Professor of LVSS is so cute

A very strange visitor came to Fengya's wizard's robe store.

He has an outstanding temperament and extraordinary looks, and he doesn't look like an ordinary person.

But in his arms, he held a man wearing a hood who couldn't distinguish between men and women.

The elegant store manager took pictures of the power of the guests, and didn't dare to probe too much. He secretly wondered, which decent person changed his appearance and brought his lover to buy clothes.

Fengya is taking the upper class route, a single robe here can be worth a hundred pieces in Madam Mojin's robe shop.It can be said that no family background dares to enter Fengya's door.

The Fengya shopkeeper has dealt with some pure-blood families with ancient heritage all the year round, and she has developed a pair of sharp eyes long ago. Although she couldn't figure out the origin of these two guests, she still tried her best to make them feel at home.This can be seen from the generous tips given by the guests.

The sound of the gallon banging in the purse made the store manager who liked it almost lose his breath.The elegant shop owner has no other hobbies, but has an indescribable liking for the shiny and golden Garen.According to the goblins of Gringotts, the shopkeeper's wife, who was addicted to money, deliberately opened her own treasury more than once to make a good two rolls in it.

The high material rewards made the Fengya shopkeeper 100% motivated. When the customer ordered her to temporarily close the shop in an unquestionable tone and to keep everything she saw today secret, the shopkeeper didn't even think about it. Hang up the sign that the business is closed.

Guests are satisfied with the behavior of the owner.

The owner of the store was shocked enough by the mysterious man who had been hugged by the customers all the time!

Her pair of blue eyes instantly turned into copper bells.

The little mermaid whose hood was lifted by Voldemort, revealing a delicate face, blinked twice, his silver green eyes looked curiously at the shopkeeper who didn't know where to put his hands, and muttered that only he could hear understandable words.One hand was still around the nape of Voldemort's neck.

Voldemort asked the shopkeeper to do the little mermaid's hair.The two deliberately picked a hairstyle suitable for the little mermaid.

The little mermaid visibly tensed up as those hair-cutting magic gadgets rang in her head.

Voldemort could only half hug him and let the shopkeeper take care of him.

The shopkeeper pretended not to see the tail of the fish that dangled from the cloak from time to time, and focused all his attention on the head of the little mermaid.

His wit pleased Voldemort.

The little mermaid was also used to the strange buzzing noise on her head and the black hair that kept falling down.

After the hair was done, a man with a hat on his head appeared outside the closed sign.He turned the doorknob quietly and walked in.

The shopkeeper, who was cleaning the little mermaid's missing hair with a strange thing, subconsciously wanted to drive people out, but was taken aback by the man's actions.

The man knelt down on one knee under the restless gaze of the shopkeeper.

Voldemort asked the man to stand up, and the little mermaid poked her head out of Voldemort's neck curiously, looking at the man's face that she couldn't recognize if she was thrown into the crowd.

Voldemort put down the little mermaid and wanted to talk to the man somewhere else, but the little mermaid immediately grabbed him vigilantly—the tail of the fish also came out from under the cloak and flicked it in protest—his movements made the man with a humble face Pupils shrank.

Voldemort had no choice but to tear off a green bracelet from his hand and put it in the palm of the little mermaid.

Curiously, the little mermaid grabbed the green bracelet and brought it closer to her eyes. The green bracelet turned into a bright green snake, and the moist snake letter flashed on the little mermaid's face.

The little mermaid's eyes widened instantly.

Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue without any hesitation, the cold hissing voice made the shopkeeper who had already guessed his identity from the man's kneeling face turn paler than paper in an instant - he watched this scene in horror, The upper and lower jaws clicked uncontrollably.

The shopkeeper's sudden change of attitude made Voldemort smile.He was so good-tempered that he was not angry, but taking advantage of the moment to divert the little mermaid's attention, he called the man to him, and a silent silencing spell was cast around the two of them - the owner of the Fengya robe shop was almost a condition Reflexively lowered his head, he turned his gaze away.He knew that some things would be irritating to watch.

No one knew what Voldemort had said to that man, they only knew that he had given him something, and the man had respectfully withdrew.

The store owner tried his best to pretend that the man had never appeared before, and personally hugged a thick stack of clothing magazines and handed them to Voldemort and the little mermaid for them to choose.

Smart people usually live long.The shopkeeper's almost groveling obedience soon paid off generously - Voldemort gave her another bag of gallons full of gallons. The little mermaid looked curiously at the shopkeeper's almost slobbering appearance, and was carried out by Voldemort. Store door, went directly to the Honeydukes candy store.

Walking into the candy store, the little mermaid is like falling into a nest of blessings.He cared about almost every shelf, and although he didn't know what money and money meant, he also knew that as long as Voldemort was by his side, he could take whatever he wanted.Later, the shelves of the Honeydukes candy store were almost emptied by the little mermaid.

Back at the Prince Manor, the light and shadow hadn't come out yet, Voldemort took the little mermaid to lunch, took him to the study after eating, and threw Nagini to him to make a toy again, the little mermaid was called Ai Lil's barn owl was caught from nowhere, and was chased by Nagini.

At this time, the little mermaid would be successfully distracted, and Voldemort would take this opportunity to spare time to deal with the newly accumulated duties.He was competing for the position of Minister of Magic, and there was no time to waste now.

In this way, Voldemort took the child with him, and at the same time sent the potion he named Purification Potion to the Potion Association for inspection, and asked the potion master among the Death Eaters to start brewing it according to the formula-he didn't know it at this time The real owner of the potion had given this potion a name long before the potion was developed.

On the fifth day of the future little professor's metamorphosis, if there is no sign, he is dying.

As a self-taught healer and potion master, Voldemort quickly noticed the strangeness of the little mermaid, and he also found the regulations on how to take care of Prince's descendants of siren blood in the ancient books in the Prince Manor library.

He carried the little mermaid to the forest near Prince Manor.

There was a huge lake waiting for them.

When Voldemort put the little mermaid into the lake, the little mermaid looked as radiant as if it had been injected with chicken blood. With a flick of its silver-green tail, it disappeared from Voldemort's sight.

The instant disappearance of the little mermaid made the devil's face change.He almost couldn't control his impulse, so he jumped directly into the lake to find it!

He watched the little mermaid float up with a gloomy face, and swam over as if thinking of him, opening his arms for him to hug.

Voldemort took a step back deliberately.

The little mermaid's eyes turned red, and the fish tail slapped heavily on the lake. The whole person had already soared into the air, and fell into Voldemort's open arms that he didn't know when!

Voldemort was very satisfied with the little mermaid's warm embrace, and the displeasure on his face eased a little. He lowered his head and stared at the little mermaid who was hanging around his neck, and let his lips flatter him without any resistance. come up.

The two kissed for a long time before they let go, and the vitality that the little mermaid had just raised showed signs of limp again. Voldemort smiled slightly, couldn't help pinching his face, and put him into the lake again.

In this way, Voldemort accompanied the little mermaid for seven whole days, sometimes in the manor and sometimes in the forest and lake.

Voldemort, who had never been so dependent on anyone, kept silent, but he clearly cared for the little mermaid in his heart, and took the initiative to take care of his basic necessities, and the relationship between the little mermaid and him became more and more intimate—but, the good times were not good. Long, on the night of the seventh day, the two had a meal, and when they returned from the lake in the forest, the little mermaid suddenly seemed to have been beaten by someone, struggling and whimpering in Voldemort's arms in pain.Voldemort, who had read through the book on the bloodlines of magical creatures, quickly realized what was going on!

He put the little mermaid on the sofa in the living room in a rare mood, and watched the fish tail that had become so familiar change little by little into two slender and straight legs.

The future Potions Professor, whose face was much more refined than before, opened his eyes a little bit.

Voldemort looked at the boy's eyes calmly, from confusion to shock to nervousness and panic——

He almost jumped up from the sofa, stood in front of his teacher with a red face and solemn expression, and said respectfully and apologetically to Voldemort, "Teacher, you have worked hard these past few days."

Voldemort couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

He looked at the respectful young man, and thought of the explanation in that book about the first transformation and awakening of the bearers of the blood of magical creatures: they are just like newborn babies, with no memory, ignorant and innocent.

Voldemort's heart ached slightly.

He doesn't remember him, he doesn't remember what happened this week.

Voldemort looked at the boy silently, a cold smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.

He said softly in a formulaic tone, "Severus, my dear student, you surprised me this time. Who would have thought that a glass of wine could transform you."

Severus rubbed his nose in embarrassment and murmured an apology.His mind was so muddled that he had no memory of these seven days.

Voldemort relieved him of his embarrassment, deliberately talking to him about potions.

Severus couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard that Voldemort had named the potion he had just successfully developed the Purification Potion.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, "What?" His voice was deliberately soft, "Isn't that a bad name?"

Severus shook his head repeatedly.

Voldemort understood, and asked him if he had already taken the name.

Severus shook his head like a rattle.

"No, that's just a code name used to distinguish other potions," he said with a rare chance. "You get this better and more properly."

Indeed, compared with the Nirvana potion, the purification potion is obviously much more obvious at a glance.

And this potion is indeed used to purify black magic damage.

Voldemort looked at the boy who had become docile in front of him again, a thought that no one could understand flashed in his scarlet eyes.