HP: Embrace the Darkness

When Snape was almost done cursing, Artes interrupted him with a smile.

"Professor, don't be angry, be careful with yourself."

As soon as these words came out, the little wizards present looked at Asseth in shock.

Merlin? What did they hear? What happened to Aces?

Only the little wizard who was scolded showed a grateful expression towards Asseth.

Seeing the little wizard's expression, other little wizards suddenly realized.

It turned out to be for them.

Really, they cried to death, Artis was so good.

Among all the moved expressions, only Elise seemed out of place.

She couldn't say anything and looked at everyone present, with an indescribable sense of absurdity.

Is there a possibility that Sir is really not doing this for you?

Interrupted by Artes, Snape paused, cursed two more times, and stopped after the last sentence.

"Professor, go back and rest."

Seeing Snape's face reddened by anger, Artes quickly spoke to persuade him.

Snape glanced at all the young wizards fiercely, and when he saw that they looked away in fear, he returned to his position with satisfaction, swinging his black robe.

It has to be said that Snape's killing of chickens to scare monkeys is useful.

The next class went particularly well, and the little wizards were particularly careful when making potions.

After class, Asseth collected the homework of the little wizards one by one on the podium. Snape looked at the little wizards who were dilly-dallying impatiently.

Under the threat of Snape's eyes, Artes quickly put away the last student's homework.

After sorting it out for a while, Artes picked up the box containing the potion and said to Snape.

"Okay, let's go, Professor."

Snape stood up and walked out of the classroom first.

Aces followed closely behind him with his potion homework in hand, his gaze falling on his shoulder.

Snape's black robe was thrown up by him at a speed like the wind, rolling and licking Artes' calf.

The soft black robe caressed her gently, causing a slight itch. Aces paused and took a step back calmly.

Snape noticed his movements, slowed down his steps, turned his head slightly and looked at him with doubtful eyes.

After receiving Snape's gaze, Artes quickened his pace and walked to his side.

Seeing Asseth following him, Snape once again devoted himself to the cause of walking.

Back in the cellar, Asseth naturally went to his desk, put down his homework, and picked up the paper to correct.

Snape frowned and looked at Artes' smooth and natural movements. Before he could say anything, he was pushed back into the room by Artes.

"Professor, please rest first. I will correct the paper."

After saying that, without giving Snape time to react, he closed the door directly from the outside.

After waiting at the door for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Snape had no intention of coming out.

Returning to his desk, Asseth picked up the paper he had just put down and started revising it.

After correcting the paper, there was still no movement behind the closed door.

Aces simply rolled up his sleeves and started processing the potion materials that would be used in class tomorrow.

night

In a dark and quiet room, Snape woke up from a chaotic dream, his brain groggy and tired from injury.

He stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, his eyes empty, and the chaotic and dark dream made him a little unable to recover.

So even though he had woken up, he still didn't move and didn't want to move. He just wanted to sink quietly in the darkness.

A person sinks quietly.

"Dong dong dong."

A sudden knock on the door brought Snape back from his confused thoughts.

Only later did Snape realize that the troll was still in his cellar.

He turned over irritably, not wanting to deal with this annoying troll.

But the knocking on the door persisted, followed by Ass's voice.

"Professor? Are you awake?"

"Professor, get up and eat first."

"professor?"

Unbearable.

Snape threw off the quilt and opened the door angrily.

"Have you had enough noise?"

Aces was stunned for a moment, and then spoke apologetically.

"Professor, I didn't mean to wake you up. It's just that you didn't eat at noon. If you don't eat at night, your body won't be able to bear it."

Snape's anger gradually subsided under Artes' explanation, but he didn't want to be at the mercy of this annoying troll.

"I'm not hungry now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Snape's stomach suddenly rumbled, and the sound was particularly loud in the silent cellar.

For a moment, the air condensed.

Snape's face suddenly flushed with blood.

Damn it, he knew he shouldn't talk nonsense with this troll, and throwing him out was the best option.

Aces' expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't notice the sudden sound.

He looked up at Snape seriously and changed the subject with a natural expression.

"Professor, let's eat first? After dinner, we have something to discuss with the professor."

Although Snape wanted to throw him out more than eating, he reluctantly agreed because Arthas still had some respect.

At the dining table, Artes and Snape sat opposite each other, eating their late dinner in silence.

Aces was still thinking about what to say later, while Snape had not yet recovered from his gaffe.

After the meal, Nina cleared the table, and Artes and Snape moved to the desk.

Snape flipped through the papers that Artes had corrected, checked a few at random, and then lowered the scores.

Aces watched his movements silently from the opposite side.

"What are you going to say? I'm not you. I don't have time to stay here with you."

"If you want to daze, go back to your room."

After Snape made a few changes, he looked up impatiently at Artes who was staring at him in a daze.

Asses grasped the key word in his words - room.

His eyes flashed. Did the professor not intend to let him leave or had he forgotten?

But no matter which answer he gave, he had to tell the professor what he thought.

"Professor, I want to stay in the cellar for a while."

Snape frowned: "Reason."

Aces looked at where Snape was injured.

"The professor was injured because of me, and I couldn't just walk away because of emotions and reasons."

"I don't need to." Snape denied his words.

Asseth sighed inwardly, he knew this would be the result.

"Let's put it another way, I need a professor."

Asseth changed his words decisively, his eyebrows lowered and his tone low.

"I'm sorry, but Professor, I can't concentrate right now. I need to be busy to stop my thoughts."

Snape subconsciously opened his mouth to taunt, but when his eyes came into contact with Artes who was surrounded by sadness, he held back.

His fingers tapped on the table irritably, and Asseth's heart beat in response.

Damn it, he shouldn't have taken on this trouble then.

Recalling the scene where Arthas lost his temper because of his parents' disappearance, Snape finally agreed.

"You can stay, but don't tell me anything, anything."

After saying that, Snape stood up with a sullen face and walked quickly into the potions room.

The door was slammed shut by him, making a "bang" sound.