HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape had a rare moment of distraction during class.

He was thinking of Asseth.

I also vaguely regret my choice this time.

But what I regret is not that I agreed to Assis, but that I agreed at the wrong time.

too early……

Now Voldemort is active in the wizarding world, eyeing the wizarding world and the savior.

Dumbledore needs him, the Savior needs him, and even Hogwarts needs a Potions Professor.

He hasn't dealt with these messy things yet, so it would be unfair to Asseth to agree now.

And...Lily.

Lily, that girl who was as passionate as the sun in the sky, died because of his leak.

It had been a long time since I had thought about Lily. When I suddenly remembered it, I felt bitterness mixed with guilt.

There was a trace of nostalgia and pain in Snape's eyes.

The complicated emotions came quickly and violently, piercing straight to the heart like before.

Severe pain also followed.

He thought he would master the Occlumency technique to suppress the roiling emotions.

But no.

He just quickened his pace and unconsciously turned the alchemy ring on his hand.

The cool and lubricating touch of the ring gradually soothed the pain, and was replaced by a faint sense of peace of mind.

The heartbeat was still very fast, but this time it was not numbing pain, but an indescribable throbbing.

This throbbing was so arrogant that it grabbed all his attention as soon as it appeared, as if someone had taken away his heart lightly and held it in his arms like a declaration of sovereignty, refusing to allow pain to come close and only allowing himself to come close.

This imagination was too concrete. Snape couldn't help but curled his lips, and the air pressure around him gradually warmed up.

The little wizard behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

As we all know, the potions professor's mood that day directly determines the degree and frequency of swearing in class.

If you are in a good mood, you will just make a small mistake if you make it. At most, you just stare twice and say a few words.

If you're in a bad mood, that's a big problem.

No matter how perfect the work is, the picky Potions Professor can still pick out details and scold him from beginning to end.

Called nitpicking for short.

So far, he seems to be lucky.

The little wizard who escaped the disaster moved briskly, stirring the potion and waiting for the Potions Professor to check.

Just as he thought, even if he failed to control the mixing time, he only got a look of disgust and a reminder that was not venomous.

The smart little eagle praised his own wisdom and sent a sympathetic look to the little badger behind him.

They weren't as lucky as he was.

The Potions Master seemed to be in a bad mood again.

Indeed, after a brief flutter, the rational double agent relied on his strong self-control to once again bring his thoughts back to the original track, and the air pressure also dropped.

He was considering his feelings for Lily.

Even though he had recognized his own heart, Snape was still not sure what kind of feelings he had for Lily.

Is it love or sustenance? Or longing for it?

He wasn't sure.

The same kind of people he met when he was in a desperate state, accompanied him through the most miserable and miserable times. The emotions conveyed by his young heart were something that even he, as an adult, could not judge.

But Snape was sure of one thing - he felt guilty for leaking the prophecy and leading to Lily's tragic death.

This is his sin, and it is his fate that he cannot escape.

Previously, he planned to give everything to protect Lily's only child, even his life, but what about now?

Can he really still protect Potter without hesitation? Can you really resolutely walk into the darkness after seeing the light? Can you really let go of Asseth?

Snape's thoughts became a mess in his mind. He swung his wand irritably and emptied the cauldron of the young wizard whose method seemed to be questionable. Then he ignored the young wizard's angry gaze and walked towards the next person.

He could neither give Ass a stable future, nor guarantee that he would be by his side when Ass needed him, and he could die at any time.

Such a partner would be too irresponsible.

The more Snape thought about it, the more he thought about it.

From regret and thinking to reality, to the future, to what Ass will do if something happens to him, and finally back to the regret at the beginning.

The degree of leapfrogging can definitely be regarded as hundreds of times.

"Professor Snape, can I go out and pick it up first?"

The ethereal and ethereal voice interrupted Snape's thoughts, and he looked over with dissatisfaction.

It's Luna.

Luna, who had the head of a lion, stood up at some point, pointing to the door with one hand and holding the corner of her clothes with the other, with hope in her eyes.

What does it mean? Just make random requests based on his willingness to indirectly provide help? Or do you think you might become a special being here?

Snape sneered disdainfully, and the venom in his mouth surged into his throat, ready to teach Luna who was pushing her limits.

"Professor Snape, it's looking at you."

Luna seemed not to feel the danger, her eyes drifted towards the door, and she described it truthfully, interrupting Snape again.

Looking at him?

Who dares?

Snape glanced coldly at the little wizard in the classroom.

The little wizards who were horrified to find that the blame fell from the sky immediately turned away from watching the show, lowered their heads in fear, silently praying that Snape would not notice, and praying that Luna would shut up quickly.

They are young and do not want to die young.

Luna pointed to the door again and emphasized: "It's there, Professor Snape, and it's watching you."

This time Snape finally saw a timid little white head sticking out from the corner against the door frame.

Aces!

Isn’t this bastard studying?

Learning is here! ?

Do you think he is a fool?

The Potions Master angrily walked to the door and picked up "it" in Luna's mouth.

The other little wizards quietly raised their heads and saw that the "it" in Luna's mouth was a white kitten. They felt a chill in their hearts, and the feeling of sadness over the death of a rabbit and a fox filled the air.

It's over now.

Another type of creature suffered at the hands of the Potions Master.

Are they still far away?

The little wizards looked at each other with despair.

The little wizard with higher empathy held the wand nervously, cheering himself up, and wanted to ask the potions professor to be kind and let the kitten go.

However, the expected scene of skinning and cramping did not appear. Snape just picked up the kitten by the scruff of the neck, threw it to the podium, and used an iron armor charm to limit its range of movement.

Could it be that he got cramps after going back to the cellar?

The little wizards were so frightened by their guess that they trembled all over and hurriedly refined their own potions, fearing that they would join the ranks of skin-picking and cramping due to a slight mistake.

A potions lesson passed like this with the little wizards in a state of fear.

"get out of class is over."

The Potions Professor got stuck and returned to the podium to announce the end of get out of class.

When he heard that get out of class was over, the little wizard who usually packed up his things and left the Potions Professor as soon as possible was either chatting with his friends or packing up his things, slowly refusing to leave the Potions classroom.

They were all paying attention to Snape and Neko on the podium.