HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Wait, we've been in there too long."

Taking advantage of Artes's retreat to take a breath, Snape covered his lips with his backhand to prevent him from kissing him, and mutely refused the next kiss.

The potion master's palms were stained with a stronger potion smell than his body. Now that it was pressed against his lips, the scent of the potion lingering on the tip of his nose was even stronger. It was obviously a very refreshing smell, but Artes felt that the smell penetrated into his limbs. Hundreds of bones, puzzled, he continued.

Fortunately, Artes still had his sense and restrained himself and closed his eyes. The turbulent darkness in his eyes gradually subsided. He raised his chin and kissed Snape's palm, "Okay, I won't continue."

Snape frowned, subconsciously thinking that Artes still wanted to continue, so he continued to persuade: "I know today is Valentine's Day, but -"

As he was talking, he realized something was wrong and stopped suddenly, "What did you say?"

Artes laughed and repeated patiently for the second time, "I said I can't continue, Silver, you didn't expect me to have so little self-control in your heart?"

"Self-control?" Snape repeated, looking strange, "I thought you should be a little self-aware?"

A long time ago, he also believed that Artes had self-control. Unfortunately, since the two of them opened the window paper and slept on the same bed, he no longer believed that Artes had self-control.

And the shortcoming of having no self-control is actually contagious! If he hadn't been a spy for many years and had a strong will, he might have been infected!

Snape retracted his hand angrily, and in retaliation, he wiped all the moisture on his hands on Asseth's body, "Hide your body and go back to the cellar."

He turned and walked toward the door.

However, the Potions Master, who was focused on returning to the cellar, did not notice Asseth's evil smile.

Snape walked to the door, and just as he was about to open it, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist, took his hand, and closed the door again.

"Now that I've been discovered, I won't hide it. Yes, I just don't have self-control."

Artes smiled and hugged Snape from behind, closing the door and tapping the gap between the door and the wall.

With the restrictions given by the four founders, he locked the classroom door.

"Click——"

With the crisp sound of locking, Snape turned around in shock, and what he saw was Artes, who was pretending to be vicious, as if he wanted to rip off the vote.

"How could you..."

He didn't ask further because his mouth was blocked.

Aces pried open Snape's lips and shook his head slightly. His eyes were clear and his movements were gentle. He didn't look like he was obsessed with sex.

Snape saw it, his eyes flashed, and he pushed his elbow back, "Let... let go!"

If this blow was a real blow, it would hurt for at least a few days. Asses paused for a moment and stepped away obediently, with his hands hanging calmly by his sides.

"I was wrong, don't be angry."

The familiar mistake of admitting mistake was extinguished before Snape's anger could rise. He lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then turned around, pulled Ass's collar, and pulled him over, "Put us apart to meet him." What?"

Aces indulged his dark eyes and summarized what happened today.

To put it simply, it was just shaking hands, trying out a recently discovered trick, and watching other people fight.

Snape frowned, "That's all?"

Asseth nodded, "Yes, that's all."

Snape didn't ask any more questions and glanced at the locked door. Although it could be opened easily, he still compromised and pulled Artes over for a kiss, "Is it okay now?"

Aces blinked and shook his head boldly, "Ten more...five...three more times, it really can't be less."

Principal Snape, who had just been criticizing the young wizard for being keen on pressing their lips together, did not hesitate for even half a second. He kissed him three times in a row, and the last time he kissed her for a longer time, absolutely not giving Artes a chance to regret it.

So when it was over, both of them were panting.

Snape glared at Artes angrily, endured it, but couldn't hold it back, and said angrily: "It seems that a certain shameless gentleman is not willing to give in to those trolls who are full of hormones and are not clear-headed."

Maybe this is a compliment?

Aces was thoughtful, but didn't dare to say it. He had a hunch that if he said it, his date today would be ruined.

Snape noticed that Artes was hesitant to speak, raised his hand to move his head, lowered his voice and said softly: "Be good and stop making trouble."

This move was more lethal than anything else. Assei immediately suppressed all his words, took the initiative to open the lock, and disappeared on his own initiative. The whole process took less than three seconds.

If it weren't for the tug on the hem of his clothes, Snape would have thought he had gone back.

Thinking of the blush that flashed across the sides of someone's cheeks, Snape's eyes were filled with smiles unconsciously, as if he had found a way to defeat his shamelessness.

After walking out of the empty classroom, Principal Snape, whose expression had just softened, returned to seriousness and indifference, and aggressively rushed to every corner to arrest people.

Along the way, even if a line of sight followed him like a shadow, he never let go of those daring students, arresting them one by one, deducting points, and scolding them one by one.

Those unlucky little wizards dared to be angry but dared not speak out. As soon as they turned around, they spoke ill of Snape to their companions and friends. They still had some self-knowledge and brains and did not speak too loudly, but Snape and Artes had sensitive senses. I heard more or less.

When he finally returned to the cellar, Snape received more than a dozen private curses, including but not limited to greasy old bats, lonely and gloomy Death Eaters...

In fact, Snape didn't think it was anything. He knew that the students were scolding him behind his back. As long as he didn't scold him in front of his face or was caught on the spot, he didn't bother to care about it. Anyway, he wouldn't die even if he scolded him a few times.

But he forgot that Aces was with him this time.

From the moment the first student quietly scolded Snape, Arthur's face became cold. He returned to the cellar and showed his body. His face was even uglier than that of Snape who had been scolding him all the way.

It can be said that if he had less self-cultivation, he would attack a group of students.

Snape noticed Artes's low pressure, and after thinking about it, he understood why he was angry.

"When they scolded me, they should have expected to be deducted points, but they still chose to scold me because they had no other way to vent their pitiful and pitiful frustration except scolding me behind my back, so there is no need for you to be angry, This is just an expression of incompetence from an incompetent person, and you should know better than me.”

Aces sat on the sofa glumly. Knowing was one thing, but accepting was another. In short, he couldn't accept Snape being scolded by these students.

The sulky Arthur lowered his head, his black hair covering his dark eyes, and only his pursed lips exposed. He looked so pitiful that Snape had no choice but to drag him to the potion room and point at him. A table full of potions.

"Your Valentine's Day gift."

Artes couldn't be happy when he looked at the potions on the table. There were too many, so much that he had the illusion that Snape would never refine potions for him again.