HP: Embrace the Darkness

After thinking to no avail, the aura around Snape became more and more condensed. With him as the center, the entire classroom was shrouded in air-conditioning.

The little snake underneath was caught by the chill emanating from Snape, and its movements became more and more careful, for fear of making a mistake.

After class, the little snake quickly disappeared in front of the snake king who was in a bad mood.

Merlin's lace socks, don't let them know who made their dean angry!

Snape's black robe rolled down the corridor, and his gloomy expression silenced the little wizards along the way, and they all gave in, leaving an empty path in the middle of the corridor.

After the Snake King passed by, the little wizards talked a lot.

The little lions looked even pale.

Who made Professor Snape angry?

Don't you know that next period is their Gryffindor class?

Merlin's sling, can they still see the sun tomorrow?

They looked at the little badger who had the best information. Unfortunately, the little badger didn't know this either, so he could only look at them helplessly.

The next class was Potions. The little lion walked towards the Potions classroom as if he was about to go to hell, looking dazed and pale.

The little wizards around him all cast sympathetic glances.

It was too miserable, it hit the muzzle of the gun directly.

Artes is unaware of the tragedy he has caused. He is currently busy finishing his paper in the library.

As he has been staring at Carter these past few days, his homework has been piled up until the last day, which is today.

He is now multitasking, controlling two quills to write two papers at the same time, and holding a quill in his hand to write another paper.

For the first time, Asseth wished he had eight hands.

Elise, who was passing by, looked at Asseth who was writing rapidly. She hesitated for a moment, then sat down and asked.

"Um, do you need help?"

Asseth said without raising his head, "No, thank you."

Elise was a little disappointed, but she still didn't leave. Instead, she sat next to him and watched Asseth working on his papers.

She looked at Asseth a little absentmindedly.

Aces is very good-looking, with black hair and starry eyes. His hanging hair slightly covers his eyes, but it does not prevent others from noticing that his eyes are also very beautiful.

When he wasn't smiling, even the ends of his eyes were cold, but when he smiled, his eyebrows were curved and extraordinarily soft, as light as the moonlight that night.

For the first time since she met Asseth, Elise looked at him so seriously.

At first she was too embarrassed to do it, but later she was envious and didn't dare to let him see the despicable jealousy in her eyes.

He was so kind, drawing her back like a ray of light.

But she also knew that this might just be because of his good upbringing and the ease of a gentleman.

Elise suddenly spoke in a daze.

"Can I follow you? Sir."

The pen in Asseth's hand paused, and the other two pens also stopped.

He raised his head and looked at Elise. Naturally, he felt what she was looking at just now, but he just didn't bother to care.

She didn't know what she was thinking that made her have such an idea.

"you sure?"

Elise's absent-minded eyes gradually became firm, "Yes, I'm sure."

"I can give you this opportunity. I hope you are qualified to stand behind me."

"As for my people, betrayal is not allowed. Once betrayed, you will not want to know the consequences."

Aces raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of harshness in his last words.

Elise’s eyes were firm and her tone was pious.

"You won't be disappointed, sir."

Asseth hummed, then lowered his head to write the paper.

Elise changed her idle attitude just now, took a spell book and sat aside, studying it carefully.

She won't let him down.

Black robes swept across the cellar corridor.

After Snape finished Gryffindor's class, he finally felt a little angry.

His face was no longer so ugly when he returned.

He randomly caught a little snake on the road and told Ass to come to the cellar. When he was caught, the little snake thought he had done something wrong and broke out in a cold sweat.

Snape looked at the trembling little snake, his face unchanged, and he sneered inwardly, hum, is he that scary?

He was obviously asking a question in his heart, but his tall and thin body was wrapped in a black robe, and he felt indescribably lonely.

When he arrived in the cellar, Snape did not brew the potion or correct the paper. Instead, he sat on the sofa with empty eyes.

He was thinking about his attitude towards Asseth.

In fact, he understood Old Bee's suspicion, and he might even be more wary of this new kid than Old Bee. It was only because of the child's trust in him that he suppressed the suspicion in his heart.

After all, it's rare for someone to trust him like this.

But now Old Bee's words were like a basin of cold water, waking him up.

That person is not dead yet and will come back.

He rubbed his brow irritably. He didn't want to hurt innocent people because of him. He already owed enough.

His identity as a spy is doomed to loneliness.

Snape secretly made a decision in his mind, and this decision was almost the same as what Artes had in mind.

In a strange tacit understanding, the two of them decided to keep their distance from each other.

There was a knock on the cellar door, and it was Asseth.

"Enter."

Aces knocked on the door, guessing why Snape came to him.

He came back to his senses when he heard Snape's voice.

He stepped into the cellar. The cellar was as cold as ever. Snape leaned back slightly on his chair and looked up at him.

"Professor? Do you need me to do anything?"

Aces asked.

Snape's face was expressionless and his eyes were empty.

"Night trip?"

What the hell, Dumbledore betrayed me! ?

Assei couldn't stand it any longer. The principal followed him all the time. How could he bring a complaint?

Hello Dumbledore, I remember you.

Aces made a serious note to Principal Whitebeard in his heart.

I glanced at the Potion Master's expression, and he didn't look like he was going to accuse him.

"No, Professor, I just comforted the sad classmates out of friendship. I didn't go out at night."

Asses said haha, as long as he didn't get caught doing it, he didn't do it.

Snape snorted coldly. He didn't want to pursue this matter. After all, there was no point deduction. He was just looking for an excuse to distance himself from Artes.

"Mr. Cavendish, it seems that your talent has made you so arrogant that you despise school rules?"

Aces was confused. Snape's attitude was a bit strange. This matter was not a big deal, and he had not been caught or had any points deducted. Why did he not let him go?

He said tentatively: "Then the confinement will be doubled?"

Snape didn't reply, and Artes couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark cellar.

But Asses had a vague feeling that he was not angry, but more like he was making excuses.

Merlin's beard, how come the professor's thoughts are harder to guess than his mother's, it's so difficult.

Unable to guess why, Asseth simply stopped making excuses and directly accepted the mistake.

This time Snape looked up at Arthas.

"I hope Mr. Cavendish will remember that his barely good talents will not entitle him to any preferential treatment from his dean."

"So don't be so cocky and stupid as a troll."

"Silly behavior doesn't get him everyone's attention."