HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape kind of understood how Dumbledore and Grindelwald felt.

Some people are destined to be prosperous, and Artis is such a person. As long as he grows up step by step, his future will be bright enough, so he always thinks that Artess should not be stuck in the quagmire of Britain.

No, not that he thought.

But there is a feeling in the dark that Asseth does not belong here.

As long as a wizard's intuition appears, it is usually very accurate. The intuition of a double agent who has been walking on the edge of danger all year round is even more accurate than others.

He never doubted his instincts.

Rather than doubting himself, he preferred that his intuition was right, but for some reason, it went off track.

Snape was lost in thought.

The potions master had been silent since the salary was discussed, and the air around him became silent. After waiting for a while, Asseth couldn't help but break the silence.

"Actually, I should have allocated half of my dividends to you. It's just that it's hard to hide a large amount of turnover. To be sure, I didn't divide it. We can calculate it slowly after other things have been taken care of. However, I prefer to put all the dividends away." In your name."

Snape was shocked by the news that Artes casually said. He was at a loss for two seconds before he realized what was happening. He frowned in displeasure and said, "Why do you want to give it to me? I don't lack Galleons, and I don't do it just for Galleons -"

"I know, but you deserve this."

Artes interrupted, his voice filled with a hint of laughter and a joy that Snape didn't understand.

"Our family's rules dictate that every family member has a dividend, including their partners. For example, my mother's dividends are drawn from my father. Of course, the partners of female family members also have dividends, but their children do not."

"Well... and the amount of dividends depends on the status. I am still the heir, and I am getting the heir's share. Except for the principal, which cannot be touched, the profit dividends should be held by us together, because you are my partner. , unless you want to deny our relationship."

Aces's last words completely blocked all Snape's rejections.

He had a hunch that if he continued to refuse, someone would make trouble again, and he hadn't seen him for a few days, and he didn't want to make Ass unhappy when he met.

"Sev, do you really want me?" Asseth lowered his voice and said aggrievedly.

The hot breath he exhaled swept across his ears as he spoke, adding fire to the already hot temperature. Snape felt uncomfortable and avoided it, but the strength on his waist suddenly increased.

Helpless, he put his arm around his waist and patted it comfortingly, "I have never said such things, I just find it troublesome. Since you can put them all in my name, why not put them in yours?"

"Did I not say that the dividends are in pounds? Dividends, statements, auction houses, real estate, gifts, investments..."

Aces frowned, recalling each one.

In the end, his face looked ugly, "I really didn't say it, I thought I did."

"wrong……"

As if something had been touched, pain and confusion appeared in his eyes, and then turned to calm after the emptiness.

Aces let go of his hand in confusion.

The sudden disappearance of the temperature behind his back made Snape uncomfortable for a moment. He fumbled to hold Artes's hand, and the curvature of his fingers was as natural as possible.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I just didn't sleep enough, and my speech was garbled."

Artes rubbed his brows, rested his chin lazily on Snape's shoulder, and continued to explain as if nothing happened.

"Our family's business is concentrated in the Muggle world, and dividends are usually paid in pounds. It's not troublesome to divide it. Someone will help us deal with it."

"Some things in the magical world are still too backward, especially Gringotts' treasury. When I have time, I will rectify them or start a new one."

Aces's voice was the same as before. Although Snape still had doubts, seeing that everything was normal behind him, he gradually became relieved and concentrated on enjoying the evening breeze and hugs.

The last trace of afterglow on the horizon dissipated, as if thick ink had been splashed on a piece of paper, and the sky suddenly dimmed.

Aces retracted his hand, his fingertips lit up with weak magic power, and with a slight wave, transparent water ripples spread around. The mist-like water mist in the early morning spread and eventually became invisible, but as long as someone passed by, they would involuntarily Forget and leave voluntarily.

Snape seemed to be aware of it, turned around, and was hugged face to face by Artes who showed his figure openly.

"Sev, I miss you so much."

"I know."

Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel too late even half an hour later.

After touching his head, which felt very good, Snape pushed Artes away with a strong heart, "You are not suitable to appear in Hogwarts now, especially next to me."

Asseth smiled and held him, and leaned back, "It's so dark, and there's a curse covering it. They can't see me, let alone us."

"If you still mind—"

He pretended to be mysterious and drawled.

Snape was unmoved and didn't think he would give up. Sure enough, the next second, he looked at the tree next to him and said, "Let's go behind the tree."

…What difference does that make?

Of course there is a difference. There is a different feeling between having physical cover and not having physical cover.

Aces tentatively walked that way, but Snape did not refuse and followed his strength and took steps.

So Asseth walked in front, pulling the potion master who was drifting with the crowd.

One in front and one behind, it's quite harmonious.

For some reason, Snape felt that this scene looked familiar, but the object was not quite right. If it were an Animagus...

Amused by the idea that suddenly appeared in his mind, Snape took the initiative to speed up his pace, side by side with Artes, and erased the scene from his mind.

Asseth touched his nose and said, "Sif, I seem to know what you are thinking."

"Congratulations, it seems your brain is not completely rusty yet."

"of course, I--"

Asseth blinked blankly, and an even stronger sting emerged than before. His face instantly turned pale, and his lips also turned white in pain.

Snape felt something was wrong, so he pinched his chin and raised it, using the moonlight to see his pale face and lips, his brows suddenly furrowed.

"what happened to you?"

"I have no idea."

As he spoke, the pain became more and more intense, like a hundred needles piercing his head. Big beads of sweat seeped out, wetting the broken hair on his forehead. The sweat beads slid down the sticky broken hair, spicy and hot. .

Aces gritted his teeth and stood firm, lowering his head so that Snape could not see his ferocious expression.

"Aces, look up into my eyes." Snape suddenly spoke.

His body reacted faster than his brain, and Artes forced his head up to look at Snape.

In just one second, the two of them looked away at the same time.

Artes didn't know what Snape learned in this short second of eye contact. He only felt that his eyelashes, which were trembling slightly despite his extreme restraint, were pierced into his heart by needles, and his brain and internal organs were hurting. It even overshadowed the pain in his body, causing him to bend over.

"Asses?" Snape firmly held Asses' shoulders, tightened his fingers, and slowly but firmly supported him, "Asses, is this how you pronounce your name?"

The soft voice broke through the hazy fog, and in a daze, the pain became a little lighter. Artes stared at Snape's opening and closing lips in concentration, and nodded at his urging.