Professor of LVSS is so cute

The new soul stabilizer played its role again, and Voldemort's white and transparent face was bloody again.

He was a tolerant person, and as long as the pain eased slightly, he was unwilling to show weakness. He drove Severus away again, saying that he was fine, and let Severus go downstairs to have dinner.

How could Severus agree, he still stubbornly squatted next to Voldemort, and in order to divert his attention, he deliberately took out potion questions one after another to ask his teacher for answers.

Severus could understand the purpose of the thick planner that Voldemort gave him, and naturally Voldemort could understand his.

The devil with red eyes like rabbits narrowed his eyes and glared unkindly at the apprentice whose nose was on his face.

The little apprentice looked back at his teacher innocently.

There was another suffocating silence.

Voldemort said in a voice tinged with ice, "Ask."

Severus asked immediately.

——This time there is no light and shadow to give selflessly by the side.

The teacher and the student asked me questions and answered them for half an hour. When he asked about an ancient formula for medicine, Voldemort's gradually relaxed face twisted for an instant.Severus, who was half-focused on listening to the teacher's lecture, and seven-pointed on paying attention to every change of the teacher, felt his heart skip a beat, "Teacher!"

"It's okay, why are you panicking? What's the matter? Are you done asking all the questions?" Voldemort, who had an amazing ability to endure pain, glared at his fussy apprentice angrily.

Out of the corner of his eye, Severus sneaked a peek at the bulging veins on the back of Voldemort's hand, his eyes were astringent, and he said in the same hoarse voice, "No, I still have a lot of questions I want to ask the teacher." There was something in his voice With a kind of self-conscious dependence and panic.

Voldemort noticed the change in Severus' mood sensitively, thinking that the latter was pitying him, and his eyes flashed fiercely again.

As the scariest demon king in the history of wizards, the last thing he needs is cheap sympathy and pity from others.

"If you want to ask, hurry up. I don't know if I have to go out tomorrow?"

Severus sniffled and nodded hurriedly.

Both the teacher and the student pretended that nothing happened and continued to ask and answer.

This kind of questioning and answering persisted for more than half an hour without knowing it. Although Voldemort still had a calm look on his face, his body was as embarrassed as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Severus could almost watch the sweat trickling down his temples, streams that seemed to never dry up.

Severus couldn't do whitewash anymore.

"Teacher, you can't hold on like this anymore, please allow me to go to St. Mungo's." Severus's voice was almost pleading.

"Saint Mungo?" Voldemort looked at him mockingly, "Are you sure the first time they saw me was to treat me, not an Avatar?"

He is so weak now that he dare not gamble on the medical ethics of St. Mungo's ridiculous therapists.

If it wasn't for Nagini's 'dedicated' wrapping around Severus' neck, Voldemort would not let Severus get close to him even if he was out of his wits.

Severus was speechless.

Voldemort snorted coldly, "Now is the critical moment for me to run for the Minister of Magic and realize my ambition. I must not appear in the eyes of the public with such a posture, not to mention that old guy from St. Standing on the standpoint of not helping each other and maintaining neutrality, in fact, I often flirt with Dumbledore. They have a very close relationship, and I don't want sheep to fall into the tiger's mouth."

Severus hesitated, "What about your subordinates? Don't your subordinates have a healer?"

"Yes, but I can't trust it." Voldemort said coldly.

He never entrusted his fate to anyone, not even his subordinates who were branded with the Dark Mark.He had not forgotten that more than half the people in Little Hangleton's churchyard had betrayed him and had not answered his call.

"Is there really nothing I can do..."

Voldemort's answer gave Severus a chill in his heart.He looked at the teacher who was sweating profusely in pain, and never hated his incompetence more than now.

"There is a way..." Voldemort's eyes were a little strange, "It's not impossible."

Severus looked up suddenly, "Teacher!" His eyes were full of longing.

Voldemort was taken aback by these emotional eyes, he looked away almost embarrassedly, and added emphatically, "If you still maintain the siren shape now."

Severus' eyes lit up, "Does that work for you?"

Voldemort looked at him suspiciously, "You are already able to transform yourself?" How is this possible!Didn't the book say it would take at least one year?

Severus shook his head, "No, teacher, I can't, but I have a way," Severus summoned a house-elf, almost impatiently ordering it: "Bring me some bottles of wine ! Want the strongest!"

As soon as he said those words, Voldemort immediately understood his plan.

"...Are you sure this works?" He endured the pain like a tarsal maggot. "As far as I know, there is no magical creature bloodline carrier who relies on alcohol to transform."

Severus pursed his lips into a stubborn straight line, "I want to try!" I want to try even if I'm drunk!

Voldemort looked at the future Potions Professor like a troll, "I hope you succeed, I don't want to take care of a drunken brat under such circumstances." That's the real house leak. Rain, the boat is late and encounters the headwind.

Severus held the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, took the wine bottle that the house-elf had brought over, boldly pried open the bottle and drank it down in one gulp!

What kind of smell does Merlin's flowery shorts that haven't been washed in 800 years look like!

Severus was so choked that he almost threw up!

With the crazy influx of alcohol, the internal organs are also burning like being in a flame.

Voldemort watched Severus' pale face turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and sneered, "The strongest wine?"

Severus himself couldn't feel his teacher's half-sneering, half-sarcasm sneer!

He was completely dizzy, his head was so dizzy that his whole body seemed to be floating, and his head throbbed in pain.

——Poor Severus didn't even know that the bearer of the blood of the magical creature who had just transformed would take at least half a month's rest period before he could transform again (depending on luck). Useless work.

Of course, no wizard with the blood of a magical creature would recklessly try to transform again not long after transforming.

Severus, who had tossed himself in vain for a while, had a worsening headache. He let go of the hand that was half on Voldemort's arm, and he also rolled limply on the carpet. He didn't know if he was greedy for that A little bit of coolness.The mouth that could not stop smelling of alcohol kept mumbling some strange words, so vague and broken that people couldn't spell them at all.

The moment Severus' hand came off, Voldemort almost impulsively pulled his hand back to its original position. Fortunately, he quickly suppressed this inexplicable idea, and used Parseltongue to drag Nagini from a young drunk He summoned back from his neck, causing Nagini to return to normal, and send Severus back to his own bedroom.In order to prevent Severus from being drunk and unattended, he also specially ordered the house elf who delivered the wine to take good care of him.

Nagini was reluctant to leave his suffering master, climbed back on his shoulders, and couldn't help licking his master's sweaty cheek with a snake letter, and his yellow-green vertical pupils also grew a little bit more because he cared about his master. Humanized light.

Voldemort treated his own pets much better than his own kind, and he comforted Nagini tenderly for a while before insisting that Nagini send Severus back to his own bedroom.

"I only believe in you, Nagini." It was obviously a cold and terrifying snake language, but because of the rare tenderness of the devil, it was more touching and beautiful.

Nagini, who was coaxed by the master into a mess, responded, and became bigger, and wrapped up the little drunk on the ground with its snake tail. It was about to send Severus away. A void, almost dim shadow floated in from outside.

Looking tired, Guangying's eyes instantly turned red when he saw Severus curled up on Nagini's snake tail and still struggling!

"I've worked so hard for you in the potions room, and it's good for you to feed him to your snake!"

"Which of your eyes saw me feeding him to the snake?" Voldemort's eyes were fixed on the potion box floating in mid-air with the Levitation Charm.

Just as light and shadow became vigilant, Voldemort already chanted at the fastest speed: "The soul stabilizer in Severus Snape's hand is coming!"

With a thud, the potion box fell into Voldemort's open palm.

"Pray to Merlin, pray that your potion will be useful to me—" Voldemort opened the potion box, took out a dark green potion inside, popped the cork, sniffed it, and after using a few detection spells, almost I can't wait to raise my neck and drink it!

A huge pure magic power instantly submerged into his broken and unstable soul. Voldemort half-closed his eyes to feel the changes in his soul, and slowly promoted the cycle of magic power that became more and more chaotic due to the broken soul. It's starting to work.

Guangying gave him a hard look, and raised his hand to cut off Nagini's tail without a shadow!

Nagini, who didn't expect to be attacked at all, was stunned, and instinctively rolled Severus to the front as a shield.

Unexpectedly, Nagini's reaction would be so quick. Light and Shadow could only withdraw his spell angrily, but the last bit of edge was still powerful enough to cut through Severus'... robe and underwear.

A thin chest with ribs looming appeared in the light and shadow and Voldemort slowly opened his eyes. During this time, the blue and purple bruises on the left side of Severus' body, which seemed to be hit by something, were so dazzling that everyone changed. turned pale.

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