HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape didn't pay attention to Artes's expression and divided the potion into three piles.

The first pile was the smallest, accounting for less than one-fifth, but there were various types of magic potions in it, including two bottles of the elixir of blessing that took the longest and was the most troublesome.

The other two piles are relatively large, and most of them are common magic potions. There are no rare and difficult potions on the market such as Fortune Elixir.

"Okay, everyone with the initials here belongs to you. Take the three rows of potions on the left and distribute them to... your family members, and give away the rest."

After a pause, Snape still did not add the modifier "you" to "family".

To a certain extent, Cavendish Manor can be regarded as his home, and using "you" to divide it would be too harsh.

After listening to Snape's words, Artes took a closer look at the pile of potions that had dropped sharply and could only last him a year and a half at most. He found that most of the potions in them were "gaudy" and not of general use. of potions.

The meaning of collection is definitely greater than the use.

This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the potion that he wants to use for a lifetime?

After much hesitation, he asked cautiously: "So these potions have no other meaning?"

"Other meaning?" Snape was puzzled. He looked at the potion and then at Artes, "Isn't this Valentine's Day gift enough?"

Aces was silent for a moment, "That's enough."

Snape keenly sensed something was wrong and asked suspiciously, "What were you thinking just now? Why do you look so bad?"

Aces' eyes flickered from side to side, and he changed the subject guiltily, "How long did it take to refine so many potions? Have you stayed up late again recently?"

"Most of it is inventory." Snape answered Artes smoothly, then brought the topic back, "Don't change the subject, I'm not one of those students who is easy to fool."

"Ok."

Finding that he couldn't get through it, Artes honestly told Snape what was going on in his mind, and then naturally received a meal of diluted venom.

"Perhaps your logical brain shouldn't be wasted on alchemy, Mr. Writer."

Snape crossed his arms and half-smiled.

Aces felt that he was wrong, and diligently crossed out the word "refutation" from his brain dictionary, replaced it with "Sif is right," and then accepted the suggestion without any struggle, "Then I will try it next time." try?"

Even if he punched Cotton, Cotton would still come over to get beaten. Snape's anger died down again, and he took the initiative to explain angrily:

"Except for the potions given to you, the other potions are being cleared out of stock. If a certain writer could use his brain, he should be able to see that not all of those potions are of perfect quality."

The potion master has always had very high requirements for himself. Potions that are less than perfect quality will be considered unqualified by him and will not be used for his own use.

Asseth also knew this, he just didn't know the whereabouts of the failed products.

Today he knew that these unqualified potions would be given away by the potion master.

There were so many gifts at once, but it seemed that the gifts he planned to give today were too few.

Aces was wondering what else was in the alchemy ring. While thinking about it, he put the potion into the alchemy ring and took the opportunity to rummage through the inventory in the ring.

However, most of his net worth is in vaults and banks, and the alchemy ring contains more daily necessities and potion materials prepared for the potion master.

Potion materials cannot be counted as gifts. Asseth searched for a long time but couldn't find a suitable gift, so he could only take out the gift he wanted to give from the beginning.

Snape was sorting out the list of remaining potions when he felt Arthur hand something over to him and took it without looking at it. The feeling of taking it interrupted his thoughts and he looked at the thing in his hand in disbelief.

That's Asseth's wand.

In other words, it is the first and only wand made by Arthas himself.

"Do you need me to re-teach you what a wand means to a wizard!?"

Snape couldn't bear it, but today was Valentine's Day, so he didn't yell to ruin the atmosphere, but his tone was not really good.

Sometimes he really wanted to put the wand into Artes' empty mind and stir it up to see what kind of paste made Artes make such an irrational decision - giving the wand to others!

Artes shrank his neck, but unexpectedly persisted. Not only did he not take away the wand, he also held Snape's hand and led him to touch a piece of clear and warm jade. This jade was not large and was inlaid on the wand. , does not reveal the mountains and dews, but has its own edge that is not revealed.

As soon as he touched it, Snape realized something was wrong - his magic power was continuously flowing away from his fingers. Although the amount was small, it was indeed losing.

"what have you done?"

Snape looked at Arthas who was staring at the wand. Arthas quickly raised his eyelids and answered the question: "Wait a minute."

Out of trust, Snape didn't ask any more questions, nor did he forcefully break away. The wand just sucked his magic.

As if it had reached saturation, the chalcedony flashed and went out. Just as Snape was about to ask, a stream of pure energy flowed into his body along his fingertips.

The feeling was very similar to the last time when magic blended. It was a thrill that hit the soul directly. Snape was unprepared, his feet gave way, he lost his balance and fell forward.

Aces was well prepared. He raised his hand, put his arm around his waist, and carried him to the sofa outside with a half-hug and a half-hug. He moved along his back rhythmically and waited with him for the pleasure to pass.

After a moment, Asseth stopped, lowered his head and asked, "Sif, are you feeling better?"

Snape sat upright in silence, his eyes were on fire, he stabilized his trembling teeth, and coldly uttered two words, "Explanation."

Aces smiled flatteringly at him, and massaged him diligently with his hands, "Sev, why don't you feel the magic first?"

Snape narrowed his eyes and did as he was told, and then he found that the magic flow was faster than before.

It is difficult for ordinary people to detect such subtle differences, but because of the previous blending of magic power, he deliberately conducted experiments to check the changes in magic power, and also took notes along the way, so that he could discover the clues.

"How did you do it?" Snape asked.

"Magic purification."

Asses is no longer trying to be a show-off.

"I discovered before that magic power naturally has qualities, so I studied chemistry in depth. It happened that the chalcedony given by my cousin was resistant to manufacturing, so I tried to use purification on magic power. To put it simply, it means to remove impurities from magic power. , making the magic power stronger, but this technology is not yet mature and can only temporarily change the quality of the magic power."

Speaking of the temporary situation, he sighed with regret, and Snape across from him almost laughed angrily.

"Do you still want to change the quality of magic power forever?"

"Of course." Artes smiled slightly, his eyes shining with determination, like a child who has found a fun toy, "Sev, don't you think the magical world has been in a stagnant state for too long?"