HP: Embrace the Darkness

"certainly……"

Snape had enough time to cross his arms and drawl his voice to threaten someone who liked acting.

"can."

The hanging heart is finally alive.

Although Artes also knew that Snape would not reject him, he still felt more at ease hearing it with his own ears.

Holding Snape's hand and sitting down on the sofa, Artes lifted the keeping spell on the food and turned on the chattering mode.

From Voldemort provoking the fragile nerves of the British rulers, causing them to complain about being unable to do without their guards for even a moment, to Susanna's recent crush on a foreign wandering wizard, even her favorite Daily Prophet can't win her heart back, so she can only feel aggrieved. Qu retreated to second place.

Snape listened quietly, occasionally giving a few words of comfort or sharing the same hatred.

Otherwise, he doubted that Asseth could repeat the words "You don't stand with me" in his ear until the next day, and then repeat it over and over again.

This man has always been very perseverant in some way.

But he doesn't hate it either.

Snape was half helpless and half complicated as he looked at Artes who was happily sharing his daily life with him, feeling that the missing soul fragments were being filled bit by bit.

No one knew how much he had longed to hear the sound of conversation at the dinner table or somewhere else, because it meant he didn't have to deal with a drunkard who might get angry at any time.

Then there was no such expectation.

Because he has never eaten at the table again, and he no longer has expectations for Tobias.

Later, he got used to eating quietly alone, with only the quiet air for company, unlike now when there was Ass with a strong presence next to him.

Snape's eyes were filled with memories, and Artes turned his head sharply and held his hand, "What's wrong? Did I say the wrong thing?"

"It's okay, I just...remembered some disgusting things." Looking at Asseth, who was filled with eyes and eyes full of him, the pressure around Snape warmed up. "You mean she plans to leave everything behind and go to France with that man?"

"I bet she will come back tomorrow. The man is obviously declining, which means that my cousin is full of bright future and has not come back to her senses. When she really goes there and finds that things are different from what she thought, the enthusiasm will fade away. , and then come back by yourself.”

Aces followed his words and continued to study Susanna's attitude towards love with great interest.

The breakfast was spent slowly in a harmonious atmosphere of gossip.

Not only did Snape finish his breakfast, but he also ate a bunch of strange melons and looked at Artes in a weird way.

Assei touched his nose and shied away the responsibility sheepishly, "My mother told me these. She told me about it when I was a child. Later, she thought I liked it, and would write to share all the weird things she saw with me, so I just...know so much."

Snape nodded and didn't say whether he believed it or not. He just raised his eyebrows at the paper on the desk and said, "Half for each person, otherwise I don't have time today."

Asseth took out his quill with an expressionless expression.

After scolding Voldemort, it's time to scold Dumbledore.

Two damn capitalists.

There is no peace at Christmas.

Driven by anger, Artes corrected very quickly. Snape next to him was still writing venomous comments. He had already moved to the next class.

Unfortunately, Draco was the first one at the beginning.

Aces became interested and carefully browsed Draco's paper, underlining the problematic expressions and conclusions one by one, and adding comments next to them.

It happened that Snape had finished correcting a paper and took the time to take a look at the situation on Artes' side.

When he saw the dense handwriting on the paper in Asseth's hand, he couldn't help but fall into reflection.

Is he too lenient with students whose brains are filled with slug slime and who only waste materials?

As a result, the following papers were criticized unprecedentedly, and several papers that could have been considered passing were rejected.

Aces had no idea that his impulsive detailed review had caused a tragedy. After correcting Draco's paper, he returned to his less strict attitude before and finished correcting all the papers in a confident manner.

"Sev, I've finished changing it, you—"

Ass's words were blocked in his throat by the scene in front of him.

"Why are there so many more?"

"Why are you so fast?"

Two sentences were asked at the same time.

Artes and Snape looked at each other, always feeling that something was wrong. They put down their papers and paired up the questions, only to realize that Snape had misunderstood.

For the sake of a beautiful day, and for the fragile mind of the little wizard left, Artes pressed the quill that Snape wanted to continue correcting.

Snape looked over.

Aces gave him a flattering smile, "Sev, today is Christmas, can you let them go and stop writing comments? I just saw that they were busy on vacation and the paper was very perfunctory. Don't waste your pen and ink. "

Snape suddenly raised his pen and pointed at Arthur.

Arthur touched his face for no apparent reason, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"Yes, you have words written all over your face." Snape nodded seriously and read each word carefully: "Damn paper, don't waste our time."

Artes was amused, and his depressed mood became happy. He couldn't help but cross the table and pulled Snape for a brief kiss.

After it was over, the two of them breathed slightly.

The loving eyes seem to have a strong hook, hooking the other person and not wanting to let go.

Artes simply pulled up a chair and sat down, holding Snape's face that was no longer calm, and looked closely at the reflection of the usually cold black eyes.

The dark eyes that should have been cold took the initiative to dispel the haze, and carefully put the other person in.

This ordinary behavior somehow gave off an unusual sense of tenderness.

Seemingly confused, the black pupils moved slightly, but the pretender did not disappear.

He is the only one in my eyes.

"How could I not love you, Sev."

Aces tilted his head devoutly and placed a kiss on those black eyes.

Snape closed his eyes reflexively.

The lack of vision made his other senses particularly sensitive. The moist lips covered his eyes with the warmth of another person, and the warm breath sprayed on his eyebrows, making his heart feel numb and itchy.

"Okay, don't make trouble, I haven't—"

His words were blocked by Asseth.

While breathing, Artes took a few seconds to smile at Snape, who had a thin blush on his face whether he was angry or annoyed.

"That's what you said, Sev, damn the paper, don't waste our time, guess what our time is used for-"

Snape covered Asseth's mouth and said in a low voice, "I meant it as a sarcasm, don't misinterpret it."