HP: Embrace the Darkness

Artes had basically given away everything he could, not to mention the alchemy tools he gave to Draco every day. Not to mention being armed to the teeth, but it was no problem to be armed to the teeth.

So this time he took a different approach and bought an island near England to raise dragons for Draco.

"I remember that you like dragons. You can raise them there. The dragon breeding farm is under construction. I have completed the other procedures, but the dragons will still need to be tamed for a while."

Aces explained to Draco while putting away the dress.

Draco held the parchment with the island written on it in a daze, speechless for a moment.

He even suspected that he hadn't woken up and was still dreaming.

Are all Cavendish family heads so heroic?

A manor, an island... just given to him casually? Raising dragons on the island?

This life is like a dream.

It's really...so beautiful.

Draco drifted away.

When he left, he held his gift tightly in his hands, his steps were floating, and the corners of his mouth could not be pressed down at all, and the curves they raised almost reached the sky.

"Dragon farm?"

As soon as Draco closed the door, Snape appeared at the door of the potions room, taking time to look at Artes.

"Don't I know what to give?"

Asseth explained, putting away the last gift.

Then he came to Snape and took out the gift he had prepared long ago from the alchemy ring.

"Merry Christmas, Professor."

This gift was similar to the parchment Draco had just held, except that instead of words on it, someone used a quill to carefully outline a picture.

Snape took it and lowered his eyes.

The fingertips traced the upper lines slowly and slowly, and slowly read the name written in the lower right corner.

"Greenhouse medicine garden?"

As if worried that Snape would not think this gift was as good as Draco's, Artes held his hand and guided him to the center of the parchment.

There is a colorful body with dragons and phoenixes dancing in it.

"This is my German name. I am the designer, maker and builder of this medicinal garden."

"Exclusively built, only one of its kind."

The back of the hand where the skin touched, the blazing warmth flowed through every place with Aces' words.

Snape looked at the drawings slightly absentmindedly.

No one knows better than him how busy Artes is. Sometimes he can read a book leisurely and immerse himself in the potion, but Artis is still dealing with various letters sent to him.

The letters were complicated, and he had seen more than ten signatures alone.

The names of Asseth in the letters also vary. Common ones include the head of the Cavendish family, Master Muller, the Duke, and a small number of gentlemen and bosses.

Thanks to these letters, Artes' scheduled follow-up consultations have been postponed again and again. If he hadn't seen that there was nothing wrong with him, Snape would have forcibly collected the letters.

It was such a person who couldn't even squeeze in time for medical treatment, but he built such a large greenhouse medicine garden with his own hands when he didn't know it.

Aces was still introducing.

He held Snape's hand and ran through each room on the parchment, introducing each one one by one.

"The medicine garden is divided into two floors. The upper floor is an open potion room, lounge, and bedroom. The lower floor is the medicine garden. I carved magic patterns there. The temperature, humidity, and light... can all be adjusted freely."

"There are also some detailed settings. I wrote the instructions and just follow them. By the way... I have transplanted 80% of the herbs in it that are currently available."

"I'll add the rest slowly."

Aces finished the last sentence slowly without letting go of his hand. Their hands overlapped in the middle of the drawing.

White light lit up at the fingertips, and Snape's name gradually appeared on it.

This medicine garden finally found its owner.

The idea of ​​sending it to the medicine garden was born very early, but when it came to Snape, Artes didn't want to take advantage of others, so he never completed it.

He spent a long time preparing, planning, and building, and it was not completed until a few days before Christmas, just in time for this Christmas.

Everything is just right.

"I love so much."

This gift contained a lot of sincerity and was completely based on his preferences. Snape really couldn't say anything against his will.

"nice! You love it."

Aces has done so much just to be satisfied and liked.

Now hearing Snape's words, he finally smiled with relief.

To be honest, he was really worried that Snape would refuse. This gift was more expensive than the previous ones combined, and it also took more time and energy.

Let alone the dragon farm, none of the gifts he received when he grew up could compare.

He only needs people to build the dragon farm and go through the formalities, but he does everything in the medicine garden with his own hands.

The addresses he chose were the most superior and comfortable places in his collection, and the only house next to them was also his, so it couldn't be more hidden.

"Sev, where is my gift?"

Asseth didn't have any taboos about not asking about gifts, and the relationship between the two didn't need to be so particular, so he asked directly.

Snape came out just to give gifts, Artes asked, and he handed over a box.

"Merry Christmas."

The box is not big and can just fit in one hand.

As soon as Asseth took it, Snape turned around and returned to the potion room as if something happened.

There was only a gap left at the door.

Artes thoughtfully did not follow, leaving Snape alone.

Returning to the sofa, Asseth opened the box.

There was a necklace lying quietly inside.

The style of the necklace is very simple, with a small and exquisite potion bottle engraved on the silver chain hanging from it.

But Asseth couldn't take his eyes away from the necklace for a long time. His eyes lingered for a long time, and the light in his eyes seemed to see through the necklace.

He recognized the potion in the potion bottle.

"Happiness potion..."

From a market perspective, the value of the Joy Potion is far inferior to that of the Fuling Potion.

But at this moment, when Asseth looked at it, he felt warmth surging, and his heart was softened by the warm water.

Maybe others don't understand, but he understands.

This is the simplest, most subtle, but pure blessing from Snape, who is the master of potions.

Cheer Elixir – I want you to be happy.

hapiness……

No matter how many times he saw him, Artes would always be at a loss for words because of the slightest hint of emotion that Snape occasionally showed.

Because he knew only too well how difficult it was for the restrained Potions Master.

My happiness is you, Sif.

Asseth took out the necklace and held it tightly.

He bowed his head and was speechless.

In the potion room, Snape stood behind the door, staring through the crack of the door at Artes's expression of silent joy and silence while holding the elation potion.

He was not surprised by Aces' reaction, but he was still happy and shocked by it.

He has experienced many tragedies that others have not.

It might be just a fleeting description in their mouths, but in his case, it was a real hardship that he had to grit his teeth to get through.

Many sufferings molded Snape into a silent and arrogant person, and all the tender and beautiful emotions were buried deeply in a corner of this cold and hard body.

No one knows and no one cares.

For so many years, he has been living like an eternal, dead and deep black lake, just waiting for one day to evaporate, turn into water vapor and disappear from this world forever.

It was Asseth who desperately groped in this stagnant water, dug out the beautiful emotions hidden deep in the mud and put them away properly.

And give back a heavier and pious love.

He saw it and accepted it.

The black lake is as calm as stagnant water, and every time the water ripples in the wind, it is difficult to detect it, just like the gentleness shown by Severus Snape is precious.

That is...the softness that is only exposed to one person.