HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Master, Master, the barbecue is ready. Do you need Rocky to bring it over?"

Rocky screamed.

Aces raised his hand and waved.

Rocky appeared with three round plates in his hands, arranged them one by one, and then went back to continue grilling.

Ases picked up a skewer of beef and comforted his stomach with elegant yet fast hands. He changed the subject: "The annual birthday present is placed in vault 019. Remember to pick it up when the time comes."

After he finished speaking, Ases handed over a key. The key was golden with delicate patterns and looked quite heavy.

The boy hesitated for a moment, but finally took it. He thought he shouldn't refuse. This was their thoughtfulness and the only memory he would have after they left.

Seeing that he was willing to accept it, Snape pretended to casually look away, and when Athis withdrew his hand, he calmly relaxed his arm muscles.

"There is one more thing." Aces said with a bit of evil taste, "I have prepared some small surprises for you. You need to find them yourself. It doesn't matter if you can't find them. When you are eighty years old, you can go to Gringotts to get a letter with the answer I left on it."

The boy rolled his eyes, and one word was clearly written in his eyes - "childish".

Ases bit off the last bite of meat, not caring about the boy's eye attack at all: "Sif also left some, are you scolding yourself?"

The boy rolled his eyes back.

Aces and Snape smiled at each other.

"There's one more thing. I have a few friends. What do you want to do? Oh, by the way, my name outside is Ethan Prince." Ases touched his nose, his cheeks slightly flushed, "I am your godfather."

Swah——

Swah——

Two pairs of eyes fell on Ases' face like searchlights, one on each side.

Ases' voice gradually weakened: "We are not related by blood. Apart from lovers, this is the closest relationship we have."

Snape was the first to look away. Aces' choice was indeed the best solution. Besides, the person who suddenly had a godfather was not him, so what did it have to do with him?

what?

Him in another world?

That's okay too.

The other world is another world and has absolutely nothing to do with him.

After Snape gave up, the young man was left looking at Athis hesitantly. The attacking power of his eyes was pitifully weak, not much higher than scraping.

Arces regained his confidence and said, "Anyway, they all know that I have a godson named Severus Snape, who will inherit all my property. You can bother them as much as you want. Most of them owe me favors, and a few have received my kindness. They will definitely not refuse your reasonable request."

As he spoke, he took out a notebook, opened a page at random, and handed it to the boy.

"This contains their family background and personal information. It also contains their life history, leverage, and weaknesses. You can judge for yourself whether you can trust them. The circled names are completely trustworthy. I have a contract with them. If they intend to kill you, there will be only one consequence - death."

This is the real gift that Ases wants to give, a list that can be used for a lifetime just for favors, not to mention the personal information of the illegitimate child in it.

The boy glanced at the names listed and unexpectedly saw a familiar name: "...Principal Dumbledore is the same as them?"

If it is true, then this person's communication skills are extraordinary.

Aces's smile paused. "...Of course not. I added Dumbledore so that you can get to know your headmaster better. Don't let him sell you out. He is not a good person in the traditional sense."

The young man agreed with this deeply. He knew what it meant to be biased and had experienced it himself.

"But you don't have to be too afraid of Dumbledore." A gleam flashed in Athis's eyes. "He looks powerful, but he actually has many weaknesses. As long as you are not controlled by him, you may be able to use him."

Snape frowned and reminded, "Until your Occlumency meets my requirements, you will have no privacy in front of me."

The boy was shocked.

"He shouldn't use it on students..."

"Yes." Aces gave an objective and fair answer, "Not only me, but even the Savior has used Legilimency."

The boy stopped talking, completely disappointed in his principal, even though he hadn't held much hope at the beginning.

It's over, it seems a bit of an overreaction.

Aces quietly gave Snape a look for help, but Snape glared back at him.

Whoever caused the problem should solve it.

Aces coughed twice. "Ahem, actually you don't have to worry too much. With Voldemort here, he has no energy to spend on Hogwarts for the time being. By the time he solves Voldemort, you will have graduated, and he won't be able to control you—"

The words stopped abruptly.

The young man seemed to be aware of something, and his flexible brain seemed to be frozen. There was a brief blank in his mind, and he just covered his face and lowered his head instinctively, burying his head in his palms and breathing silently and suppressedly.

The afternoon sun was bright, but when it fell on his body, it left only coldness, boundless coldness, heart-piercing coldness, as if there was an endless abyss hidden under his feet, lurking at him at any time and from anywhere. Thousands of dry claws grabbed at him like crazy, dragging him down together, as if they would never stop until they dragged him into the mud and into the abyss.

While my consciousness was in a state of confusion, the whistling wind broke the silence, and the sharp sound was like the devil's mournful howl.

His eardrums felt a sharp pain, and his already confused mind became even more confused. The force of the abyss's claws dragging him became stronger and stronger. Just when he was about to give up struggling and sink into the abyss, two pairs of hands were placed on his shoulders, one in front and one behind.

The wind was still whistling in his ears, but those two hands steadily brought him back to the world from the abyss.

While he was drowsy, someone leaned over and hugged him.

"Don't be afraid, the road ahead is already paved, just keep going forward, any way you go is fine, as long as you are happy."

A faint bitter smell floated into my nose, and with it came a sentence.

"You are luckier than me, don't be afraid."

The sound gradually faded away and the world fell into silence.

The afternoon sun was blazing and dazzling, and it gave a faint warmth on the body. Under the shade of a tree, the young man who was sleeping with his eyes closed opened his eyes drowsily.

"Rocky, why did I fall asleep?"

The house-elf Rocky was scratching his head anxiously while looking at his burnt barbecue. When he heard the boy's voice, he hurried over and asked with concern: "Master, are you feeling unwell? Where do you feel unwell? How about I go find the master - Master, Master, oh! The master was sad a few days ago... Master, don't be sad, the master will be sad too, wuwuwu, Master Rocky has suffered."

Snape was so annoyed by the crying house-elf that he had a splitting headache. He rubbed his brow and patiently comforted her: "Stop making a fuss. I'm not suffering."

When did he suffer? There were those two——

Who?

Is anyone there?

Snape had a splitting headache and was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. Lodge noticed his pale face and hurriedly took him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Wizardry.

After a series of examinations, it was finally determined that Snape had a temporary headache due to excessive emotional fluctuations, which would be gone after a while.

Although it was only a brief headache, it still scared the house-elf quite a bit. Not only did he prepare food diligently and strictly according to the doctor's orders every day, but he also ignored the restrictions of his status as a house-elf and watched Snape drink his medicine, eat his meals, and then kowtow and hit himself to admit his mistake.

This was the last order given to him by his "dead" master - to take good care of Snape's body at all costs without hurting Snape.

But no matter what, it has offended its little master and must be punished!

Snape was a little depressed at first and deliberately went against the house-elf, but when he faced the house-elf's tearful eyes, he softened his heart and finally gave in, sacrificing himself to complete the house-elf's target.

The vacation, which only lasted a day and a half, ended quickly. Loki packed Snape's things, walked him all the way to the station, and watched him board the Hogwarts Express.

There was a lot of noise and noise, and wizards came one after another. The house-elf hid in the corner and burst into tears, crying until three handkerchiefs were dry.

Everyone else has their parents to send them off, but this poor young master has to endure both loneliness and the sadness of his loved ones passing away, wuwuwuwuwu——

Not fair. Woohoo.

The house-elf sobbed, and through tearful eyes, he saw the two familiar figures in front of him, and his crying stopped suddenly.

Inside the Hogwarts Express.

Snape suddenly stopped and looked back.

My sight passed through the blurry glass, wandering aimlessly yet with inexplicable expectation.

The crowd was bustling, and two figures disappeared quietly.