Professor of LVSS is so cute

The concern in Severus' eyes made Voldemort feel a joy that he couldn't understand.

"You are more stubborn than I thought." He said pretending to be helpless, and changed the pace of going to the study.

Severus' eyes lit up, and he hurriedly followed him into a small living room not far from the dining room.

The two sat down on the soft and comfortable sofa, and Severus spoke first: "Teacher, I'm sorry, yesterday... I caused you trouble." He obviously wanted to help his teacher, but he didn't expect that he really As the teacher said, he passed out drunk - the troubled teacher took care of him!Thinking of what the house elf said yesterday was the teacher's bath and change of clothes, Severus' ears were a little red.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, "Just know that you have caused me trouble, and think twice before doing things in the future, and don't take risks without being sure."

Severus lowered his head in shame, he really got carried away yesterday... He was obviously not sure about the effect of alcohol on his transformation, but he still tried it on a whim.

But Severus also knew in his heart that he was concerned and confused.

Usually he is not as impulsive as yesterday.

Voldemort is satisfied with Severus' attitude of being taught, "I know you are also concerned about me, so you will get confused, but the more critical the moment, the more you need to think calmly, Severus, I don't want such a stupid thing to happen in the future. See you a second time."

Severus nodded earnestly.

Voldemort said again: "Is there anything else? I'll go up if there's nothing else."

Severus immediately straightened his back, and the expression on his face became tense.

Voldemort looked at him puzzled.

Severus stared at his teacher anxiously, hesitating to speak.

"Just say what you want, there is anything we can't say between us." Voldemort's words were a bit ambiguous.

The roots of Severus' ears were hot again, thinking of those erotic dreams that had haunted him for days.

He moved his feet a little uneasy, and said, "Teacher... how is your body?"

Voldemort couldn't help laughing, "You have been struggling for a long time just to ask this?"

"This is very important to me!" Severus emphasized seriously.

Voldemort's heart felt faintly hot, and his handsome face was also tainted with a smile because of the inexplicable joy that couldn't help but emerge from the bottom of his heart.

He looked at his students gently, "Compared to yesterday, I think I can't be better now."

Severus watched Voldemort's expression carefully to see if he was prevaricating himself.

Voldemort didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why, do I need to lie to you about this kind of thing?"

The expression on Severus' face suddenly became a little embarrassed.

He looked away in embarrassment, and changed the subject somewhat lamely. "Teacher, you frightened me yesterday." Thinking of the alienation and guard pointed at by Voldemort with his wand yesterday, Severus' voice was filled with grievances that he hadn't noticed, but his clear black voice The joy that the teacher got better is still flowing in the eyes.

There was apology in Voldemort's eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said frankly. "I've never had anyone by my side when I'm feeling bad. I'm not used to it—it's just being a little... well, unkind to you. I hope you don't mind."

Severus shook his head like a rattle, "I know the teacher is too uncomfortable." Thinking of the sweat that had hardly stopped on Voldemort's body yesterday, the worry that had just disappeared resurfaced in his eyes, "Teacher... excuse me, You, can you tell me what was the reason for you yesterday..." The boy's voice was a little stuck, but he still insisted, "Maybe I can help a little bit." Anyway, he has learned potions for so many years .

Voldemort looked at Severus's sincere eyes, pondered for a while, and said, "I made a mistake when I was practicing magic in the early years, and my soul became unstable. As the years went by, there were signs of tearing." ...every attack is painful."

Severus suddenly realized, "That's why you asked me to bring you the soul stabilizer yesterday."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows in surprise, "How do you know it's a soul stabilizer?"

Severus smiled shyly, "I smell it."

Voldemort was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "You are indeed the heir of the Prince family, Severus, I am proud to be your teacher."

Severus' face burned instantly, and he knew he didn't deserve such a compliment at all.There is no Prince's name but no Prince's powerful strength.

You must work hard to help the teacher!

Severus swore secretly in his heart, but on the face he still asked his teacher with concern, "Is there no other way but the soul stabilizer? I think its effect is getting smaller and smaller for you." Otherwise, it wouldn't be a sudden backlash not long after taking it, and the backlash would be so violent.

Voldemort's face moved slightly, remembering the light and shadow that he was forcibly detained in the potion room to brew the new Soul Stabilizer, without any embarrassment of lying on his face, he said naturally, "For now, that's the only one. s method."

The expression on Severus' face suddenly became sad, "Is it the only way to suffer like that..." He muttered to himself, "I don't want the teacher to suffer like that again."

Voldemort's scarlet pupils shrank instantly, and after a while, he recovered his voice, "Severus, you are really getting better at talking." The heart of the person who said it couldn't help but warm up.This is really a novel experience.

Severus was stunned, he didn't know what was wrong with him, as long as he stayed around the teacher, he would unconsciously relax, want to be close to him, want to make him happy, want to obey everything about him .

Severus shook his head, shaking off the inexplicable emotion that suddenly rose in his heart, and continued to ask without giving up, "Is there really no way out? Teacher, think again."

"If there was a good way, I would have used it a long time ago, how could I have waited until today for you to ask—" Voldemort stopped in the middle of his sentence.

Severus perked up immediately, staring at his teacher without blinking.

"Severus, do you know what kind of magic I experimented to make my soul unstable?" Voldemort's voice brought out a trace of inexplicable weirdness.

Not knowing why the teacher suddenly mentioned this, Severus shook his head seriously as if he was listening.

"Severus, there's one thing I haven't told you all this time, my father...he's actually a Muggle."

Voldemort's understatement of words is simply earth-shattering!

"What?!" Severus' eyes widened in an instant!

We all know: the leader of the Death Eaters, the king of Slytherin, is a pure blood wizard who cannot be more pure!Some believers who worshiped at the feet of the devil publicly declared more than once that their king, even with blood, was somewhat nobler than the oldest wizard family!Severus never thought that his teacher was also a mixed race!

"Although I have never wanted to admit this, it is undoubtedly true. My father, he is indeed a Muggle, and I do have Muggle blood flowing through my body." Voldemort looked at himself in shock. The apprentice who didn't drop his jaw showed a bit of helplessness in his eyes, "People can't choose their own origin, but I was not willing to bear such a fate when I was not deeply involved in the world. I chose to resist."

Severus listened intently.

"I found a very interesting book in the ** area of ​​Hogwarts. It can help me purify my blood. I almost couldn't wait to experiment with it."

Severus felt like he couldn't even breathe.

"It turned out to be a pity, I failed." Voldemort closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was the bleak scene of being dragged down to death by the so-called eternal life in his previous life and the unhesitating betrayal of this person for a mudblood! Voldemort's heart that had just softened a little bit became cold and hard again. "After the failure, I not only failed to purify my bloodline, but also caused my soul to go wrong. I can only rely on my own magic power to barely stabilize, Severus. The reason why I was able to stand in the British wizarding world in just over ten years to the top, not because of talent or hard work, but because... I had to work hard."

Unless I imagined being a lunatic like I did in my previous life.

Severus' eyes twitched slightly.

"Severus, while we're talking about this, I'll teach you another lesson, you have to remember it well." Voldemort looked serious, and Severus straightened his back, "The most important foundation of a wizard is not magic power It’s not blood, but soul—the soul is the foundation of a wizard, and the strength of the soul is the strength of a wizard. It’s for your future, you must protect your soul well, don’t be like me... ..." Too late to regret.

"Teacher, you haven't told me your solution yet." Severus couldn't see Voldemort's desperate appearance as a hero, and hurriedly asked him the solution he just mentioned.

Voldemort looked into Severus's black eyes full of hope with a somewhat probing look on his face, and said in a slow tone, "The reason why my soul went wrong is because of the failure of the blood transmutation ceremony, if I can find another way Purify my blood, maybe my soul will also return to normal."

Severus almost jumped to his feet!

"Teacher! You! You! You—" He circled back and forth in the living room excitedly.

Voldemort's eyes were slightly cold, "Me, me what?"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Severus had an extremely anxious expression on his face, "You should have told me a long time ago! Teacher! Have you forgotten the bloodline purification potion in Prince's Potion Room? ! That's what you insisted on me!"

Voldemort was slightly taken aback.

This was not what he had envisioned. "Teacher! Let's go! Let's get it now! Take it and try it!" Severus couldn't wait to come over to pull his teacher, his eyes were full of hope that was about to overflow.

Voldemort looked at him with strange eyes, "Severus, those are left by Prince's ancestors to their descendants." And they are the last two bottles in this world!

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