HP: Embrace the Darkness

Above the sky, a bright moon looms in the sky, dotted with stars, forming a mass of stars holding the moon. Occasionally, shooting stars streak across, adding a bit of dynamic beauty to the quiet moonlight.

It was under such a night that Assei returned to the cellar under the stars and the moon.

Subtle footsteps suddenly sounded in the empty corridor.

Qian Mian's portrait opened his eyelids, but he didn't see anyone walking by.

They looked at each other, thought it was an illusion, closed their eyes and fell asleep.

Thanks to the damage Artes had caused, Miss Medusa was very sensitive to the arrival of Artes. She discovered the hidden figure of Artes before Morbid, and impatiently flicked her tail to wake up Morpid.

"Open the door."

"Why don't you open it?" Mopidou said vaguely, sensing the familiar magic power, his attitude changed 360 degrees, "Master, long time no see."

"That's right, you bitch." Miss Medusa closed her eyes and still mocked her.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Asseth responded with a chuckle, his gentle voice became softer and more affectionate. Morpidor shook his head, and his snake tail happily wrapped around Miss Medusa.

"Sister, look, I just said that both the young master and the dean will come back."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, everything you said is right. Can you open the door for your young master now? I'm going to bed."

Miss Medusa responded perfunctorily.

Mopidou then remembered that Artes was still outside, and quickly opened the door for him.

"Master, the dean is waiting for you."

"Okay, it's getting late, you guys should rest."

With steps that seemed unhurried but actually accelerated secretly, Aces pushed open the bedroom door in a familiar way.

"Sev."

Snape was sitting on the sofa. When he heard the call, he lazily raised his eyelids to indicate that he heard it, and then continued reading.

"What are you reading?"

Aces took off his coat, cooled down his body, walked to the sofa and sat down, leaning over to read the title of the book.

Snape glanced at the head that was leaning over and turned back the cover. It read clearly - "Introduction to German"

"Learn German again?"

Artes rested his head on Snape's shoulder, his eyes fell on the book, and he flipped through it.

The pages of the book are brand new, and they are densely packed with grammar notes. The writing is sharp and looks very familiar.

Generally speaking, such words will appear on papers. They will use unique humorous and implicit ridicule to review the nonsense papers from beginning to end, and then secretly tell the students how to make a sentence clearly.

"It's amazing. You have learned this level by yourself." Assei praised sincerely.

Snape didn't think it was anything. Compared with Aces, who was learning various languages ​​at the age of five, he just had an age advantage.

What should I do if I love someone who is too good but always very humble?

Of course, you have to praise yourself to the point of being immodest.

Aces took Snape's left hand and intertwined their fingers with his.

"I was young at that time and my language system was not yet fully established. It was much easier to learn other languages ​​than it is now. What's more, German is half of my mother tongue, so it was easier to learn with half the effort."

What should I do if my lover always has a filter for me?

Enjoy of course.

Snape dragged Artes' hand and pointed to a passage in the book.

"read."

This was an excerpt from a poem. It was too difficult to pronounce and he couldn't keep his tongue. It just so happened that he had a ready-made reading machine, so he didn't use it in vain.

Aces looked over and cleared his throat.

"Twilight falls from the sky..."

“…reflected on the lake.”

The poem unexpectedly matched the occasion, and the two of them looked at each other in unison.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, they kissed each other for a long time.

After the kiss ended, Artes licked his lips and picked up the book instead. He pulled Snape to sit on the sofa and taught him how to read sentence by sentence.

"Twilight falls from the sky, Dämmrung senkte sich von oben."

"D?mmrun um..."

Snape felt that his tongue was fighting and he couldn't get around it at all. He could only stop recalling the pronunciation, smooth his tongue and try again.

Someone who had been staring at the lips couldn't help it. He called out "Sifu" in a low voice, leaned over and kissed her, trying his best to smooth out the knotted tongue patiently.

As for the contact that occurs during the smoothing process, Asses can only say that it is unavoidable.

After the kiss, Asseth calmed down his breathing and continued teaching.

Snape didn't refuse, and just followed every sentence. Occasionally, he would skip the sentences that he really didn't understand, or let Artes smooth them out.

After stumbling for a long time, I was able to recite a poem in detail.

Artes tilted towards Snape and buried his head in his arms.

"Want to try reading it yourself?"

Snape recalled the beginning and read the first sentence slowly.

His timbre is lower than that of Assis, and because he is not familiar with pronunciation, every word he pronounces is very heavy. Mixed in the night, it is like the whisper of a cello, deep and restrained. The occasional pause does not detract from his style, but makes it more embodying. It shows the unique implicitness of poetry.

Aces was a little stunned when he heard this.

He thinks he is not a voice control, but his heart is moved by the voice again and again. Should I say that he has poor concentration or that he is more charming as a potion master?

As he read, Snape paused more and more frequently. Some sentences were so stumbling that he couldn't tell they were one sentence, and they completely failed to meet the requirements in his heart.

He frowned, intending to read it again.

"Sev."

Artes suddenly held Snape's hand. When Snape looked at him, he smiled softly, opened his lips, and took over the paused sentence to read.

Snape was stunned for half a second, then he couldn't help but start reading after being pinched.

Some people have completely different effects. When encountering uncertain words and phrases, he only needs to lower his voice slightly and correct the pronunciation according to Ases's pronunciation.

After reading a poem and reviewing it again, he found that he remembered the correct pronunciation of the parts he was unsure about just now, and that voice still belonged to Asseth.

Well, it turns out that point reading machines are better to use.

Snape began to think about how to make the reading machine willing to become a reading machine.

"It seems that it is faster to learn from reading."

How could Ass not see what the potion master meant? He immediately pulled him over with a smile, propped his body up with his hands, raised his head and kissed his glistening lips.

"Professor, I am happy to serve you."

The professor himself blinked and accepted the kiss and subsequent help unceremoniously.

The kiss gradually deepened.

The air was scorching hot, and the "Introduction to German" that had been held in the palm of my hand just now fell to the ground and lay alone, with no one picking it up.

The sofa was too small, so the two quickly returned to the bed and continued their German teaching.

After the teaching ended, the sweaty two people had to go to the bathroom to take a shower. When they came out again, the moon outside was asleep and the world was peaceful.

"Sev, I'm so sleepy."

A voice broke the silence of the cellar.

Beside the bed, Artes was leaning against Snape, his head hanging listlessly, his eyes half-closed, and he seemed to be able to fall asleep even while sitting.

Snape was wiping his hair. Hearing this, he moved a little faster and said, "The hair is not dry yet. Wait a moment and switch to the other side."