HP: Embrace the Darkness

"It won't hurt if someone teaches you." Asais seemed not to understand the warning in Dumbledore's words. He looked at Snape with a smile and said, "Do you want to learn? I'll teach you?"

This……

Snape was somewhat moved but also somewhat concerned about Dumbledore's presence.

When he looked up, he saw Dumbledore staring at him intently. His vigilant eyes made it seem as if he was about to go astray in the next second.

Seeing him looking at her, she advised earnestly, "Mr. Snape, the use of dark magic requires the user to be full of malice in his heart. You are still young. Exposure to dark magic too early will affect your mind and will not be of any benefit to your future. It may even... In short, I hope you can consider it carefully."

In order to prove the truth of his words, Dumbledore also used Bella, a Death Eater who has been more active recently, as an example.

Unexpectedly, Snape just looked at him quietly.

Then he lowered his head in silence.

The overly long hair concealed the mockery and resentment that were growing wildly in his black eyes.

Snape clutched the hem of his school robe tightly, and his pale hands showed a few faint blue veins.

This is the greatest white wizard of this century, how high and mighty he is! He can only see the harm of black magic, but cannot see that black magic is the only straw that can pull him out of the quagmire.

future?

Oh, if people in prison don’t fight for everything, how can they have a future?

Snape's grip tightened.

If the person on the other side was not the powerful Dumbledore, he would have probably drawn his wand and let the other party experience the power of the Invisible Sword.

Ases was extremely sensitive to Snape's mood swings. He sensed something was wrong and immediately retorted, "He won't be affected."

Dumbledore said aggressively: "How do you know it won't happen if it hasn't happened yet?"

Ases frowned impatiently, his voice becoming colder: "I can only tell you that it won't happen. I have no other questions to answer."

Dumbledore said nothing.

The atmosphere was silent and still.

The people watching the portrait were also silent.

After a while, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and a sharp look flashed across his eyes behind the lenses: "So the condition for you to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to teach Mr. Snape the dark arts?"

"Of course not." Arces smiled wryly, "I will tell you my conditions in the future, and I promise they will not touch your bottom line. Do you have any other questions now?"

Dumbledore's eyes scanned Aces' face for a moment, then turned to Snape.

"Mr. Snape, I still say the same thing. I hope you will consider it carefully. Dark magic is not as simple as you think."

After receiving two consecutive warnings from Dumbledore, Snape pursed his lips, demonstrated Slytherin's weighing of pros and cons to the fullest, and patiently replied, "I will."

"besides--"

Seeing that Snape's attitude seemed to soften, Dumbledore wanted to continue persuading him, but was interrupted by Athis.

"Principal Dumbledore, if there is nothing else, we will leave first."

Ases stood up and nodded politely.

"Also, I need to talk to Mr. Snape. Can you please tell the professors and the Slytherin Dean that Mr. Snape wants a day off?"

After saying this, he gave Snape a look and turned away.

Snape always wanted to learn the dark arts in his heart, so seeing this, he followed Athis out of the headmaster's office without hesitation.

Dumbledore watched them leave, his eyes dark, worried and happy.

The worry is that Athis is too powerful and even more difficult to deal with than Voldemort.

The good news is that Athis has a soft spot and is unlikely to be as crazy as Voldemort.

It's class time.

There were no students passing by outside the corridor. It was very quiet, with only the sound of interlaced footsteps echoing.

Snape walked a few steps and couldn't help but steal a glance at Athis next to him, looking the man up and down from head to toe in what he thought was a covert operation.

His gaze finally rested on the pair of hands that were clearly more precious than his.

There was a delicate ring there that looked very special.

"Your love and..."

Snape's voice froze for a moment; he didn't know how to address Tobias.

If he called Tobias directly, he was worried that Ases would not know who he was, but he was reluctant to call him father.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he used his full name.

"Is your lover related to Tobias Snape?"

This question is not easy to explain.

But we have to explain it.

Aces rubbed his brows, took a wrong step, turned into the empty classroom next to him, and tilted his head to signal Snape to follow.

The dark classroom lit up after Aces walked in, like a mouth that suddenly opened, and Snape reflexively drew out his wand.

The vigilance he had been forced to develop over the years warned him not to follow in, but he knew very well that if Ases wanted to take action, there was no need to lure him somewhere else.

In the final analysis, he is too weak and therefore hesitant.

Snape clenched his wand, gritted his teeth, and walked in.

Ases waved his hand to close the classroom door, and silver-white vines appeared out of thin air, entwining to form two sofas and tables facing each other.

In order to take care of the boy's mood, there were two cups of hot cocoa on the table, still steaming.

Snape: "..."

He just had a cup of hot cocoa, couldn't he have a different kind of cocoa?

Comments received, but rejected.

It was a rare opportunity for Ases to "give orders" to the Potions Master without being scolded. In his joy, he ignored the gazes from the opposite side, sat down leisurely, and took a sip of the hot cocoa.

"My love... He has some relationship with Tobias, and also with you. His name is-"

Speaking of business, Snape stopped worrying about the hot cocoa and stared at Aces. Then he heard a name that was so deafening and familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

"Severus Snape."

Snape's expression twisted instantly, and his first reaction was that Athis was playing a trick on him.

"Tell me again, who is it?"

The boy's tone changed, anger and humiliation causing his voice to tremble slightly.

Ases had anticipated this reaction and took out a photo from the ring calmly.

This was taken by Susanna when she was passing by.

The two people in the photo are sitting on the sofa leaning against each other and reading a book. Although there are no more intimate actions, their unusual intimacy can be seen at a glance by the way they snuggle up to each other.

"I didn't lie to you. I am not from this world, and you in another world are my lover." Asseth explained.

Snape looked at the familiar but more mature face in the photo, his pupils trembled, and the line called reason was shaky.

Then there was a "snap" sound and it broke.

"nausea!"

Snape gasped, turned away in disgust, and said without thinking: "You make me feel sick."

Fear and disgust filled his whole body, his hands were still shaking, and he instinctively distanced himself from Ases.

Looking at the boy who was almost clinging to the wall, Ases was neither annoyed nor angry. He just smiled and sighed: "You even curse the same way."