HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape glanced at him and said nothing.

He had briefly read the other five papers, and they were indeed written with care. He originally wanted to find time to read them in detail, but he ended up seeing the sixth "off-topic" paper.

"So, you just handed in a paper about curses?"

Aces quickly smiled flatteringly at Snape.

"Isn't this because the professor is also very proficient in spells?"

"I can't figure it out myself, so I can only see if the professor can do anything."

Snape snorted coldly and immediately took the paper from his hand.

"Did you complete the deduction of the flying spell above by yourself?"

"Yes."

The Mirror of Erised also relied on his own desire, so it was okay for him to say that.

"Tell me what you're thinking."

Snape held the paper and looked at Artes at leisure.

……

"That's about it."

Asses finished his long speech and spat out the last words with a dry throat.

Snape was holding the quill and writing and correcting on the paper. When he heard him stop, without raising his head, he took the wand beside him and lit it on the table.

A cup of hot tea appeared.

"Thank you, Professor."

Aces couldn't wait to take it, not caring about the heat, and took a big sip to relieve the pain in his throat.

Snape still didn't raise his head as he ordered to Artes.

"You go and correct the paper over there first."

Following his words, Aces' eyes fell on the paper that had only been revised a few times on the table, and then he took it skillfully and started correcting it.

Because neither of them likes to talk when they are doing business, let alone chat.

So for a while, the only sound in the cellar was the rustle of the pen tip rubbing against the paper. The fireplace nearby was burning brightly, and the soft firelight shone on the two of them, revealing an unreasonable silence.

Being immersed in the academic world, time flies very fast.

When Snape finished writing the last stroke and looked up to explain to Arthas, he realized that he had fallen asleep.

The corrected papers were neatly stacked on the table. Asses rested his hands on his hands and tilted his head slightly, with fine black hair scattered over his closed eyes.

Snape pursed his lips, took the wand and waved it, and time appeared in mid-air.

Is it three o'clock?

It took him five hours to perfect this paper?

Snape raised his hand and gently pressed his painful temples. He looked at Artes with a rare hesitation.

Before he hesitated for long, Asseth's eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his head slightly confused and looked at Snape sleepily.

"Have you done it, Professor?"

His voice was still hoarse as if he had just woken up, and he was indescribably lazy.

"……go to sleep."

Snape felt that he could not explain such a profound curse to a sleepy person, so it was better to let him go to sleep.

Aces's brain was still a little slow and he was slowly processing Snape's words.

"Sleep? Where to sleep?"

He knew that he couldn't expect a troll that had just woken up to have such a thing as a brain.

While flipping through the pages to check the paper he had just finished correcting, Snape impatiently raised his chin towards the previous utility room.

"Take care of it yourself."

"okay."

Aces stood up, stretched his stiff body, and walked into the utility room.

Soon a faint sound came from inside. After a while, the sound disappeared and the cellar became quiet.

"Professor, go to bed early. We will finish the paper tomorrow."

Asseth, who had gone back to his room to rest, leaned against the doorframe at some point.

"Good night, Professor."

Snape stopped writing and his eyes moved slightly.

Maybe it was because the firelight of the fireplace was a little warm. He looked at Asseth who was enveloped in the firelight, and finally uttered those two words.

"Good night."

After receiving the response, Asseth slowly blinked his eyes, and even his dazed brain came to his senses.

He restrained his expression and tried his best not to laugh. After nodding seriously to Snape, he quickly retreated into the room.

The professor said good night for the first time.

Merlin's lace dress, he swore, the professor must be in a good mood tonight.

After washing, he lay on the bed, thinking wildly, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Asseth was woken up by his biological clock. He was so sleepy that he rarely wanted to stay in bed.

Of course, this was just a thought. Soon Asseth lifted the quilt and got out of bed to wash up.

There was no one in the cellar, and the Potion Master's door was closed. Asseth called out Nina and brought breakfast for two.

One part was placed in a heat preservation spell to keep it warm, and the other part was taken care of by Asseth in two or three strokes.

After eating, Artes eagerly took the paper and looked through Snape's results last night.

The professor is really great.

Asseth sighed while watching.

It took him half a year to build the framework, but it was hard to fill in half of it, and Snape filled in the other half in just one night.

But he didn't know that the potion master who perfected his thesis last night was also impressed by his genius.

In the Potions Master's impression, only that person could do this.

After holding a copy of the paper in his hand and hastily leaving a note, Artes couldn't wait to return to the alchemy box in his dormitory to experiment.

The flying spell was successful, unexpectedly successful.

Aces was swimming freely in the air in the box, feeling comfortable. Flying is the greatest romance in the hearts of everyone who can only walk on land.

After playing for a while, Asses finally fell down with his feet still on the ground, and his rapidly beating heart stabilized.

On the other side, Snape noticed the breakfast on the table as soon as he came out. He snorted when he saw the note pressed next to it.

At least this troll has a conscience.

Christmas passed quickly with the little wizards reluctant to leave.

The little wizards who were going to class again were somewhat depressed. In the Charms class, Professor Flitwick helplessly looked at the listless little wizards below.

"Well, since you don't really want to listen to the lecture, that's fine. Let's try some actual combat."

The eyes of the little wizards who drooped their heads brightened, and they all looked up at Professor Flitwick, unable to see the listlessness they had just shown.

Professor Flitwick felt happy when he saw them cheering up, and said cheerfully, "Then let's find someone to show everyone the etiquette of dueling."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the heads that were ducking and ducking, and landed on the indifferent Ass.

"Mr. Cavendish, would you like to demonstrate with me?"

Artes was a little distracted just now, but when he heard Professor Flitwick's words, he raised his head slowly.

"My pleasure."

After saying that, he took the wand and walked to the podium.

Professor Flitwick called the students to leave their seats and waved his wand, creating a large open space in the middle of the classroom.

Arthas and Professor Flitwick stood facing each other.