HP: Embrace the Darkness

In the end, Asseth couldn't stand it anymore. He hurriedly went back and took a shower under Joel's incomprehensible gaze before apparating away from Cavendish Manor.

My hair was still dripping when I left.

He had the warm magic pattern of his alchemy robe, and his wet hair did not condense with frost. When the wind blew, it looked slightly messy and drooped down, blocking his sight.

Asseth casually pushed his hair back, gave himself a new look, and performed the final disembodiment.

The two returned to Spider End almost at the same time.

The difference is that Asseth used the Disillusionment Spell, and no one except the potion master who was blessedly connected to him could find out where he was.

The snow continued to fall, and heavy snow fell on Snape's shoulders, painting his ink coat with different colors, but he didn't care at all, slowing down and looking at the empty street lights.

Sif was waiting for him.

Ases, who had just arrived at the street lamp, realized this, and the smile on his lips could not be suppressed and spread to his eyes. He quickly walked over and went home with his lover like he had done countless times before.

Entering the house, Artes waved away the Disillusionment Curse and hugged Snape with a smile on his face.

"Sev, my mother is pregnant."

The smile and joy in the words were undisguised, but it was a bit harsh in Snape's ears. The hand he raised to touch Ass's head suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Perhaps it was because of his good teaching at home. No matter what kind of emotions he felt, Artes would not show too much. Most of the time, he was restrained. He had rarely seen Artes lose control because of something, but now...

Snape lowered his eyes and put away his hands calmly. His eyes touched the wet hair, and he frowned and touched it, "Why didn't you dry your hair?"

"You're talking about hair." Artes smiled and smoothed his hair into a slicked back. He raised his eyebrows slightly at Snape and said, "Try the new hairstyle. How do you like it?"

The two of them were standing next to the door they just walked in, next to a half-open window.

The skylight shines in through the gap in the window and shines on the side of Asseth's face, making his fair face as gentle as jade, showing a dignity that is incompatible with Spider End Alley.

Without the cover of hair, the advantages of those peach blossom eyes are fully revealed, shining brightly in the dim room, eye-catching.

Especially since these eyes only looked at him, only fell in love with him, and only shed tears for him.

The usually calm double agent lost his sense of control and turned his face away slightly in embarrassment, but he still couldn't control himself and silently said "I like" in his heart, and there was no one in the world that he could like that much.

Artes didn't know what Snape was thinking, but seeing this reaction was satisfying enough.

Worried that teasing him too much might make the Potions Master angry, he thoughtfully changed the subject.

"I brought the basilisk and some other things, but why don't you come and take a look?"

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, untied his robe and hung it on the coat rack, and followed Artes to sit on the sofa.

Aces first took the basilisk, which was pretending to be dead with its eyes closed, off its wrist and placed it on the sofa.

Ella continues to play dead.

She had an impression of the man in black clothes in front of her. It was this man who took the shed skin, her blood and some other things.

Nothing good will happen this time.

Asseth touched Ella's head and said, "Don't attack Sif. Be good and don't move."

Ella devoted herself to playing dead and ignored him.

Asseth smiled helplessly, "She is more vindictive. She must have seen you taking her skin."

Snape's eyes were scanning Ella inch by inch, analyzing the uses of the parts on the basilisk with a professional eye. After hearing this, he calmly withdrew his gaze.

"She was right."

Ella suddenly stood up, wagging her head and tail in a bluffing manner.

Asseth reacted very quickly and pushed her down, curled her up into a ball and held her in his hand, repeatedly comforting her: "It's okay, Sif is joking, I won't take your skin, don't be afraid."

As he spoke, he looked at Snape and smiled softly, obviously having other plans.

Then, Snape heard Artes's voice coming from his head.

"Sev, tell me what you need in private, she will be angry in person."

Snape nodded imperceptibly.

Aces went to tell Ella again, and after Ella nodded, he put her on the other side of the sofa, and then took out a lot of scarves from the alchemy ring.

The colors of the scarves were mostly black and dark green, and there were some patterns on them, but Snape couldn't see them clearly. They were piled on top of each other, and it was impossible to tell which one was which.

"I don't really want to bring it over, but that bastard Susanna has been howling at the door of my room for three nights just to give you the scarf she knitted by herself. If I still don't want to bring it over, I guess I can still hear it tonight. To a new round of wailing.”

Artes had no choice but to explain, and he picked up a green and black scarf and drew it on Snape's chest. The dark color made Snape's face whiter, suppressing the yellow color from staying up all night.

"She's right, these are perfect for you."

Snape let him gesture, "They can't happen to me."

"I know." Artes lifted up Snape's hair and leaned over to wrap the most suitable scarf around Snape. "It's enough for me to see."

Snape felt blessed and raised his hand to touch the scarf around his neck, "Did you knit this?"

"Guessed."

Because they were wearing scarves, the two of them were a little close. Artes tilted his head and kissed the side of Snape's face, then slowly pulled away and looked at him carefully.

"It looks good and suits you very well."

"How could you-"

Snape hesitated to speak, but Artes took over his words without hesitation.

"How do you know how to knit a scarf?"

Snape nodded.

"Actually, I didn't know how to do it a few days ago. It was still my cousin. She couldn't learn it at all, so she asked Grandpa Joel to knit for her. Grandpa Joel was busy, so I took some time to learn it and gave her a lesson in knitting. Scarf lesson.”

Aces said it calmly, but Snape heard the implication - Susanna was not easy to teach.

Combined with Susanna's previous style, Snape seemed to see Susanna who was learning to knit a scarf but couldn't learn it, and Arthur who couldn't learn how to take a deep breath. Maybe there were Joel and Joel watching the show standing next to them. Nina, who felt sorry for her young master, and Gavin, who wished they could play.

He touched the scarf around his neck and lowered his head with a smile. Suddenly he remembered something and asked casually, "You like children very much?"

Aces nodded unpreparedly, "I have wanted to have a younger brother and sister since I was very young. I was the one who made Draco become my younger brother."

Snape's hand paused again.

The thoughts that he had finally suppressed just now floated out again. Child, if he was with him, Artes would never have a child of his own in this life.