HP: Embrace the Darkness

Susanna didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing between young lovers that could easily get inflamed at first glance, so she followed the instructions and went to the window to wait alone.

When Susanna reached a distance where she could no longer hear her voice, Artes stood in front of Snape and stretched out his hand to hold him.

"Sev, let's talk sometime? Or just give me a moment here."

Without Susanna present, Snape's face became even more ugly, as if he was about to drip.

If this were placed in a Potions class, I don't know how many little wizards would be frightened to death.

"There's nothing to talk about, get out of here," he said.

Immediately, he turned sideways to avoid the outstretched hand of Artes, and did not give Artes a chance to continue speaking. He walked around the person in front of him and walked out. The black robe followed his movements and was thrown away mercilessly.

The black robe flowed away from his eyes without nostalgia, and Ass's heart suddenly throbbed, mixed with the pain in his body, and he couldn't tell where he was hurting.

He had no time to carefully understand the difference, so he took two steps forward to stop Snape, neither retreating nor avoiding, and allowed the black robe to hit his calf firmly, making a weak whipping sound.

Hearing a sound that sounded like a whipping, Snape paused and gritted his teeth silently, but still did not look back.

Snape's pause gave Artes the opportunity. He stretched out his hand and held the black robe, his fingertips turning white from the exertion.

"Tell me, are you angry because of what happened last night? If you find it unacceptable... I apologize to you and it will never happen again. If you are still angry, tell me what you can do to forgive me?"

Aces stared at Snape stubbornly, waiting quietly for his trial.

He recalled what happened last night several times while waiting for Susanna to choose a weapon, not missing every detail.

No matter how you look at it, Snape's sudden anger seemed like he couldn't accept his intimate behavior last night.

This is the only possibility.

but it does not matter.

He didn't care about physical needs, he didn't care about sex, he only cared about Snape and him, and if Snape couldn't accept it, then don't.

Just a little bit, there is absolutely no way he would let go.

Thinking of this, Artes clenched his fists silently, but the stinging pain in his palms was far less than the dull pain in his heart caused by Snape's determination.

Snape's eyelashes trembled, and the sarcasm in his heart almost overflowed from his eyes.

Knowingly commits a crime, knowingly asks a question.

How stupid, how ridiculous.

He shook off Asseth's hand with a cold expression, took out the wand from his sleeve, and raised it again. "You grabbed me just to talk nonsense?"

"Get out of the way! I don't want to say it a second time."

"It's not nonsense." Asseth weakly smiled softly, "It's my struggle because I don't want to let you go, so... can you tell me the answer?"

The peach-blossom eyes that were always smiling could not see any smile at this time. They were filled with fatigue and sadness, and there were also red blood streaks left by staying up late, which made them look particularly miserable.

Snape's black eyes flashed several times in succession, and even though he tried to ignore it, his heart still couldn't help but feel sour.

He had never seen Arthur so sad.

No matter what happened in his memory, Asseth always seemed to be smiling, a gentle smile, a calm smile, even when he was angry, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But he really can't.

He couldn't bear to become as pathetic and hateful as Erin, losing himself, and he couldn't accept that Asses trampled on his trust and betrayed him.

Snape couldn't control his burning anger at the thought that he might make the same mistake as Irene.

He felt like a ridiculous bereaved dog who had nothing and could only wield his claws and claws to desperately hold on to his poor self-esteem. How ridiculous and sad at the same time.

He cut off the softness with determination, pointed the wand firmly at Asseth, "Get out of here."

Aces refused to give in, his mind raced against time to sort through Snape's expression and the memory of last night, trying to find the point of contradiction between them.

He softened his tone and looked at Snape seriously.

"I always feel that there is some misunderstanding between us, Sev, tell me what you are angry about."

Snape frowned and looked away.

Not wanting to be disturbed by Artes, he tilted his wand and said, "The divine edge is invisible."

The transparent blade scraped against Asseth and hit the ground.

"You ask me what you are going to do, I can tell you right now, disappear in front of me."

Perhaps due to his unstable mood, Snape's Shadowless Blade's aim was a little off, and it flew a few centimeters, leaving a gash on the back of Asseth's right hand.

The wound was covered by a sleeve, and Snape didn't notice it. Only Artes, who felt the pain, noticed Snape's mistake, but he didn't say anything.

He watched blankly as the divine blade brushed the back of his hand and hit the ground. Snape's cold words were heard in his ears.

For a moment, he felt exhausted physically and mentally, and the smile he deliberately maintained could no longer hold on.

He is a human being, not a god. Even a god would be tired, let alone him.

For three days in a row.

He hadn't had a good rest since Voldemort was resurrected. Except for sleeping in the safe house on the first day, he hadn't slept again since then, including last night.

last night……

Asses's heart moved, and a second guess suddenly emerged in his confused brain - there was a problem with his memory.

He lowered his eyes to eliminate the strange color in his eyes.

But if this is really the guess, maybe it would be good for the two of them to keep a little distance like this.

After all, the plan had already been prepared, and the time he could stay in Hogwarts was limited. Plus... it was in the best interest of him to keep this misunderstanding alive.

Aces's lowered eyelashes concealed his plans. When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were no longer painful.

"Since you don't want to hear this now, I'll come back to you when you want to."

Susanna, who was standing by the window, was worried about what would happen to the two of them when they were angry. She would glance at them from time to time and caught Snape's movements of waving his wand.

When she reacted, a piece of the floor cracked. She was startled and ran over to break up the fight. "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly use the wand?"

Snape walked past the two of them silently and left.

This time, Asseth did not block the exit, but quietly watched his back disappear into the shadows.

"Did you have a fight?"

Susanna carefully tugged at Asseth's clothes.

"It's not a quarrel."

Aces withdrew his gaze and used his left hand to pull down the sleeve of his right hand to cover the wound on the back of his hand that had just been scratched by Shen Feng Wuying.

"Let's go find our good friends."

He grabbed Susanna's wrist through her shirt sleeve, and magic surged through both of them, leading them to the gorgeous Malfoy Manor.

It’s just that Asses didn’t notice it.

When he left, he used a little force on the back of his hand and accidentally squeezed out a few drops of blood and fell to the ground.

The blood quickly condensed into a little brown mark and stayed quietly in a corner where no one was paying attention.