HP: Embrace the Darkness

Valentine's Day is special this year.

Aces was invited to serve as a judge for the International Alchemy Competition the day before Valentine's Day.

This competition is very important, and the person who submitted the invitation is the president of the International Alchemy Association who is about to retire and has given the most important vote for the president's election. Asses accepted his favor, both in public and private matters. Take this invitation.

So on Valentine's Day, the timer on Asseth's wrist rang on time.

"Drip-drip--"

Aces opened his eyes suddenly, and before the confusion in his eyes dissipated, he quickly reached out and turned off the timer.

His movements were so fast that Snape next to him moved his eyelids without being awakened.

After taking two seconds to wake up, and the confusion in his eyes dissipated, Asseth turned sideways, using the sunlight that came in, to gaze tenderly at his sleeping lover.

Snape slept peacefully, his usually frowning brows relaxed, and his lips had a soft curve, as if he had had a sweet dream.

Asseth chuckled and lowered his gaze.

Snape slept on his side, and because of his posture, the neckline of his nightgown was wide open and stuck on his arms and waist, exposing a large area of ​​his pale chest.

There are still red marks left on his collarbone and chest from last night. These red marks are like white snow and falling plum blossoms on his pale skin, which is fascinating.

Looking at these traces, Asai's eyes darkened, as if there was a flame burning inside.

The two had a quarrel a little late last night, and Snape fell asleep without even taking a shower. Later, he worked hard to carry the other person to take a shower and dry her hair.

But when it came to getting dressed, the Potions Master, who had been woken up several times, was very impatient. He couldn't put on a piece of clothing without his cooperation, and finally had to put it on hastily.

Now it seems that not being well dressed is not a bad thing.

Ace traced his lover's body with his eyes, then leaned over and touched his lover's nose affectionately with the tip of his nose.

It seemed a little itchy. Snape twitched his nose, mumbled "Don't make trouble", and then turned over to avoid Arthur's harassment.

Artes hugged Snape from behind, kissed the back of his neck soothingly, and whispered to him: "Okay, don't make any noise."

Satisfied, Snape stopped making any noise or hiding, and returned to the embrace of sleep.

Aces sat up quietly, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

When he came back, he had already changed his clothes, came over and tucked Snape into bed, and gently kissed him on the face.

"I love you, Sev."

After he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers and disappeared quietly into the bedroom, leaving only Snape on the bed, who was wrapped tightly in quilts.

After an unknown amount of time, Snape's eyelashes trembled, and then he slowly opened them. He subconsciously turned around and stretched out his hand to hug Artes.

All you can buy is a cold bed,

The potion master who had just woken up was a little out of sorts. He was stunned for a while, and then he remembered that Artes was going to France to be a judge. He pulled the quilt up over his head in a depressed manner and hid under the quilt to catch up on his sleep.

Anyway, he put down everything today just to celebrate this damn Valentine's Day, and it didn't matter if he couldn't afford it.

With this idea in mind, Snape closed his eyes again and hypnotized himself to continue sleeping.

Ten minutes later, he suddenly turned over and sat up.

The messy black hair hangs down on the side of the face, complementing the cold pool-like black eyes.

At this time, these dark eyes were filled with annoyance.

Can't sleep.

Damn it! Who touched the temperature control magic circle in the bedroom? Why does the temperature rise and fall suddenly?

Snape threw off the quilt angrily, his face turned blue, and he got out of bed with dark clouds all over his body to check the indoor temperature.

The indoor thermometer was embedded next to the door, only two steps away from the bed. Soon, Snape saw the number displayed on it.

Between twenty degrees Celsius and twenty-four degrees Celsius.

There is no difference in peacetime.

Snape didn't believe it and stared at the thermometer for a long time. He still didn't see any change in the number, so he refused to look away.

Without the excuse of temperature, his whole body seemed to have lower air pressure. His eyes swept around the empty bed, and he decisively turned around and left.

Since you can't sleep, find something else to do.

With no restraint, the Potions Master turned to his old love and went straight to the Potions Room.

The potions room was decorated by Artes according to Snape's habits. The three walls were lined with shelves the same size as the walls, filled with books, potion materials, and various bottles and jars.

There is a magic circle in the middle of each shelf that specifically controls temperature, humidity, and light and shade to ensure that the potion materials placed will not be damaged by external factors.

Snape found the materials he wanted to use on the shelf, flicked his wand, and the materials fell in order on the black walnut table in the middle of the potions room.

In addition to the potion ingredients just picked out, there are three large crucibles and three small crucibles on the table.

This is the cauldron commonly used by potions masters.

But he owned far more than just these six cauldrons.

In fact, he has an entire room full of crucibles of various materials and models.

The same goes for other potions equipment.

Dumbledore, who came to visit, was very excited. Snape looked very happy when he saw it, and Professor Flitwick even called it "luxury".

The "extravagant" Snape chose a cauldron and potion name that seemed pleasing to his eyes, and waved his wand carelessly.

Smoke of various colors was rising slowly, and was taken away by the invisible air displacer on the shelf, bringing in fresh air.

Snape stirred the cauldron and stared at the bubbles in the cauldron.

I'm wondering whether to go to France.

He and Ass had never been apart on Valentine's Day since they were together. This time, he was the only one left in the huge Prince Manor, which was too deserted.

The potion master was not an indecisive person, and he made a decision after struggling for only two minutes.

Cavendish Manor.

Susanna was bored and looked at the scene where even peacocks were in pairs. Suddenly, she stood up, quietly walked behind the two peacocks, and pulled out the most beautiful tail feathers of the male peacock with her hands.

The male peacock turned back in horror, his eyes widening in accusation. The female peacock opposite looked at the male peacock's no longer perfect feathers with disgust, and ran away from the "disfigured" male peacock in small steps, looking for the next good match.

The male peacock followed behind and screamed, trying hard to shake the incomplete feathers in an attempt to save it, but it was still ignored. It collapsed, and its screams became more and more sad.

Susanna put her hands on her hips, her eyes full of pride: "I'm letting you bother me, don't you know I just broke up?"

As soon as Snape arrived, he saw the autistic peacock and Susanna, who was laughing wildly like a villain with her hands on her hips, and his steps became a little hesitant.

Susanna caught a glimpse of Snape from the corner of her eye. His hands on his hips were stiff and his arrogant smile was gone.

"S-Severus, why are you here? Where is Aces? Is he here too?"

Seeing that he had been discovered, Snape walked out slowly, "Asses is in France. I came to you... to help you."

"Ask me for help?" Susanna was a little flattered, but she quickly raised her tail, patted her chest, and said confidently and enthusiastically, "You have found the right one! I will go through fire and water, no matter what."