HP: Embrace the Darkness

His handsomeness lasted only three seconds. Just as Snape stretched out his hand, the man with long hair like a waterfall suddenly changed his expression, and in a flash of white light, he turned into a palm-sized kitten and fell from the sky.

Snape: "..."

Whatever it was, it disappeared in a flash.

The Potions Master, who was doubting his own life, reached out his hand in a daze, caught the fallen kitten, and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

The pattern of the little white cat is very familiar. It looks like a scaled-down white tiger. Its eyes are also the familiar azure blue, clear and transparent.

Look at the eyes again.

Hmm... it's a familiar look.

The consciousness is still there, not stupid.

Snape felt relieved. He bent his arms, put the little white cat in his arms, and walked out of the gradually dissipating silver flames.

At this time, Ases's massage, regardless of weather conditions, showed its effect.

Snape had just woken up from the ice coffin. Apart from feeling a little cold, he didn't feel anything. His limbs were strong, he walked steadily, and his mental state seemed to be better than before.

After all, the previous potion master was definitely one of the best workers.

As soon as Snape walked out, he was met with seven pairs of eyes. Hesitantly, he slowed down his pace, looked around, turned a corner and walked to the Slytherin.

"…Mr. Slytherin."

Salazar blinked, forcing the shock out of his eyes, coughed twice, raised his eyebrows proudly at Godric, then looked at Snape and nodded proudly.

"Yes, you are my good student."

"Shameless thing!" Godric gnashed his teeth to pieces, wishing he could pull Dumbledore over to save the situation.

Rowena and Helga looked at each other, then helplessly and skillfully changed positions, each pulling one side, quietly putting out the flames of war that had not yet ignited.

Snape saw it all.

Is this the founder of Hogwarts?

Quite... lively.

The not-so-lively Headmaster Snape greeted everyone with mixed feelings.

When it was Herpo's turn, he paused for a moment and looked at Slytherin.

No matter what, he was once the head of Slytherin, and as an "enemy" of Slytherin, Herbert had to be careful.

"This is Herpo, you can call him whatever you want." Salazar understood Snape's concerns and took the initiative to act as a middleman.

Snape nodded at Herpo, but before he could say anything, the little white cat in his arms poked its head out, opened and closed its mouth several times, and actually made the sound of Aces.

"Helpo, do me a favor."

what!

Hailbo stared at the fragile little white cat with a look of "I saw a ghost" on his face. The expressions of the others were similar. Only Merlin, who came over after chatting with the blonde woman, did not seem surprised at all.

"My condition is not stable." Ases covered his face with his paws, feeling embarrassed. "But I am worried because no one is watching me."

"Asais Cavendish! What's the difference between you and the black-hearted capitalists?" Haierbo condemned bitterly, "I'm almost dying, and you still let me work!?"

"I can't find anyone else except you."

Asseth was candid.

Transforming into a little white cat still had some effect on him. He expressed his emotions more directly than before, and his blue eyes stared straight at Hailbo.

"Don't think..." Hailbo looked away and saw Salazar frowning. He immediately forgot about the refusal and agreed decisively, "Okay."

Hearing this, Athis put down his claws and prepared to retreat back into Snape's arms.

Rowena suddenly called him: "Wait, Ases, how do you feel now?"

"He can't speak for too long in his current state. Let me speak for him." Merlin looked at Snape and said lovingly, "Severus, can I call you that?"

"of course."

Snape had a good impression of Merlin.

Maybe it's because there is an equally shrewd Dumbledore by his side, he always subconsciously compares Dumbledore and Merlin. Compared to Dumbledore, who is either "using" him or on the way to "using" him, Merlin's treatment of him is simply pure, not counting Ases.

"Aces?" Merlin called.

The little white cat nodded lazily.

"If my guess is correct, he should have gone back to the past and actually walked there. I'm not sure of the exact time, but it must have been earlier than when I was born, much earlier."

Merlin looked at Arces as he spoke, and when he saw that he didn't shake his head, he continued.

"Unlike the Time Turner, he went back to the past in soul form, which was extremely harmful to his soul. Even with the protection of..., it would weaken over time. The soul's injuries could not be treated and could only heal on its own. And if you want to heal on its own, you must reduce the burden on your soul."

"You can understand that the weaker the body, the lighter the burden on the soul. So until the soul injury is fully recovered, he will probably have to remain in this state."

Snape's eyes lit up. "In other words, as long as there is a way to heal the wound of the soul, Athis can recover?"

"That's right in theory, but..."

Merlin didn't say anything else, but everyone understood what he meant.

Whether in the current wizarding world or the past wizarding world, soul damage is irreversible. That is to say, people like them have special souls that can heal themselves. Once the souls of other people are damaged, they will either die or go crazy.

"I see."

Snape's heart finally dropped.

I dare not say anything else, but he has successfully refined a bottle of soul healing potion. As long as he is given time, he can definitely refine the second and third bottles...

In short, he would never let anything happen to Aces. Snape gently rubbed the little white cat's head and swore silently in his heart.

Athis had great confidence in the level of the Potions Master and had not panicked from the beginning. Now he was lying lazily in Snape's arms, squinting his eyes comfortably, not caring at all how strangely the people around him looked at him.

Noticing Snape's sudden change in mood, Merlin probably guessed that he had a way to heal souls, so he stopped talking about this issue and started talking about another thing.

"Aces, I'm leaving with... "

Just go, what to say to him?

and many more!

Who's leaving!?

The little white cat's eyes flashed, and its ears suddenly stood up. It changed its lazy posture, climbed up from Snape's arms, raised its paw and tugged at Snape's sleeve, and uttered "wool" softly. Snape understood and put him on his left shoulder.

"Are you sure she wants to leave with you?"

The blonde woman smiled wryly, "Isn't this your plan?"

"I just ask you, are you willing?"

The little white cat's round blue eyes were straightened in a straight line, extremely sharp, as if it wanted to see clearly into the blonde woman's heart.

“Does it matter whether I am willing or not?” The blonde woman pursed her lips sadly. “I have to accept the loss. I lost, so I have to pay the price.”

The little white cat examined the blonde's expression, not missing a single detail, and finally concluded that she didn't look like she was lying.

Just as he was about to find an excuse to save himself, Merlin spoke up at the right time: "Aces, I know you are worried. I will keep a close eye on her. We will not appear in this world again in the future."