HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape didn't believe everything Ace said.

It's true that you won't lie to him, but concealment is not within the scope of lying.

And this guy...has a criminal record.

Putting down his bleeding hand, Snape leaned to the side, holding on to the armrest and preparing to stand up.

"Sev."

Asseth's eyebrows jumped and he stopped him.

The arm across his chest used force to pull the person back. Without noticing, Snape fell back and hit Arthur's arm hard.

Asseth groaned in a low voice, but did not let go of his hand, "I didn't have time to clean it up, so stop looking."

"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?" Snape gritted his teeth, "Let go!"

Arthur's heart skipped a beat, he closed his eyes and hugged Snape, hugging Snape tightly like a koala hugging a tree, suppressing his voice and pretending.

"Is it okay if you don't let go?"

"I'll take a look." Snape suppressed his anger and discussed with Asseth, "Let go first."

The sofa was small, and with two grown men crowded together, there was always one person who took up less space. Asseth gave up most of the space to him. He sat halfway, and had to lean his upper body against him.

In this position, as long as Asseth doesn't let go, he won't be able to stand up.

"..." Artes hesitated for two seconds. Thinking of the tragedy inside, he still didn't dare to let go. "There's nothing interesting to see. Professor, don't you want to give me medicine?"

I think so, but now I want to settle accounts more.

Snape gave Artes a hard look, avoided the wound, clasped his hand, and opened it coldly.

"You'd better sit here and don't move, or else—"

He narrowed his eyes and smiled with unknown meaning.

The smile was not as cold as when facing other people, but it had the oppressive feeling of the Snake King, and Asseth did not dare to stop him.

Seeing this, Snape snorted and charged towards the bathroom with great momentum.

Before coming to the bathroom, Snape told himself - this fool belongs to him, no matter what, he must endure it and don't curse out loud.

However, when he saw the devastated bathroom, he still couldn't hold back the venom in his heart.

"What you mean by not being able to control yourself is that you can't control yourself like this? Oh, in that case, why don't you just -"

Snape just stopped talking.

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but Aces, who was standing by the door with his head lowered and blood dripping from his hands, looked too miserable. If he had been a few years younger, he might have been dragged away by the child protection agency.

"...Does your hand hurt?" Snape squeezed out a concerned question through his teeth.

Aces curled his fingers and said, "A little bit."

"Where are the tweezers? I'll take care of them for you."

Snape stepped over the tiny broken glass on the floor and pulled Artes back to the sofa.

The sofa was too small, so he didn't squeeze in with Artes. He also brought a pen beside the bed and transformed it into a chair. He put it down next to the sofa. He took the tweezers from Artes and patiently picked out the glass fragments embedded in his skin.

This is a huge project.

When Ace beat him, his hands were dead. His knuckles were bloody and bloody, and some glass fragments were stuck in the bones. If he touched them, his fingers would tremble uncontrollably.

Snape didn't want to cause a second injury, so he moved as carefully as possible. Even so, by the time the treatment was done, the wound had expanded a lot.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Seeing Snape's ugly face, Artes took the initiative to comfort him.

Snape looked sullen and did not respond. He took out his wand, pointed it at the wound, and whispered a spell.

A stream of water shot out from the tip of the wand, washing away the blood and revealing the flesh-turning wound.

Aces has a strong self-healing ability. After pulling out the glass fragments, the wound is already healing, and now it looks far less scary than it did at first.

Snape's face finally looked better.

Aces hit the snake with a stick and activated his magic power. The hideous wound was healed by the white light and recovered as before.

"Don't be angry, the wound has healed."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to indicate that he was not lying.

Snape watched intently and suddenly asked: "What is the cause of this attack?"

Before Asseth could find a suitable excuse, he then asked: "Because of the two Carlo brothers? Did you kill them? How?"

"Sif..." Asseth wanted to fool him.

"Tell me." Snape interrupted him and said without any doubt, "Of course, I can guess it even if you don't tell it. It's up to me to guess it if you tell me. If I guessed it, I wouldn't be as easy to talk to as I am now."

"My eyes were gouged, my hands were chopped off, and I bled to death in the end."

Excessive bleeding?

Snape thought thoughtfully. If he remembered correctly, Artes was particularly obsessed with his neck for a while. Coincidentally, that location was the carotid artery.

It turns out that he even died in such a helter-skelter manner.

Snape curled his lips in self-mockery and looked at Asseth, who was all eyes on him. After all, he was not willing to say harsh words.

"If you don't see blood, don't use this method."

Aces raised a smile and said, "Okay."

Snape stared into the dark eyes that reflected him, and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch it, tracing the space with his fingertips, "Have you ever asked me if I believe you?"

"Yes, I asked." Artes grabbed Snape's hand and rubbed it against his face, "What's wrong?"

"I'd like to answer again."

His slender fingers sank into the roots of his hair, and he pressed Ass close to him. Their eyes faced each other, and the similar black eyes reflected the shadow of the other person, and only the other person.

"I believe in you and will cooperate with you unconditionally, as long as you ensure your safety."

Artes was silent for a while, then he raised his lips and chuckled, his dark eyes unblinking, and promised helplessly and devoutly: "As you wish, my professor."

Snape was dubious, "Really?"

"Of course, I won't lie to you. I never will. How could I not give you what you want? What's more, it's just a promise."

Snape held Artes' hand tightly and pursed his thin lips, "I know, I just..."

I'm afraid you'll regret it.

After all, promises are no different than shackles.

The sun shone in through the window, and in the world shrouded in the setting sun, the man still wearing a bathrobe lowered his head, and kissed the fingertips of another person in an almost surrendering gesture.

"I will never regret it in this life."

For love, it is not a shackle.

……

After Snape left, Artes went to clean up the bathroom. The debris on the floor was still the same, densely spread on the floor, with no original shape visible, mixed with blood, and it looked like a murder scene.

The magic power flows out along the palm of the hand, circling wildly, floating the debris up and restoring it.

After a while, the bathroom returned to its original state.

Anna and William had just sent Snape away, and they aggressively came to settle the score with Artes.

"I said what's wrong with you! You don't even see Severus off for two steps. Have I ever taught you to be so inconsiderate?" Anna grabbed Asseth's face as soon as he came.

Aces didn't dare to hide, his face quickly turned red, "It was Sif who told me not to follow."

"You won't follow me if I tell you not to?" Anna couldn't believe it. "My dear son, are you stupid? You don't know there is such a thing as sarcasm?"

"It's not an irony." Asseth didn't know how to explain it, so he simply refused to explain, "Mother, you came just in time. I have something to tell you."