Having fun at Hogwarts

After the shock, the professor's mood fluctuated greatly. Finally, as if he had thought of something, he still didn't move, just asked the man sullenly:

"Okay? Let me go."? The voice was still low but emotionless.

Haruka still felt the stiffness of the professor's body, he wanted to try his best to pretend nothing had happened, even if his student said something earth-shattering, no matter how excessive his actions and words were, he just wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.

Yao got up and turned around, pushing the professor to sit on that chair.He faced him, stopped smiling, and asked Severus with a straight face, "Then what exactly do you want to know? My professor."

His and Snape's hands each occupied the armrests of the chair, casting the professor in his own shadow.Snape only felt the aura of the person in front of him rising up and pressing towards him.

"Oh, for example... your purpose of coming to Hogwarts?"

"I told Dumbledore, but he didn't tell you."

Haruka frowned when he saw the professor's eyebrows, and then let go.He stepped back to open the distance, but unfortunately he still couldn't get out of the envelope of this breath.

There is no way to retreat, he has "no way".

Yao became more reckless, choked and softened his voice, "Professor, I want to pursue you, okay?"

"No, no, just give up." (Refused three times)

Yao suddenly grabbed his neck, and the dangerous aura emanating from his whole body made Snape's alarm go off.

Yao held the slender neck, the pale complexion could clearly see the distinct blood vessels, and the signs of life could be felt under the thin skin.

He thought of the blood flower that might explode here, and he wanted to let go powerlessly, but slowly tightened it.

There was something clamoring, and there was no picture in his mind. He didn't let go until Sev's dying whimper came out, and he gently massaged it with his fingertips.

"Then let me put it another way. I want to do even worse things to the professor. Professor, are you sure?"

Qingyue, who hadn't changed his voice yet, and Snape's own chaotic mind, suffocated by pain, was penetrated with more troublesome thoughts.

Silence.What still scorched people's eyes were the red finger marks on his neck under the dim yellow light.It made him thinner, and his thin and slender figure felt more broken and lonely, like a fragile porcelain doll.

Of course Haruka would not think that he was a porcelain doll, but he could clearly feel that something was wrong with him.

He let go of the hand on his neck, held it in his hand and slowly squatted down.Snape was pulled up by his movement and leaned slightly.

The bastard took his hand and kissed it lightly.The warm touch, the touch spreads through the hands to the whole body, causing a shiver.He watched him reverently from the fingertips to the back of the hand to the turned palm.The picture can only be said to be beautiful and there is nothing wrong with it.

One person watched the other person's actions with a blank face, while the other was immersed in his own world and didn't know what to do.

It wasn't that Snape didn't feel nothing at all, his heart was sour and he couldn't explain the feeling.No one would treat him like this. It's fine to make fun of him with those words, or to touch him, or it's fine to be restrained and kissed like this.He is the first time.And the first time was actually what an 11-year-old wizard did to him.

He was puzzled, confused? And numb.He didn't know how long Louis would act like this, and he didn't know how he should take this scene.So he was silent, silent.