HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces sighed on the sofa.

Why do I feel like professors are slamming doors more and more frequently recently?

It shouldn't be his problem, Asses thought a little uncertainly.

Then he stood up, walked over to the burning fireplace, took the letter out of his pocket and threw it in.

In an instant, the letter thrown into the fireplace was swallowed up by the red tongue of flames, leaving only a few fragments.

On the remaining fragments, you can vaguely see the words that the two have returned and no one was injured.

Sorry, professor, I didn't lie to you, but I didn't tell you the truth.

Aces looked at the swaying flames, his eyes flickering, and he couldn't say he felt good.

It wasn't until he confirmed that the letter was completely burned that Assei turned around and returned to his room.

in the room

After washing, Asseth came to the desk, took out the letter paper, and wrote a letter in the dim candlelight.

"Father, mother:

I'm sorry to ask Vincent to tell me your itinerary, but I'm just too worried about your safety.

I don’t want to know nothing, not even what happened to you.

I'm sorry for this, but not regretful.

I love you, so I can't help but worry about you.

Mom and Dad, although I have learned from Vincent's letter that you are back safely, I still hope you can reply to tell me your specific situation.

One more thing, my magic power was not very stable some time ago. After I learned that you were missing, my magic power went riot.

Fortunately, Professor Snape brought me back to my senses and I was not injured.

But Professor Snape was injured in order to wake me up out of control.

I feel very guilty, he is a very responsible professor.

I want to make amends for this, and I'm sure you can understand.

Mom and Dad, don't worry about me, I'm fine now and my magic is even stronger.

Finally, if possible, I would like to ask my parents to help me get the seat of Hogwarts school governor.

——Worried about your Assis"

After writing the letter, Asseth thought about it and revised it before changing his clothes and going to bed.

The next day, Asses got up early, summoned Nina in the cellar, and asked her to prepare breakfast.

While waiting for Nina to make breakfast, Asseth cast a warming spell on the table.

Make sure they are still warm when Snape wakes up.

Soon, Nina brought breakfast, and Asseth took it and carefully placed it on the table.

After doing all this, Asseth walked out of the cellar with the letter he wrote last night.

When passing by the cellar door, Artes did not forget to say hello to Miss Medusa.

"Good day, Miss Medusa."

After saying hello, he thoughtfully cast a magic spell to reduce his voice, and then walked towards the owl loft.

It was too early now, and the owl hut was deserted, with only a few owls at work.

Aces picked an owl that looked more pleasing to the eye, fed it, and then handed it the letter.

Watching it go away, Asseth turned back to the cellar and began to study the next potions class on his own to prepare for his compensation.

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Although he was not very willing to let this troll stay at first, Snape was satisfied with the final result.

When you wake up every morning, a steaming breakfast is already placed on the table.

It's not the same thing every day, and it's all what he likes to eat.

I just don't know how the troll knew his taste, Snape thought as he ate his breakfast.

After breakfast, if he had classes and Asses didn't, most of the classes would be shared by him.

Except for fifth grade and seventh grade, all other courses are basically taught by Asseth.

Snape didn't know why his potions were improving so quickly.

If Asseth had a class, he would have prepared all the potion materials for the class in advance, and Snape would just be responsible for going to class.

After the morning classes, Asses had Nina prepare lunch in advance, so he could eat it when he returned to the cellar.

After lunch, you don't have to worry about the messy homework. Ace is responsible for the paper.

Aces is now not only in charge of lower grade papers, but also in charge of upper grade papers.

Asses would mark out the mistakes in fifth- and seventh-grade papers, leaving the rest to be corrected and graded by him.

He could spend an afternoon in the potions room, working on whatever interested him.

No matter how late he came out at night, there would always be warm food on the table.

As he said, Asses did not dictate anything to him, and the choice of everything was in his hands.

If he doesn't want to have breakfast in the morning, he can go directly to the potions room.

When I came out again at noon, breakfast had been replaced by lunch, which was quietly placed on the table.

This kind of behavior made Snape very relaxed.

What made Snape most comfortable was that the potion ingredients he lacked would now be taken care of and placed on his workbench, within easy reach.

He just needs to concentrate on brewing the potion.

Such days lasted for a week, and Snape was in a refreshing state all week long. He didn't even get angry when he faced the stupid lion in class.

But Snape, who was corrupted by capital, didn't notice that the professors and students looked at him more and more strangely.

Because in the eyes of professors and students.

Every day, Asseth is like a top, helping to teach in classes of different grades.

The paper students receive does not have a familiar handwriting or a familiar tone.

Obviously, their papers were also revised by Assis.

Students are not allowed to criticize professors' behavior, and professors are also not allowed to interfere in Slytherin's internal affairs.

Therefore, the students and professors could only look at Snape every day, speechless and hesitant to speak.

Professor McGonagall, in particular, looked at Snape with eyes full of disapproval, and looked at Artes with increasingly distressed and satisfied eyes.

Finally, Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it anymore and decided to inform Dumbledore.

As a result, this incident finally alarmed Dumbledore who was far away in Nurmengard.

In the principal's office.

Dumbledore and Snape faced off across the table, the atmosphere tense.

"I...oppressed...him?"

Snape said in disbelief.

Dumbledore on the opposite side nodded heavily, and then looked at him worriedly.

"Severus, I know you are under a lot of pressure, but you can't treat Mr. Cavendish like this if you are under a lot of pressure!"

"It's too much pressure for you. I can find a way. Don't be like this..."

Snape couldn't believe his ears.

"I don't!"

He retorted with a dark face.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore obviously didn't believe what he said, and just looked at him with guilty and strange eyes.

Looking at him like this, Snape almost wanted to pull out his wand.

"I told you, I didn't. Don't make random guesses with your sweet-caught brain."

"Yes, yes, I believe you, but you don't. This is all done voluntarily by Mr. Cavendish. Don't worry yet."

Dumbledore said he believed it, but his eyes said it all.