HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape thought he was crazy.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Artes pull him to sit down and talk about a bunch of Muggle developments and interesting things.

Even if they chatted, they still had to be looked at by Asseth with strange and burning eyes.

He endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Have you seen enough?"

“The answer to that question is never enough.”

Obviously, the influence of alcohol is still there, otherwise Asseth would not have said these almost teasing words.

Snape glared at him, but he knew that trying to reason with a drunkard wouldn't work, and he didn't bother to scold him.

He casually diverted his attention.

"What are you thinking?"

"Miss you...and Black Lake."

With his remaining consciousness, Asseth spat out the next words in an attempt to save himself under the sight of death.

But the effect was almost the same as nothing, and Snape's desire to take action became even stronger.

Asses suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and he immediately corrected his attitude.

"Actually, I was thinking about something."

"……What's up?"

Snape assured Merlin.

If Asseth dares to be so frivolous this time, then he will definitely send him to see Merlin.

"The Grand Duke who held the banquet today turned out to be a good man. I misunderstood him."

The bull's head is not the horse's mouth.

Snape didn't understand the connection between the two things and just thought he was drunk and talking nonsense.

"If alcohol numbs your brain, shut your mouth."

He was not drunk.

Artes relied on Snape not to bully drunk people and peeked openly.

If he hadn't come back late from the meeting, he wouldn't have met Snape and wouldn't have chatted with him by the Black Lake.

So the Grand Duke was indeed a good man. He just gave him things and helped him.

What a wonderful person this is!

I'll thank you very much next time we meet.

On the other side, the Grand Duke, who was still angry because of Aces, suddenly panicked and had an inexplicable premonition.

This time, he completely blacklisted Asseth. Unless it was profitable, he would never have any contact with him for the rest of his life.

Assis still didn't know that because of his accidental thoughts, the meeting with the Grand Duke had become impossible from a distant future.

Aces leaned lazily on the stone, holding up his broken hair with his hands, revealing his shining eyes.

He retorted: "Sev, I'm not drunk."

Snape sneered: "Drunk people will never admit that they are drunk. Obviously... our smart Mr. Artes... perfectly verified this..."

A slow-moving brain cannot grasp key points as quickly as usual.

Snape's sentence was extra long and convoluted.

Aces blinked, and it took him a while to realize Snape's taunt.

Drunk?

In fact, it’s not impossible.

Someone who was drunk walked directly to Snape and sniffed at Snape's neck like a little white tiger.

Snape froze as the alcohol-smelling breath hit the most vulnerable and fatal part.

The double agent's vigilance made him almost without thinking, he directly strangled Ass's neck with his backhand.

His hand stopped midway and moved to his shoulder to push Ass away.

Snape relaxed only after pushing away, but the Potions Master, who was nervous and relaxed suddenly, didn't notice.

When he stretched out his hand, Asses's eyes showed clarity and restraint.

Aces received combat training arranged by his family, which was special training for the British army.

A fighting technique called "combat technique".

One of the combat training is a technique for the throat, which emphasizes killing with one blow.

Therefore, the throat has been the reverse scale of Assis for a long time.

During that time, even when he was in class, he wore a turtleneck shirt under his school uniform to protect his throat.

Because the exposure of his throat made him feel uneasy.

He slowly adjusted later.

The wind caused by Snape's hand just now took him back to training almost instantly, and he couldn't help but want to fight back.

Fortunately, he still had sense and knew that it was Snape who kept him from losing control.

The two were silent half an arm's length apart.

Even Feng stopped and didn't dare to come over and disturb the two of them.

Aces lowered his head in annoyance, the alcohol really made him lose his sense of proportion.

The neck was an inverse scale to him, and it should be the same to an extremely vigilant double agent.

Why couldn't he control it?

"Sif..."

Snape looked over and saw that Artes looked like a big cat who had done something wrong, and he lowered his head with guilt.

"I think... I won't argue with you, a drunk whose brain has been corroded by alcohol."

"On condition that you disappear from my eyes now."

The Potions Master said slowly.

Thick clouds gradually filled the sky, and the high-hanging moon was forced to disappear. Also disappearing were the two figures by the black lake.

……

After experiencing the rush last time and the training during the summer vacation, even if the workload increased sharply this time, Aces was still at ease.

You can even take some free time to wander around the cellar and observe the Savior.

Harry was not having a good time.

His reputation almost plummeted at Hogwarts, and everyone looked at him strangely.

Only his best friend was still with him.

But if a person is unlucky, his teeth will get clogged even if he drinks cold water.

The Savior's good friend, the know-it-all Miss Granger, was also petrified on an ordinary day.

This blow was a big blow to the remaining two people.

This can be seen from the fact that Harry dragged Ron to the library to find Arthas.

"I'll say it again."

Asseth put down the book in his hand and closed it slowly.

"There's nothing I can do to help you."