HP: Embrace the Darkness

Every time I close my eyes, I have a bloody nightmare.

As a result, Artes woke up repeatedly from the nightmare that he could not escape, losing control and collapsing back and forth.

But he didn't plan to escape either.

From the beginning, he never thought about escaping. Instead, he had the idea of ​​​​taking advantage of nightmares and tried his own methods.

Once, twice, three times, four times...

He woke up so many times that Assei lost count of how many nightmares he had.

He only remembered that every time he peered into the future in his dreams, trying to find a path that would be complete, safe and complete with Snape, the outcome was always the opposite.

"Sev——"

In the dark room, the sleeping man was woken up again by sweating profusely. He leaned on the bed and gasped for air, breathing rapidly.

"huh-huh"

Aces closed his eyes to calm his mind, trying not to immerse himself in nightmares and cause illness.

Half an hour later, the room became quiet again.

Aces leaned on the bedside, quietly reviewing this nightmare in his mind.

Not even halfway through the review, his breathing began to be abnormal. Asses adjusted his breathing as usual, and used Occlumency to clear his mind.

He now uses Occlumency almost more often than he breathes.

After using Occlumency for a long time and at high frequency, Asses deeply realized the impact of Occlumency on the brain, and pain has become a common occurrence.

Rubbing his uncomfortable temples, Asseth got out of bed, walked to the living room, picked up a glass of warm water and drank it.

The warm water entered his stomach, slightly dispelling his uneasiness.

Holding the water glass, Artes walked to the window and looked at Hogwarts Castle in the distance. His gaze was far-reaching and thoughtful, as if he could see the Potions Master sleeping inside.

He missed him.

If he could, he would even want to go to the cellar to see the person who could make him feel at ease, but he couldn't.

During this period, Artes had constant nightmares and lost control. One box had already been scrapped, but the other box was still useful, so there could be no accidents.

So he moved out of Hogwarts and into his former safe house in Diagon Alley.

Coupled with being awakened all night long and suffering from insomnia night after night, his spirit became increasingly depressed, and his face was almost pale and bloodless.

Before each class, he had to use potions to cover up his pale face so as not to scare the little wizards. Then the next day there were rumors that he would die soon.

The potion he drank was the radiance potion that Lucius often used.

After drinking this potion, your body will be tainted with its smell. A young wizard who is not good at learning may not be able to detect it, but Snape, as a potion master, will definitely notice it.

It was precisely because of this that Artes began to avoid Snape at Hogwarts.

In fact, there was no need to bother to avoid it. Asseth suddenly smiled.

Nowadays, Snape rarely leaves the cellar or even the potions room unless he has something to do.

I only occasionally go on night patrol at night.

Aces has the alchemy map he made before. As long as he pays a little attention to it and doesn't go to the cellar, he won't encounter Snape.

It was dark, and there was no one on the street. The bright moon hung high in the sky, overlooking the earth. The compassionate and gentle moonlight shone down, covering the entire earth.

Asses stood for a while, the evening breeze bringing a slightly cool touch to his face, making his thoughts clearer.

He didn't understand.

I woke up so many times from various nightmares, and every time I activated the magic circle before, why did I never get a good result?

The world seemed to be targeting Sif, and a way out could never be found.

This shouldn't be the case. Since he could save Dumbledore and Estela, he should also be able to save Silver. Why?

One question after another was wandering in Asseth's mind.

He has been thinking about this question for a long time, but he still has no answer.

Destiny is mysterious, no matter how strong Asseth is, there is nothing he can do about these things.

No wonder Grindelwald gave up before, and no wonder he felt guilty. No one understands this kind of despair that cannot see the way forward better than him.

"Sif..."

In the evening breeze, a soft and soft sigh with deep nostalgia dispersed in the wind.

Aces allowed himself to wallow in pain.

The next day, the potion room was filled with smoke, making those dark pupils even brighter.

Snape looked at the bubbling potion in front of him and smiled sincerely.

He succeeded.

This new potion is far more effective than the demulcent, easier to make, and has a lot of room for improvement.

The joy diluted the fatigue of these days, and Snape got up and went out.

Prepare to record how to make this potion.

"Uh... Dean."

When passing by the door, Miss Medusa saw that his face was unusually relaxed and quickly stopped him.

Snape stopped and looked at Miss Medusa, a hint of vague expectation flashing in his eyes.

"what's up?"

"Principal Dumbledore asked me to tell you that I hope you will take over Professor Lupin's class."

Hearing Lupin's name, Snape frowned subconsciously, and when he heard that the content of the words was not what he wanted, Snape's frown deepened.

"Why didn't he tell me himself, or did he say that annoying old bee flew away again?" the Potions Master asked dissatisfiedly.

"Um... Dean, you asked me to stop you before, so that no one could come in and disturb you." Miss Medusa explained carefully.

Snape was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had wanted to keep a distance from Artes for a while, so he asked Miss Medusa to block everyone from the door.

"Besides this, is there anything else?"

"No more, Dean." Miss Medusa replied, wagging her tail.

there is none left?

Hearing this answer, Snape felt an indescribable feeling.

He moved his lips slightly, wanting to ask if Asseth had been here, but his reason made him shut his mouth, but he was inevitably worried.

Just like that, Miss Medusa watched helplessly as the Potions Master, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly turned dark and turned violent.

Its snake eyes flashed back and forth, and it retracted its head in horror, trying desperately to think of whether it had missed something or not.

This thought really made him think of something, "Dean, there is one more thing."

Snape paused when he was about to turn around and looked back at Miss Medusa.

"explain."

"The house elf Nina brought the things you asked for, and arranged them on the cabinet over there." Miss Medusa raised her tail and pointed to the cabinet aside.

"Gone?"

The sinister voice gave Miss Medusa the illusion that her life was hanging by a thread.

It shakily retracted its tail, "It's gone, Dean, it's really gone this time."