HP: Embrace the Darkness

"I don't believe him."

Aces approached Snape shamelessly and pressed his whole head over him, still quibbling in his mouth.

"I just believe in myself."

Snape leered at him.

Seeing that Artes was getting closer and closer, with no room to retreat, Snape turned his head to avoid his approach.

Unexpectedly, Asseth's movement was too fast. As he moved, his dry lips accidentally brushed against his cheek, like a kiss in the spring breeze.

Snape froze on the spot, blinking his eyes rapidly several times, and he didn't know where to move his arms and legs that were close to Artes.

This unexpected other protagonist did not retreat but pressed forward. As if he didn't notice anything unusual, he let out a faint accusation.

"Don't you believe me?"

Snape couldn't clearly see the expression of the man buried in his arms, and he didn't notice the corners of his lips that were slightly raised with unexpected joy.

He heard that Assis's voice was normal, not like he found out, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, the unintentional kiss just now was too much like a romantic kiss, and it was really hard for the thin-skinned Potions Master to accept it.

"stand up."

He pushed Asseth.

Assis got up and sat upright.

"You..." Snape's words were stuck again.

He realized that last night, Asseth was unconscious and couldn't ask for the answer. Now that he was conscious, it was even more impossible to ask. If he didn't want to say it, he just didn't want to say it.

"How are you injured?"

Already prepared not to explain, and then being scolded and ignored, Ass's heart was suddenly pinched hard somewhere, making it soft and sore.

This is his sif.

In everyone's eyes, the Potions Professor with a harsh mouth and an evil Death Eater was actually considerate and gentle. If he didn't want to embarrass him, he wouldn't ask.

So how could he let go.

"The injury... doesn't hurt anymore."

Snape looked him over, "Don't lie to me."

"It really doesn't hurt anymore." Asseth showed him a gentle smile, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Snape didn't miss the pain in his eyes, and the words "Assuming you can tell I'm not worried" came to his lips and turned into a "hmm".

The two looked at each other. Artes seemed to be surprised by the simple "hmm". There was no sound for a moment. Snape felt that the silence was a bit uncomfortable, so he casually changed the subject.

"Dumbledore wants someone from you? Who does he want?"

Aces came back to his senses, "Sirius Black, he used Potter's deposit to repay fifty thousand gold galleons, and now he still has sixty thousand left to pay. The people who came out to watch the game to attack me this time added another one." Ten thousand, seventy thousand in total, Dumbledore is bargaining."

When Snape heard sixty thousand, he raised his eyebrows in interest, "Wasn't it only one hundred thousand before?"

"There is an interest of 10,000 yuan on that 60,000 yuan."

Ten thousand interest?

Snape was not shocked to hear the news even though Lucius and Artes were in private contact.

He had never seen such high interest rates.

"Blake is not good at work. He either throws this thing or smashes that thing. None of it is cheap. The total of all the things plus interest is even more than 10,000. Grandpa Joel has already given him a small change."

While Asseth explained to Snape, he took out a key from the ring and handed it over.

"The 50,000 yuan stored in this treasury was repaid by Black. Does Silver want it?"

Aces was still asking, but before Snape could answer, the key was already thrust into his hand.

"Just think of it as apology for the offense he made with his words that day."

If it were someone else's Galleons, Snape might have flatly rejected it, but this was the Galleons handed over by Black and belonged to the Potter family.

Double blessing.

Snape struggled to refuse.

The young rival was easily suppressed, and it was impossible to say he was unhappy, but fifty thousand gold Galleons was not a minority, and there was no reason for him to want Artes's Galleons.

"Now, no matter how much Galleons there are, it is difficult to buy potions produced by the Potion Master. I have used so much for free. Fifty thousand gold Galleons is not enough. I will send it to you after he pays it back, okay? ?”

Artes couldn't help but help Snape put the Gringotts key into the ring and refused to return it.

"Are you going to let him go?"

Joel also asked this question, and Asses answered it very smoothly.

"There must be someone active outside to let the Savior feel the love called family affection. Otherwise, Dumbledore can guard my door and let me give love to the Savior."

This was indeed a ridiculous thing that Dumbledore could do. Snape sneered and didn't ask Sirius what to do with the remaining Galleons.

"Sev..." Artes hesitated, "Can you go back to Voldemort later? Dumbledore will announce that teachers and students are not allowed to go out of Hogwarts for the time being."

"Why?" Snape asked.

Aces didn't know how to answer.

He couldn't say that he would prepare a resurrection gift for Voldemort to suppress his violent temper, but now he was still weak and there was no time to implement the plan.

"He...Lucius said that everyone who returned to Voldemort was subject to the Cruciatus Curse and Legilimency, without exception."

Thinking of Lovelace, who had been tortured the most to be able to sit on a chair in full dress, crawling at Voldemort's feet and kissing the hem of his robe, anger ignited in Asseth's eyes.

Whether it was the soul-cutting pain that made Voldemort so violent or his own personality that made him so violent, Artes didn't know and didn't want to know.

He just wanted Snape to avoid this trouble.

Snape thought Aces wanted to say something, but he didn't want this to be the case.

He knew these things long before he became a traitor and was mentally prepared.

"I'll always go back."

"Can you wait a little longer?"

Snape had to admit that for a very brief moment he even wavered in the idea of ​​continuing to be a spy, but he could no longer leave.

Once something is involved, there is no way back.

"I'll wait if I can."

After all, he still couldn't bear to let Arthur's expectations fail, so Snape gave a promise that was not a promise.

This is enough.

Asseth organized his thoughts and planned to give Voldemort a big gift in advance - a Horcrux made by dividing his own soul and then crushed it.

It took him several nights to crush his soul, so how could it not be considered a great gift?

Snape stood up and said, "It's time for us to go back. Since the school is closed, it will be like closing the school. Our headmaster doesn't plan to come back?"

He wanted to go back, and Artes naturally had no reason to refute, "Principal Dumbledore should be done talking now, let's go."

St. Mungo's ward is clean and bright.

After experiencing such a major event as Voldemort's resurrection, and being repeatedly tempted back and forth in the face of death, Cedric was so weak that he couldn't get up from his bed.

Digory sat beside the hospital bed, watching him intently, wishing that he would come and take this injury for Cedric.

"Father, where is Asseth?"

Cedric twisted his neck with difficulty, his eyes lingering for a moment on the door that no one had ever entered.