HP: Embrace the Darkness

The light ball was frightened and jumped out three meters, alert to Ass who was far away from the bed and manipulating the magic power.

Aces ignored it and continued his actions, using magic power to transform a small bed similar to the one he was currently lying on.

He even prepared the quilt carefully, using the color of the light group itself.

After doing this, Asseth lay back and counted down silently in his mind.

The light group pretended to be a still life and observed carefully. In less than a minute, it couldn't help its curiosity and a ray of light drifted over tentatively.

There was no danger. It stretched out a second ray of white light and slightly tugged on the hanging quilt.

Human beings did not appear, everything was so harmonious, and the light group happily stuck to the quilt.

The light that drifted away because of happiness suddenly illuminated the miniature bed on the ground.

The light group glowed brighter.

It carefully leaned over and slid onto the small bed like a pool of flowing water.

It's so easy to deceive, Asseth smiled silently, and tapped the quilt with his fingers hidden in the quilt.

A force of magic quietly enveloped the crib, turning into an invisible cover that limited the movement distance of the light group.

"I didn't expect Horcruxes to be quite fun. Can you touch the soul..."

The words disappeared in the air like gibbering.

The next morning.

Aces got up early, grabbed the unconscious Guangtuan and stuffed it into his suitcase. He left the bedroom refreshed and bumped into Joel in the corridor.

"Good morning, Grandpa Joel."

The energy of young people is so good.

Before Joel could say his words of relief, Asseth's next words came right after him.

"I went to make up classes and I won't be able to come back for three days."

As soon as he finished speaking, Artes, who was afraid of Joel's obstruction, used the fastest speed in his life, took a stack of books from the study, and went downstairs without stopping.

Joel, who didn’t say a word completely: “…”

Is there a possibility that he still has something to say.

Is there a possibility that he didn't intend to stop it.

Is there a possibility that he was just passing by.

It was very windy in Hogwarts in the morning, and the biggest gust of wind was the wind named "Ass".

It blew towards the cellar at lightning speed, catching Snape by surprise as he got up early to go to the potions room.

"...Do you want to make up a class?"

Snape picked up his alchemical coat and gathered it around himself, covering his slightly open nightgown.

Faced with the suspicious and wary gaze of the Potions Master, Artes nodded heavily, looked down at himself again, and asked doubtfully: "Doesn't it look like it? I put on all the Hogwarts school robes."

Hearing this, Snape looked up.

Although Asseth is tall, the spirit of a young man can be vaguely seen between his brows. It is not out of place to wear a school robe, but the aura around him does not look like a student.

Wait, I was almost led astray!

Snape suddenly came back to his senses and narrowed his eyes unkindly, "Do you think I believe that a bastard who tried every means to escape from studying yesterday will take the initiative to ask for make-up lessons today? What on earth happened, tell me."

Asseth blinked, feeling torn between wanting to carry out his role as a good student to the end, and also wanting to tease the black cat across from him with wide-eyed vigilance.

After a brief hesitation for half a second, someone finally discovered happily that the two choices were not choices for him.

So Snape watched helplessly as the man holding a book, wearing a school robe and looking like a good student across from him smiled ambiguously and looked over with unknown meaning.

The extremely aggressive gaze swept over her neck like a feather, then slid down carelessly, like a hand gradually opening the buttons of clothes.

You can feel the strong presence of another person's gaze through two layers of clothes.

Although I don't feel disgusted, the danger contained in it is still too obvious.

Snape's alarm system beeped, and he unconsciously tensed his muscles and entered a state of alert.

Then Asseth's flirtatious words of love came to his ears.

"Why can't it be that the professor is so charming that I just can't resist?"

The person who was teasing him blushed for no reason.

The sense of danger was mostly dispersed, and the fiery atmosphere in the cellar suddenly disappeared.

Snape: "..."

For the first time, he was so lucky to have put on his coat.

He could feel the shiver caused by the sliding of his eyes through his coat. He didn't dare to think about the consequences of wearing one less piece, let alone the rumors that the Potions Professor would be late for the second time at Hogwarts tomorrow.

Seeing that Asseth had the tendency to continue talking, Snape interrupted him expressionlessly, "If you can't learn to speak well, then..."

"Well, here's the thing."

Aces became good in a second and told Snape the news that Joel told him yesterday in detail, including what Joel said and the solution.

The more he listened, the more Snape frowned.

After finishing what he had to explain, Artes waited for Snape's decision.

The cellar was silent for nearly a minute.

In the long silence, Asseth fell into tension and entanglement. He pinched the corners of the pages, pinched them into a roll, and rubbed them open with his fingertips.

Over and over again, the corners of the books rolled up automatically, but the cellar was still so quiet.

Asseth couldn't help but test out, "Sif?"

Snape raised his eyelids to indicate that he was listening.

"If you are not willing to let me attend temporarily, can I find another way to postpone the review meeting?"

Aces considered plan two.

Ok?

put off?

Snape broke away from his thoughts and quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, but it was not for him. No matter how he looked at this matter, he would not be the one who suffered.

The result of thinking is not ideal, even worse than the previous plan.

Snape frowned and said nothing.

"Sev?" Asseth said softly, "Don't worry about other things. Since I can say it, it means I am sure to complete it. "

What's the cost?

Why not say a word?

Snape wanted to ask this question, but felt it was unnecessary.

Neither he nor Artes care about gains and losses, not to mention that he would not make Artes pay so much.

"I assume you know that it is the International Association of Potion Wizards and not the German Association of Wizards?" Snape reminded tactfully, using up a lifetime of patience.

"I know, but there is still room for maneuver. After all, you are the master of the potion."

Snape sneered: "What does it have to do with you negotiating with me as the master of the potion? Do you think they will put on their harmless masks to hide their greedy nature and faces for my sake?"

"No, I mean-"

Aces was about to explain his plan two to Snape, but Snape raised his hand and interrupted him.

"You go for me, if... I will clarify."

"It can't be clarified - at least not yet."

Artes subconsciously put himself in Snape's shoes and refuted this suggestion.

After retorting, he was stunned for a moment and looked at Snape, who seemed to be smiling. Afterwards, he figured out some other meaning from this ordinary sentence.