HP: Embrace the Darkness

The atmosphere in the cellar is a bit heavy.

After a brief silence, Asseth smiled slightly and opened his lips to break the solemn atmosphere.

"Your eyes tell me you feel sorry for me? For my childhood?"

Snape was the first to break the tense atmosphere, but what he said made the atmosphere even more tense.

Ass's face changed.

Worried that Snape would misunderstand, he quickly explained, "That's not the case. I just, I just regret that I didn't meet you early enough."

Snape sneered and glanced at Artes' thigh with unknown meaning, "Do you think I would fall in love with a baby who can't even roll over or a three-year-old who talks stupidly without company?"

"so……"

Aces' ears automatically filtered out the sarcasm, and he only heard the word "like". His eyes lit up with starry lights, and he stared at Snape intently.

The hot gaze cast by those peach blossom eyes dyed the tips of Snape's ears inch by inch, but none of these were as devastating as the words that followed.

"So you like me?"

Snape shot himself in the foot, his mind went blank and his expression was frozen.

Artes ignored Snape's stiff expression and continued speaking.

"okay, I get it."

Snape wanted to ask what do you know, but his reason held him back, as if he knew what kind of touching words would come after asking.

That would probably make him lose his remaining sanity.

he can not……

Snape closed his eyes, trying to go back and cover his uncontrollable mouth a few seconds ago.

Let you talk nonsense!

he can not……

Artes and Snape had a clear understanding of each other, and they were silently thinking that they couldn't.

Don't push people too hard.

You can't disturb the hearts of two people at the same time at the critical moment. They still have a lot of time, enough for them to talk to each other.

Artesi turned the ring restrainedly, slowly calming down his restless mind, and then smiled to soothe all Snape's irritated hairs.

"Speaking of which, did you have something to tell me just now? About your childhood?"

After finding the topic, Snape's wandering thoughts disappeared. He cleared his throat, took the black tea and took a sip, as if to prepare himself mentally. Finally, he looked at Artes calmly.

"It's...when I was a child...you checked me out, you should know that I didn't have a good life when I was a child."

Snape said calmly.

Aces clenched his fists, and the injuries that made his eyes split open were easily overcome by a single sentence. If he hadn't seen the prophecy backtracking, he might have been deceived by Snape's extremely calm expression.

Snape lowered his eyes and didn't pay attention to Artes' actions, "But it's not too difficult. I'm pretty lucky. Sometimes I can meet some kind-hearted people who will be kind enough to send food or other things."

Asseth frowned slightly, kindhearted person? He didn't seem to see it in the prophecy review. Is it because the unimportant prophecies were not fully displayed?

He suppressed his doubts and listened to Snape.

"I can't remember most of them, but I remember one person very clearly. There was an accident that time. He happened to show up and help me. He left a very hideous scar on the back of his hand."

Snape grabbed Artes' right hand and traced the raised veins along the index finger and metacarpal bone on the back of his hand, all the way to the wrist.

When he reached a familiar position, he paused, and something flashed in his mind.

Looking up, he saw that Ass was still waiting for the next step. He suppressed the doubts that scratched his heart and lungs and continued to gesture.

"The scar was about that long, and the thumb was almost gone, but it was amazing. I remember his hand was dripping with blood one second, and then it healed on its own the next, as if some invisible force was repairing it."

Snape said, frowning in confusion.

"He told me that he was a wizard and that this was the effect of a magic spell. But I have never found this magic spell, not even a potion with similar effects."

Asseth's curiosity was also aroused, "Then what? Did you meet him again later?"

"Never again," Snape said. "Because I couldn't find spells and potions, I tried to develop them myself, but I was able to make potions with similar effects."

"I'm right, you are a treasure in the potion world. When will their eyes be cured? They missed you for so many years."

Aces praised sincerely, his tone full of disgust and hatred, completely forgetting the previous thirsty question from Bradley, the chairman of the Potions Association.

Snape was very pleased with the compliment and curled his lips proudly.

"In addition, after returning from Seth Castle, I refining all the half-finished potions. I only succeeded once with one bottle of potion. It was used to heal soul damage. It is not alleviating, but healing."

Aces no longer wants to dislike the Potion Association. He wants to arrogantly point at their noses and curse: Are they all blind? I didn't even see such a big treasure. It's a shame that the Potion Association has to rely on the Alchemy Association for relief every year.

After hesitating for a moment, Snape took out a bottle of colorful potion and said, "I originally planned to give it to you as a Christmas gift for Christmas...forget it, just keep it."

The only bottle of potion in the world, worth an unknown amount of money, was thrust over at random by Snape. Artes was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took out a soft brocade box to catch it.

"Be careful, Sev."

He touched the lines on the potion bottle distressedly.

"It won't break. I used reinforcement magic." Seeing that Artes was focused on the bottle of potion, Snape felt a little uncomfortable and his tone was a little harsh.

Aces looked at it funny, "Why are you still jealous of the potion? I only care about it because of you."

Snape's face felt hot and he coughed uncomfortably.

"Sev, I know what you are thinking, but I will not take away this bottle of potion. I will leave it with you. Use it when you need it. If I need it, I will come to you."

Aces handed the covered brocade box to Snape's hand and could not refuse to put the ring in for him.

"I have never refused you anything, nor have I asked you for anything. The only thing you can do is promise me this time - keep it and use it when necessary."

Snape's face dropped, "Are you threatening me? What are you going to do if I don't accept it?"

Not understanding where Snape heard the threat, Artes had no choice but to explain:

"No threats, just pleas."

"Besides, the potion must be placed with the potion master to make full use of it. There are countless props in my ring, and I also carry props on my body to resist soul damage. I really don't need this bottle of potion."

As if that wasn't enough, Artes stared straight at Snape, his eyes completely relaxed and pitiful. Snape seemed to see a white tiger wagging its tail coquettishly.

Unable to defeat him, the potion master did not take out any more potions, but only warned: "Remember what you said, come to me when you need it, no matter when."

"Okay, I promise."