HP: Embrace the Darkness

After calling twice in a row, Artes didn't wake up. Snape finally realized something was wrong and hurriedly waved his wand to light the fireplace in the cellar.

The light was dim before, so he couldn't see clearly, but now with the firelight, he could clearly see Ass's slightly pale face, the black eyes and frowning eyebrows.

"Is this... a nightmare?"

Snape sat down on the remaining spot on the sofa, muttering to himself in a low voice, and stretched out his hand to remove Artes' hand that was half-covering his face to see what was going on with him.

Just as their hands were about to touch, the person who had been sleeping restlessly suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

It seemed that he had had an extremely difficult nightmare. His black eyes were no longer gentle, bloodshot and filled with scarlet murderous intent. When he saw the hand stopped in front of him, the fierceness in his eyes became even stronger.

With an unstoppable momentum, Artes stretched out his hand to strangle Snape's wrist, and the force on his knuckles disappeared before it became apparent.

"Sev?"

Ever since he knew that his vigilance had increased, Artes had become familiar with Snape's body when he had time to ensure that he could react immediately when he lost control.

Now he has indeed reacted.

As his mind faded from the haze, Asseth let go of his hand in annoyance, and under the firelight he confirmed again and again that he had indeed not had time to exert any force - the hands were still intact.

You must know that as a potion master, the most precious thing is these hands. How many mysterious and mysterious potions are born under these hands. If he broke it without Snape, he would go crazy.

"Sorry, I didn't respond."

Snape didn't care that much, he believed that Artes wouldn't hurt him.

On this point, he was more certain than Asseth.

As for why...

Snape's mind drifted back to the past.

At that time, Artes Animagus had an accident and lost his human mind. After regaining his mind, although he had the memory of the White Tiger, it was only a memory in the end, and there was always a layer of fog between him and reality.

But he was different. He had seen the white tiger bow his head with his own eyes, and personally felt the white tiger's unreserved obedience.

From that moment on, he knew that Asses would not harm him.

Snape withdrew his thoughts from the memories and looked at Artes: "Why are you sleeping here?"

Maybe it was because he was recalling what happened before, or maybe it was because the night was too quiet, but his voice was so low that it sounded unexpectedly gentle and abrasive.

It was as if a feather gently swept over the soft flesh at the bottom of my heart, causing waves of tingling.

Aces was stunned for a few seconds, his eyes glued to Snape for a long time.

He knew that Snape's voice was pleasant, but tonight it sounded a little too gentle. It was even more intoxicating than the hazy moonlight when he came back and the white wine that had been aged for three hundred years in the cellar of the Strasbourg workhouse. .

There was no response for a long time, and Ass was still staring at him with intense eyes. The potion master lost some patience.

"say!"

"I...ahem, I'm afraid I'll wake you up."

The voice that came out of his mouth was a little tight, and he was forced to cough a few times to relieve it.

After feeling relieved, Artes sat up and looked at Snape worriedly: "Did I wake you up again?"

Due to his previous nightmares, Snape's sleep quality was not very good, so he didn't want to wake him up, but now it seemed that he still woke him up.

Snape sneered a little.

"If you didn't sneak up here like a thief like our stupid savior, and stupidly sleep on the sofa without making any changes, I think I should be able to sleep well."

When it came to trying to figure out Snape's heart, Artes dared to say that he was second and no one dared to say that he was first. In this completely sarcastic statement, he could hear the hint of concern.

"This time I was too sleepy to bother with the transforming sofa. Then next time I can just go back to the bedroom?"

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Snape nodded with satisfaction, no longer fighting against sleepiness, and stood up first to go back to the bedroom.

Aces smiled silently and tenderly out of sight, and then followed his footsteps back to the bedroom.

On the bed, the quilt that was still exuding residual warmth was thrown aside carelessly. The messiness showed how fast the owner of the quilt had moved.

Aces looked back, walked to the bathroom, took five minutes to take a shower, and when he came out after putting on his nightgown, Snape was already asleep.

Maybe he was really sleepy. The sound of Arthur accidentally bumping into the door when he left the bathroom failed to wake up Snape. He was still sleeping peacefully, with the quilt on his body half-covered to his waist, and his hands casually resting on the quilt.

Asseth moved carefully and gently, went around to him and pulled up the quilt for him, covered his hands that felt cold to the touch, and then put them back under the quilt.

After doing all this, Asseth returned to his side, said good night to the potions master as usual, and fell asleep.

At dawn, the two of them woke up at about the same time.

Snape had no classes, so he went to the potions room to refine potions for the school infirmary.

Asseth left most of the alchemy classes to Susanna and only took the senior classes himself.

There was no alchemy class for the senior wizards today. He did not need to attend class. After breakfast, he opened the box in the pure white space and planned to continue his previous research.

The pure white space was as void and white as ever. As Ass walked, he added things of other colors to the space and arranged them neatly.

It had been a week since the last arrangement. He had tried how long these things that were created out of thin air could survive. Without his continuous replenishment of energy, they could last up to a week.

A week later, all wasted.

After being nourished by the spiritual chalcedony, the two souls changed from their previous sick and listless appearance. Now they are floating around in the space, trying to find a flaw in the space so that they can escape.

The arrival of Aces was undoubtedly bad news for them, which meant that they were forced to conduct various strange experiments again.

They really wanted to drive Asseth out, but they couldn't defeat him, and Asses had pinched their Achilles' heel - the spiritual chalcedony.

Such a feeling of comfort and sublimation is felt all over the body, and no soul can leave it, they say.

After constantly weighing the pros and cons, the two souls finally continued to do various experiments for Asseth.

"It's still a voluntary principle, one experiment and one nourishment, which one of you will do it?"

Asseth asked the two souls.

The two souls turned to look at each other, and in the next second, they disappeared on the spot. If you look closely, you can see that they are all floating towards Asseth crazily.

The immaterial feet almost swung out sparks, and they were still accelerating.

Even though they were getting along well before and could work together to find loopholes, once their own interests were involved, neither soul was willing to give in.

Aces is accustomed to their competition and is waiting quietly for their arrival. Whoever comes first will be today's experimental subject.

After the experiment, test the efficacy of the chalcedony again, killing two birds with one stone.