HP: Embrace the Darkness

After sighing, Artes increased his strength and locked Snape tightly in his arms.

A lot of blood dripped from his hands due to the force.

There was no gap between the two of them, and the blood mixed with warmth spread to both of them.

For no reason, Snape felt a surge of sourness in his heart, as if his heart was as soft as being soaked in warm water.

His lowered hand slowly raised...

Neither of them noticed that more and more blood was seeping out of the wound on Artes' hand, gradually seeping from his waist into Snape's clothes.

Grindelwald stared at this scene with wide eyes, surprised, and forgot to remind him of this.

Until Snape felt a warm and wet feeling coming from his waist.

Then he suddenly came back to his senses and pushed Asseth away.

"There is a certain level of madness. Don't you know how important a wizard's skill is?"

"It's okay, I don't rely much on my wand."

Aces' nonchalant look angered Snape, and there was obvious anger on his face.

Seeing Snape's face, Artes also realized that this was wrong and quickly put on a smile.

The smile was still forced, but it no longer had the almost despairing silence before.

"I made a mistake. My wrist is still important. Can Sifu bandage it for me?"

Grindelwald on the side was amazed again.

He has known Arthas for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen him look so obedient.

It's not too much to say shameless.

Grindelwald sighed quietly as he thought of Arthas, who argued with him about magic spells to the point of getting into a fight in those years.

This kid looks gentle and casual, but deep down he is not a person who allows himself to be manipulated.

Snape looked at Artes coldly, took his hand vigorously, and poured the potion on it without looking.

"I need an explanation."

Asseth stiffened, and the smile disappeared from his face.

Without looking down at him, Snape quickly bandaged the wrist where the potion had been poured.

Asseth's lips trembled and he couldn't say a word.

Snape had a cold face and exerted force with his hands.

The wound was tied tightly by him, and a little red oozed from the edge.

"Speak! I guess you don't want to offend someone who is helping you take care of your wounds."

To be honest, Asseth didn't feel much at all.

What hurts more than his hands is his heart. The pain in his hands can actually make him more awake and calm.

"Sev, I..."

The words got stuck in my throat and I couldn't speak, and my voice became unbearably bitter.

"I……"

Like a trapped animal, Ace lowered his head to avoid Snape's gaze again.

Ever since Snape came in, he had been trying his best to avoid looking at Snape.

Because he knew very well what kind of emotion was in his eyes now.

"...Sev, I can't say too much. I can only tell you that my wounds were caused by myself, to verify an idea of ​​mine."

Grindelwald clicked his tongue.

He didn't understand why Artes had to tell Snape about it when he could just tell a lie and hide it.

Snape stared at Arthas' lowered head.

Every strand of hair hangs down, revealing the same languor as its owner.

"Your speaking skills are getting better and better. It seems that I am destined to not get the answer today?"

"Sev, I-"

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it. There's no need to look like... half-dead. Who do you think is dead in front of you?"

Hearing this, Ass's face became even paler.

Grindelwald looked up at Snape and cursed in his mind.

How could this man stab Asseth in the heart?

Snape noticed his gaze and suddenly remembered that there was such a person.

He raised his hand and pointed at Grindelwald.

"Who is he?"

Artes looked down his hand and realized that Grindelwald was still tied with a rope.

"Sev, he's not a bad person."

Snape hummed.

"You are covered in blood and tied up by him. It is difficult not to make people suspect... that he is a trafficker."

Having said that, Snape's face clearly said: I know he is not a bad person, but I did it on purpose.

Arces had no choice but to get out of bed and untie Grindelwald himself.

"Learn to cherish your life, Asseth, and don't let me find out there is another time."

Snape stared at Artes' bent back and said slowly.

Grindelwald looked at Arthas worriedly.

Aces paused in his untying motion and did not look back.

"What about you? Silver, will you cherish your life?"

His tone was very light and empty, as if he had nothing at all, and as if he was expecting something.

Snape had a dull face and did not answer Artes' question. He could not guarantee this.

Aces chuckled.

The laughter was unclear, and his tone was full of sadness.

"I'm sorry, Sev, and I will try my best to cherish my life."

The rope fell to the ground, and Grindelwald stood up and moved his body.

It's not easy for him to be tied up at such an old age.

Aces also stood up.

The atmosphere in the small room was particularly strange.

Grindelwald looked at Artes who had said nothing and did not look at Snape again.

Then look at Snape, who had been silent after hearing those words.

"Well...we...well, what happened to you?"

Neither of them answered Grindelwald, and Grindelwald looked around again.

"Okay, you guys can talk about that, and I'll go do some exercise. I'm still old, and my hands and feet just don't work."

He said as he walked out the door.

The door closed, and the atmosphere in the room with only two people left became even stranger.

"Aces, what on earth are you doing?"

Aces always turned his back to Snape and said nothing.

It wasn't that he didn't want to answer Snape, but because he didn't dare to speak.

The scenes of the prophecy kept lingering in my heart, and I heard Snape silently denying his words.

Aces couldn't control his emotions at all now.

Pain and anger were stuck in his chest, and the words he said definitely didn't sound good, and they were hurtful to both of them.

Snape emphasized.

"Aces—what are you making a fuss about?"

"Do you need me to tell you how dangerous your situation is this time? Or do you think death doesn't matter."

Aces laughed to himself.

Death really didn't matter, he would die sooner or later anyway, and for him it was better to die than to watch Snape die in front of him over and over again.

"Sif..."

Ass's tone returned to calmness, and his eyes became hollow and numb.

"My current state is not suitable for communication. Can you give me some time?"

His tone was too calm, abnormally calm, and Snape knew almost immediately that he had used Occlumency.

The lips were tightened and turned white with exertion.

Reason told Snape to stop taking care of it. Since Artes didn't want to, then why was he being sentimental?

but……

Snape looked at Asseth's back.

He had to admit that the panic in his heart when he saw Artes falling silently could not be deceived.

This bastard was important to him.

It was so important that just thinking about him dying in a corner made my hands and feet feel cold.