HP: Embrace the Darkness

Love potion is a kind of love potion that can cause strong infatuation and obsession in people.

Snape wasn't trying to take a love potion.

What he just wanted to borrow was a characteristic of love potions - the smell depends on the preference of the person who smells it.

Others only know that love potions can smell various scents they like, and they will fall in love with others after drinking them, so they are called love potions.

But Snape had seen another version.

Aces once gave him many books about potions. In a shabby potion notebook, scrawled handwriting described another explanation of the love potion.

He didn't take it to heart at that time. Out of the spirit of studying potions, he wrote down the explanation.

It says:

People can smell many kinds of smells in love potions, and those smells can change.

For example, if the user is hungry and misses the soft and milky bread, he will smell the rich and sweet aroma of wheat. If the user is full, he will not smell this smell. The same goes for other things.

At the end of this paragraph, the writing suddenly became much heavier, as if affected by the owner's change in mood, the subsequent scrawling became graceful.

But among so many flavors, there is one unique flavor.

That is the taste of love.

The only, unchanging, deep-seated flavor.

It may be the scent of milk from a mother hugging her child when she was a baby, it may be the freshness of the wind blowing around after making the first friend, or it may be the sweetness of the lips and teeth of the moment when you kiss your lover.

Snape's eyes fell on the last sentence on the page, and he unconsciously clenched the potion in his hand. The cool touch had disappeared, leaving only a body temperature consistent with his.

This smell is irregular and nonsensical, and only you know what it means.

"Only you know..."

He whispered the words above and slowly but firmly opened the potion in his hand.

The mixed smell spread in a very short period of time. Asseth on the bed smelled the bitter fragrance of the familiar herbs, and his eyebrows suddenly relaxed, as if he had had a sweet dream, and there was a faint smile on his face if he looked closely.

Snape didn't notice the change in him, and carefully discerned the smell of the love potion.

He first smelled the warm afternoon sun mixed with the green grass, accompanied by the smell of the wind.

The cage that blocked time was easily broken by the smell that spanned time and space in this second.

He remembered the smell.

When he was in school, he liked to read on the grass. Sunlight, green grass and breeze constituted the flavor of nature.

It was also one of the scents of his love potions.

Later, because of that incident, he never smelled this smell in the love potion again.

What he smelled was in the past or now?

Snape's eyes gradually became complicated. Before he could continue to think about it, the second smell overwhelmed the first smell and occupied his nostrils forcefully.

It has a very light smell of wine, so light that it seems to dissipate as soon as you blow it, but it always lingers around you gently.

There was another smell that he thought was impossible, and Snape's eyes became more complicated.

Because Tobis is addicted to alcohol, he never likes the smell of alcohol after drinking. Even if he drinks by himself, he will get rid of the smell of alcohol as soon as possible.

But the smell of wine that appeared now clearly told him that he no longer hated the smell of wine, and even liked such a mellow taste of wine.

Snape closed his eyes tightly and rubbed the bottle hesitantly with his fingertips.

The potion in the potion bottle swayed with his movements, and the unpredictable luster of mother-of-pearl swayed, just like the owner's chaotic mood.

He still hadn't capped the potion bottle.

The third smell is difficult to distinguish.

Snape thought for a long time before he remembered that this should be by the black lake, with the wind carrying the smell of water vapor and chill.

"Black Lake?"

The sound stopped as soon as he read it out, and Snape remained silent, continuing to wait for the next taste.

The last smell is both strange and familiar, looming around me, quietly, without deliberately showing its presence.

Snape rummaged through his memory for a long time, but still couldn't find the answer. After waiting for a while, he still had no idea, and then he covered the love potion again.

The moment the lid was closed, Ases, who was sleeping with his eyes closed on the bed, suddenly frowned, subconsciously tightened the quilt covering his body, and murmured something vague.

After putting away the covered love potion, Snape turned the page of the potions notebook in his hand and slowly ran his fingertips over the paragraph above.

This is the final conclusion of the Potion Notes owner:

Love potion can never create love out of thin air. It can only guide users to discover the love in their hearts. This may be the reason why it is called a love potion.

Snape pursed his lips, put the potions notebook back into the alchemy ring, groped for the edge of the bed and lay back on the bed.

The familiar smell hit him again, and Aces quickly relaxed and fell into sleep completely.

Snape didn't fall asleep immediately. He turned in the quilt for a while, thinking about the smell that he finally didn't recognize.

Thinking about it, I closed my eyes unconsciously.

The consciousness gradually disappeared. At the moment when it was about to disappear, a warm embrace rushed over with the smell of no answer, and it surrounded the whole body in a few seconds.

That's the comforting smell of a hug.

Already unconscious and sleeping, Snape finally missed the answer that was within reach.

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The next morning.

Artes left Hogwarts after breakfast early and returned to Cavendish Manor.

Meeting his young master who was supposed to be in class at Hogwarts early in the morning, Joel's first reaction was that his young master had been expelled by Dumbledore.

"Master, it doesn't matter that you have been expelled. You are so busy now and you are still wasting your time at Hogwarts. It is really not worth it."

The old butler comforted his young master sincerely and tactfully, but unfortunately the smile on his lips betrayed his inner joy.

"Grandpa Joel, who do you think can fire me?"

Aces felt a little helpless towards his steady butler and didn't understand why he kept thinking about him being fired. Wouldn't this be an embarrassment to them?

What does it have to do with being embarrassed?

If he could not be so busy, Joel would rather be embarrassed. He quickly put away the smile on his face and said regretfully: "What happened to the young master when he came back?"

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Here we briefly reveal the taste of their love potion.

First the professor.

Bask in the sunshine in the Forbidden Forest and sleep on each other's shoulders; share the moonlight and chat in the Black Lake; embrace countless times in the middle of the night.

The smell of nature, the smell of the black lake, the smell of wine carried by the wind, and the smell of hugs, everything is Assis.

Extremely implicit constitutes Asseth.

As for Aces, it's very simple.

The bitter and cold herbal smell on the professor's body clearly identified him.