HP: Embrace the Darkness

Holding the necklace in hand, Asseth sat by himself for a while, finally calming down the turbulent love.

Even so, the cells in his body were still clamoring to embrace the other protagonist in this love and dissolve it into his blood and bones.

Arthas had almost zero self-control when it came to Snape, so he went in.

The potion master in the potion room was still in a trance when suddenly warmth came over him, his back pressed against a warm chest, and a furry head appeared on his left shoulder.

"Sev."

His head was buried in his shoulder and neck, Ass's voice was muffled and muffled, and his breath was hot and hot.

Snape tilted his head in discomfort, avoiding the overly tickling breath, and responded in a low voice.

"Ah."

Aces laughed silently.

At some point, his arms wrapped around his fragile neck, wrapping around his shoulders and waist, completely smoothing the distance between the two.

"I love you."

"I know."

The words came suddenly, and Snape paused before remembering to answer.

After receiving the answer, Artes hugged him tightly with satisfaction. The warmth melted the coldness, and Snape released all his strength and leaned back.

Aces loved hugs, he always knew it.

But he never said that he actually liked it too.

The desire for hugs is an instinct engraved in human genes. Every intimate hug flows with warmth and security that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.

No words are needed to soothe uneasiness.

Snape took Asseth's hand and patted it gently. Asseth understood immediately, let go of his hand, turned him around in his arms, and hugged him tightly.

He likes face-to-face hugs without distance, because that's when their hearts are closest.

embrace.

A hug that shares everything.

The heartbeats resonate at the same frequency at a certain moment.

The thoughts in their minds also tended to be consistent.

The arrogant Potions Master didn't need redemption, so the Alchemy Professor smiled and gave him a hug.

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The snow is clear, the sky is clear, and the drifting clouds are moving slowly.

The warm winter sun lazily casts its non-scorching sunlight, which reflects on the black lake with a smooth mirror surface, making it sparkle from a distance.

Hogwarts was particularly noisy today.

After the last class, the little wizards were like wild horses whose reins were loosened, running wildly in Hogwarts.

Everyone is getting ready for the dance in the evening.

All of this has nothing to do with the two people in the cellar. Since Snape explicitly rejected the invitation to dance, Asseth's only expectation for this ball is to see who Draco's dance partner is.

His mother wrote specifically to let him know if anything was going on with Draco.

Later I received another letter from Narcissa.

Although he didn't think it was that fast, it was the first time for him to care about his brother's emotional life, so he couldn't help but find it a bit novel.

When Snape found out, he sneered, but Artes read it too much, and he was also a little curious.

This ball was held for the Triwizard Tournament. The protagonist was not a professor, and Artes and Snape were not dressed too grandly.

Snape wore a gift from Anna.

A pure black and silver dress.

He didn't know why he received Anna's gift, but Asseth knew something about it.

Recently, the Duke took Anna on their honeymoon in France, which is the world's fashion capital and fashion capital. I'm afraid Ms. Anna won't be able to stop the car.

He received five or six sets alone.

Aces was also wearing the dress that Anna sent, but it was made of platinum and gold.

The style is simple and will not steal others' home court.

The two set off one after another.

The waiting hall next to the auditorium was already crowded with a small group of young wizards.

They were scattered around, chatting in small groups, mostly with their dancing partners.

Professor McGonagall was still worried about the naughty guys in her college, so she waited at the stairs to check their clothes one by one.

Seeing Asseth, she greeted him with a smile.

"Professor Cavendish."

Asses came to her side and exchanged greetings with her.

The little lions of Gryffindor walked over one after another. Professor McGonagall was distracted a lot by Arthur. She only noticed him when Harry walked up to her.

"Oh, Harry, you look good."

It was indeed good. Harry was not bad looking, and a well-fitting dress fully brought out his advantages.

Asseth glanced at it, wanting to laugh.

If I remember correctly, because of this dress, the number of Galleons that Sirius didn't pay back increased again. Joel was so cruel that he demanded ten thousand Galleons from Sirius for a gift of less than one hundred Galleons.

How could Sirius pay it all back now?

It was almost obvious to the naked eye that this was a loss-making business. Asseth simply had no intention of getting anything out of him, and even keeping him was just to amuse the potion master.

The Potions Master ate a little extra for lunch when he heard that Sirius had been reduced to a house elf, cleaning the manor every day and not being able to use his magic.

I don't know if Sirius was happy, but Snape was very happy after seeing his joke, and Artes was also happy to see Snape's good appetite.

"It's really good."

The happy Asseth followed politely.

After saying that, he remembered that he could not favor one over the other, so he praised Harry's dance partner, Parvati.

Parvati was happy.

The two people walked away, and the next one was Ron and his dance partner. This was nothing unusual, but the next pair of people walking slowly was a little unexpected.

It's Krum and Hermione.

Hermione looked different than usual.

Influenced by his mother, Asseth's aesthetics is quite good, and he can see the difference in Hermione at a glance.

The hair has been taken care of and is smooth and smooth, no longer fluffy and messy, and the teeth are obviously much smaller.

"This outfit suits you very well, Miss Granger." Artes complimented politely.

Hermione changed her clothes and seemed a little nervous. When she heard what Asses said, she felt certain in her heart.

"Thank you, Professor Cavendish."

Hermione smiled and thanked Artes, held her head high and held Krum's arm as she went in to wait.

Unlike the Gryffindor lions who entered one by one, the Slytherins came together. The leader was Draco, and his dance partner was Pansy Parkinson.

Aces found the name in his mind.

He remembered that Draco seemed to be with this girl often, but the Parkinson family's concept...

While thinking, Draco led a large group of people to Asseth. The peacock on the hem of the dress disappeared and appeared under his movements.

"elder brother!"

Draco greeted cheerfully.

Ever since the Quidditch World Cup, the two families had not allowed Draco to hide their relationship, so except in class, he was always called brother wherever he went.

Although he was already in fourth grade, Draco's happy eyes were still the same as when he was a child.

Shining with hope.