HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape has a deep understanding of this issue. After all, when he was in school, he used to scold the people who wrote potions textbooks as idiots, and he could always pick out the most troublesome and least efficient method among many methods.

At that time, he also wanted to write a new set of potions textbooks, but too many things happened later, first Voldemort and then Dumbledore. He couldn't help himself and had no extra energy and time, so he gradually forgot about it. The idea came to me on a whim.

Asseth opened his hand, palm upward, and a soft white light changed shape in his hand.

Sometimes it's a lively bird, sometimes it's a little white tiger sleeping with its belly exposed, sometimes it's a cat showing its teeth and claws, tilting its head and acting coquettishly.

The expressions of each animal are extremely vivid. At first glance, the lifelike appearance does not look like the product of magic.

This is... something made out of nothing with just magic power!

Snape's eyes were stunned. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and released the magic power, not very skillfully controlling the magic power to change its shape.

A simple paper crane took shape in his hand, flew crookedly towards Asseth, landed in the white-lighting palm, sucked away the magic power of its other owner, and became real at a speed visible to the naked eye, obediently He rubbed Asseth's fingertips.

Aces's eyebrows were lowered, amused by its honest and honest movements, and he recited the difficult-to-pronounce incantation clearly, keeping the paper crane that should have dissipated with time in this moment forever, and preciously put it back into the ring.

"Actually, it is not impossible to permanently change the quality of magic power. The method is universal, but there is no suitable material as a transfer station, unless like last time, the body is used as a transfer station and is dominated by another person, but... ahem , Xifu, you also know that this method has some side effects."

Worried that Snape would become angry, Artes did not go into details and only briefly mentioned it.

Snape had never felt the oppression from genius so intuitively. He was silent for a moment, and a strange sense of pride arose in him.

"So you have to accept this wand." Artes glanced at Snape's face and struck while the iron was hot.

Snape came back from his inexplicable pride and realized that he had been led astray unknowingly. He slapped Asseth in anger and said, "Keep the wand. A wizard is not a wizard without a wand in his hand."

"I have a wand, look, I have another one." Artes took out another wand and showed it to Snape.

Snape didn't look at it and forced the wand into Arthur's hand. "That won't work either. Take your wand back."

Artes tried his best to hide back, avoiding the wand handed over by Snape, "Sev, there is no reason to take back the gift I gave you. If Grandpa Joel knows about it, I will be criticized by him."

Snape was indifferent, "It doesn't count as a gift if I don't accept it, and we are the only ones here, so you don't have to worry about Butler Joel knowing."

Hearing this, Asseth silently looked at Miss Medusa and Morbid who had been watching for a long time.

Both snakes had a bad feeling at the same time.

The next second, Snape killed him with a threatening eye-dagger, "Did you both see it?"

Mom, it’s a disaster for Snake!

Miss Medusa and Morpidor trembled. One looked to the left, the other looked to the right. Anyway, they didn't look at Artes and Snape. They said in unison: "We didn't see anything."

What two cowardly snakes, Artes twitched the corner of his mouth, lay down in Snape's arms, and said shamelessly: "No, you took it, you took it with your own hands, have you forgotten?"

Snape: "..."

If he had known that this hot potato would not go back once he took it, he would never have taken what Ass handed him without looking at it.

"Sev? How about it? How about taking it?" Artes looked at Snape's tangled brows with a smile, and couldn't help but pull him down for a kiss, "Sev, don't you like my wand? ?”

Snape lowered his eyes, and the man on his lap looked attentively, looking at him stubbornly with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

This is not a question about the magic wand.

If he shakes his head, I'm afraid there will be a bee named Aces around his ears all day long, wanting to hear his buzzing and look at his aggrieved eyes.

Snape sighed silently. He knew he shouldn't accept it, but couldn't resist the pitiful eyes. He nodded in compromise, "I like it."

"The wand..."

"I accepted it."

Aces took his hand holding the wand and kissed him tenderly, "Happy Valentine's Day, Sev."

Magic power flowed through the close-fitting skin and flowed into the wand. The tip of the wand shimmered with light. The magic power of the two people mixed together and rushed towards the ceiling of the cellar. When they were about to hit, they suddenly dispersed like stars in the sky.

Before meeting Artes, Snape had never known that the magic power of two people could be indistinguishable between you and me, that they could enter and exit each other's body at will, or even fuse, or even be controlled by one person and use the magic power of two people.

"It seems that old bee Dumbledore has misunderstood. The so-called miracle boy in the wizarding world should be you. They should really kowtow to you."

Even when he was praising, the Potions Master took a few turns. Artes chuckled lightly, took the initiative to loosen his grip, and gently placed his hands on Snape's wrist bones, "Sev, you can do it too, how about you?" Try it?"

"...that's okay too."

Snape nodded reservedly and tried to wave his wand. When the spell was formed, he clearly felt a warm magic flowing into his wrist.

Then the wand lit up, and brilliant rays of light flew out and exploded from the wand, like fireworks blooming at night in the dim ceiling and floating light spots.

"It's beautiful, like fireworks." Assei stared at the ceiling and commented seriously.

"Well... let's choose a time to set off fireworks some other time. My mother is always bored at night recently. We can give her some fun. Since we are looking for fun, why not hold a fireworks party?"

"If it's a fireworks banquet, you have to prepare in advance. The manor is big enough, but the surrounding area is not open enough. I remember that my father seemed to have a small castle in the suburbs. We can go there..."

Aces talked nonchalantly, his dark eyes reflected the dappled brilliance, like the alluring black opal or the bottomless sea, mysterious and magnificent, making people unable to take their eyes away once they saw it.

Snape was also one of the fallen.

When Asseth looked at the ceiling, he focused on tracing the mysterious black eyes like the deep sea. For the first time, he felt that Valentine's Day was actually not bad.

Provided that Asseth is by his side.

After living for more than thirty years, Principal Snape, who thought for the 800th time that Valentine's Day should be cancelled, finally lost to the charm of Valentine's Day and recognized the meaning of Valentine's Day.