HP: Embrace the Darkness

The inexplicable atmosphere was not broken until Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain.

"Severus, are there any more bone spirits...?"

Sensing the strange atmosphere inside, her questioning suddenly stopped, and then she looked at the two of them suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Snape was the first to react and quietly changed the subject, "Bone spirit?"

"Ah...yes, Bone Spirit, Harry's bones were taken away."

Madam Pomfrey's attention was successfully diverted, and she looked at Harry with an angry voice.

"He should come to the school infirmary to see me as soon as possible instead of using crappy magic spells to treat him."

"Haha, his troll brain can't think of such a... normal method."

"Oh, Severus, don't say that, he's still a child. And I heard it was Lockhart who insisted on doing it."

Madam Pomfrey didn't look good, and she couldn't hide her disgust when she mentioned Lockhart.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, Severus, are there any extra bone spirits?"

"Of course, I will have someone deliver it later. I hope the savior will not waste my potion."

A malicious smile suddenly appeared on the Potions Master's face, and Madam Pomfrey seemed not to notice it.

"That's really great. Thank you Severus. Thank you for having you."

Oh, the bone spirit with added ingredients.

Aces silently mourned the savior in his heart.

That night, as expected, a little snake brought the bone spirit, or three bottles.

Madam Pomfrey picked up one of the bottles and handed it to Harry.

Harry looked bitter, "Can I not drink?"

"No."

The Medical Queen was cold and callous, ignoring his resistance and pressing the entire bottle of potion into Harry's hand.

"drink!"

Forced by the power, Harry poured the bottle into his mouth in despair.

"puff"

The potion that had just entered his mouth was completely spat out by him, followed by an earth-shattering cough.

"Cough cough cough, Merlin's stockings, cough cough, cough cough, this potion tastes terrible."

On the bed next door, Asseth was reading a book. When he heard the conversation, his lowered eyebrows revealed a slight smile.

The movement of turning pages under his hands also slowed down, and he quietly paid attention to the movement next door.

Harry over there was still struggling, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it tastes so bad, I-why do I still have it!"

Harry's face turned green when he saw Madam Pomfrey taking out a bottle of Bone Spirit again.

"Severus is always thoughtful."

"Drink this now or I'll fetch Severus or Albus over."

The power of the Potions Professor was self-evident. Harry swallowed subconsciously, then took the Bone Spirit with a trembling hand, closed his eyes and drank it as if he were dead.

"GuluGulu——"

After finally finishing the drink, he covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from spitting it out.

"That's right, Mr. Cavendish is not as squeamish as you today."

Because what I drink is sweet.

The smile in Asseth's eyes could no longer be hidden.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and he could vaguely see it through his fingers, and his slightly narrowed eyes revealed beguiling pleasure.

When there was absolutely no movement in the infirmary, Asseth broke away from the joy just now and turned his thoughts back to what happened today.

"Dobby? Or...Lucius?"

He muttered to himself, his face dark and unclear.

"Or is it you? Tom."

The voice in his mouth became softer, and then he looked up at the moon, his eyes cold, not knowing what he was thinking.

The night gradually deepened, and even the moon gradually disappeared. Only a little moonlight fell on the man in the hospital bed, hugging him tenderly.

On the back of the man's hand, a beautiful and delicate pattern was revealed under the call of the moonlight, exuding a faint silver light, flashing and flashing, echoing the moonlight in the sky.

The silver light gradually spreads throughout the body, and is particularly bright in the injured area.

The numbness of bone growth suddenly intensified, and the man's steady breathing became messy.

"Well--"

Aces opened his eyes suddenly and covered his throbbing right hand.

He didn't make any sound, quietly waiting for the pain to pass.

I don’t know how long it took, but the arm returned to normal.

Aces moved his wrist lightly, and it was flexible and without any problems.

This is?

He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the moon outside the window.

Healing from the moonlight? Unicorn blessing?

Just as Asseth was secretly guessing, the sound of voices coming from the bed next door caught his attention.

He breathed softly and listened carefully.

There were two voices, one was Harry's voice, and the other was very low and soft, as if he was afraid of something, but Artes still heard it.

It was Dobby the Malfoy house elf.

A hint of confusion flashed through his deep eyes.

Malfoy's house elf looking for a savior?

Asseth suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to listen to them.

Dobby spoke with a part of the elf's incoherence, and both Artes and Harry found it difficult to listen.

Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the door, and this strange elf disappeared directly into the infirmary.

Both of them felt speechless.

Harry was a little confused and rustled back to bed and lay down.

Aces held his wand and went through Dobby's words carefully, and immediately grasped the key points.

Horrible things, history repeats itself

Does it have anything to do with what's in the bathroom?

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the door thoughtfully.

Early the next morning, Madam Pomfrey came to check on Arthas's recovery from his wounds, and the results surprised her.

"Your recovery speed is a bit fast!"

The witch's eyes flickered to Asseth.

"To be honest, I thought you would stay with me for at least a few days, but I didn't expect that all the bones would be healed in just one night."

Asseth pulled down and buttoned his sleeves and smiled when he heard this, "Maybe it's because of your excellent medical skills, madam."

"What a sweet mouth, Mr. Cavendish."

Madam Pomfrey helped him take the school uniform robe and watched him put it on quietly.

"What does Madam Pomfrey want to say to me?"

After buttoning the last button, Artes looked up at Madam Pomfrey and asked softly.

"Yes...there is something I want to tell you."

The neat witch was unexpectedly hesitant.

Arthas raised his wand and cast a sound-blocking spell beside the two of them, "Mrs. Pomfrey, just tell her if you have anything to say. If I can do it, I will try my best."

"It's nothing serious, well - it's about Severus."

Aces' eyes froze for a moment, "About Professor?"

"Yes, about Severus."

After getting started, Madam Pomfrey began to speak fluently.

"I discovered recently that Severus has changed a lot. I didn't know why until I saw you yesterday."