HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Well, it makes sense to visit the patient. Let me see when I can get around to it."

With a heavy look on his face, Asseth took out a roll of parchment from the alchemy ring. With a flick of his wrist, the parchment unfolded with a "swish", and the tail rolled down his thighs to the floor.

From Snape's perspective, he could only see the densely packed words on the parchment.

He looked over curiously: "What is this?"

"This is... my schedule during this time."

Asseth's expression became even more serious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "These are all decided by Grandpa Joel himself. "

After that, he carefully traced it from beginning to end with his fingers, and finally tragically discovered a fact.

Except for a period of blank time today when he just returned to Hogwarts, the rest of the time was tightly arranged by Joel. Either in class or in the Muggle world.

Not to mention not being able to find time to see Cedric, there was very little time to stay in the cellar.

a bolt from the blue!

Aces closed his eyes and said heavily: "Sif, did you see it?"

"What did you see?" Snape asked in confusion, unable to keep up with Artes's jumping thoughts.

"Grandpa Joel is tired of being a housekeeper and is planning to switch jobs as a killer. His first target of assassination is me. He actually plans to tire me to death."

"Do you think I can protest for another way to die? This way of death is too unfair and not worthy of me."

Snape: "..."

Is this erratic person in front of me really Asseth? Or is this fake?

Polyjuice Potion or the Imperius Curse?

The Potions Professor and the preparatory Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who had been applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for many years carefully pulled out his wand, preparing to inspect the Alchemy Professor who was suspected of being impersonated from top to bottom, inside and out.

The result of the examination will determine whether he is thrown out of the cellar or expelled.

Aces quickly raised his hands to show surrender.

"Sev, I was wrong..."

Snape stopped his wand, and before he could ask "What's wrong?", Artes quickly grabbed his hand, pulled it over, pushed aside his sleeve, and kissed him.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but it was his left hand that Asses pulled over.

After the sleeves were pushed away, the mark of the dark devil was no longer covered. The kiss fell on the mark of the dark devil impartially and stayed there for two seconds.

!

Snape's pupils suddenly tightened, and he jerked his hand away as if he had been burned. Then he suddenly stood up, covered his hands and stepped back until he was far away from Asseth.

"hiss--"

The Potions Master withdrew his hand and hit Asseth... on the chin before he even raised his head and left.

He held his chin and inhaled, looking at the potions master who looked like a cat with a full smile.

"Do you know what you are doing!"

Snape's expression was cold, his eyes were dark, and he yelled loudly with a stern expression.

With his right hand covering his left arm, he pulled down his sleeve to cover the mark of the dark devil, and then used his right hand to cover the mark of the dark devil, not leaving for a long time.

Different from the burning pain when being summoned, this warm kiss was hot and warm. It almost burned from the arm to the cheek, but it was hard to reject.

But no amount of warmth could cover up the extremely ugly and terrifying mark on it.

This bastard actually kissed me in a place like this.

Snape tightened his grip on his left arm.

"Of course I know what I'm doing...I'm..."

Aces put down his hand, revealing his chin which was red from a slap, and his eyes slowly fell on Snape's lips.

"I'm kissing you."

Snape's brain instantly went blank. He looked at Artes in disbelief, as if he didn't expect that Artes would say something so... high-sounding.

"you you……"

It has always been the prerogative of the potion master to be both righteous and irrational. Now that the two of them were reversed, he didn't know how to refute.

"Do you know...that-"

"I know."

Artes interrupted Snape.

"There is the mark of the dark devil, but so what? I've already seen it and kissed it. Sif won't be so cruel and wants to take away my memory, right?"

Snape was speechless.

Not daring to provoke the person too much, fearing that he would not be able to coax him back later, Asseth suppressed the smile on his face, stood up and took a few steps to catch the explosive potion master.

"Sev, let me cough... sit down, okay?"

By playing pity and cheating, Artes pulled Snape back to the sofa.

But instead of sitting down, he squatted down beside the sofa, took Snape's hand and rubbed it lovingly.

The spot he touched was marked with the mark of the Dark Devil, and Snape subconsciously wanted to move his arms behind his back.

"Did your arm hurt last night?"

The distress in Asseth's words extinguished Snape's anger and stopped him from retracting his arm.

His eyes moved down and fell on the clear red mark on Asseth's chin.

That was what he had pulled out accidentally just now.

So red?

Snape suddenly felt that the red was particularly dazzling.

He frowned slightly, planning to find some magic potion to apply to Artes later.

After all, he typed it accidentally.

"Does your arm still hurt?"

Artes' sad voice brought back Snape's thoughts of running away. He lowered his head and saw Artes leaning forward for a kiss.

This time Asseth did not pull open his sleeves rashly, but carefully lowered his head through the sleeves and kissed her heartily.

He had wanted to do this since he saw Snape covering his arms in the office.

He forgot that Voldemort would summon Death Eaters and that Snape's arm would hurt.

He forgot...

Snape didn't stop or dodge, he just watched quietly as Asseth kissed his arm, full of questions suddenly flooding into his heart.

There were so many reasons why he wanted to ask Asseth.

He wanted to ask him.

Why should you be so nice to him.

Why do you do this for him?

Why would you fall in love with someone like him?

Thousands of words were on his lips, but they were stuck in his throat and he couldn't even ask a single question.

Finally, Snape was silent for a long time, stretched out his hand to touch Ass's red face, and comforted him dryly.

"I don't feel any pain."

So don't feel sorry for me.

"But it hurts."

It was so painful last night, it was so painful that I couldn't stand still, it was so painful that I twitched, and it was so painful that I fell into coma, but Asseth didn't even bend down.

But now, after saying this, he bent down as if losing all his strength and leaned on Snape's leg.

"My heart aches."

All the emotions that cannot be shown outside are vented at this moment and in this sentence.

Snape was silent, looking at the head lying on his knees, his eyes filled with waves.

He didn't know what to say, so he stroked his hair over and over again, quietly enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

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I really want to write about the professor making a sharp crackling sound, it’s so sweet, but I don’t dare, hahahahahahahahahaha