HP: Embrace the Darkness

Stepping into the corridor, the remaining sanity allowed Asseth to cast the Disillusionment Curse and the Confusion Curse on himself.

He quickly passed by the little wizards who were chatting or playing in the corridor, and the wind he brought caused the little wizards to exclaim again and again, and then became even more excited, chattering in twos and threes in the corridor.

The noisy sounds and vivid emotions pounced on Asseth. A moment of confusion flashed in his eyes, his steps slowed down, and he looked around at the little wizards blankly.

The moment he stopped, all the sounds faded away, as if separated by an unbreakable membrane.

He began to lose consciousness of the reality and illusion of the world, and looked at himself from a bystander's perspective, standing helplessly in the middle of the crowd, like a fool.

wrong!

This is dissociation.

Aces woke up suddenly, the sense of unreality still wrapped around him. He clutched his chest, staggered against the wall, and breathed slowly and regularly.

His eyes swept over the little wizards around him, and he silently recited their names one by one, trying to find a sense of reality in the familiar names.

However, the effect was not good. He could only barely control himself to stand up straight, speed up his pace and leave without thinking about anything that might affect him.

Aces' original intention was to go back to the safe house, where there was still unused medicine. He could rely on the medicine to calm down first, and then make plans for the rest of the matter after he calmed down a little and figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

But his body seemed to have its own thoughts, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing at the cellar door.

The cellar...

Aces looked a little complicated.

He just left here in the morning, and now standing here again, it feels like a long time has passed.

how long?

Less than an hour later, it felt like a lifetime ago.

Asseth pinched his brows tiredly, understanding his current situation more deeply.

Not intending to deal with another potentially difficult matter in this state, he turned around and wanted to leave, not wanting the door behind him to suddenly open.

"Aces! Where are you going?"

Aces frowned and looked down at his feet. There was nothing on the ground, not even a shadow.

How did the Potions Master discover it?

Hearing no answer, Snape followed the mark's guidance and walked towards Artes step by step.

He walked quickly, reaching out in a panic to feel for the seemingly empty air.

"Speak! Don't be like..."

The next words were forcefully swallowed by Snape.

Asseth used the Disguise Spell, and he couldn't see his expression, but from the sudden sadness and unwillingness to enter the cellar, he could feel that Ass was in a bad mood.

On this basis, he was unwilling and unable to vent his bad emotions to him.

And he had a great sense of crisis - this conversation would directly affect their future.

Snape restrained himself in slowing down his groping movements, as if he was worried about scaring the person opposite him.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

This still sounds a bit like an order.

Snape pursed his lips in annoyance and said with some difficulty, "I don't know what's wrong with you. Are you feeling... uncomfortable? Tell me what happened, and maybe I can help you."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand persistently and stopped in mid-air, waiting for the other person's response.

Arthas studied Snape carefully.

The same person as before, the same feeling as before, the same feeling of unconscious heart softening and heartbeat speeding up when seeing him purse his lips.

It's not suggestion or hypnosis.

He loves him.

His love for him started with attention, fell into talent, and finally made him complete.

With or without the extra attention, eventually, he'll fall in love with him too, it's just a matter of time.

It's him.

The noisy and troubled world returned to peace. Artes gently held Snape's hand and leaned forward to hug him. The Disillusionment Curse on his body faded away one by one, revealing his figure.

"Sorry for making you worry."

Snape hugged Artes in fear.

The connection between the marks just now suddenly became very weak, and he could feel that he almost lost him.

Artes felt sorry for the panic that was unintentionally revealed in Snape's movements, and he cursed in his mind that he had done something stupid for nothing, that he had taken advantage of others, and that it had also caused dissociation and temporarily affected the blessing mark.

Yes, he also noticed the weakening of the mark's connection just now, but he was just in self-doubt and regarded the performance of the mark as another evidence.

Now that he was awake, he immediately realized how outrageous his previous thoughts were - his love for Snape had never been shaken by self-doubt, and what affected the imprint was the dissociative symptoms just triggered.

The loss of the sense of reality temporarily interrupted his understanding of the world and the transmission of emotional fluctuations, causing the imprint to be unable to receive any emotional fluctuations, mistakenly thinking that...

At an inappropriate time, Asseth recalled the words of the psychiatrist in charge of him: Your condition is deteriorating. Don’t be blinded by a moment of calm. If you don’t actively solve your problem, you will gradually develop dissociative symptoms, most likely depersonalization and loss of reality. , and even dissociative amnesia may occur...

He already had two symptoms: depersonalization, derealization, and dissociative amnesia.

Aces' heart became heavy and he realized that he was distracted again. He quietly bit the tip of his tongue and used pain to bring his attention back.

The corner of his eye glanced at the fluttering black robe, which seemed to be shaking. Thinking that Snape was worried about his departure, Artes' heart felt as if it had been soaked in a magic potion, sour and bitter.

He raised his hand and patted Snape's back repeatedly.

"It's okay, Sev, it's okay...Did it scare you? I'm sorry, don't worry, nothing can separate us."

"I love you from my will and my heartbeat, regardless of any suggestion."

The man's low and hoarse voice declared his love over and over again. Snape gradually calmed down, and belatedly realized that they were still outside the cellar and suddenly let go of his hand.

Aces let go of his hand in amusement, and when he saw the Potion Master quickly distanced himself from him by less than half a meter, his smile deepened and became more genuine.

"It's just us here, Sev."

"you sure?"

Snape looked coldly at Miss Medusa and Morbid, who had been watching for a long time. Artes followed his gaze and suddenly felt speechless.

I saw two snakes next to each other, shivering on the door, and the whole door was shaking.

wrong.

Aces carefully observed the two snakes and found that Miss Medusa was trembling, while Morpido was just next to her and looked like he was trembling.

"Okay, but they don't count as human beings, so it shouldn't matter, right? Do you mind?"

"Fortunately."

Snape said this, but his eyes glanced sharply at Miss Medusa and Morbid. After receiving the hurried assurances from the two snakes, he looked away.

"I'm going to class, you..."