HP: Embrace the Darkness

Artes quietly walked to the back door of Malfoy Manor, bypassed the guarding Death Eaters and flew to Helbo's room.

Recently, he had to go to Haierbo before meeting Snape. As for the reason——

Artes skillfully pulled a several-meter-long giant python from the bed and shook it. While shaking it, he asked: "When can Sif change back!?"

He came here on time in the past few days to shake the snake, and he had already developed a sense of rhythm. Once or twice, he shook Haierbo drowsily and almost fell asleep.

Seeing the giant python's eyes slowly closing, Asseth became anxious and the frequency of his hand suddenly increased.

"Don't sleep! Open your eyes, how can you sleep? I haven't slept well for several days. Do you know that in my dreams, they can change me back? I don't care, you'd better give it to me right away." I will answer, otherwise even if you are buried, I will be buried with you."

The giant python's head was shaken out of its afterimage, its sleepiness completely disappeared, and it spit out the letter impatiently.

"No, is your kid sick? If you want them to switch back, you can go find Voldemort. What's the point of looking for me? Or do you want me to switch with Snape?"

Exchange with Haierbo?

Asseth felt as if he was struck by lightning. After reacting, he shook off the snake's head and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands in disgust.

Bad luck, so bad luck.

I have to take a shower when I get back!

Haierbo fell on the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't even change his posture. He felt like Voldemort had seen through the mortal world and was in ruins.

There was nothing he could do. Asses could not be beaten to death, chased and driven away, and if he scolded him...he would reply ten times to him, what could he do?

Anyway, thanks to Asseth's hard work, his temper has been better these days than it has been in the past nearly a thousand years, and he is almost losing his temper.

Just live like this.

Haierbo figured it out and turned around in a good mood.

Asseth looked at this impenetrable snake stick, licked his back molars, and finally "suffered" and sat down on the bedside, saying warmly:

"I don't want to force you, it's just that you are old and don't know what it feels like to be in love, and you don't understand why I am so eager. It doesn't matter. I can tell you slowly."

here we go again……

Haierbosheng was helpless and raised his snake's tail to try to cover his ears. Asses smiled, but ruthlessly opened his snake's tail with his hands and suppressed it with a magic spell.

"Have you ever had a sweet potion?"

Without waiting for Haierbo's answer, he continued.

"I drank."

Haierbo responded with an expressionless face: "You have drunk it before, and you have nothing to say to me!"

Because of the memory, Asseth's eyebrows softened, "I guarantee this is the best potion I have ever drunk. It is sweet but not greasy and melts in the throat."

Haierbo continued to sneer with an expressionless face: "You can have the same effect just by eating a piece of candy. There is no need to drink some bullshit magic potion. Of course, if you are sick, just pretend I didn't say anything about it."

Aces didn't care about Haierbo's ridicule, and the tenderness in his eyebrows was almost overflowing.

"Actually, I'm not afraid of bitterness. It's just that Sif thought I was afraid of bitterness, so the potions he made for me were all sweetened, and only I had them."

Haierbo's face was still expressionless, and his cold snake eyes were pulsing with anger: "Thank you, I don't really want to know about the candy-eating experience of a scared little kid, so please shut up and get out of my room."

"If you change them back, I'll leave." Artes imitated Dumbledore and looked at Halbo helplessly, as if he was looking at an unreasonable naughty child.

...It's not very harmful, but it's very insulting.

The naughty boy Haierbo is going crazy.

The giant python banged against the head of the bed, regretting it.

If he had known that Asseth was this kind of thing, he should not have provoked this bitch even if he had his hands, feet or even his head cut off.

The solid wood headboard, the size of a grown man's fist, was hit by a giant python and created a crater the size of his head. It hurt even to look at it.

Aces didn't take it seriously, and was still in the mood to think about whether it would disturb Sif in the next room.

Tired from the collision, the giant python languished and stopped.

Seeing this, Asseth enthusiastically held up the python's head, "Are you tired? It doesn't matter, I'll help you."

He exerted force with his arms and drove the python's head to hit the deep hole in the headboard of the bed.

Haierbo still had a sense of control when he hit, but when Asses helped, he insisted that the faster, the better, and the stronger, the better. Every time he struck harder, many stars appeared in front of Haierbo's eyes, and the snake's tail also started to struggle.

Asses didn't want to push him, so he loosened his grip a little, giving him room to struggle.

Haierbo was knocked dizzy. He felt that the restraint on his neck was slightly relaxed, and his magic power flowed spontaneously, choosing a form that was better for his master.

So in Ass's shocked eyes, the slippery snake head in his hand suddenly turned into a human head, complete with hair.

It was also at this time that Snape, who was knocking impatiently, used the unlocking spell and pushed open the door with a cold face.

"Why don't you open the door? What are you doing?"

Seeing the situation in the room clearly, Snape paused and was stunned for a moment. Then with a sarcastic smile on his lips, he closed the door behind his back and crossed his arms with a strange look on his face.

"It seems that I have disturbed your love for each other? Do you need me to turn over and let you continue?"

Asseth woke up from a dream, let go of his hand and jumped up from the bed, backed away repeatedly, pointed at Haierbo in disbelief, "Why are you so crazy, why did you change back?"

After scolding, he looked at Snape again.

"Sev, please listen to my explanation. I was beating the snake just now, and he suddenly changed back. It has nothing to do with me. I did nothing but beat him."

Snape raised his eyebrows meaningfully, not saying whether he believed it or not. His eyes wandered between Artes and Halpo, as if he was curious about the relationship between the two.

Aces caught a bit of the bad taste of watching a good show in his eyes, and he was helpless and a little lucky at the same time.

Fortunately, Snape's mood has always been stable since the body was changed, and he did not spend his days in fear and anxiety. Otherwise, even if the plan was completely overturned, he would have forced Voldemort to change back.

Halbo took in all the flirting between the two and Asseth's worries.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes vigorously.

A certain mad dog who wished to come here eight hundred times a day didn't even think about it. He came once a day and stayed for two or three hours at a time, chatting, eating and drinking.

Except that he didn't need to work, Snape's life in Malfoy Manor was no different from that in the cellar, and it was even more comfortable than living in the cellar.

How is it possible to be fearful and anxious?

The person who should be anxious should be him - Haierbo.

Snape enjoyed company, he was hit on the head, scolded, and had to endure all kinds of loving nagging.

Haierbo felt like vomiting when he thought about the sweet magic potion love story that had been repeated over and over again in the past few days.

Why can't God just accept this blind bastard? Even this Snape dressed in black is better than this bastard.

Aces saw the familiar resentment in Haierbo's eyes, and immediately put it down. He skillfully took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the fingers where he had just hit the snake.

people.

There are critical points.

As long as it doesn't break, it can be adjusted back on its own.

Unfortunately, he is very good at grasping the balance. The pressure and urging placed on Haierbo are just right, neither more nor less. It will not make him anxious, but it is enough to make him feel urgent.

If Haierbo knew what Ases was thinking, he would kill him head-on.

Listen, is this human talk?

Just right?

Just right!

He was almost bored to death. As long as he could die on his own, he would not be willing to stay and suffer such an unreasonable disaster.