HP: Embrace the Darkness

In the afternoon, Snape still had classes.

Asses himself was left in the cellar.

This time, the snake king in the cellar learned a lesson. Before leaving, he specifically told Miss Medusa to lock the door and watch people, and not allow any animals or people to leave the cellar.

He could only endorse it honestly.

Aces was very efficient when he became serious, and he finished the questions left by Snape in a short time.

After checking that it was still early, he studied the record of the original failure and tried to answer it fluently.

No, even if it's not as good as flow, it's the other side's problem.

Big or small mistakes are all the fault of the other party. He is only responsible for talking and talking to them until they are speechless.

While Asseth studied diligently, he also took time to brainwash himself.

Under this kind of brainwashing, someone who has not yet fully answered the question is full of confidence, feeling that he can now step onto the international stage and fight against the crowd with one to many.

Time flies to night.

After finishing his teaching work, the Potions Professor walked into the cellar carrying a wooden box. At a glance, he saw a kitten no bigger than a book lying on his desk.

Fell asleep?

Snape subconsciously restrained his strength when slamming the door, and closed the door gently. The wooden box he was carrying was also gently placed on the ground.

Miss Medusa looked at the door that closed with a faint sound, feeling extremely complicated.

So her dean can still close the door properly?

So what does the sin she suffered before count?

She looked at Snape faintly, trying to see a hint of guilt on his face.

Snape, who had no idea that he should be feeling guilty, was slowly walking towards his desk, with the faint scent of herbs floating around his body as he walked.

Smelling a familiar scent, the sleeping kitten opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Snape walking out of the shadows. He exerted force on his waist and twisted into a posture that didn't look so casual.

Sev, you're back.

Snape came over and stood still, seeing the obvious joy in the cat's eyes, and gave a low "hmm".

Getting a response, Asseth continued to meow.

I've memorized all the questions, you see.

He sat up, revealing the data scattered under him and the book that had been turned to the last page. He clicked on them one by one with his little paws, and then looked at Snape.

Snape followed his paws roughly and found no less than ten pieces of failed data.

Have you seen them all?

What is this again?

Curiously, he picked up a piece of parchment full of footprints. He looked left and right but couldn't get any information from the messy footprints on it.

Out of trust, Snape looked at it meaningfully for a few times and then stopped looking at it. Instead, he picked up the sleepy kitten and went to eat.

After the meal, Artes, who had eaten and drank enough, squinted his eyes contentedly and tried hard to resist the urge to lick his paws. He lay on the sofa and rubbed his paws to pass the time.

Seeing that Snape seemed to want to get up and go to the potion room after finishing his meal, he hurriedly stopped sharpening his claws, rolled and climbed onto Snape's lap, and held on to his sleeves to prevent him from leaving.

He had been looking at the potions all day, so forget it tonight, he should rest now.

Aces tried hard to express his thoughts with his eyes, and even stared suggestively into the bedroom several times.

Snape looked at the bedroom, and then at Aces on his lap, who seemed to be a drunkard who wasn't interested in drinking. His mind turned to another direction, and he took out his sleeves without any doubt.

"Hopefully there's something else in your brain."

Artes, who simply didn't want to face the potion, tilted his head, not understanding what Snape meant, and persisted in reaching out his claws to grab the sleeve in front of him.

Snape pulled out his sleeve again.

After going back and forth a few times, he became impatient with being entangled, so he lifted up his fingers and flicked Ass's head.

"Do you need me to help you wash your mind?"

If you don’t want to study, why do you have to brainwash yourself?

Arthur bit Snape's finger in horror.

At this time, Snape also saw that they seemed to be talking about different things. He frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

No magic potions.

Aces held his finger in his mouth and meowed randomly.

Unfortunately, as a human, Snape couldn't understand cat language, so he was silent and didn't know how to answer.

The sudden silence made Artes meow faster and faster.

Even so, he didn't change back.

Obviously still taking into account Snape's previous words.

But being unable to communicate with each other like this was no solution. Snape had no choice but to compromise, and reached out his hand to pull away from Ass who was so excited that he was jumping on top of him.

"Change back...I won't take back my words."

Change back? He hasn't kissed anyone yet today. Is this an invitation?

Aces blinked meaningfully.

Snape hadn't realized what was about to happen. Seeing that Artes was lying on his lap and taking no action, Snape pinched the cat's ears urgingly.

"Aces, change back to—"

Before he finished speaking, the soft-feeling cat ears turned back into human hair, and the weight on his body became different.

Snape's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could retract his hand, a familiar body came close to him, and then, an overwhelming aura of ambiguity enveloped him.

"Sev."

One hand pinched Snape's ear like Snape pinched a cat's ear.

Realizing what Aces would do next, Snape raised his hand, as if he wanted to push him away, but then he hesitated and stopped in mid-air, not moving for a long time.

His Sif was always so soft-hearted.

In this case, it’s okay to go too far.

The man lowered his head and chuckled, then knelt on the sofa, straddling his legs, and leaned in for a kiss.

Because the posture was one high and one low, Snape had to raise his head to coordinate with Asseth's movements.

The arrogant neck from the inside out was tense and the veins were winding and bulging, showing an indescribable restraint and forbearance.

Aces then withdrew a little distance to take a breath. Seeing this scene, he seemed to be bewitched. He stretched out his hand to touch the veins, rubbing and sliding them softly and ambiguously.

Slide it to your Adam's apple, and apply gentle pressure on your fingertips.

Snape subconsciously made a swallowing motion, his Adam's apple rolling with his fingertips.

Ace's eyes deepened, and he couldn't help but hugged the fragile back of his neck and buried his head in the warm crook of his neck.

"Sev, I love you."

"Ok, I know."

Snape hugged his furry head, feeling the hot breath on his neck and the numbness on his neck, and his eyebrows were stained with a light crimson.

"Sif..."

My love, I will love you until death.

With surging love rolling in his chest, Artes kissed Snape's neck passionately, then straightened up and asked in a hoarse voice: "Sev, can you... not do it to the end, can you?"

Snape raised his head and stared at Artes, who was trying his best to endure no movement. He raised his hand to touch the end of his eyes, which were red with lust, as if he was bewitched, and traced them carefully.

It was these eyes that shed tears the moment he let go.

Those tears were so hot, they were a love he had never felt before. Could he really deliver the same love?

All kinds of emotions swirled around my heart, and finally turned into a simple "yes".

Snape was relieved.

The lips that had been apart for just a moment covered each other again.

This time, we won't be separated easily.