HP Time and Space Covenant

Although it was true that Mr. James Potter hadn't troubled Severus since the accident in that flying lesson, it never occurred to Severus that he would suddenly become polite.Fleeting surprise flashed across his face, the black-haired Slytherin raised his chin slightly, and looked at the uninvited guest with a slight sarcasm: "May I ask the honorable Mr. Potter, what is the purpose of coming to me, this evil Slytherin? "

This time James with messy hair didn't continue to confront him, but looked at Severus carefully and asked, "Severus, can I talk to you?"

Severus raised his eyebrows, hiding a trace of doubt in his unfathomable dark eyes: "I assume, I didn't allow you to call me Severus."

"Okay, Prince." James nodded in frustration, his brown eyes looking darker than before, but still waiting expectantly for Severus' answer, "Can you?"

"Come in." Curious about what he would like to say, Severus was silent for a while, nodded, turned around, walked back to where he was just now, and sat down.

Even in the hotter summer, the boy in front of him still buttoned the black wizard's robe all the way to his pointed chin, and his thin face was set off more white by the high collar of the robe and the smooth long black hair.James looked at Severus' slightly sunken deep eyes, and the inexplicable emotion in his heart seemed to become clear for a moment, but soon turned into a more hazy mist again.

The red-haired girl looked suspiciously at James who walked up to Severus and sat down, her tone was very bad: "James, what do you want to say to Severus? I warn you, don't bully Severus again, otherwise so I……"

"Lily, I don't have that kind of plan." Scratching the messy hair, James interrupted the girl with an embarrassed expression on his face, "I think I should apologize to you for what happened before, Prince."

The black-haired Slytherin was obviously taken aback, and the brown eyes of the person sitting beside him had a rare seriousness.Even though he wasn't afraid of the constant provocations of the robber four, they did bring a lot of trouble to the peaceful campus life he longed for.At first, he thought that this arrogant, stupid, and arrogant young master would not feel guilt or anything like that, but a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Severus' mouth. Could it be that the accident of the last flying lesson brought him such a big blow? Impact?

In fact, Severus didn't intend to blame James for that incident. The serious consequences afterwards were caused by Evan Rozier, and James was just inadvertently used as a weapon.It's just that this arrogant young master really thinks that after repeatedly humiliating others and blatantly provoking him, an apology can erase all traces?It's like what happened just now, obviously it should be hugged

The mood of apologizing, but once faced with ignorance, he can blurt out the word 'snot man'.

Thinking of this, the sarcasm at the corner of Severus' mouth became stronger: "Oh? Look what I heard? The prince of Gryffindor is always the embodiment of justice, the great Mr. James Potter, how could he treat me like this? Evil, dirty snot said the word apology?"

"Prince, you..." Under the unceremonious sarcasm of the black-haired Slytherin, James twisted his face and wanted to argue, but when he met those black eyes that were as bright as cold stars, his anger was forcibly suppressed down.He knew earlier that it was impossible for Severus to forgive him so easily.

However, what the Potters have always believed in will not give up easily.James, who never thought that anything would really trouble him, curled the corners of his mouth and showed a handsome smile to Severus: "Prince, of course you heard me right. I will use actions to prove the sincerity of my apology." Yes. How about I teach you how to play Quidditch next term?"

Thanks!But absolutely not!Severus was stabbed in the soft spot, staring at James with a cold light in his black eyes: "I think I'm not as keen on that kind of brutal and rude exercise as Mr. Potter, who regards muscles as brains. Now, You can go, Mr Potter!"

"Don't be so indifferent, Prince." James sat there unmoved, and even took out a copy of "Quidditch Weekly", pointing to the photo of the best ball seeker in this European Cup published on it Show it to Severus.

"James, have you lost your mind because of Severus' anger?" Now even Lily thought she was hallucinating, and she gave James a strange look from her beautiful green eyes.What on earth is this megalomaniac trying to do?

Glancing at the stupid Gryffindor lion who seemed to be planning to sit here and talk to himself happily, Severus's aura was icy cold, and he sneered, "Lily, I thought you wanted to Too much. Mr. Potter never had a brain at all, how could there be such a thing as reason?"

The red-haired girl couldn't help giggling, gloating at James, whose face instantly became stiff.However, Lily felt that it would be a good thing if the two people on the opposite side could really resolve their conflicts and become friends.Especially when she saw that mighty James Potter constantly deflated under Severus' poisonous tongue, she thought it was a really good idea.

Only, Severus wasn't even remotely interested in developing a new friendship.So much so that after seeing Irene's mother, Severus, who returned to Prince Castle with the Portkey, rushed directly into the potion room with a frosty face, imagining that some character who was louder than a house-elf Ryffindor was thrown into the cauldron as a potion ingredient.

It was already night when Voldemort arrived at Prince Castle,

However, the figure he most wanted to see was still busy in the potion room.

After saying hello to Edmund, Voldemort walked towards the potion room, and suddenly found that the black-haired boy's back seemed to be much longer than before - his boy had grown up.

The handsome black-haired man was a little helpless, he had been in for a long time, but Severus was still intently looking at the cauldron with the green liquid boiling.He didn't know whether to be happy that Severus was defenseless against him, or to sigh that in Severus' heart, potions had a much higher status than himself.

The boy's black hair has become sticky and knotted due to the potion, and his pale face looks faintly blue at the moment.Frowning with some distress, Voldemort quietly stepped forward and hugged Severus from behind.

The body of the person who was immersed in the charm of the potion froze for a moment, and then gradually relaxed after sensing who it was: "I assume that the noble duke knows where this is, and you want to be sent to it by the exploding cauldron. St. Mungo's?"

"Sev." Voldemort's lips gently rubbed against the boy's neck, greedily sniffing the delicious scent of herbs and herbs on the boy's body: "Staying in the potion room all afternoon again? Have you had dinner yet? "

Cursing his lips, Severus turned around and broke free from the black-haired man's embrace, raised his eyebrows and looked at Voldemort: "So, what about you?"

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth increased. Apparently, although his boy devoted most of his attention to the potion, he still found himself in a working state of being too busy to work and rest regularly.

——Then I said, Your Excellency the Dark Lord, you are really easy to please.

"Emond, what troubles does Sever seem to have?" But after they had dinner together, Severus turned around and went upstairs to his room...

Edmund shook the crystal wine glass and put on a smirk unique to the Prince family: "Do you think he will tell me?"

"Okay." Watching the boy's back disappear at the end of the stairs, Voldemort pulled himself out of this rare shock of cold reception, and told Edmond what he had planned: "Emond, How about opening the Floo network between Prince Castle and the fireplace at Voldemort Manor? This will make it much easier for Sev to go back and forth."

Is it also convenient for you to come uninvited?Edmond thought.

"Voldemort, I'm assuming that if there is a war in the wizarding world, you won't force Sif to take your side?" The most worrying thing for the elderly nobleman is that his young grandson will be involved in the black and white demon kings battle between.A young Potions master with no support behind him, caught in the middle, was a likely victim of that struggle.

Voldemort raised his handsome eyebrows, with a very confident smile on his face: "I will respect Sev's choice. But, Edmond, why don't you ask Sev what he thinks?"

Edmund's cold eyes stayed on the Slytherin king for a long time.Things that were doubtful before became clearer.

"I think I have a right to know this. Between you and Sev...I want to know why the lord Duke of Darkness cares so much about getting close to my little grandson who doesn't know much about the world?" The old man in black robe looked at Voldemort gloomily He couldn't understand the complex emotions behind those red eyes before, those red eyes that should only be cold and ambitious, actually became so rich in emotion when facing Severus.

Voldemort, who knew that Edmund would definitely ask himself to understand, smiled, put the wine glass in his hand aside, straightened his sitting posture, and replied very seriously: "I love him."

Edmund clenched his glass tightly and took a deep breath. Although he was mentally prepared, the old man still couldn't believe it when he received such a straightforward and frank answer: "Sev is not yet 13 years old! Voldemort, I thought you knew!"

"Emond, he was around his age when I met him." Voldemort was deeply depressed, knowing that Emond would notice this problem, "I thought you knew too."

Seeing the Slytherin king look frustrated, the corners of Edmund's eyes twitched, and his dark eyes full of haze stared straight at the man, maintaining a strange and stiff expression on his face.Of course he knew about Voldemort meeting Severus in the Muggle world as a child.His grandson had told him about this unbelievable thing before.They used to be friends when they were young, but they were separated for decades due to bizarre reasons. Now one is an adult and the other is still a child.For Voldemort's obsession, Edmund didn't know whether it was Severus' luck or misfortune.

However, Severus didn't care about such insignificant things. Voldemort's eyes revealed a hint of joy when he thought of this, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Since I have been waiting for so many years to find Sif, I don't care about waiting a few more years."

In other words, no matter how much Emond objected, the man in front of him was bound to win Severus.

Since nothing could be changed, Edmund didn't want to deliberately add unnecessary difficulties and tests to this man.It's just that he needs to be sure that the elder Slytherin king will not use the methods that pure-blood nobles are used to against Severus.

"Voldemort..." the old man said in a deep voice

There was a hint of pleading in it, but it was more forceful: "In the name of Elder Severus, I allow you to be Severus' guide. But no matter what happens in the future, I don't want to see you hurt him. "

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