HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces didn't let Snape think about it.

He stared at Snape, his clear black eyes saw through the deep panic, and he bent in compromise.

"Do you really want to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Do you have to do it? Is there no other option?"

This question was so similar to the question in his memory that Snape's heart tightened, and his eyes roamed back and forth across Artes' face, trying to find traces of disgust.

But no.

There was only smile in Asseth's eyes.

As if wondering why he didn't answer, the smile was replaced by doubt, and then turned into a stronger smile.

"Sev, are you... worried that I will prevent you from being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor because of the evil of dark magic? Or are you worried that I am biased against dark magic?"

Asses couldn't help laughing as he said this, with a hint of laughter in his voice.

"You seem to have forgotten that I am supposed to be Durmstrang's student, and I am also good at black magic."

When Ace said this, Snape completely understood that he had misunderstood.

Seeing the potions master's embarrassed eyes wandering around, the smile in Asseth's voice became even more obvious.

He said: "Sev, it's normal to love something. I have no right to interfere with your preferences. No one in this world asks you to give up something. If you do, it's the other person's problem. You can refuse such an unreasonable offer." Demand and demand an apology.”

A few words hit the lake of my heart, causing ripples. The water surface was sparkling, and it was beautiful all of a sudden.

Just like Snape's dark eyes with surging undercurrent.

He stared blankly at Asseth's smiling eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he considered it several times, but did not make any sound.

After a long time, he tilted his head, stared at the white clouds outside the window, and said dryly: "But you don't want me to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, do you?"

"Yes, I don't want to."

Aces admitted cleanly.

The attitude is calm and confident.

Snape pursed his lips, and before he could feel disappointed, he heard Artes' next words.

"I'm worried that the curse left by Voldemort will have an impact on you, but we can do this..."

Artes pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice. Under Snape's unclear eyes, he spoke out his plan in a tone that sounded like he was plotting something big.

"The appointment remains unchanged. Only Grindelwald's name is left on the appointment letter. He is cursed to resist alone. You can take the classes if you want. If you don't want to, let him take them."

Snape: "..."

This calculation is a bit loud.

Aces continued to dial in his calculations.

"Gellert has been able to stay active in this position for so long. He only fell down a few times and choked on water a few times. I believe he can still carry it. It doesn't matter if he can't. There is also Dumbledore as a backup."

Snape: "..."

It was still served in one pot.

It was him who underestimated Asseth.

"Does he...Grindelwald know?"

The potion master struggled to squeeze out a sentence, his expression clearly complicated.

Aces shook his head, "He doesn't know."

do not know?

Snape's mouth twitched slightly.

Will you really not get beaten if you do this?

Can he poison Grindelwald by then?

should be no problem?

Snape frowned in confusion. Seeing him confused and worried, Artes chuckled lightly, leaned back in a good mood, and crossed his feet.

"Don't worry, don't worry that he will refuse. This is what he owes me. He will only feel lucky that I can pay it back in such a simple way."

Aces' words aroused Snape's curiosity. He remained reserved for only a second before curiously asking: "What does Grindelwald owe you?"

"He lied to me and as compensation, he promised me he could do three things for me."

Ace lowered his eyes and his smile faded.

Compared to the vividness just now, he was now more like wearing an unchanged mask. Snape felt uncomfortable, raised his hand, and touched the corners of Artes' lips with his fingertips, and finally slowly put it down.

"What did he lie to you about?"

The potion master is the most protective and vindictive. As soon as he said these words, Artes knew what he wanted to do, and his heart couldn't help but feel soft and sweet.

His Sif still can't bear to see him suffer...

"It's over. I didn't suffer any loss. He also paid the price."

He briefly explained it and brought the topic back.

"Really want to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Then I agree to Dumbledore's appointment?"

Snape cooperated to change the topic, decisively and calmly, "If you want to be the one, you agree."

After thinking about it, he added unnaturally: "Don't worry, I will pay attention to safety."

Asseth suddenly laughed, and a thousand words turned into a gentle "ok".

Time passed, and the verbal exchange was almost complete. The people in the manor had nothing to say, so they greeted politely, boasted about their careers, and praised their children. It was considered harmonious for a while, but when talking, their eyes would always unconsciously go to the door. With the wind.

It was at this time that Asses came back.

As soon as he came back and faced four pairs of eyes, Asses was very calm and his steps did not stop at all.

Anna was counting the time, and it took so long to see Asseth just asking a question. The scene that Susanna had written about the young couple reluctantly saying goodbye came to mind, and the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Immediately, her eyes were sharp, and she strictly inspected every inch of Asseth's body with the eyes of someone who had been there.

Of course, the result was nothing. Asseth even kept his collar as it was when he left.

Anna looked back regretfully.

Dumbledore knew about Snape's body swapping and didn't think that Artes and Snape could do anything to break the dead silence first.

"It seems Mr. Cavendish is done?"

Artes nodded slightly towards Slughorn and sat back to his original position.

"I'm done. Thank you, the two professors are waiting for me."

Slughorn waved his hand magnanimously, and followed Artes with his eyes eagerly, "Business matters are important, we can understand, right? Albus."

Dumbledore received his urging and raised the camera in his hand with a smile.

"Of course I can understand. Do you want me to take a picture of mutual understanding for you?"

Artes turned around, sat down on the sofa where Slughorn was, shook hands with him, and smiled at Dumbledore: "Yes, we need it very much, please trouble you, Principal Dumbledore. "

Slughorn smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. Still holding his hand, he turned to Dumbledore and urged him: "Yes, yes, please, Albus, take a better picture of us."

"I'll try my best." Dumbledore adjusted the camera and pointed it at Artes and Slughorn.

Slughorn looked at his fingers covering the lens and suddenly lost confidence.

"Albus, if you block the camera, the photos taken will only be of your fingers!"

"Excuse me."

Dumbledore was not very adept at adjusting his position.

He had used a camera, but Slughorn's camera was different from other cameras. The lens for taking pictures was small and flat, and it was easy to cover the lens with his fingers.

"Horace, your camera... seems different from other cameras?"

Slughorn smiled proudly, "This is a good thing I accidentally bought. It can take clear photos, and there is no troublesome process to develop the photos. It can also record videos."

Dumbledore complimented him.

While talking, he also figured out how to hold the camera, pressed the shutter, and took the first photo of Artes and Slughorn.