HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces came back to his senses and looked up at the potion master above with doubt in his eyes. Aren't you going to have class?

Snape felt as helpless as punching cotton. He looked at Artes expressionlessly, and had the urge to poison him in a second.

The little wizards around Asseth were implicated and felt that they were about to be pierced by the snake king's death gaze.

They desperately want to reduce their sense of presence and wish they could become invisible now.

In the end, Snape said nothing.

With a sullen face, he turned around, waved his wand, put down the PPT, and started class.

Perhaps because of his bad mood, the Potions Master was obviously more impatient today.

After explaining the swelling potion to be made today, he frowned and motioned for everyone to start making the potion.

The little snakes and badgers didn't dare to touch his bad luck, so they went to get the materials obediently.

Aces didn't take action immediately. He looked at the pale Potions Master above and suspected that he had come to class without even eating breakfast.

His gaze was noticed by Snape, who glared at him irritably, his lips parted slightly, and sarcasm came out.

"What, do you need me to send you the materials?"

"Then it's best to cook it for you, right? Young Master."

"Of course not, Professor, I'm going now."

Aces stood up, went to get the remaining ingredients, returned to his position, lit the crucible, and started cooking in an orderly manner.

Seeing that everyone had gathered the ingredients and was about to start cooking, Snape walked down from above.

The black robe passed by the little wizard, causing chills. When the black robe passed by Artes, he noticed the black and blue under Snape's eyes.

The stirring hand paused for a moment, then started moving again.

Didn't the professor go to bed at the same time as him last night? Why do you look so ugly?

Aces was thinking while observing the potion master's face. He saw the little snake next to him getting stuck in the corner of his eye and gave a casual reminder.

"It's time for you to add the powder mixture."

Snape was indeed not in a good mood because he saw some herbs he needed in Artes' box last night.

After coming out, he went back to the potion room to brew the potion. He made preparations first, and it was almost time to collect the herbs and continue brewing.

So his real bedtime is early morning.

Seeing that the potion master couldn't hide his sleepiness and irritability, Artes frowned and his hands unconsciously speeded up their movements.

After finishing the low-temperature heating, he waved his wand and loaded the potion.

Then he picked up the potion and walked towards the potion master who was patrolling around.

"Professor, I'm done."

Snape looked at Arthas who had handed in the potion in advance with displeasure and taunted him.

"I really didn't expect Mr. Asseth to be so good that he needs to use such a stupid method to attract attention."

Aces ignored the potion master's cold face and forced the potion bottle into his hand.

"Professor, let's take a rest after the examination. Although I am not as good as the professor, my level is still passable. I can help the professor and see that they don't have any problems."

Snape's taunting words were stuck, but he quickly came to his senses.

"If you want to die, as your professor, I can reluctantly provide you with a bottle of poison for free, without having to beat around the bush like this."

Only then did Asseth remember the problem of his own magic power riot.

He felt it carefully and answered Snape.

"It's okay Professor, I can still control it now, not to mention you are here, Professor?"

Snape was silent for a moment.

He really wasn't in the mood to watch these trolls with their brains stuffed full of splendens waste materials.

"what ever."

He put away the potion and walked to the podium.

Aces pulled out his wand, winked at the little wizards who were quietly paying attention, and pointed to the crucible in front of them, indicating for them to continue.

Little Snake and Little Badger were obviously relieved to find out that there was a new supervisor. They looked at Asseth gratefully, and even the movements of their hands became much smoother.

Aces shuttled around the little wizards, pointing out and correcting their mistakes from time to time.

Snape observed above with disdain.

How is this different from a nanny?

Although he was disdainful, Snape still didn't intend to interfere. It felt good to have someone help him face these trolls.

Aces walked around the classroom with ease. When he passed by a small snake, he suddenly smelled a strange smell.

Looking over following the smell, he was horrified to find that the student in front of him was holding a caterpillar and putting it into the crucible.

Wait, that's not what a swelling potion is made of.

Unfortunately, it was too late when he looked over. The caterpillar was put in and the crucible began to boil.

Aces subconsciously waved his wand, but after discovering that the spell he wanted to use had been changed, he violently cut off the flow of magic power.

The crucible boiled more and more violently.

Ignoring the tightness in his chest, Asseth waved his wand again. This time the spell was successfully used, and an iron armor spell was firmly placed on the crucible.

The next second, the crucible exploded, and the fragments hit the armor spell and scattered, falling down.

The little snake closest to the crucible was stunned and couldn't even hide.

Artes sighed, it was really difficult to be a potions professor. If he had been slower just now, this little snake would be lying in the school infirmary now.

He suppressed the discomfort in his chest and opened his mouth to comfort the frightened little snakes around him.

Before he could say anything, a gloomy voice came from behind.

"How could you be so stupid as to put caterpillars into the crucible for making swelling potion?"

The little snake who had made mistakes turned pale, and was dejected and did not dare to look at Snape's face.

Snape strode over and glanced at Artes' lips that were pursed in discomfort.

"It's a pity that because of your stupid behavior, you have to be locked up in the cellar for a week."

The little snake turned even paler after hearing this. He neither dared to disobey Snape nor wanted to be confined.

So he looked at Asseth pleadingly.

Aces noticed his gaze and found it funny, what made him think he was a soft-hearted person.

Snape also noticed his little move, and looked in his direction towards Artes, his face even more ugly.

"Two weeks in the cellar."

This time the little snake was completely honest, lowering his head and not daring to look at anyone.

Of course, the people around him lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him, for fear of being joined.

"Ten points to Slytherin for Mr. Arthur's reaction."

Snape continued.

Almost blatantly partial.

Fortunately, the little badgers present had a high opinion of Asseth and didn't care much about scores, so no one found it unacceptable.

After dealing with these matters, Snape looked at Artes.

Asseth raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head.

I'm fine.

Snape raised his hand and threw a checking spell to make sure there was nothing wrong with him, then turned and returned to the podium.

With the lessons learned from the past, the little snake and the little badger were careful when placing materials, for fear that they would be the next to be imprisoned.

This made Asses feel much more relaxed, and the second half of the class ended smoothly without any accidents.

After class, Artes and Elise were preparing to leave the classroom and go to the auditorium to have lunch.

Suddenly Artes was stopped by Snape.