Professor of LVSS is so cute

In order to unravel the knots in his students' minds, Voldemort can be said to have acted like a good teacher, trying his best to preach and clear up doubts for the young apprentices who had just begun to love each other.

And Severus also believed in him the most, and was soon relieved by him to let go of the heavy rock in his heart, and happily went to give himself special training according to the teacher's schedule—the two elves accompanied them Beside the master, occasionally some puppets will be deformed as sparring partners.

Learning this thing is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Because of the frequent strange dreams, Severus hadn't practiced his magic for several days.For a while, I felt a little strange.That would set Severus' alarm bells off!He was well aware of how much his teacher valued actual combat—in order to catch up with the past progress as soon as possible, Severus was almost desperately training. Remind me to go to the restaurant and eat with my teacher.

When he arrived at the dining room, Severus was a little surprised to find that his teacher hadn't appeared at the table.

Knowing that this was the first time ever, Severus was well aware that his teacher was extremely paranoid about punctuality.

He couldn't help being a little worried, and at this moment, another house elf who was going to inform Voldemort to come down for dinner jumped out. The elf looked anxious and told Severus that something was wrong with his teacher in a high-pitched voice.

Severus' face went pale instantly.

Almost without thinking, he ran upstairs towards the study, he knew Voldemort must be in the study at this moment!Due to running too fast, most of his body hit the door frame of the restaurant!

The door frame was slightly shaken by him, but he didn't feel the pain at all, and he desperately pushed his two legs!

Severus didn't know what happened to his teacher, but he knew very well that no matter what, he didn't want to lose him!

Two or three minutes, Severus only took more than 3 seconds, he still thinks it is too slow, what is certain is: if he knows the apparition spell, even if he is expelled for using magic outside the school, even if it is because of phantom Even if he lost his arms or legs by transferring shape, he would never hesitate!

Severus panted a few times at the door before pressing down hard on the doorknob.

Voldemort was still sitting on the chair behind the desk with his back straight, and he looked normal.

He was looking down at a book.

If it wasn't for Nagini who was anxiously spinning back and forth on the desk, Severus almost wondered if he had been fooled by a house-elf.

He looked at his teacher, who pretended to be fine, with a lump in his throat, and took two steps forward tentatively: "Teacher, are you okay—"

His concerned words got stuck in his throat.

Voldemort, who had been focusing on the pages of the book, raised his head at some point, his scarlet eyes fixed on the concerned Severus like a beast that would choose to devour someone.

Severus, whose heart skipped a beat, resisted the urge to run away, and called his teacher again in a worried voice.

Voldemort's cold, impersonal blood pupils were cleared by this call.

"Why are you here?" His voice was a little hoarse, with a restrained depression.

"I'm a little worried that you didn't come downstairs for dinner." Severus licked his dry lips and asked cautiously, "Teacher, are you okay?"

"As long as you are a person, you will lose your appetite." Voldemort habitually concealed his true intentions, "I'm fine, you can go down."

Severus moved his feet uneasily, his eyes still fixed on Voldemort's pale and handsome face.

"Teacher, is there really nothing I can do to help you?" He still didn't give up.

Voldemort's eyes flashed impatiently, "I'm sure."

Severus resisted the urge to step forward to investigate, but remained stubbornly at the door.

Voldemort's scarlet blood eyes were once again covered with coldness, what he hated most were those who presumptuously advocated disobedience to his orders.

"Do you want me to tell you to get lost?" His patience was completely exhausted, and his blood eyes leaked the hostility of choosing someone to devour.

"Teacher, I'm not leaving!" Severus gritted his teeth and mustered up all his courage.

"If you don't leave, then——hmm!" A bewitching green light flashed from the tip of Voldemort's famous yew wood wand, but before halfway through, Voldemort seemed to have been hit hard by something, his body shook violently, and even The person with the chair fell to the ground.

"Teacher!" Severus, who didn't know that he was swaying around the gate of hell just now, rushed to Voldemort. Before he could help his teacher up, a wand was already pressed against his throat!

"Don't touch me!" Voldemort tried to stand up precariously, the guard and resistance in his eyes made Severus' heart feel like a needle had been pricked, and the pain was severe.

"Teacher, let me help you, I won't hurt you." Severus ignored the wand stuck in his throat, and tried to step forward again.

Voldemort sneered, unless he was crazy, he would put his personal safety in the hands of a traitor.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here immediately, otherwise don't blame me for not being kind to teachers and students!"

As he spoke, he activated the magic cycle again, and suddenly pale orange sparks shot out from the tip of the wand against Severus' throat.

The feeling of being burned at the vital point was clearly transmitted to Severus' sensory nerves, accompanied by the increasing killing intent of the other party.

Severus smiled wryly, and didn't think too much about why his teacher was so guarded against him, but stepped forward again without hesitation to try to help Voldemort.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Voldemort warned him with squinted eyes, but the weakness of his body and the severe pain of his soul forced him to take another step back.At this step, he retreated with difficulty and staggered.

"I'm afraid, but I don't want the teacher to be hurt." Severus seemed to have put his life and death aside, and the tip of his stick that was pressed against his throat burst into flames again because of his words.Severus could feel the pain after the skin was burned, slight but distinct.

"Next time it won't be the Fire Curse!" Voldemort said coldly, the murderous intent in his eyes had reached the point where he had to vent!In front of Severus, he opened his lips and uttered the spell he was about to release in a clear and powerful voice: "Avadaso——"

He spoke the spell slowly, his eyes locked on every movement of Severus without a moment's notice.

Taking advantage of his concentration, Severus finally got in touch with his teacher's body, grabbing his body which was about to slip to the ground at any moment.

Voldemort's complexion changed suddenly, and he raised his hand to knock off his support.

"Teacher, let me help you!" Seeing that Voldemort's wariness could not be dispelled, Severus grabbed Nagini who had climbed onto Voldemort's shoulder at some point and wrapped it around his neck, "You You can use Nagini to monitor my every move! As long as there is something wrong with me, you can order it to bite me to death!"

Voldemort stared coldly at the anxious Severus, neither saying yes nor no.

"Teacher!" Severus's voice was almost pleading.

a long time.

Voldemort slowly retracted his wand.

"Remember what you said."

He agreed to Severus' proposal.

Severus breathed a sigh of relief.

He watched as Voldemort spoke to Nagini quickly in Parseltongue.

Following Voldemort's order, Severus quickly felt the little snake on his neck struggling to get back to Voldemort's wrist automatically wrapped around him, and the wet snake letter also protruded from his neck artery A lick - Severus knew, it was a warning.

Severus straightened the chair again, carefully helped Voldemort onto it, then squatted halfway down and asked him if there was anything he could do.

Voldemort hid the indifference and pain in his eyes, saying that he had taken the potion and his condition would get better soon.

Severus breathed a sigh of relief, but he still stayed beside Voldemort every step of the way, and the hand holding his arm never let go.

As early as a long time ago, Voldemort was used to silently licking his wounds behind others after being injured. He had never shared any joys, sorrows and joys with him, and he didn't bother to share them with others.

Now, suddenly, there is such a person who shares the burden with him beside him.The other party who is not even afraid of death will stay by his side... Voldemort can't tell what it feels like at this moment.

He didn't knock Severus' hand off again, just let him hold it like that, closing his eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the pain from the soul seems to be slowly released for this rare company, but the good times don't last long, the soul stabilizer that I have taken all year round has developed resistance. The soul that finally had some signs of stability showed signs of being torn again, the kind of comeback that was similar to the re-opening of the wound made Voldemort's muscles suddenly tense - Severus was also aware of this, the gleam in his eyes Anxiety almost congealed into substance—he began to consider whether to ask his teacher for advice, to have a St. Mungo's therapist come over.

"On the right, the third drawer, the light green potion." Voldemort said abruptly, his voice surprisingly dry.

Severus subconsciously pulled out the drawer, and sure enough, he found an exquisite potion box inside.

Severus opened it as quickly as possible, took out the potion inside, carefully pried off the cork and brought it to Voldemort's lips.

How could Voldemort allow such close care, he directly opened his mouth to grab the bottle, drank it down in one gulp, and spit out the potion bottle that had become transparent again into Severus' palm.

Instinctively, Severus subconsciously twitched his nose twice and sniffed the ingredients of the potion.

With his talent in potions, he quickly determined that this was the soul stabilizer that he had only smelled once in the potions storage room of Prince's house!

And the concentration is not low.

Severus frowned, wondering why his teacher had to drink such a high concentration of soul stabilizer.

But now was not the time to ask, he threw the potion bottle that Voldemort had spat into his hand into the trash can not far away.