HP: Embrace the Darkness

Ases was silent and said nothing.

Snape asked suddenly, "Do you want to know if Dumbledore said anything to me? Or do you want to know what he wants me to do?"

Aces finally spoke, his voice containing a hint of sarcasm.

"Does he have one?"

"Have."

Snape had no intention of hiding it from Athis. Anyway, Dumbledore never said that he couldn't tell Athis.

His task is actually very simple.

Voldemort has one last Horcrux, Nagini, which disappeared not long ago and no one knows where it is. He needs to find this snake, kill it before Voldemort dies, and bury it with Voldemort.

"It's not difficult actually. I have a few suspicions and I can find them when he gets busy."

Aces didn't say anything, and Snape thought he was worried, so he leaned forward, put his arms around him, and patted his back twice with his left hand.

"Don't worry, I can guarantee my safety, nothing will happen."

As soon as he heard the name of Nagini, Athis frowned, and a faint murderous aura emanated from his body involuntarily. After Snape approached, he suppressed it without making a sound.

A snake is not a threat to Snape. The real reason why Snape got into trouble was the forced determination to die and the fatal injury from Voldemort. Now it is the disgusting fate and the people who maintain the disgusting fate.

Assesse knows the priorities.

He took the initiative and hugged Snape, his voice lazy, "I remember that the Gryffindor sword is very convenient for cutting snakes, Sev, do you want it?"

Given his relationship with Godric, it would not be difficult for him to get a sword - no, the Sword of Gryffindor seemed to be his, and this was confirmed by Godric himself.

Aces' eyes lit up, and he tilted his head slightly to look around the headmaster's office, and finally found the Sword of Gryffindor among a pile of debris in the Sorting Hat.

The sword still had the aura of Godric on it, although it was very faint, he could barely sense it.

He raised his hand and the sword of Gryffindor flew out of the Sorting Hat and fell into his hand.

Then the silver-white magic power started from the hilt and swept across the sword body little by little, analyzing the secret of the sword of Gryffindor.

After many years, Athis, who came into contact with the Sword of Gryffindor again, was no longer the child he used to be. The secret of the Sword of Gryffindor was as transparent as can be in his eyes.

"There's a magic circle in the hilt, which works similarly to the Sorting Hat. It can see through thoughts and identify people with certain traits. It's not just Gryffindor students who can use it. The craftsmanship of the blade is pretty good. Is it an illusion? There seem to be scratches in it."

As he spoke, he turned the sword over and ran his fingertips across the scratch, and suddenly he was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Snape asked.

The two were still hugging each other. In this position, Snape couldn't see Athis's expression, but he could feel his surprise.

Aces loosened his hand and handed over the sword of Gryffindor with an unnatural look. "There are words on the place where the blade and the hilt meet... you can read it yourself."

Snape took the sword and, as Athis said, looked at the junction of the blade and the hilt. There was a passage written on it in a strange language. Unfortunately, both Athis and Snape knew this language.

"Are all S...lytherins trash?"

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, he couldn't believe that such an important object as the Gryffindor treasure still had traces of the founder's mischief on it.

Ases was stunned, but not surprised.

This was certainly something Godric could do, and he even suspected that there was a similar taunt on the Slytherin locket.

Speaking of the Slytherin locket...it seems that the Slytherin locket is also in his hand?

Ases rummaged through the ring and found the Slytherin locket in the corner. He took it out and looked it over from top to bottom. Sure enough, he saw similar scratches on the inside of the box.

The translation roughly means: Gryffindors are all trash!

It corresponds exactly to the Sword of Gryffindor.

He handed the locket to Snape with a strange look in his eyes, "To be honest, I'm beginning to doubt their relationship."

Snape took the locket without reading the words inside.

He could accept that the founder of Gryffindor was a childish guy - after all, the wizards who could join Gryffindor were all restless trolls.

But he couldn't accept that his founder was as naive as the founder of Gryffindor!

This was ridiculous, he needed to slow down.

After satisfying his craving for antiques, Snape returned the locket to Athis, but Athis did not take it.

"The Slytherin Locket should be kept by the Head of Slytherin or the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Take it, Sev. No one is more legitimate than you."

Once the Headmaster of Slytherin and now the Headmaster of Hogwarts, it seems that no one is more legitimate than him.

Snape was already somewhat moved, and after hearing these words, he became more confident and nodded reservedly: "You are right."

With that, he carefully placed the Slytherin locket into his ring.

Those black eyes that only shone in front of the potion and Athis flashed with a focused and gentle light, which made Athis feel jealous.

But he could understand Snape.

The Slytherin Locket is the most precious thing in the heart of every Slytherin.

What's more, Snape was once the head of Slytherin.

"Are you happy now?"

Athis chuckled, raised his hand and put it on Snape's shoulder, leaning lazily against him, holding the pair of bony hands and playing with them.

He loved the Potion Master's slender and thin hands, especially when he was making potions, his movements were orderly and his posture was elegant, which was a pleasure to watch.

Hmm... maybe we could consider moving the study to the potions room.

The work is too tiring and he needs some motivation.

Take a look occasionally to cheer yourself up.

Aces's thoughts were wandering in an unfocused way, and without Snape's knowledge, he had already quietly planned the layout of the potions room in Prince Manor, waiting for the right time to move in.

Snape pursed his lips, knowing that his anxiety could not be hidden from Athis.

Or perhaps his emotions were transparent in front of this person. He couldn't hide them, nor did he want to hide them.

"It's been a pleasure...thank you."

"There's no need to be so polite between us." Athis stood up slightly and looked at the quiet moonlight outside the window with Snape.

He was hesitating about something and didn't say anything. Snape also fell silent for some reason.

Fortunately, the moonlight falling on the two of them was gentle, cool but not cold, and the atmosphere did not become cold. Instead, other meanings were derived from the brief silence.

It's hard to describe this feeling.

If Snape had to describe it, it would probably be that the little wizard hiding in the corner on Valentine's Day wanted to do something to express his feelings, but because he was too immature, he only dared to tentatively hold the other person's hand.

There is nothing more after that.

Because these little wizards were picked out one by one by him the next second.

Separation, deduction of points, and scolding are all included.

No matter how ambiguous or shy the atmosphere is, it will not end well under him.

It was only now, after personally experiencing the unspeakable taste of love, that the strict Potions Professor realized that he had been a little unromantic before.

But don't expect him to reflect or show mercy. For the time being, he doesn't want a few babies to appear in Hogwarts to increase his workload.

Don't doubt it, if no one stops or supervises them, these hormonally overactive students are capable of doing these things.

"Sev." Aces' voice interrupted Snape's thoughts.

Snape was stunned for a moment. He seemed to be too relaxed next to Aces. If he was in front of Voldemort, he would have died countless times.

"Sev?" After a long time without hearing a voice, Aces turned his head in confusion. Seeing Snape distracted, he suddenly asked, "Sev, do you... love me?"

Snape turned his head slowly and met Athis's eyes, which seemed calm but were actually nervous. He swallowed the words he wanted to say, remained silent for a moment, and then looked away with difficulty.

Wait a minute.

If they could survive, if they could succeed, if there was still a chance, he would hold Ases' hand and tell him the answer.

But now, not yet.

Irene's failed marriage taught Snape many lessons, the most important of which was not to give love casually.

Snape remembered.

Remember it deeply.

The only reason I remembered it before was because I couldn’t believe that someone would love him like this, and I was afraid of the hurt that love would bring.

But now I remember it because he was in the vortex and could not give equal love and a stable life, and he was afraid of hurting the other person.

He has his own persistence, which may seem ridiculous in the eyes of others, but he has never thought about changing.

He wanted to stand beside Ases equally and legitimately, and what he wanted was to be able to respond to Ases' equal love.

He didn't want Ases to take on more and gain the least in this relationship.

He wanted Aces to be surrounded by love forever.

His boy, born out of love, should not lower his standards because of him.