HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape was silent for a while and asked in a hoarse voice: "What is the time limit?"

The more powerful a wizard is, the more difficult it is to seal oneself, and the duration of sealing is shorter. For example, Snape himself can only seal for one day at most.

Aces closed his eyes and felt it, then said uncertainly: "Probably less than five hours, maybe six hours at most?"

He has never tried self-sealing, and has only heard about this seal but never touched it, so he doesn't know much about the time limit.

This is already a quite shocking number.

A wizard as powerful as Dumbledore should have similar statistics.

In other words, the current Aces can definitely compete with Dumbledore.

Snape was silent for a long time. This was the first time he intuitively understood the power of Artes.

"...Can't it be more accurate?"

Snape inquired, not satisfied with the ambiguous result.

The time when magic can be blocked must be as accurate as possible, otherwise inaccurate time estimates will cause a lot of trouble.

Hearing this, Artes shook his head, thought for a moment and handed his hand to Snape. "I don't understand this. How about Sif help me take a look?"

Snape didn't hesitate, took Ass's hand and began to transmit magic power inside.

A steady stream of magic power flows out and back again without any hindrance.

After receiving feedback from his own magic power, Snape looked at Arthas in surprise.

"It can be blocked for a little over four and a half hours, almost five hours at most."

This time was not long, and it was within the acceptable range of the two of them. They could stay in the cellar for five hours, and Snape could guarantee that there would be no accidents during this time.

Moreover, the closure time is not long, so it will not affect Assis’s teaching during the day.

"That's enough." Asseth said to himself.

After saying that, a dazzling silver-white light lit up on his body, and the magic power flowed around him, and the light became brighter and brighter.

When the light reaches a peak, it suddenly disperses, the light disappears, and the silence disappears.

Having lost his magic power, Artes' breathing became imperceptibly tight, and his heartbeat accelerated suddenly. The loss of magic power inevitably made him panic.

Different from just sealing the magic power in the pure white space, this blockade was not suppressed by external objects, but by his own hand, and the target was all the energy in his body that could be called magic power.

In other words, he can't even use his "authority" now, and he is truly "powerless".

He waved his hand experimentally, but there was no change in his hand. Sure enough, no magic spell could be used.

"Is it acceptable?" Snape stared closely at Artes's expression, not missing any detail.

He has never tried to seal his own magic power, but he has studied this related case.

Most of the people inside can't accept it.

"It's acceptable." Artes smiled reassuringly at Snape.

The feeling of suddenly losing magic power is actually uncomfortable, like being forcibly restrained by a glass cover and deprived of oxygen, especially now that Ass's alertness is extremely high due to post-traumatic stress disorder.

But with Snape by his side, Artes could barely tolerate this panic without magic.

Snape was still carefully studying Artes's face, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Asseth let him look him over, still smiling and reassuring, "I'm really fine."

Snape didn't believe his lies, so he pinched his face suspiciously and warned him coldly.

"It better be this way."

Aces didn't resist, and let Snape finish squeezing him before pulling him to another bed.

"Let's go, it's time for us to rest."

The two walked through the dim firelight, and the firelight reflected their intertwined shadows on the wall, unusually intimate.

In the silence, Snape's voice suddenly came, "What was that light just now?"

Aces paused in his steps and held Snape's hand unconsciously.

He couldn't think of how to explain it to Snape, so he didn't answer.

Just silently pulling Snape forward.

Looking at his back, Snape didn't know what he was thinking and didn't continue to ask.

It wasn't until the two of them lay on the bed and the light of the lighting went out that Ass's harsh voice sounded in the bedroom.

"It's...a dagger."

"What do you want with the dagger?"

"..."

In the darkness, Snape turned over to face Artes, his sharp eyes piercing the darkness, "Say!"

Asseth sighed, "I don't know, maybe he wants to kill himself."

Even though he had already guessed the answer, Snape couldn't help but feel angry.

"what happened?"

"..."

The bedroom was quiet for a long time, so long that Snape thought Artes was asleep before a low voice came out.

"I……"

Assel paused for a moment, then continued.

"I saw a lot of hallucinations, and I couldn't tell whether they were reality or illusion, so..."

"What else?" Snape asked.

This time, Assis did not respond.

Snape turned around in disappointment, closing his eyes and no longer looking at Artes.

Aces lost his magic power, couldn't see his expression, and felt unsure.

"Sev? Are you angry?"

"..."

He was answered with silence.

"Sev, I didn't mean to hide it from you, but I couldn't tell anyone."

He kept his illness secret so closely that no one even knew about it at home, and the person who had previously gone to a psychological clinic for him had also lost his memory.

It can be said that Snape already knows the most.

"Sev?"

"Close your eyes and sleep." Snape replied impatiently with his eyes closed.

"it is good."

Asses obeyed and fell silent, the only sound in the bedroom was the shallow breathing of the two of them.

It's approaching Christmas, and although it hasn't snowed yet, the temperature has dropped a lot. During the day, the little wizard has already put on his thick school uniform.

The cellars are undoubtedly the coldest place in Hogwarts Castle.

And the cellar at night is even colder than during the day, as if the cold that can seep into the bones penetrates every hole and penetrates into the human body from every corner of the body.

Because of anemia and hypothermia, Snape felt cold more easily than others, but he lived in a cold cellar and was used to this feeling, so he didn't think it was anything.

So when Artes accidentally touched Snape's hand and felt the body heat coming from it, he couldn't help but frown.

When he was holding Snape's hand just now, why didn't he notice that Snape's hand was so cold?

He didn't know that Snape usually used magic spells to maintain his own temperature when he wasn't sleeping, or simply wore the alchemy robes given by Artes.

But when I'm asleep, I don't care so much.