HP: Embrace the Darkness

Seeing how serious Joel was, Artes carefully recalled his family's birthdays and anniversaries... He even recalled the anniversary of the Black Panther's arrival at the manor, but still couldn't find a clue. As a last resort, he asked Joel for help.

"Grandpa Joel, what day is it today?"

Joel drank the tea silently, glanced at Asseth up and down with a look of pity that he was not used to, and then calmly stated the facts in a sympathetic tone.

"Today is Valentine's Day, Master. I am alone and have no date. Are you also alone?"

Like a thunderbolt, Asseth froze in his seat as if he was under a petrification spell. His expression mixed with shock and despair was definitely the best of the year.

At least Joel thinks so.

After watching for a while, Joel kindly reminded: "It's only after eleven o'clock, it's still too late to get there."

"No, Grandpa Joel, you don't understand."

It only took a second for Aces to go from stiff to wilted. He stared at the steak on the plate fiercely, as if he wanted to chop it into pieces with his eyes, or maybe he wanted to chop into pieces himself who had foolishly gone out a few hours ago.

"Sif is too busy. He has to stay up late to deal with the work at short notice, so we usually make an appointment in advance to give him some time to prepare."

It was so rare for Artes to look as downcast as a child. Joel admired it for a long time with wonder on his face. It was not until a dark cloud of depression condensed above Artes' head that it almost covered him.

"Master, although I don't understand the way you get along, I can see that Mr. Snape is a rigorous and careful person, and he works on a youthful campus. Why do you think that if you forget Mr. Snape, you will also forget it? ?Maybe he’s ready.”

Aces tilted his head.

Seeing this, Joel continued to persuade, "Even Mr. Snape has forgotten that he really doesn't have time for a date. What about the gift? Master, you can't be stingy when it comes to love."

Aces felt that what Joel said was too reasonable. He finished the steak elegantly and quickly, thanked Joel, said goodbye, and went straight to the fireplace.

As Joel said, in Hogwarts, where hormones are especially strong, even if Snape didn't pay attention deliberately, he was forced to learn about the arrival of Valentine's Day because of the list of students who were addicted to love drugs sent by the school infirmary.

Not to mention that he would occasionally meet students holding hands and kissing sweetly on the way!

Principal Snape, who had a dark face that was incompatible with Valentine's Day, was walking in the corridors of the castle. He pulled out two intoxicated students from the corner with an expressionless face and felt for the eight hundredth time that this holiday should be cancelled.

"Mr. White, your college will deduct twenty points for your and Miss Locke's actions."

Both were Ravenclaws. Snape saved his words and carried out the punishment in one breath. Ignoring the disgusted and fearful looks in the two students' eyes, Snape threw off his black robe and continued patrolling.

Behind her, there were faint sounds of girls crying and boys comforting.

"Baby, what's wrong? Don't cry, don't cry. We're just having a normal relationship. There's nothing wrong with it. It's the old bat who doesn't have a partner and wants to discourage us on Valentine's Day."

The old bat, who had no partner and came out to discourage his students on Valentine's Day, paused slightly before going back to punish the two brats who were keen on sticking their lips together again, or to finish punishing the brats as soon as possible and return to the cellar to fall in love. , he chose option two without hesitation, pretended to be deaf and let the two eaglets go, and continued to sweep through the love corner of Hogwarts.

When Asseth arrived, he caught two other young couples playing a spit-swapping game in an empty classroom. He first deducted points, then scolded them until they burst into tears, and finally made them line up to leave the classroom.

Four students from four colleges were about to go their separate ways as soon as they walked out of the classroom. They were still thinking of looking at each other to say goodbye, but a cold gaze from behind stabbed them so hard that they didn't dare to look further and ran away in a hurry.

The owner of the sight, Snape, stood at the door, staring at them as they walked away. His gloomy expression softened somewhat. He was about to close the door and leave when his wrist was suddenly clasped, and at the same time a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Sev, it's me."

The wrist that was ready to resist relaxed, and the wand that had just slipped was retracted silently.

Aces looked around to make sure there was no one there, and gently pulled Snape with unobtrusive movements into the empty classroom where the guests had just been sent away.

Snape didn't speak the whole time, but at the end he glanced outside uneasily to make sure the students were gone, and raised his hand to close the door.

"How did you come?"

Artes showed his body and stared at Snape who was not surprised at all. His heart was beating unsatisfactorily, and he had the intention of jumping out of his chest and finding a new home. His Adam's apple rolled with restraint a few times before suppressing the throbbing.

"Sev..." He pondered for two seconds before getting straight to the point: "Do you still remember what day it is today?"

Being stared directly at by the overly hot gaze, Snape coughed uncomfortably, turned away, and pretended to be calm as he answered Artes.

"If you saw what I was doing just now, you shouldn't have asked such a stupid question. Of course, I only accidentally learned that those students whose brains are not as big as a slug are stupid enough to use love potion. When the water was flowing, I gave Madam Pomfrey an unexpected surprise, which also added a lot of workload to me..."

Snape sternly listed the troubles caused by the students, but unfortunately the red tips of his ears and his increasingly illogical words gave him away.

Asseth didn't reveal it, he just stretched out his arms to hug him, whispered in his ear: "Happy Valentine's Day, Sifu, I will always love you."

The voice of scolding the students for their mistakes suddenly stopped. Snape's lips moved slightly, but he did not make a sound. He silently raised his hand, hugged Asseth, and tightened his arms. The two were so close that they could feel each other's heartbeat.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

The low voice was a little hoarse for no reason, and it was extremely ambiguous when it was rubbed against his ear, but Aces, who was in the center of the lingering charm, seemed not to notice it. He concentrated on sniffing the bitter fragrance of the potion on Snape's neck.

The two of them stayed quietly for a while, and finally Snape pushed away Artes who was tired of him because he felt that the students whose brains were confused by the love potion might come to this empty classroom again.

"Let's talk about it back to the cellar."

Artes reluctantly let go and looked at Snape's lips opening and closing, patiently soothing him, and suddenly felt a little itchy, "Sif."

"Huh?" Snape responded without warning. The next second, there was a warm and moist touch on his lips. The arm he had just let go came up again, hugging the back of his neck to prevent him from leaving.

However, this action was a bit redundant. Principal Snape, who strictly prohibited young wizards from falling in love, was truly strict with others and lenient with himself when treating his lover, and he easily accepted the kiss.