HP: Embrace the Darkness

Let yourself go?

Dumbledore slowly looked at Grindelwald.

In an instant, countless images flashed through his mind, including his father, his mother, his younger brother, Ariana, and... the young him and Grindelwald. The final image was fixed on Ariana's cold tombstone.

Can he really let himself go?

Snape's voice sounded at the right moment.

"How will you know if you don't try? Think about it slowly. I'll leave first. I'll leave Potter to you. Don't expose me. I don't need anyone's thanks, including yours."

After saying that, he raised his wand and disappeared with a bang.

The leaves rustled, making the air feel heavier.

"Al, are you okay?" Grindelwald hugged Harry. He couldn't hug Dumbledore anymore and was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. "Al? Please say something!"

Dumbledore closed his eyes tiredly, feeling confused and could only deal with Grindelwald casually.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little surprised. You're not familiar with Severus and don't know his past experiences. He was completely different then and now. Love is really the greatest magic. That's fine, that's fine. .”

He whispered words he didn't understand, repeating them over and over again.

Grindelwald looked worried, put down Harry who was in the way, and stepped forward to hold his hand.

"Snape is right. After all these years, I have come out. Can't you really try to let yourself go? At that time, none of us -"

"Grindelwald!" Dumbledore suddenly changed his expression, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Grindelwald was silent for a long time, but finally did not say any more. He leaned over and picked up Harry, making a pun: "Let's go back first. I'm a little tired. We'll discuss this issue later."

Dumbledore raised his wand silently.

The three disappeared under the tree.

On the other side, Snape returned to the cellar and found Arthur sleeping on the sofa in the bedroom with a book in his arms.

His heart, which was still a little angry just now, completely calmed down. He walked over, gently pulled out the book, picked up the blanket and was about to cover it with him when Asseth suddenly opened his eyes, sat upright, and held his arms in a daze. waist.

"Sev, you're back."

Snape put the blanket on Arthur's shoulders, rubbed the furry head on his waist and abdomen, and said in a soft voice unconsciously, "Well, I'm back."

"Are you injured?" Artes let go of Snape and took his hand. His magic power penetrated deeply along the place where the fingers touched and examined it carefully.

Snape didn't expect him to do this, and didn't react to stop him at all, "Aces..."

"The Cruciatus Curse, Sif, if I don't check, are you not going to tell me?"

Aces' eyes were cold and full of murderous intent, but his hand movements were extremely gentle.

The magic power used for examination sprouted illusory new shoots, moistening things and silently dispelling the remaining coldness of the Cruciatus Curse, bringing annihilating warmth.

The magic slowly approaches in this warmth until it merges, causing the soul to tremble.

This feeling is no weaker than physical pleasure, it is even deeper than physical pleasure.

In an instant, Snape gasped from the impact, lost all strength, his body went limp uncontrollably, and he fell into Arthur's arms.

Artes was stiff for a moment, but after he reacted, he immediately caught Snape, caressed his well-defined back, kissed him gently, and silently comforted him.

As time passed, the magic power turned from large to small, integrating into the body inch by inch, and dispelling the remaining black magic more carefully.

Compared to providing a place for magical fusion and facing Snape who felt the magical fusion directly, Artes, who only accepted the magic feedback, was in a much better situation. Seeing that Snape was no longer tense, he took the energy to pay attention to the effect of the spell.

This was the first time that I had used Deadwood to Rejuvenate in another person's body, but the effect was surprisingly good. All of Voldemort's remaining cold magic was dispelled, and even the Dark Mark on his arm was a little weak.

Snape also felt the Dark Mark disappearing. He was unable to hold Artes' hand and shook his head with difficulty.

"No, Asseth, can't..."

Aces lowered his eyes, ignored the urge to continue, separated another magic power from his hand, and wrapped it around the dark mark to prevent it from being cleared away by the magic spell.

Snape's lips moved, but he didn't know what to say. He could see that at that moment, Artes really wanted to remove the Dark Mark, but now was not the time, and they all knew it.

"I was impulsive."

Artes adjusted his mood, gave half of the blanket to Snape, and stroked his back from time to time, "Um...do you feel better?"

The weak tremor from his soul made Ass's cheeks turn slightly red and his voice was hoarse. Hearing this, Snape felt inexplicably uncomfortable. His eyes wandered for a moment, he tilted his head to cover up, and coughed lightly, "I'm fine."

"Well, I didn't expect magic to-"

"No one thought of this." Snape suddenly interrupted him, as if he didn't want to raise the question. He paused and took the initiative to change the subject, "Don't you ask me what I did today?"

Asseth chuckled and kissed the tip of his lover's ear, which was so red that it seemed to be bleeding. "I think I guessed it. How about it? Was it successful?"

"Are you questioning my ability?"

Snape narrowed his eyes and swung the eye knife at him unceremoniously, but combined with the rare blood on his cheek, it didn't have much lethality.

"Of course not." Artes said with a smile on his face, "Principal Snape's ability is obvious to all, how could I question it."

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded reservedly, "I hope you are telling the truth."

Suddenly, he remembered something, and the eyebrows he had raised just now were honestly lowered.

"Gavin and the others... I need a little help from them. During this period, they may not have time to go back to the manor to do other things."

Asseth waved his hand, not caring about this trivial matter, "It doesn't matter. My father is in control of the overall situation in the manor. He will handle it well. If he can't handle it well, then he can step back and give me the position of head of the family."

Snape: "..."

Is this something that can be said?

Seeing what he was thinking, Asseth blinked slyly and said firmly, "Would you believe that if I ask my father to take over the position of head of the family, he will immediately step down and fly away with my mother."

Snape: "..."

Thaksin believed that after all, William had not been in the UK for a long time, and he thought William had abdicated.

Artes smiled and came closer, kissed Snape's lips gently, and then like a child who had eaten candy, he licked his lips and curled his eyes.

"We will do the same in the future. When the two children are older, we will travel around the world. This time I returned to Germany and saw the Assam church. It is beautiful and spectacular. You will like it. If you don't like it, we can slow down. Look slowly, life is so long, we can always find the scenery we like, live there, and grow old slowly."

The trembling of the soul has faded away, but a warmer feeling than the trembling of the soul surges out from the bottom of the heart. A heart seems to be soaked in warm water, crisp and soft.

Snape felt that Dumbledore's words sometimes made sense.

Love is truly the greatest magic.

It even gave him the urge to pray for Asseth to get what he wanted.

For this, he is willing to spend everything he has.

Clenching his fists, which were still a little sore, Snape slowly sat up and looked directly into Artes' eyes.

"Thank you."

Thank you for coming to love me.