HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape's expression gave no clue.

He looked around and suddenly frowned. As if he couldn't bear it anymore, Snape took out his wand and used the levitating spell to change the arrangement of the room.

Various bottles and cans flew in the air and landed in different locations.

"If you focus half of your attention on alchemy on potions, you should know how to arrange these materials without destroying the properties of the medicine."

Aces quickly looked at the bottles and jars that Snape had changed places. All of them, without exception, were materials that needed to be protected from heat and light.

Merlin, this potion room was decorated by his father, and the materials in it were also placed by his father.

He didn't pay attention to these details every time he came in, and he came in relatively rarely, so he didn't notice these problems at all.

It can only be said that the potion master is indeed a potion master, and he observes potions so carefully.

"Okay, Professor, I understand."

Afraid that the potion master would pursue this issue, Asseth quickly led him upstairs.

"Professor, upstairs are copies of the books I brought from home. Do you want to take a look?"

Snape gave Artes a faint look, which he knew meant agreement.

Aces quickly turned around and left the potion room, leading the way.

As he stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor, Aces suddenly remembered something very serious.

When he got Voldemort's Horcrux diary that day, he didn't destroy it immediately.

He needed to use this Horcrux to verify something, so he placed it in the books on the second floor.

Thinking of this, Asseth's body couldn't help but tense up, and then quickly relaxed. His footsteps did not stop, but continued to walk upward.

The Horcrux was cursed with countless bans inside and outside by him, and it was also locked up with instruments so that the professor would not find it.

He turned his back to Snape and couldn't see Snape's expression, so he could only keep walking up.

Arriving on the second floor, the collection of books caught Snape's attention, and he walked over Artes to the bookshelf.

Arthur's eyes fell nervously on Snape.

Snape paused for a moment, then reached out and pulled out a book from the bookshelf, flipped through it casually, and then put it back.

He walked around and didn't look for long before turning around and preparing to go downstairs.

He also remembered that it was late at night.

Feeling the gaze on him suddenly relax, Snape pursed his lips unbearably.

When they left the second floor, Snape suddenly spoke.

"Next time if you don't want to expose yourself, don't look at me with that stupid look of yours."

Hearing what Snape said, a cold sweat broke out on Artes' back.

Snape stopped and turned to look at Arthas.

"I don't know what you want to hide, but if you want to hide it, hide it better. Don't do loopholes just because of stupid trust."

"Or does Mr. Asseth expect his professor to act like a blind man and pretend he can't see anything?"

Faced with Snape's ridicule and lectures, Artes nodded in confusion.

Is the professor reminding me of my mistake? Is the professor teaching him?

Artes should be lucky that Snape didn't use Legilimency on him, otherwise he would definitely spray venom on his face after knowing his thoughts.

As a professional spy, he just couldn't stand this stupid troll having it written all over his face that there was something wrong here.

What is the difference between this and Dongfang's statement that there is no three hundred taels of silver here? It is simply stupider than those lions.

The two left the second floor. Artes yawned and prepared to introduce other places to Snape.

Snape noticed this scene out of the corner of his eye, waved his wand, and time appeared in mid-air.

"Do you need me to remind you what time it is?"

With his brain eroded by sleepiness, Asseth looked at the time in the sky in confusion.

"It's so late."

Only then did Asseth realize that it was already late at night.

He looked up, and Snape had already turned to leave.

"professor."

Snape stopped and looked back in confusion.

"Professor, good night."

Aces said, looking into Snape's eyes.

Snape gave him a cold look and left without answering.

After Snape left, Artes washed up and went to bed. At first, he thought he couldn't sleep in a strange place, but to his surprise, he fell asleep as soon as he got into bed.

A good night's sleep.

Early the next morning, Artes' biological clock forcibly woke him up. When he opened his eyes, the unfamiliar room suddenly woke him up.

After a moment, he remembered that he had stayed in the professor's cellar yesterday.

cellar!

Thinking of something, Asseth quickly took out his wand from the bedside and waved it.

The time showed that it was still early and he was not late.

Aces breathed a sigh of relief and got out of bed to wash up and get ready for class.

After tidying himself up, Asseth opened the door to the room and walked out of the cellar. There was no one in the cellar. The Potion Master's door was closed, and he probably wasn't awake yet.

After thinking about it, Asseth went back to his room, and when he came out again he had a note in his hand, which read: Professor, I went to the auditorium.

He placed the note on the table and left the cellar.

It was still early, so there were not many little wizards coming and going, and even fewer passed by the cellar. Asses walked through the cellar, and no one noticed that he came out of the cellar.

Passing by the lounge, I happened to meet Elise who opened the door and walked out.

"gentlemen!"

Elise said in surprise.

"Where did you go yesterday? We didn't find you."

Aces waved and motioned for her to come with him.

Elise quickly followed Asseth's footsteps.

"I will be living in the cellar during this period of time, so you don't need to look for me."

"Cellar? Sir, you..."

Seeing Asseth's glance, Elise took back her unfinished words.

"Okay, I understand, sir."

"Sir, I really can't change my little behavior you mentioned before."

The two of them walked towards the auditorium, and little snakes greeted them from time to time on the way.

Asseth nodded in response while answering Elise's question.

"If you really can't give up your little moves, then why not try and see if you can make your little moves play their role?"

When Asseth said this, he paused, seemed to remember something, and laughed.

"The day I competed with Professor Snape, I don't know if you noticed Professor Snape's little movements when he cast the spell."

Professor Snape's little move?

Elise recalled the scene in confusion.

But under the circumstances at that time, let alone the issue of distance, the wonderful performance of the two of them made people distracted, and they simply did not notice details such as small movements.

In desperation, Elise could only look at Asseth with a confused look.