HP: Embrace the Darkness

Upon hearing his answer, Snape nodded with satisfaction, then raised his hand and pointed to the rolled parchment on the workbench.

"This is the list of potions sent by the school infirmary. You can make them."

Aces walked over and picked up the list from the workbench. He rolled it up and opened it instantly. It slipped from his hand and hung down until it reached the ground.

Looking at the lengthy list, Asseth couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Is it too late for him to say something?

"As punishment for tonight."

As if he guessed what he was going to say, Snape added lightly.

Aces choked, unable to refute the potion master, so he could only stay and brew the potion.

Seeing that Artes stayed behind to refine the potion, Snape turned back to his place and continued to refine the potion.

In the potion room, Snape was slowly refining his own potion, while he took some time to look at Artes across from him, who was opening the crucible and running back and forth to refine the potion.

Feeling the gaze falling on him, Asses felt helpless, but he did not dare to neglect the movements of his hands.

But compared to the master of potions, he was still far behind.

The double cauldron acted reluctantly, almost hurriedly refining the potion needed by the school infirmary.

After refining his own potion, Snape stood aside and admired Arthas's fussiness.

From time to time, he would give advice, if ridicule counts as advice.

Snape didn't mean to take revenge on Artes, but he just couldn't bear to see Artese wasting his talent.

After refining the last bottle of potion, Asseth put all the potions in the box and handed them over to the potion master on the side for inspection.

Snape took the box containing the potion.

First, he took out a few bottles of magic potion that Ass had just started to refine, and then picked through them and picked out several bottles of magic potion.

Aces stood nearby, watching helplessly as Snape took out bottle after bottle of the potions he had worked so hard to refine.

When the box finally returned to Asseth's hands, more than half of the potion inside was missing.

After inspection, it was found that except for the perfect quality potions, all the other potions had been thrown away by Snape.

"professor?"

Snape raised an eyebrow at him.

"Re-refining, is there any problem?"

"……No."

Asseth twitched the corner of his mouth, did he dare to have any questions?

"Since there is no problem, let's continue practicing."

Aces responded helplessly, turned around and returned to the workbench, continuing to refine the potion.

I don't know how long it took, but Aces felt that from now on, even with his eyes closed, he would be able to refine the potion on the list of the school infirmary today.

Watching Asseth become proficient in his skills and methodical process.

Snape was finally satisfied, and instead of picking on him, he mercifully let him go.

Aces refined the last bottle of perfect quality potion and gave it to the potion master.

Seeing him nodding, I couldn't help but breathed a deep sigh of relief.

It was a real eye-opener for him how picky the Potions Master was.

Merlin! That's all perfect quality potion!

Not even the potions he uses are of perfect quality, let alone those of other wizards.

The little wizards at Hogwarts don't know their blessings.

Looking at Snape who was still refining the potion, Artes couldn't help but speak his mind.

"Professor, Hogwarts is lucky to have you."

Sness paused in stirring the crucible, then looked up at Asseth, wondering what was going on with this giant monster.

Aces smiled, with unclear meaning in his eyes, as if he was pointing.

"I mean, why would a professor want to be a professor at Hogwarts?"

"A potions master like the Professor is welcome wherever he goes, right? Even the Cavendish family."

Snape took a deep look at Artes, his deep eyes seeming to see through all his thoughts.

"I don't care how you know it, but it has nothing to do with you."

Yes, it has nothing to do with him.

Artes knew that Snape understood what he meant, but he refused.

It was normal to refuse, and Asseth never thought he would agree.

"Okay, Professor, let me get you some herbs first?"

Before Snape could reply, Artes turned and left the potions room.

After Asseth left, Snape continued to look down at the situation in the crucible, feeling a little absent-minded.

Of course he understood what Asseth meant, but he had no choice and it was his sin.

Quickly returning to the room, Asseth closed the door, leaned his back against the wall, and raised his hands to cover his eyes to cover up his gaffe.

He should respect the professor, Asseth thought.

After relaxing in the room for a while, Artes walked into the alchemy box to pick the herbs Snape asked for.

When they returned to the potion room again, neither of them spoke. Asseth hurriedly put down the herbs and left.

In the days that followed, they maintained a harmonious and tacit balance.

Arthur would help Snape with the homework of the younger students, potion materials, and the school infirmary's list after school.

And Snape would show up on time when he was eating, and would also guide him when he was refining potions.

That issue was never brought up again.

A month later, Asseth's magic power became uncontrollable again, but it was much better than before.

After Asseth discovered this change, he once again studied the cellar protection plan.

With the plan ready, Artes took advantage of Snape refining the potion in the potion room and began to arrange it.

Aces did not bring any large protective alchemy items to the school, so he had to rely on quantity. Fortunately, he brought enough disposable alchemy items.

After placing the last prop, Asseth looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Suddenly the door to the potions room was opened, and Snape appeared with a bad look on his face.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm setting up some protection. Did it disturb you? Professor?"

Snape frowned and said impatiently: "What do you think?"

"Well, sorry Professor, I'm just worried that the magic riot will destroy the cellar and the potions inside."

Snape glanced across the cellar, paused at the alchemy tools in front of the potion cabinet, pursed his lips, glanced at Asseth, said nothing, and turned back to the potion room.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Asseth actually felt that he saw embarrassment on the Potion Master's face just now.

So...the professor felt that he had misunderstood him, so he felt embarrassed?

I have to say, this professor seems a bit cute.

Asseth looked at the closed wooden door and couldn't help but laugh out loud. He deliberately lowered his voice to prevent the Potion Master from hearing it and becoming angry.

After decorating the cellar, Artes also relaxed a little. He no longer had to worry about the safety of the cellar and making the potion master angry all day long.