HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces stopped, turned his head and said to Elise beside him: "Don't wait for me."

Elise nodded, turned and left.

After Asseth finished his message, he turned back and approached the expressionless potion master.

"professor?"

Snape raised his eyes and saw Artes, who was pale and smiling at him with an indifferent expression, and felt angry inexplicably.

"It seems that I am meddling in my own business. Mr. Asseth seems to be doing very well."

Um? Before Asseth could react, Snape had already turned around and left with the homework from the previous class.

Seeing him leaving, Asseth subconsciously raised his foot and followed him.

"Professor? Can I get it for you?"

Snape glanced at him sideways, threw the box containing the potion to him, and walked forward.

Asseth hurriedly reached out to pick it up, and the potion bottle inside made a clanging sound in mid-air.

Holding the box steady, Artes quickly followed Snape's pace.

The two walked side by side in the corridor. The passing little wizard looked at this strange pair in horror, keeping his feet away from them.

Asseth secretly glanced at the potion master's face as he walked.

The moment he walked into the cellar, he suddenly understood the reason for the Potion Master's dark face.

After understanding the reason, Asseth couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

By talking like this, how will others know that you care about them, especially those young and energetic little wizards.

Fortunately, he is no better than those little wizards.

As soon as Asseth entered, he went straight to the desk, put down the things in his hands, covered his chest and looked at Snape pitifully.

"Professor, my chest feels tight."

Snape glared at him fiercely, then took out his wand and threw several checking spells on Artes.

Then he turned around and took out a bottle of potion from the potion cabinet.

Aces approached and took the potion, opened it and took a sip.

hiss! This taste.

Can't the professor really improve the taste?

Aces couldn't drink anymore, but Snape's eyes fell on him at some point.

Isn't it just a magic potion?

Aces was determined and forced himself to drink it without changing his expression.

After taking a bottle of magic potion, warmth slowly spread from the stomach, gradually resolving the pain in the chest.

Aces took a deep breath and let go of the hand covering his chest. The tightness in his chest just now was really uncomfortable.

When he looked up again, Snape had no idea where he was.

Aces frowned, glanced across the potion room, and found that the light was on inside.

Thinking of Snape's expression, Artes couldn't help but press his back teeth hard.

This is really not taking your body seriously.

Aces walked towards the potion room and stopped halfway.

He lowered his eyelids, thought for a moment, then turned back to the room. When he came out again, he had an unknown book in his hand.

At the door of the potion room, Asseth raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Snape inside raised his head impatiently and waved the door open.

"You'd better be really in trouble."

Artes leaned slightly against the door frame and looked at the cauldron in front of Snape.

"Professor, I haven't had lunch yet."

"Mr. Asseth doesn't have any legs?"

"I'm not used to eating alone and the professor is the only one in the cellar."

Snape couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You mean, let me have lunch with you?"

"Can't you?"

Asseth asked naturally.

Snape felt that he had made a mistake in calling this troll back, and he was about to drive him away with a cold face.

Assess seemed to have guessed his movements, and he raised the book in his hand before him and shook it.

"Professor, this is a potion notebook that I accidentally got before. I have read it and it is very interesting."

Snape looked at him grimly.

"what you up to."

Aces looked back at him innocently.

"I just wish I had someone to have lunch with."

Snape looked at the book in his hand and seemed to hesitate.

Asseth knew what he was thinking, so he stood up straight, walked closer and handed over the book in his hand.

Snape had no expression on his face and snatched the book away. Before he had turned two pages, Asseth's hand was covering the book.

"How about it, Professor, come have lunch with me and this book is yours."

Snape gritted his teeth and couldn't help but taunted Artes in a low voice.

"Our delicate Mr. Asseth is really rich and powerful."

The last few words were bitten hard by Snape, and the sarcasm was palpable.

The corners of Asseth's lips curled up slightly, not caring about his sarcasm.

"But Professor, I do have deep pockets."

Thinking of what he had seen at Cavendish Manor, Snape could not argue with this fact.

"Come on, Professor, it's time for us to go have lunch."

Artes took the book from Snape's hand and placed it on his workbench.

Snape pursed his lips, glanced at the notes on the workbench, and finally walked out of the potions room expressionlessly.

Aces followed him slowly and walked out of the potion room.

"Nina."

Nina the house elf immediately appeared in the cellar.

"Master Asseth, you finally called Nina. You need something."

Artes casually reported what he wanted to eat, and then looked at Snape, who was sitting on the sofa expressionlessly.

"What do you want to eat, professor?"

"It's surprising that someone like me, who was coerced into eating with me, still has a choice."

Snape said many things that ridiculed him, but this was the only one that made Artes feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

He was silent, standing there with his head bowed, his hands slowly clenched, and his pale face could not be seen clearly under the flickering firelight in the cellar.

Now Asseth still doesn't understand why this sentence makes him so uncomfortable.

Asses didn't answer, and the cellar was so quiet that he couldn't even hear his breathing.

Nina looked at Artes and then at Snape, wondering what to do.

Snape noticed something strange and looked up at Artes.

Aces lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Snape couldn't see his expression. The hand hanging by his side moved slightly, but he still didn't speak.

"Master Asseth?"

Nina looked at Asseth carefully and spoke out to break the suffocating atmosphere.

Aces suddenly raised his head, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he raised his head, the expression on his face was revealed. Snape looked at the unconscious pain on his face and tightened his lips as he thought of something.

Nina reminded carefully: "What does Professor Snape eat?"

Hearing this, Asseth remembered what he had just said and turned to look at Snape.

"Professor, of course, I have the right to choose, so what would you like to eat, professor?"

Snape stopped mocking this time and opened his mouth to tell the name of the dish.

Seeing Snape finishing his order, Asseth waved to Nina to prepare it.

After Nina left, Artes hesitated and sat down opposite Snape.

"Professor, please don't say that next time, okay? Everyone has the right to choose, and I never intend to take it away."

Does everyone really have one?

Snape's eyes suddenly showed a heavy sadness that Artes didn't dare to look directly at.

"I see."

Aces didn't know what this meant to Snape, but his instinct told him that something was wrong with Snape now.

He looked at Snape, who was immersed in sadness, and opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

What makes you look like that?

Aces lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Snape's face. He knew that he would not let anyone see him like this.

The two of them were immersed in their own thoughts, no one spoke, and the cellar was still deathly silent, but it was not as suffocating as before.