HP: Embrace the Darkness

The night wind, with the moisture after the rain, brushed past the window, and the chill rose suddenly.

"I'll charge it."

In the shadows, Ases walked out with a smile. Although he was smiling, the first thing he said was a complaint of grievance: "You don't seem to want to see me... Sifu."

Snape nodded silently in his heart.

Of course, he had already worked enough overtime tonight and didn't want to work overtime even after he got to bed.

As we all know!

Being too tired can lead to sudden death!!

Before meeting Athis, Snape never felt that there was anything wrong with his physical strength, but after meeting Athis, he found that young people are indeed very energetic.

When Snape thought of this, he had a headache. There were too many things to consider when two people were together. He had never thought about this problem before, and it seemed a little too late to think about it now.

"What are you thinking about? Why aren't you talking?"

Athis suddenly reached out his hand and wiped away the water drops on Snape's shoulder. Then his fingertips slid along the collar and rubbed the back of his ticklish neck. Then he slid down and firmly hugged the waist he had been thinking about.

"My words seemed ambiguous and the professor misunderstood me, but what I meant by charging is... a hug, like this."

The man suddenly exerted force with his arms to close the distance between them, took off the mask he had been wearing, and lazily buried his head in his lover's neck. He took a deep breath, and his voice with a slight rise in the tail tone was particularly seductive in the night.

"But... I can also do other things if the professor needs me."

Ases said this vaguely, almost in a light tone, but Snape still heard some ambiguity and aggressiveness around the tip of his tongue, and his heart skipped a beat.

Having faced the harmless Ases for too long, he almost forgot that in the eyes of outsiders, even a gentle smile from Ases could not conceal his aggressiveness.

After successfully teasing Snape, Asis held his breath and prepared himself to be scolded, but after one second, two seconds, three seconds... Snape still didn't make any sound.

"Sev? Why aren't you talking?"

Snape rolled his eyes in annoyance.

say?

say what?

He was the first one to have wrong thoughts. If he really wants to scold him, wouldn't it be the same as scolding himself?

For the first time in his life, Snape was silent for three seconds, sneered, and politely chose to speak instead of taking action: "I'll give you three seconds to put your claws away. Three! Two!"

The claws that were digging its territory obediently paused, then changed position obediently, hooked Snape's neck, and when he was not prepared, gently pulled, blocking the rest of his time in his throat.

"Sif..."

With his eyes closed, Aces was repeating a person's name in his mind and mouth. Snape closed his eyes briefly and his breathing became disordered.

never mind,.

As soon as the thought comes out, all the troubles and trivial matters will go away.

He closed his eyes again and let himself sink and fall into this kiss.

The moonlight was hazy in the sky, and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. No one knew what kind of ambiguous scene was taking place by the window of the principal's office.

……

After the kiss, they sat back on the sofa.

"Are you here just to recharge?" Snape narrowed his eyes, not quite believing what Ases said.

Don't think he didn't see the alchemical prop used for communication flashing desperately.

Aces was massaging Snape. Hearing this, he softened his grip. "It's not just charging. I'm here to take Draco away. Voldemort found out that I had sold the Horcrux to him in a different shell. I'm worried that it would be dangerous for Draco to stay here any longer, so I might as well take him home."

"He...found out?" Snape slapped Aces' hand away, sat up, and his eyes moved slightly. "Then how come Dolohov is still alive?"

According to the information he learned, Dolohov was sent by Voldemort to investigate the matter.

Now that Voldemort knew the truth, how could Dolohov, who brought bad news, survive at the hands of Voldemort?

unless……

"You guessed it right. The Dolohov in the Forbidden Forest is not Dolohov."

Athis gave an answer that Snape expected, but Snape's focus was not here. He glanced at Athis with a fake smile, "Were you in the Forbidden Forest just now?"

"No, I'm waiting for you in the principal's office." Athels said calmly.

He was too lazy to get involved in the savior's affairs, and he had to contact Draco, so he didn't go to the Forbidden Forest and stayed in the headmaster's office to observe subsequent developments.

"But my patron saint is with you."

Athis smiled and snapped his fingers. The patronus hiding in the dark walked out slowly and fell at Snape's feet with a clear goal.

He tilted his head back and made an obedient "wooo" sound, using the voice of Ases.

Aces: "..."

Rebel!

Snape kicked the clinging white tiger and stopped Aces from hitting the tiger. "Draco hasn't come yet?"

"Professor doesn't want me to stay?"

Athis held Snape's hand, his clear and bright eyes were exactly the same as the pitiful little white tiger on the ground.

"Speak properly." Snape ruthlessly pried Aces's hands apart, and turned his head in a different direction. He then picked up the little white tiger and put it on his lap. "Is Draco here?"

Aces glared at the little white tiger who had taken his place, and opened the alchemical communication tool with his fingertips, and Draco's voice came out from it.

"Brother, I don't know the password."

Your brother doesn't know either. He went through the back door without any password.

Aces looked at Snape.

“Lionfish spine powder.”

It was a standard command from a potion master. Ases tapped the alchemical tool and asked, "Lionfish spine powder, do you hear me?"

Draco on the other side did not answer.

At this moment, there was a sound of a door opening, "Boom——"

After a while, Draco walked in and saw Snape sitting on the sofa with Athis. He slowed down and greeted them one by one.

"Principal, brother."

Ases raised his chin towards the sofa across from him and said, "Sit down, let's discuss your temporary absence from school."

Draco, who only knew that Athis had something to do with him before coming, misstepped and almost fell. He looked at Snape in disbelief, who was not surprised at all, then looked at Athis, who took it for granted, and sat down with unsteady steps.

"I... am not going to school for the time being?! Why am I not going to school? What happened? Is there something wrong at home? My godfather and godmother are at Cavendish Manor, nothing will happen to them, they are my father and mother!?"

A dozen questions in a row made the two unlucky guys who had to work overtime feel a bit of brain blood supply deficiency.

Ases rubbed his brows and raised his hands. "Don't talk yet. Listen to me."

Draco quieted down.

"Let's make this short. Now let me show you something."

As he said this, Ases snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a spot of light appeared in the air, split into two, slid to both sides, and a thin line was born. The thin line separated from top to bottom to form a light curtain.

"This is the tragedy that occurred at Malfoy Manor tonight. The location is the meeting hall of Malfoy Manor."

As Ases narrated, the light screen changed. The originally white picture darkened and shook a few times, and two people suddenly appeared in the center of the picture.

One sitting and one standing.

The man who was standing among them knelt down not long after, with a pleading look on his face, and kissed the robe of the man who was sitting madly.

Aces had seen Snape's behavior towards Voldemort in the past without batting an eyelid, but Draco's few meetings with the Death Eaters and Voldemort did not include such a scene, and he could not help but secretly glance at Snape's expression.

Half of Snape's face was hidden in the darkness, and the remaining half was tense and expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Listen carefully, here comes the point." Aces suddenly reminded Draco, pulling him back to the picture on the screen from his fantasies.

As if to echo Athis's words, a flash of lightning flashed outside, followed by dull thunder and Voldemort's hoarse and shrill voice.

"Waste! Waste! They are all waste!"

Dohorov was face down, shaking all over. He did not pray for Voldemort to show mercy. They saw dead Death Eaters being dragged away every day, and he already knew how cruel Voldemort was now. He had no hope of walking out of the room intact. He just wanted to survive, even if it was just a lingering death.

Unfortunately, Voldemort did not fulfill such a simple and humble wish.

As the three men looked on with different expressions, Voldemort brutally cut Dolohov's neck artery and drew a magic circle with his sticky blood.

Snape frowned, thinking about the effect of this magic circle, while holding Athis's hand, "Okay, you don't need to look at the following."

Aces' dark pupils were slightly out of focus. When he heard Snape's voice, he lowered his eyes very slowly, staring at the hand that was trying to comfort him.

Suddenly, he opened his hands and interlaced his fingers with Snape's. The panic that made his soul feel as if it had no place to rest disappeared, and a sense of security wrapped him tightly.

Ases couldn't help but curl his lips, gently circling with his fingertips, taking advantage of her openly.

"I've seen it before. It's okay. I was just thinking about something else."

“…You didn’t lie?”

"No."

Draco looked at the two of them strangely when he heard this. He didn't understand what riddle they were talking about, but his inexplicable intuition told him that if he didn't interrupt them, he might not be able to get to the point tonight.

"Brother, what does this have to do with me?"

Ases gave him a look of disappointment, "Because I was the one who made him angry, and you... everyone knows that you are my brother. Just think about it, what will he do if he can't control me."

"Catch me to vent your anger?" Draco asked tentatively.

Aces nodded with relief.

The corners of Draco's mouth twitched. He truly experienced what it meant to be extremely difficult to do things in school.

What does this have to do with him?! Go catch his brother if you can?

He only bullies a weak person like him! He wants to sue Voldemort for discrimination! !

"Okay, don't take your things, we'll just go, someone will come to school for you, and you can come back when all the troubles are over."

This was the first time that Athis mentioned the ending directly. For a moment, Snape and Draco's eyes were focused on Athis.

"Brother, what do you mean..."

Snape was hesitant to ask, but Draco couldn't hold back his anger and asked cautiously.

Aces found that Draco still lacked some social beatings.

Other aspects are fine, but my vision is not broad enough and I always look at things superficially.

Maybe... I can go to Germany to study for two years? People there are more cunning.

Aces's thoughtful look gave Draco a bad feeling. He shuddered and forced himself to take back his words, "Um...Brother, just pretend I never asked."

"Since I've asked, I'll tell you about it." Aces pinched his brows and forced himself to cheer up. "Before I answer you, let me ask you a question first. Why has Voldemort been so arrogant in the British wizarding world for so many years?"

This question was simple. Draco answered without thinking, "Because he is very powerful."

"Half right."

Ases took out his old magic wand and pointed it at the light curtain. A stream of light flashed, and suddenly a dense number of names appeared on it.

"See? These are the people who signed at the International Confederation of Wizards a pledge not to interfere in the internal affairs of the British wizarding world since Voldemort became famous. Can you guess why they signed this name?"

Aces paused, giving Draco time to think.

Draco looked at the names above in confusion. He even saw the names of his godfather and godmother among them.

"Why, why?"

Snape on the side seemed to understand something, his brows were furrowed, his lips moved, but he said nothing.

"Because for most of us, the emergence of Voldemort is a good thing to some extent. He can delay the development of the British wizarding world and restrain Dumbledore."

"Restrict Dumbledore?" Draco was stunned. He obviously had not thought of this aspect.

"You think they really like and admire Dumbledore. No, they are just afraid of him. Geniuses who are too outstanding are not good for politicians because they are difficult to control."

Aces gave a mocking laugh.

"You know, I just wasted a whole morning with them today, just because they thought that Grindelwald, who was old and without a wand, could still pose a threat to them and were unwilling to let him go."

"Sometimes people's brain structures are really different. Why can't their brains think about what Grindelwald really wants to do! How can they sit in the office and talk to me?!"

After wasting so much time and effort, Athis's patience had long been exhausted. In the end, he had to use some tricks to get a short-term bail order for Grindelwald. If he wanted permanent bail, he might have to continue to argue.

He got a headache whenever he thought about this, and he wished he could get a marriage certificate for Grindelwald so that he wouldn't make a fuss about being released from prison every day so that he could get married openly.

"Brother, are you off topic?"

Draco glanced at Snape, who had been silent, and reminded him carefully.

Ases didn't have the habit of bringing his anger outside to his family. He was just targeting the stupid politician. When he heard Draco's question, he slowed down his tone.

"The fact that Voldemort could live in Britain for so long, apart from his own strength, also had a lot to do with the indulgence of those politicians. They hoped that someone could contain Dumbledore and disrupt the British wizarding world so that they could benefit from it. It didn't matter if there was no such thing. Anyway, for them, as long as Voldemort stayed in Britain and didn't harm them, it didn't matter."