HP: Embrace the Darkness

School infirmary

Nina suddenly appears with Asseth.

"Hey you!"

Madam Pomfrey, who was making the bed, was startled by the sudden appearance of the two men and patted her chest repeatedly.

When she saw the injuries on Artes' body clearly in the next second, the conscientious medical queen ignored her anger and pulled Artes over and pressed him on the hospital bed to check.

"Sorry, Madam Pomfrey, for scaring you."

"Oh, don't say that, your injury is more important."

"Merlin, why are your hands and feet injured so badly!"

Madam Pomfrey said in surprise when she received the feedback from her wand. Then she remembered something, and there was anger in her voice.

"Did you get it from playing Quidditch?"

Aces nodded slightly.

"I knew it! Merlin's beard! This sport is really too rude and barbaric."

Madam Pomfrey scolded as she got the potion, mixed it and handed it to Artes.

"I've told you so many times to cancel this campaign, but Albus just doesn't listen, just doesn't listen! Look how injured you are!"

Watching Asseth drink the potion, she took the empty bottle and said, "Wait a moment, there is another bottle of potion, but I don't have it here. I'll go look for Severus later, there should be one over there. "

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the school infirmary was pushed open with great force, and the gloomy man who walked in with his black robe swinging from the door was the Snape she was talking about.

"Oh, Severus, you came just in time. I just told Mr. Cavendish about the lack of potions and was about to find you!"

Snape's eyes circled around Artes through the curtain, and then looked at Madam Pomfrey.

"What potion?"

"Shengguling, one of his bones is seriously damaged. Instead of treating it, it would be better to grow a new one."

"Do you have any stock of the Bone Spirit? Severus?"

Snape frowned, recalling the storage in his potion room, and opened his mouth to answer Madam Pomfrey's question.

Suddenly, his mind flashed across Asseth's forehead, which was wet with cold sweat. He rolled the words of certainty around his mouth and swallowed them again.

Finally, he said stiffly: "...No, give me some time, I'll go and get through it now."

How could it not be?

Madam Pomfrey gave him a surprised look, then nodded.

After Snape left, Madam Pomfrey walked to Arthur's bed and couldn't help but sigh.

"Severus cares about you."

"Ok?"

Artes, who was blocked by the curtain of the ward and could only hear the sound, looked at Madam Pomfrey in confusion.

"I've never seen Severus so nervous."

"nervous?"

Seeing that Arthas was still looking at her in confusion, Madam Pomfrey smiled gently.

"Severus himself may not know it, but he has a habit of never lacking any kind of potion that he can make in his potion room. Even if it is a potion that is difficult to make, he can take it out at any time. .”

"Not to mention the common bone spirits."

"That……"

Aces had a vague guess. He looked up at Madam Pomfrey, trying to find an answer.

"Yes, if my guess is correct, the bone spirit he is brewing now is his improved bone spirit, which can greatly reduce the pain."

"I had previously suggested to Severus that he should replace all the bone spirits in the school infirmary with his improved bone spirits, but he rejected my suggestion on the grounds that it would prevent the young wizards from losing their respect for injuries."

"I know that's an excuse. He rejected me just because that kind of bone spirit is troublesome to make. Well - maybe he has a little bad taste."

"Speaking of which, this is the first time he has taken the initiative to refine this kind of bone spirit, so he is really nice to you."

This is the third time Madam Pomfrey has lamented.

Aces remained silent. The pain in his hand on the quilt disappeared at some point. The pain seemed to be replaced by something else, an itchy feeling that reached straight to his heart.

Madam Pomfrey continued to speak.

This kind witch seemed to have misunderstood something from Snape's behavior, and kept trying to distract Artes' attention by chatting.

Aces leaned back on the pillow quietly and looked at her without interrupting her words.

On the other side, the potion master returned to the cellar and began to refine the bone spirit.

The Bone Creation Spirit is not difficult for him and he can practice it with his eyes closed.

But he still stared at the crucible meticulously, his eyes so thick in the mist that he couldn't clearly see the emotions inside.

Ten minutes later, the potion was successfully refined.

Snape picked up the potion bottle. Before putting the potion in it, he hesitated for a second, then took out a small bottle of transparent liquid and dropped it into the crucible.

After packing the brewed potion, Snape walked towards the school infirmary without stopping.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the school infirmary, he heard faint conversations coming from inside. Multiple male and female voices mixed together, making it extremely noisy in the empty infirmary.

"I assume you know that this is the infirmary, not your chat room?"

The black robe carried a chill and swept across the infirmary coldly.

In an instant, the talking little animal fell silent, looking at the Potions Professor who was even more terrifying than usual in horror, and remained silent.

Snape's eyes flickered from the lion surrounding Harry to the little snake next to Artes.

Under such sight, the little lion and the little snake trembled and waited for their fate.

"Now, go back to where you should be."

Upon hearing this, the Slytherin students did not hesitate and immediately disappeared into the infirmary as ordered by their Head of House.

The Gryffindor student still wanted to struggle, but before he could say anything, he was sprayed out by the Potions Master's merciless death venom.

The little snake that had not left the door quietly clung to the door, covering its mouth and gloating.

Sure enough, he is a stupid lion. Their dean is on the verge of breaking out at first glance. How come there are still people stupid enough to get into trouble with him?

The huge school infirmary suddenly became quiet after so many people left. It was so quiet that one could even hear Harry's nervous and messy breathing.

He huddled his head under the covers, silently praying that Snape wouldn't notice him.

Without even looking at him, Snape took the potion and walked straight to Artes' bedside, then threw the potion in his hand over.

"Drinked."

Aces caught the flying potion and spent a second preparing himself mentally.

However, when the potion entered your mouth, it tasted different from usual.

Sweet?

He paused in his movements, hesitantly took away the potion bottle, and looked up at Snape.

Snape had no expression, but avoided his eyes when he looked over and didn't look at him.

This move confirmed something for Asseth.

He licked his lips and laughed softly.

Pleasant laughter lingered in the Potions Master's ears, and his face became more and more ugly. Finally, he threw a cold eye knife at Asseth, followed by a warning.

"Are you drinking?"

"drink."

Afraid of irritating others, Asseth quickly suppressed his smile and drank all the Bone Spirits in one gulp with the smile still in his eyes.

To be honest, this was the first time for him to drink the sweet but not greasy potion. He could only say that the potion master was worthy of being a potion master.

Asseth was happily diverging his thoughts while placing the finished potion bottle on the table.

"Thank you, Professor."

He raised his head and thanked her softly, his eyes filled with smiles and tenderness.

Snape looked at him silently, there was always something he couldn't grasp in his mind, and the curtains fluttering in the wind caressed his robe, sticking together intimately.

Looking at Snape who didn't know what he was thinking, Artes gradually fell into a trance and stared seriously at those dark eyes and himself inside.

The wind blew again, and the pale curtain lifted, creating a small space.

The two people stood and looked at each other silently. A strange and inexplicable undercurrent surrounded them, which was very faint but could not be ignored.

For this second, time and space seemed to stand still.