HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape glanced at Susanna and frowned unbearably when he saw that they were not paying attention.

"I think you can check it out for yourself and you'll like it. It's got the same damn taste as you, just as imaginative."

As he said this, Dumbledore became even more curious.

He immediately protected his beard and carefully squeezed into the pile of unicorns. Grindelwald followed behind with an expressionless face. When he passed by Artes and Snape, he snorted coldly.

"Why is he so naive at such a young age?" Artes asked Snape in disbelief, pointing at Grindelwald who snorted at him.

Snape also disliked it, "Maybe it was the so-called love that was infected by our equally naive headmaster."

Asseth nodded thoughtfully, it was not impossible.

In his memory, Grindelwald had never done anything like this. To make him angry, he would either pull out his wand and fight, or secretly kill him.

How could he snort coldly? This is so inconsistent with the image of a tough-talking old man.

Aces came to the conclusion with great certainty, and stuffed the fruit in his hand into the alchemy ring.

He was also not very able to accept such a meal. He was just trying to save the potion master from the siege.

"Hey! Although it looks a little strange, it tastes surprisingly good. Nina, can you help me add this baked fruit to the Hogwarts kitchen?"

After a while, Dumbledore's surprised voice suddenly came from the innermost part of the unicorn group.

There was no rejection in the voice, and it was still a bit unclear, as if something had been eaten in his mouth.

"I knew it." Snape mocked, "Only Dumbledore would like such strange things."

Artes smiled and said nothing, quietly watching Snape mocking Dumbledore.

He figured a bonfire might be a good idea - the Potions Master was decidedly more lively tonight.

Although it is reflected in ridicule.

It seems like we might be able to bring more people out to play in the future. Well... it would be best if there were just the two of them. Too many people would be a bit of a hindrance.

"What are you looking at me with?" Snape narrowed his eyes sharply and asked warily, "What are you thinking about?"

Aces spread his hands innocently, "I didn't say anything, not a word."

Snape pursed his lips. He was not deaf, so he naturally knew that Artes didn't say a word, but not saying anything didn't mean he didn't think about it. This man deliberately avoided it, which showed that he was indeed aware of something he didn't know.

What is it?

If it had been before, Snape might not have cared so much about Artes' casual look.

But it's different now.

He once drew a bottom line in his heart that he could not cross. Although he was retreating day by day, that was still his bottom line.

Sticking to the bottom line, he carefully restrained his emotions, allowed Ass to get close, acquiesced in his extravagance, and also enjoyed his indulgence, tenderness and dedication.

At the same time, he also ignored that this ambiguous relationship had never been made clear, just to make himself feel better.

Maybe it's more than just to make myself feel better.

Snape smiled mockingly, almost indifferently, and revealed his deeply hidden wounds.

He had forgotten which year it was, but he remembered that the moon was very cold that day, shining in from the window, and shining palely on the bed, so close yet so far away.

Because at that time, he had just been beaten by Tobia, and he had no strength to move at all. He could only lie on the ground in a mess, reaching out his hand, trying to grab something that could support him, and send himself to the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, his whole body became stiff, his hands were still stretched out straight, and his whole body was burning with scalding fire, and his consciousness gradually became blurred in the fire.

That night, Irene was rarely willing to face her identity as a wizard and used magic and potions to take care of him. When he regained consciousness, he heard Irene's calm voice.

Eileen said: "Severus, as your mother, I must warn you, don't fall in love with anyone, and don't give your heart to anyone."

The little Snape was unconvinced and wanted to refute Eileen even though he couldn't speak clearly.

"There is no worse ending than you, and no one is worse than him. Even you can love him, why can't I? At least I won't be like you."

Irene's expression was unreadably complicated, with a hint of pity.

"You are wrong, Severus, the problem is not with the other person, but with you.

I failed to give you a harmonious and beautiful family, and I failed to teach you to know love correctly, understand love, and learn to love.

It can be said that I almost let you see the ugliest and terrifying side of love.

Raised in such an environment, you are sensitive and suspicious, insecure and have an overly high self-esteem. You are always ready to stab the other person with words to protect yourself, or you may constantly speculate, internally consume and torture yourself because of the other person's slight movements.

So Severus, admit it, you can't love someone. Falling in love with someone is a kind of torture for you and her. In the end, you will be hurt. It's better to give up early, even if it's just one person..."

Snape couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly.

All he could think about was Irene's words, "Severus, you can't love anyone."

These words were like a hammer, hitting the young Snape hard, breaking his heart into pieces, and the pain in his heart even exceeded the wounds left by Tobias.

This is his mother, who has firmly concluded that her son cannot love anyone and must be alone for the rest of his life.

The little Snape was angry and disappointed, gritting his teeth and lying on the bed silently.

If he could, he even wanted to leave with the cold moonlight and leave this home forever.

Nowhere is it worse than at home.

But Snape, who was still young, had no idea that everything that happened later would perfectly confirm Eileen's words.

The unspeakable insults pushed Lily away forever, and the subsequent leaks directly killed her.

At that time, Snape knew that he could not love anyone anymore.

Even if it wasn't love, he could mess it up. What Irene said was right. If he hadn't insisted on going his own way and lived alone like Irene warned, he wouldn't have pushed Lily away and killed her.

Later, as Eileen said, he lived alone, never getting close to anyone else, and never letting anyone else get close to him.

He tried hard to hide his embarrassing past and ugliness, and lived in the shadow of darkness. He became a greasy old bat with a weird temper, a twisted personality, in the eyes of his students, and a withdrawn and gloomy colleague in the eyes of his colleagues.

Live your life completely as an island.

What does that count now?

Snape was almost uncontrollably terrified.

He did not dare to go beyond the final bottom line, not only not allowing himself to be more pitiful and crazy than Irene, but also not allowing himself to show such a miserable side.

What's more, he didn't want the few Asses who were willing to get close to him to dislike him.

Having crossed the bottom line, he is too easy to worry about gains and losses, too easily awkward, and too easy to stab others.

"Severus, you can't love anyone."

Erin's words were like a curse, cold and ruthless, ringing in his ears, repeated over and over again.