeringly and reminiscing over and over again.

Just like that day in the bathroom.

Snape's mind exploded with a bang, and he completely forgot what he wanted to say. He hurriedly said "Don't run around" and left the cellar.

Aces held the book and smiled wider.

……

Today is Tuesday, and the protagonists of Potions class are fifth-year Gryffindor and Slytherin.

They were looking around curiously in the Potions classroom - because the Potions professor hadn't arrived yet.

It's been almost five minutes, which has never happened before.

"Old Bat won't forget us." Ron and Harry bit their ears.

This sentence was heard by Hermione, who was holding a thick book and immersed in reading, and the little witch took a moment to glare at them both dissatisfied.

"It's Professor Snape! Ron, you have to respect him and think about your future exams."

"I really hope I don't have to take the exam." Ron muttered, then looked at Harry, "Harry, what do you think?"

Harry was a little distracted and was pushed twice by Ron before he realized what he was doing and nodded perfunctorily, "Maybe."

"Harry!" Ron was dissatisfied with his perfunctory behavior, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Harry was startled and looked at Ron nervously.

Ron urged: "Harry?"

Hermione calmly glanced at Harry, who had a look of embarrassment in his eyes. She gained a new understanding of Ron's emotional intelligence and despaired of Gryffindor's sense of boundaries.

Just as he was about to stop him, Harry exploded.

"Ron, what are you talking about? Think about it for yourself, when will I hide something from you?"

Ron looked at Harry suspiciously, "But you seem to have something on your mind, just like Malfoy, with a sad face."

Malfoy?

Harry turned around to look for Draco in the classroom.

"On your left," Hermione reminded.

Harry followed Hermione's reminder and looked over, and sure enough he saw Draco with a sad face.

"what happened to him?"

Ron was fiddling with the potion textbook, and when he heard this, he said in a strange tone: "I don't even know what's wrong with you, how can I possibly know what's wrong with him."

"Ron, can't you understand what I said? Did I say it?" Harry said angrily.

Under the anger, the green eyes became deep, with a faint hint of scarlet flashing.

"Harry? What's wrong with you?" Hermione nervously pulled Harry, pushed Ron, and whispered in Ron's ear, "Ron, please speak carefully, Harry doesn't look good." Something’s wrong.”

Ron lowered his head angrily and said harshly: "You misunderstood, I didn't mean that. I, I, I'm just worried about Harry."

After persuading one, Hermione lowered her voice and persuaded the second, "Harry, it's not like you don't know what Ron says, he's just too worried about you."

After being freed from the violent emotions for a moment, Harry also realized that his tone was not very good. With the steps given by Hermione, he hurriedly walked down.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm just a little irritable."

The scar on my forehead hurts a bit too.

Harry didn't tell Ron and Hermione what happened next, but he already understood that the connection between Voldemort and him might come from this scar.

He didn't want to be treated like a monster by his best friend.

Hermione could tell that he was hiding something, but she didn't ask further, and even pulled Ron away who wanted to ask.

Ron reluctantly closed his mouth, his expression sluggish.

In order to express his apology, Harry took the initiative to talk to him about Draco's abnormality.

The two of them exchanged words with each other and quickly reconciled as before.

The speed made Hermione next to her look sideways, and in the end she could only explain everything with the childishness of the boy.

Draco, who was at the center of the conversation between the two naive boys, was unaware that he was being used as a lightening topic - he was holding the fresh letter he had just received in the morning and was struggling with it.

The letter was sent by his father, and it contained many scenes, all of which revolved around Asseth, from his basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation to his family. At first glance, it was clearly not the handiwork of his father.

Draco would swear on his hair!

But it was useless to know that it was not Lucius, so he still wanted to reply.

The question now is - how to reply to this spying letter.

Draco looked towards the door of the potions classroom.

Why hasn't the dean come yet?

He needs some advice!

Even though he was wailing in his heart, Draco still maintained a calm demeanor on his face. He carefully prepared the potion for this class, which would definitely kill other students.

Hermione, who discovered that he was reviewing, suddenly felt a sense of crisis. She could no longer care about the two childish boys and continued to chew on the book. She was bound to defeat Draco and become the most diligent and studious student.