HP: Embrace the Darkness

The potion master was so imposing that Asseth shrank into a corner and retorted in a low voice: "It's not a random misinterpretation, it's a reasonable explanation. How about... lower your head and take a look?"

The body's reactions can't fool you.

boom--

A wave of heat called "embarrassment" rushed directly to the top of his head, making Snape blush from his face to his neck, and there seemed to be a cloud of white smoke floating above his head.

However, even though he was burned to the extreme, he did not throw the person out.

It had been too long since they had spent time together.

Both of them have their own things to do, so it's hard to squeeze in some free time.

In addition, he also shouldered the triple identities of Potions Professor, Death Eater and Double Agent. He couldn't run around when nothing happened, so Artes could only come over secretly.

Over and over again, the cellar has almost become a second Malfoy Manor, renamed Cavendish Manor.

But even though Artes was so unhindered, he couldn't bear the lack of free time. He would come here in a hurry every time, and leave in a hurry before dawn when he woke up. This made Snape feel uncomfortable, so he could only spend more time when he was free. Taking time out of Christmas to compensate.

Snape's unusual silence caught Artes' attention. He stared at his lover for a while, then suddenly let out a long sigh, leaned over and hugged her.

"My fault, I won't tease you anymore. If you don't want to go out, we will stay in the cellar."

Snape lowered his head, "I...sorry."

Asseth reluctantly pushed away his hair that covered his eyes, "What's the point of apologizing for this? I don't take the time to change places to broaden my horizons. As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter where I am."

Then he waved boldly, "Just tell me, I will accompany you whatever you want to do today."

Really?

Snape raised his head. Artes saw this question in his deep black eyes and nodded helplessly, "When did I lie to you?"

In this case, then...

Snape's eyes drifted towards the potion room, and he said guiltily: "I still have some potions that I haven't refined yet."

Aces laughed angrily and boldly rubbed the potions professor's face, "So your plan today is to correct papers and refine potions?"

Snape explained vaguely: "Not exactly, I originally planned to wait until you leave in the evening..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, because there was a grinding sound from the other side.

"Sooner or later, I will buy Hogwarts and Malfoy Manor." Artes was full of resentment, but he stood up honestly, looked back slightly and stretched out his hand, "Before that, just feel aggrieved and let's go. Let me refine the potion with you."

After successfully leaving the person in the cellar, Snape was in a good mood and didn't care about the embarrassment just now. He couldn't wait to hand over his hand and stood up with the help of Artes.

The potion room is a pit. If you go in, you may not be able to get out. If you have a lover who loves potions, you will definitely not be able to get out.

Aces didn't understand this until he looked at the time for the third time.

Snape was concentrating on stirring the cauldron, and took a moment to pause, "Helleborus."

"coming."

Asseth, who was about to lie down regardless of his appearance, lazily propped his head up and used magic power to send the hellebores around him, without even bothering to raise his hands.

Snape didn't look at him. He raised his hand to catch the hellebore and put it into the crucible, then continued stirring without even looking at him.

Artes resentfully typed a "failure" on the paper. He must ask the school board to increase the salary of Hogwarts professors this year!

This shitty job is so annoying! ! !

The steaming white gas coming out of the crucible seemed to be silently mocking him. The tiger fell flat and was bullied by the dog. After enduring it for a long time, Asseth finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Sev."

No one answered.

"...Sif?"

Still no answer.

The temper he had finally built up disappeared. Asseth raised his fingers in a funny way, and his magic power wandered back and forth in the potion room. He found a handy tool and tied the hand of the potion master who was constantly stirring.

Snape:?

Aces sat upright obediently, and with a 38-degree mouth, he asked an extremely cold proposition: "Choose one of two, is the potion more important or am I more important?"

Snape:! ?

"If you don't answer, I'll kill you...yeah."

The cauldron bubbled up, and magic took over from Snape and continued to stir it.

Snape took a look and saw that there would be no problem in a short time, so he followed Artes.

"Sev, why don't you speak?"

Aces assumed the posture of a villain and approached with malicious intent. If it weren't for the smile in his eyes, Snape would have believed him.

"If you still don't say anything, then I will send this poor, innocent pot of potion to Merlin."

"Don't make trouble," Snape said helplessly.

Aces chose the softest strip of cloth among the many choices, and the knot was loose and could be loosened with just a slight twist.

He felt that he was in the wrong and did not break away directly, but the problem had to be explained clearly.

"Those potions are your Christmas present."

The villain Arthas froze.

"My Christmas present?"

Snape nodded.

“My Christmas present!!!”

Aces rushed over and took over the magic power to stir. His movements were so agile that Snape, who was closer to the potion, was stunned by the wind.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at the person who used to pounce on him now pounced on the table carefully stirring the potion. He felt unbalanced and asked back what Ass had asked just now.

"Is it more important, the potion or me?"

Aces turned a deaf ear and continued to stare at the potion nervously, while his hand movements became more gentle.

Snape's face darkened.

At this time, he finally understood what Ass felt just now - indescribable and unexplainable grievance, and a little bit of sour grievance.

"Aces?"

No one paid attention.

"...You should change the direction of stirring."

The wand immediately changed direction.

"Tear--"

Snape tore the strip of cloth.

A smile flashed in Asseth's eyes, and he counted silently in his mind, "Three, two, one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wand was snatched away from his hand, and he was pulled over and pressed against the table.

Behind him was the new love potion, and in front of him was the old love potion master. Artes was quite torn: "It's hard to choose, it's hard to choose."

Snape came dangerously close, "What did you say?"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. You are important. Of course you are important. How can the magic potion be better than you?"

Artes held Snape's shoulders and stood as straight as possible.

Behind him was the hot crucible. If they had been further back, the two of them would probably have to spend Christmas in the school infirmary today.

"Sev, if you want to refine the potion, I can accompany you, but if you want to give me a gift, you might as well take a day off. Believe me, this Christmas gift is the best for you and me."

Snape pursed his lips and said nothing.

Aces blinked, it was too rare for a Potions Master to be such a doormat, so he did something he had always wanted to do but didn't dare to do.