Professor of LVSS is so cute

Voldemort looked at the black-haired boy in front of him who told him to kill him in a crisp tone, blood flashed across his scarlet pupils.

He's never been a big-hearted person.

It is his nature to seek vengeance!

As early as in the last life, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the savior stabbed him severely with his subordinate who he thought was loyal to him to death, and then he sentenced the boy in front of him to death!

—if he hadn't been killed by his own spell rebound that day at Hogwarts, he could be sure he would have turned back to the Shrieking Shack and crushed the potions master who had lied to him all his life!

He wants him to regret the past, he wants him to betray his relatives, he wants him to...

The corner of Voldemort's mouth curled into a soothing arc, hiding the sudden rage in his heart.

"Severus, what nonsense are you talking about? I don't remember ever teaching you to cheat like this!"

Severus pursed his lips, "Teacher..."

"What kills or not? Why should I kill you?" Voldemort interrupted Severus unceremoniously, and gave him a good reprimand, "As a teacher, you want to care about your students. What's wrong? Or do you feel that you have been spying on your body like this and hurt your fragile heart, so you just got angry and asked me to kill you?"

Severus flushed a pale face, and he lowered his head again, the despair that had been bred by the nightmare slowed down, and his eye sockets became moist and hot.

He knew that the teacher was concerned about him.

"Severus, you let me down." Voldemort said in an indisputable tone, "The reason why I chose you to be my student at the beginning was because of your indomitable tenacity! Once you, no matter what you went through No matter what situation you are in, you will always maintain an upward heart and sail against the current, but now you are full of girlishness, and you are so self-pitying that you can't wait to tell your pain with two tears—"

Voldemort's sarcastic sarcasm was heard in Severus' ears but it made him feel unspeakable joy.

He wasn't a masochist, but he couldn't wait for such scolding.

He was so eager to let his teacher scold him properly!

Severus could swear to Merlin - he had never been disrespectful to his teacher.

In his heart, Voldemort treated him like a mountain, like a god.

How could he have the heart to humiliate and blaspheme the other party with such dirty thoughts?

But no matter how he warns or punishes himself, those damned dreams still follow him everywhere!

As long as he closes his eyes...

Desperation appeared in Severus' eyes again.

Voldemort looked at Severus who was lost in his own thoughts and heaved a long sigh.

"It's all like this, you still refuse to say it?"

Severus twitched his lips, a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Inspirit--" Voldemort made a gesture and raised the yew wand that slipped out of his cuff.

Severus paled, but he didn't duck.

Voldemort put down his wand.

He said meaningfully, "Severus, I won't be soft on you again."

Severus turned even paler, but he still didn't speak, he couldn't speak.

Voldemort waved his hand, "Since you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you either. You can do your own thing, and I won't meddle in my own business in the future."

Severus' face was so pale that it was almost transparent, he didn't leave, he just stood upright like this, as if controlled by someone with the Imperius Curse, turning into a puppet.

Voldemort looked at his wrist, the little green snake suddenly turned into a giant python.

The long snake rolled up Severus' waist, looking at the posture, it was about to throw him out like this.

Nagini couldn't control the strength, and Severus was strangled by it, almost shifting his internal organs.The pain of suffocation made Severus wake up from his stupor. He watched Voldemort's eyes become alienated at some point, his nose sore, and he said hoarsely, "I say!"

Voldemort didn't even look at him, "But I don't want to hear it."

Severus was thrown into the corridor by Nagini.

The door of the study was slammed shut.

Severus' face was pressed into the rug, and the cold liquid soaked the small piece of rug.

He didn't know how long he had been lying on the ground. When he came to his senses, the door of the study opened again, and the handsome man with scarlet eyes looked at him coldly.

"What are you doing lying there stupidly?" He said in a cold voice, but there was a kind of deliberate connivance in his tone.

Severus wiped his face carelessly and got up from the carpet.

Voldemort looked at his timid look of wanting to enter but not daring to enter, and snorted, "Am I a tiger?"

Severus barely shook his head like a rattle, but still didn't dare move an inch forward.

Voldemort glared at him and asked if he wanted Nagini to involve him.

Severus darted into the study in three steps and two steps as if Sirius was chasing after him.

——Nagini doesn't know what is weight.

"Why do I accept a student like you, and I get angry after reading it!" Voldemort gave him an annoyed look, and left him aside. After grading the last document, he rubbed his sore shoulders and stood up.

Severus followed him step by step to the dining room.

A steaming lunch came out of the table.

The two of them ate quietly, except for the occasional clinking of knives and forks, the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

After dinner, a house elf jumped out of the void, holding a stack of thick parchment in his hand.

Voldemort took the stack of papers and threw them into Severus' arms.

Severus caught it subconsciously, looked down, and found that it was his schedule for the second half of the summer vacation, and was a little dumbfounded for a while.

"Follow the instructions above to practice step by step," Voldemort ordered, "I have a lot of business to deal with recently, and I don't have time to care about your progress. Everything depends on your self-awareness."

Holding the thick stack of schedules, Severus really had everything in his heart.

He is not a fool, how could he not feel the true love hidden behind this thick plan.

——Although his teacher didn't know why he was depressed, he was still helping him in his own way.

Severus' throat was clogged, and he felt more and more rebellious about himself.

He couldn't control the regret and confusion in his heart anymore, he gritted his teeth and heart, and secretly told his teacher the nightmare that tormented him. After talking about it, he lost control of his emotions and pleaded with Voldemort again Just kill him!

Voldemort didn't say anything this time, I don't want to hear it anymore, he sat on the armchair carved with the flowers of the Prince clan, staring at the student who wanted to dig a hole and stuff himself in with strange eyes, after a long while, he finally said slowly He said: "Severus, even if you don't want to tell me what's on your mind, you shouldn't use such ridiculous lies to prevaricate. Am I being too kind to you?"

Because of his dirty dreams, the future Slytherin headmaster who wished to kill himself to thank his teacher looked at his teacher stupidly, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

But, ridiculous lie? !

"Old, teacher... I'm not lying, I, I... what I said is true! I really had those dreams," Severus said incoherently, "they are so strange, they appeared without any warning , every night, I, I wake up every time, I..."

"Woke up?!" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, "Why did he wake up?"

He has seen those dreams too, and they are quite charming, even if he reads them, he is not consciously immersed in them—even being implicated to the point where his soul is unstable.

"...I, I shouldn't be disrespectful to the teacher." Severus stumbled.

"What does this have to do with being disrespectful to me?" Voldemort looked at his ashamed student with amused smile, "Severus, this is only human."

"What?" Severus' eyes widened.

"It's normal for young people to have all kinds of erotic dreams at the beginning of their love," Voldemort said in a teaching tone, "Severus, you have been immersed in potions and studies all year round, and your desires are weak. Naturally, there is no dabbling in this aspect of knowledge.”

"...Teacher, you, you mean...anyone my age can..."

"Yes, both men and women." Voldemort said affirmatively.

"But I've never…" Severus was dumbfounded.He's pretty sure he's never had any signs of it before.However, he was certain in his heart, but the mountain in his heart that was becoming more and more unbearable showed signs of moving away.

Severus had always trusted his teacher unconditionally.

"You also said that was in the past," Voldemort smiled slightly, "Have you forgotten the fact that you successfully transformed not long ago?"

"Transfiguration? Teacher, what does this have to do with my transformation?" Severus blinked twice, unable to react.

"Severus, you carry the blood of magical creatures. You have read as many books on this subject as I do. Have you forgotten that the transformation of magical creatures is also a sign of maturity, Severus... ...The biggest difference between magical creatures and wizards is their frankness to *, they feel that when it is time for them to continue their offspring, feedback will automatically appear in their bodies, and this is also the reason why you have erotic dreams.”

"But, but why..." Severus blushed, a little hard to say, "The person in my dream would be..."

"That's because I was the first person you saw after your transformation." Voldemort was happy to brush up the student's favorability in this regard, "I took care of you for seven days, who else could you dream of if you didn't dream of me? ?”

Voldemort's rhetorical question completely removed the mountain that was weighing on Severus' heart.He was both happy and relieved, he was so excited that he couldn't even speak.I kept repeating this sentence in my mind: "It turned out to be like this... It turned out to be like this..."