HP: Embrace the Darkness

Dumbledore was the only one left in the hall.

He hesitated to speak and looked at Asseth, as if he was hesitating and did not speak immediately.

Susanna took a step across to block Artes, and grabbed his hand with a smile on her face, "Oh, principal, your hands need to be taken care of! How about I recommend an ointment to you, it will definitely work. .”

Dumbledore knew this was a rejection.

Pity.

Harry might be happier with Sirius here.

After the three Dumbledores left, Susanna immediately pouted to the ground three times, "That nasty guy still wants me to save him? It's good that he didn't add insult to injury."

Asseth was funny but helpless, "Didn't you refuse? Why are you so angry?"

"Is this a matter of rejection?" Susanna crouched with her hands on her hips, "How dare he test you!"

"Does he still have few temptations?"

Artes still didn't understand why Susanna was angry. He glanced at Joel. Joel shook his head and indicated that he didn't know what Susanna was angry about.

Susanna grabbed Asseth's hand in despair, and instigated her under Joel's murderous gaze:

"Asseth, you have a good temper. You only touch the bottom line and talk too much. That's why Dumbledore dares to try and make requests that you don't like."

"Don't think I don't know. You hate Black, especially that kind of person. If it were me, I would definitely point at Dumbledore's nose and tell him to get away as far as he wants."

"Asseth, you are the child that Anna has raised with so much hard work, and you are also the heir of Cavendish and Muller. Don't let yourself be wronged. If you want to be angry, you will be angry with him. Anyway, he is old and can handle it. "

As Susanna talked, she said she was crying, her peach blossom eyes filled with tears, and in the blink of an eye, the tears would hang on her eyelashes.

But she didn't want to cry and worry Asseth, so she sniffed hard until her nose was red, looking really pitiful.

Joel's expression changed slightly and he walked quickly to Susanna, "What happened? Susanna."

Seeing the person she relied on appearing in tears, Susanna couldn't hold it in anymore, threw herself into Ass's arms, and burst into tears.

"Assel, you can't be wronged! How can you be wronged? Woohoo, oh, you are my nephew, Anna's baby, how can you be wronged? Woo."

Aces: "..."

Except in front of the Potions Master, Master Cavendish, who had never suffered any loss from anyone but in front of the Potions Master, thought carefully for a few seconds and still couldn't figure out how he gave Susanna the illusion that he would be offended.

"Oh, stop crying."

Aces sighed and handed over the handkerchief.

"Although I don't know what gave you the illusion, I promise you that I will never make myself angry. Doesn't this make you feel better?"

Susanna was still sobbing: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Asseth, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwe love you, you must be well, grow up well, get married well, wu--it doesn't matter whether you have children or not, wu wu" , as long as you and Severus are happy."

Hearing Snape's Christian name, Artes's eyes were filled with gentle light, and he gently hugged Susanna back, as solemnly as if he had promised his lover.

"He and I will be together forever."

The sudden sugar was very sweet, and Susanna sniffed, trying to smile.

Unfortunately, as we all know, once people start crying, they cannot stop.

After trying several times to no avail, she could only sob and say "hmm" randomly several times.

"Yes, someone is bullying you, don't keep it in your heart, just tell me quietly and let your aunt vent your anger. I can beat a man to death with one punch... and women can do it too."

Aces thought about her record and nodded in approval, "I know you can do it."

"One against two is not a problem."

Joel also complimented him casually.

Being praised.

Susanna burst into laughter, stretched out a hand, and bent it hard.

The muscles above are clearly visible.

Both Aces and Joel were happy to follow Susanna at this time, and even boasted with their eyes closed in the face of arms and fists that could beat them to death.

Snape saw this strange scene when he walked out of the fireplace.

Joel stood by the sofa, and Susanna sat, leaning in the arms of Asseth, who was also sitting. Tears were still flowing, but his face was proud. One of his hands was bent up to show off his muscle lines like a bodybuilder.

"What...are you doing?"

Snape swore that he was just asking this question out of pure confusion and had no other meaning, but Susanna jumped up like she had seen a ghost in the blue sky, rolling and crawling towards her, almost knocking away Joel next to her.

"you want--"

Susanna grabbed someone's hand for the third time today, and her attitude was more enthusiastic than the previous two.

"Severus, you're here. Don't get me wrong. I just couldn't control my emotions and cried. I caught Artes as a doll and leaned against him. Come on, sit down and say, what do you want to drink? I'll give it to you." Get ready, oops! Uncle Joel, do you have any eyesight?"

A series of words exploded in the ears of the three men. None of the three of them could say anything. They could only watch Susanna pull Snape over and run away with Joel.

"What's up with her?"

Snape asked Arthas in confusion.

Asseth wiped away the tears on his shoulders and shook his head deeply.

He said he didn't know what happened to Susanna.

"Maybe this is the fickleness of witches? One second she was crying like crazy, and the next second she was laughing. This is normal, normal."

Snape's mouth twitched, and he glanced wordlessly at Artes, who seemed to be unwavering but was actually talking nonsense, wondering if he was stimulated in some way.

Aren't you stimulated?

Aces can guarantee that he has been stimulated more today than he has been stimulated in a year.

What a troubled day.

He sighed, shook his overtired brain, leaned over lazily, and pressed his chin on Snape's shoulder, causing Susanna, who was hiding in the dark, to feel excited.

"Sev, why are you here?"

The hot breath exhaled by Artes when he spoke sprayed on his neck, which was a little itchy. Snape turned his head slightly to avoid the hot breath, "I thought you knew?"

"Okay, I know now."

Aces hugged Snape's side and quickly kissed the side of his face.

"My cousin is wrong. It's not me who has a good temper, it's you who have a good temper. Otherwise, Dumbledore wouldn't come to you. It's like this every time."

It's not that one family doesn't stay in the same house. Like Susanna, Artes's filter on Snape is unusually high, almost to the point of blindness.

Snape reached out and pushed Ass's face away.

"You are overthinking. He can't force me. I came here of my own free will, and I have no intention of conveying his words to you. You don't need to make such an expression."

Not planning to send a message?

Ace's eyes lit up.

That's why I miss him.

Snape felt the change in his eyes and knew that Artes had guessed what he was about to say.

"I can't be out for too long. Since you can still be alive and thinking about some random things, you don't need me to do anything for you."

Snape stood up, suppressed Artes who wanted to stand up with his backhand, and lowered his eyes to look at those charming peach blossom eyes.

"You know what you should do and what you shouldn't do, right?"

Artes did not avoid Snape's sharp black eyes, smiled and held his hand.

"Of course, I promise you."

The stare-down didn't last long. Snape took the lead to look away, glanced at Susanna who was hiding in the corner, swung his black robe and walked into the fireplace.