HP: Embrace the Darkness

Asseth felt as if he was walking alone in darkness with no way out, surrounded by deathly despair and darkness.

He didn't know how long he walked, but the darkness gradually eroded him.

He fell helplessly into the darkness, his consciousness beginning to blur.

"Aces, wake up."

Familiar voices came from far away, and the calls brought Artes back to his blurry consciousness little by little.

He opened his eyes in confusion, looking for the source of the sound in the darkness.

The sound still echoed in the darkness, but Asseth could not find its source.

He couldn't find it, and Asseth closed his eyes in discomfort.

Just when he wanted to give up, a warm touch came through the darkness, and the familiar slightly bitter medicinal fragrance on the tip of his nose cut through the darkness like a ray of light.

It's a professor.

Aces' chaotic mind realized this. He gritted his teeth, struggled to get up, and walked step by step towards the source of the light.

In the cellar, the raging magic gradually calmed down as the owner woke up.

Seeing this, Snape finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood up, looked at Asseth who was still hanging his head, and waited quietly for him to wake up completely.

The fingers hanging by his side moved slightly, catching Snape's eyes.

Under his gaze, Asseth slowly raised his head, his face blank.

He hadn't fully recovered yet and glanced around blankly, his eyes finally resting on Snape.

"professor?"

"Well, it's me."

Snape responded quietly.

"Am I out of control?"

"Professor, are you injured?"

Arthur's rationality gradually returned, and when he saw the mess around him, he immediately realized what he had done, and looked up at Snape eagerly.

When he woke up, Snape had calmly covered the wound with his black robe.

But Asseth was no fool, and the smell of blood on the tip of his nose already told him the answer.

Not caring about his own body, Artes stood up quickly and pulled back Snape's black robe.

The blood loss made Snape's thinking a little slow, and he was unable to react to avoid Artes' movement.

Underneath the black robe was a black inner jacket, which also concealed Snape's wounds.

But the scratches and the wet touch made Artes realize that Snape was injured.

Aces's hand holding Snape became cold and his face turned pale.

He got the professor hurt again.

Snape looked down at Artes and saw that he was still absent-minded and motionless, so he frowned and said.

"If Mr. Asseth wants to murder his Potions Professor, he doesn't need to go to all the trouble."

Ace's face turned even paler.

Seeing his pale face, Snape realized that he was blaming himself, and then remembered what he had just said.

Damn, what a troublesome troll!

"If you're worried about me, don't hang around here like a troll."

"Now, go get me some medicine."

After hearing Snape's words, Artes subconsciously turned around and went to the potion room to get the potion.

When we came out again, the cellar had been restored to its original condition.

Thanks to Asseth's generosity, Snape's potion suffered almost no loss.

Snape half-closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa to wait for Artes.

When he saw him coming out, he naturally reached out to him and motioned for him to apply the medicine himself.

Aces ignored his movements, silently placed the medicine on the table, and then lowered his eyes to look at the medicine.

Snape frowned, wondering what his temper was about.

What he didn't know was that Asses was not angry with him, but with himself.

"Professor, take off your clothes."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Snape rejected Artes without any hesitation.

This time is different from last time.

This time his injury almost covered his entire upper body, and there was no way he could let Ass give him medicine.

"Professor, I..."

"It goes without saying, go back to your room, or I can go back to my room and apply the medicine."

Snape didn't give Asseth a chance to continue speaking, and pretended to get up and leave.

Worried that he might injure his wound, Asses had no choice but to give in.

"I'm right there. Professor, can you call me if you need anything?"

Aces pointed to the desk beside him.

Snape looked in the direction Artes pointed to, making sure he couldn't be seen in that direction. After a moment of silence, he agreed.

Seeing that he agreed, Ace walked towards the desk without sitting down, and just stood with his back to Snape.

It was only now that Asseth had time to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

He raised his hand and looked at the letter in his hand. On it was the culprit of his magic riot.

There was only one scrawled sentence on the snow-white letter: The lady was missing. The Duke went to look for the lady after wiping out the remaining party. There was no news about the two of them yet.

Arthur's hand holding the letter tightened uncontrollably, and the letter was crumpled by him.

"Is this why you lost control?"

Snape didn't know when he came behind Artes.

Asseth nodded, turned around and handed over the letter in his hand.

Snape took it and gave it a quick glance.

"Those people from last time?"

"Correct."

Snape looked at the lost and completely different Artes, who was silent for a moment, and then spoke dryly.

"The situation is still unclear, so don't think too much."

Aces raised his head in surprise and looked at Snape.

Snape turned his head slightly, not letting Artes see his expression.

"I understand, thank you, Professor."

Aces smiled slightly at Snape.

Strangely enough, he didn't understand this truth, but he still couldn't control his emotions.

And Snape's simple words made him feel at ease.

"Professor, your injury."

"I am fine."

Snape interrupted him and spoke concisely.

"hand."

Aces understood and stretched out his hand to check.

The magic power circulated in Asseth's body, and then he withdrew his hand.

"That's enough. Your magic power has stabilized after this explosion."

Aces nodded nonchalantly.

He knew his own situation well. Although the process of this magic riot was not very smooth, the result was good.

His magic power was greatly increased at once, and his magic power reserve now exceeds that of a normal adult wizard.

After Snape finished checking, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing that he didn't look very good, Asses interrupted what he wanted to say.

"Professor, go and rest first. If you have anything to say, we can talk to you when you wake up."

Snape frowned, dissatisfied with Artes interrupting him, but seeing Artes' worried eyes, he still didn't say anything, turned around silently, and returned to his room.

Aces looked at him quietly from behind him until the door was closed.

Looking at the closed door, Asseth felt mixed.

Of course he knew what the professor wanted to say just now.

It's just that the problem is solved and you can move back.

But he can't leave yet.

At least he won't leave the cellar until the professor is healed.