HP: Embrace the Darkness

Damn the old bee, damn the troll!

If he hadn't cared about this troll's many secrets, he would have brought him to Dumbledore and asked him to tell him whether he had oppressed him.

"I really didn't. Put away your weird eyes."

Dumbledore nodded perfunctorily, and then continued to persuade tactfully.

"Severus, Mr. Cavendish's parents have just joined the Hogwarts school governorship, and Hogwarts cannot afford to lose you yet."

The implication is, don't oppress other people's sons too much, or their parents may fire you.

Snape nodded impatiently and continued to refute Dumbledore.

"I do not have……"

The words stopped abruptly, and Snape looked at Dumbledore with sharp eyes.

"Wait, you mean his parents joined the school board?"

"Why don't I know when it happened?"

Dumbledore touched his beard guiltily, as if he had forgotten to say it.

"Just a few days ago, it wasn't something important, so I didn't say it."

He whispered quietly, trying to get through.

Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously. How many days ago?

He laughed angrily.

Very good, this troll dared to lie to him, and said that he had never lied to him before, so good.

The angry Snape cast his eyes on Dumbledore, and seeing that he was angry, Dumbledore did not dare to speak.

The Potions Master stared hard at Dumbledore and warned him.

"I hope Headmaster Dumbledore still remembers that you are the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"If I remember correctly, students have only met their principal once since the beginning of school, and that was at the opening banquet."

After saying this, Snape stood up angrily and went to settle the score with some troll who dared to deceive him.

Behind him, Dumbledore, who was too timid to speak just now, raised his head and looked at the Potion Master's leaving figure with a smile.

Looks like someone is going to be in trouble.

Then he touched his beard in distress.

But he had to stay a little longer at Hogwarts during this period, otherwise the angry Potions Professor might break his teeth-healthy potion.

Alas, he still couldn't let go of his desserts after all.

Dumbledore quickly became happy again at the thought of dessert.

He took out the lemon sorbet from nowhere and enjoyed his dessert time leisurely.

The Potions Master walked through the corridors of Hogwarts with anger.

The little wizards along the way retreated and silently prayed in their hearts for their classmates who were about to face the snake king's anger.

Praying he would live to see them.

The wooden door of the cellar was thrown open by the potions master for an unknown number of times.

Miss Medusa on the door was still sleeping just now. She was knocked unconscious before she had time to escape.

Asseth, who was grading papers at his desk, was startled by the sound of the door opening and looked up in surprise.

"Professor? What's wrong with you?"

Snape didn't slow down and rushed straight to the desk.

Putting his hands on the edge of the table, his dark pupils stared at Asseth with undisguised anger.

"I just heard some news. Mr. Asseth, would you like to guess what it is?"

Artes looked into Snape's eyes in confusion and asked tentatively.

"What news, about what?"

Snape smiled slowly.

"Mr. Cavendish is so majestic, school director parents? A seat that he joined not long ago?"

Artes understood, and looked at Snape with his lips pursed.

Snape saw the look on his face and knew instantly that he knew.

"Very good, you..."

Artes knew that Snape's next words would not be what he wanted to hear, so he interrupted Snape's questioning and explained eagerly.

"Professor, I didn't lie to you!"

"I was really upset because of the professor's injury."

Reminded by his words, Snape remembered that Artes had indeed not mentioned his parents at that time.

It was he who had preconceived the idea that Ass was sad because of his parents.

Thinking of this, Snape's face became darker and darker, and a breath was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or come down.

"I didn't do this right. I'm sorry, Professor."

Snape scowled, still angry: "Silly word play."

"It was quite stupid. I'm sorry, Professor."

Aces laughed at himself, then continued to apologize, his head lowered at some point.

This self-mockery brought Snape out of his rage.

He looked at Asseth, who was bowing his head to apologize, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

During this period, he almost lived the most luxurious and comfortable life in Hogwarts.

Inexhaustible potion materials and no teaching chores to worry about.

Only now did Snape realize that the child in front of him was trying his best to meet his demands despite his picky and difficult behavior.

But in fact, he didn't need to do this at all.

Because I saved him voluntarily.

The anger of being deceived dissipated, replaced by helplessness.

In the final analysis, Asseth was also worried about him and whether he was going too far.

In the quiet cellar, Asseth lowered his head and waited for the next wave of venom.

Snape pursed his lips and relaxed dryly: "I won't do this next time."

Aces raised his head and met Snape's gaze.

Snape continued: "You don't have to feel guilty about this. I am the head of Slytherin, and I have the responsibility to protect you."

"no."

Aces looked at Snape seriously.

"More than guilty, Professor."

His eyes were staring straight at Snape, and the emotions surging in his eyes made Snape want to avoid him.

"It's never just guilt. The professor is the most important person to me at Hogwarts."

"So I will worry about the professor's injury and care about the professor's body."

"I know the professor may think I'm nosy, but professor, you can not care or even refuse, but I can't help but do it."

"Of course, if the professor doesn't like it, you can tell me and I will adjust my approach appropriately so that it won't bother the professor."

Snape was caught off guard by Aces's barrage of confessions.

He really didn't know how to respond to such straightforward concern, so he could only hum in a low voice.

Artes knew that Snape was not good at showing his emotions, so he was satisfied with this answer.

"My injury has healed, and your parents are fine too, so it's time for you to move back."

After venting his anger, Snape, who didn't know how to face Artes, began to drive him away mercilessly.

Asseth picked up the quill and said calmly.

"Of course, I promise, we will move out of the cellar within today."

"But professor, actually revising the paper is also a kind of training for me. If the professor doesn't mind, can I continue revising it?"

Snape hesitated for a second between facing Artes and the mess of papers.

"can."