HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces escaped from the sight of several people, snapped his fingers and left Cavendish Manor.

The atmosphere in Malfoy Manor has never been better during this time.

The Death Eaters discovered that Voldemort didn't want to see people recently and didn't go out much, let alone use the Cruciatus Curse on them everywhere he wanted.

The frightening dark clouds of the past have dissipated, and Malfoy Manor once again glows with its unique color.

Among them, the happiest person is Lucius Malfoy, the owner of Malfoy Manor.

But he was not as happy as the other Death Eaters. He was worried about another thing - that day, he saw Snape's eyes not like Snape's eyes, but more like... Voldemort's. Eyes.

This look was like a thorn in his heart, keeping him awake at night and thinking about it in his dreams.

Narcissa couldn't stand his tossing and turning at night, so she cruelly threw him into another room to die.

The room he lives in now is diagonally opposite the downstairs of Voldemort's room. Looking up from the corridor, he can just see the door of Voldemort's room.

He was satisfied that it facilitated his observations.

On this day, Lucius packed himself up as usual, took the exquisite wand and pushed open the door.

He flipped his hair deftly and walked to the edge of the hallway to pose so that he looked like he was smuggling.

In fact, his eyes remained on Voldemort's door, monitoring suspicious phenomena.

In the morning, when the door was not opened and everything was normal, he returned to the house and ordered the house elf to bring him a lunch to his liking.

Mr. Malfoy, who always lived an exquisite life, did not choose to go to the restaurant for lunch this time, but had his lunch in the room.

In the afternoon, he had nothing to do and continued to play with his hair and monitor Voldemort.

Afternoon is the time for sleepiness.

Lucius was no exception. He leaned against the corridor railing, his head lowered, and his eyes gradually closed.

Artes drove into the main building of Malfoy Manor with a very small explosion.

The Death Eaters' patrols in the past few days had been careless, and Artes easily bypassed them and came to the building.

Malfoy Manor is a manor that is not inferior to Cavendish Manor. It has all kinds of protection measures and family inheritance. Only the real owner of the manor can have access to such a core, and even Draco is not qualified now.

After Lucius came of age, he took over Malfoy Manor. He had not opened any protective measures in Malfoy Manor before. Firstly, he did not want to protect Voldemort, and secondly, it was not yet time to activate them.

This time, in order to investigate the trouble between Voldemort and Snape, Lucius secretly opened a basic magic circle to detect magic fluctuations.

Aces's magic power fluctuated very slightly. Ordinary wizards would not notice such slight magic power fluctuations, and he did not think about hiding it.

So by chance, this magical fluctuation was detected by the magic circle of Malfoy Manor.

Underground, the magic circle flashed with light, transmitting feedback to the owner of the manor.

Aces was keenly aware that something was wrong. A small magic light ball fell from his fingertips, and he followed the traces of feedback to find the magic circle buried in the ground.

To know that there is a large magic circle under Malfoy Manor and to successfully activate it, there is no other possibility except the owner of the manor.

Aces immediately understood that Lucius was up to something. The second ball of light hit the ground, seeped into the ground, found the magic circle underground, spread rapidly, and secretly intercepted the message that the magic circle was handed over to Lucius.

The conflict between the two magic powers caused some fluctuations. Lucius woke up and looked around warily, feeling vaguely that he seemed to have lost something.

After carefully cleaning all the tails, Artes controlled the magic flow to the back of his hand, using their unique way to notify Snape that he was coming.

Snape, who was reading in the room, suddenly skipped a beat in his heart. He seemed to be aware of it and raised his head to look at the door.

The door opened slowly, but no one came in.

When the door closed, Asseth showed his figure from head to toe, "Surprise!"

Snape curled his lips slightly, put down the book in his hand, stood up, and walked towards Artes.

"Why has this time come?"

"I missed you, Sev."

Aces smiled eagerly at Snape from a distance.

Snape didn't know what to say about him, since the two of them had been apart for less than twelve hours in total.

After a pause, the potion master looked teasingly at Asseth, focusing his gaze on his lower body.

"Are you...an unweaned baby?"

Aces's eyes suddenly darkened, and he almost drowned in the black vortex when he saw his lover's warm smile.

During this period, the Potions Master's bad taste was most vivid. Knowing that the two of them could not have physical contact, he deliberately made all kinds of meaningful and teasing remarks. Whenever he was weak in concentration, he could not do without Mal. Fu Manor.

Aces didn't know how many times he forced himself to look away and speak properly.

"Sev, Voldemort resigned on your behalf."

Snape's expression cracked teasingly.

"but--"

Aces drawled his voice.

"Headmaster Dumbledore refused. What he means is that you will be transferred to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Potions will be taught by Slughorn. Are you willing?"

Hearing this, Snape said "yes" without thinking, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Artes' unkind eyes.

The "yes" was forced back.

Arthur urged in confusion: "Sev? Principal Dumbledore is still waiting for me to bring him the answer. Are you willing?"

With two words of "Would you rather", even though Snape was deaf, he could tell that he was unhappy.

He chose his words carefully, "He is the principal, and I don't seem to have a choice?"

"As long as you want it, then you can." Asseth said with a smile, "So, are you willing?"

Very good, three sentences.

How should he answer?

Snape's thoughts were racing.