HP: Embrace the Darkness

[It was the first time that Miss Medusa saw a student who looked so unlike a student being brought to the cellar. She looked at him curiously, and after closing the door, she turned around and was about to continue catching up on her sleep, but she was suddenly met with four pairs of terrifyingly bright eyes! ]

[Poor Miss Medusa fainted from the intense stimulation, and Dumbledore hid his merit and fame and took back his wand.]

"The old bee is really going backwards. He would even sneak up on a snake."

Snape complained about Dumbledore as usual.

He didn't notice at all that Miss Medusa at the door was so moved that her eyes were filled with tears.

The dean is still nice, he won’t bully snakes.

Aces said without even looking up: "Yes, Dumbledore is going backwards as he gets older. Some time ago, he asked me to customize alchemical props, and the pattern turned out to be a fat Fawkes. Fortunately, Fawkes didn't see it, otherwise we would only see Dumbledore without hair."

Snape felt so comfortable being held in the arms that he felt the cool summer air from head to toe. He leaned over in a very good mood and continued to watch, leaning against Athis.

[“Do you need me to ask you to sit down?” Severus sat on the sofa and stared coldly at the young man standing there, “Or are you so valuable that you need me to prepare another sofa for you?”]

"Sev, he's more fierce than you."

Ases read through the paper at a glance and didn't pay attention to what he complained about. He just felt that the air around him seemed to get a little colder after he finished speaking.

There was a minute of silence.

Ases wrote down the score neatly, but he felt something was wrong. He looked up and met Snape's eyes, which were emitting faint flames.

"He is more vicious than me? Do you mean I am vicious?" Snape repeated word by word, his eyes glaring at Athis.

Ases also reacted at this time, abandoned the paper and admitted his mistake, "It's just a metaphor, I don't mean to say you are fierce."

Snape took advantage of the situation and said, "Let me see your sincerity. How about tomorrow's paper?"

"I happen to have some time recently... maybe a week. You can do your work and I'll revise the paper." Ases compromised without any bottom line.

Snape didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise, and his brows relaxed instantly, "Then you don't have to follow the experiment tomorrow, take a day off."

In order to prevent someone's potion level from embarrassing him, the Potions Master personally drew up a plan of five years of theory and three years of practice.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Aces was tortured to death by the sophisticated potion. If it weren't for his love and the "meat" hanging in front of him, he would probably have chosen to give up in the second year.

Unless you are passionate about doing something, you simply cannot persist in doing it day after day for ten years.

Now, when he heard that there would be a day off, Ases' eyes lit up instantly. "At this exciting moment, should I say long live President Snape?"

"Don't learn from Susannah. Hasn't Joel scolded her enough recently?"

hiss!

The two looked at each other, and at the same time thought of Susanna, who was almost tied to Joel's ear to listen to his mumbling, and tacitly changed the subject.

"Are they planning to sit face to face until tomorrow morning? I have an idea. Next time they brew the potion, they can try to add some atmosphere between them. At least the viscosity is suitable and it can replace some of the effects of the slug."

Snape fired indiscriminately, blowing up his other self and Aces, who were in the other world.

Ases couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Sometimes he was really curious about what was in the mind of the Potions Master to come up with such an apt and incredible description.

"Someone's brain is comparable to that of a troll."

Aces retracted his smile.

I continued to revise my paper feeling aggrieved.