Professor of LVSS is so cute

Prince Manor, which has existed for thousands of years, is just like when Severus left, calmly waiting for the return of the young master.

When he stepped on the land of Prince Manor, Severus suddenly felt an indescribable sense of warmth—he had regarded this place as his home since he didn't know when.

Voldemort looked amusedly at Severus' relaxed appearance, and asked him if he wanted to take a bath in the bathroom to relax his muscles and bones.Severus nodded naturally.The smell in the Hogwarts train was not very pleasant... Even if he threw a lot of air freshening spells, the smell of bird droppings and feet still drilled into his nostrils from time to time, making him uncomfortable all over.

Of course, the situation on the train was not as exaggerated as Severus described. In the magical world, the dirty environment that caused headaches for housewives could solve all the problems, and then use a few magic spells to clean the air. It really couldn't be more convenient.

The reason why Severus was so sensitive was because of his blood.

Not long after he awakened his bloodline, many things were out of his control—one of which was his five senses, which were much higher than ordinary people. He could hear many things that others couldn't hear, and he could also smell many faint and almost disappearing smells. This is indeed a troublesome matter for him. He has worked hard to debug it for a long time, but he is still a little bit powerless.

After taking a comfortable hot bath, Severus changed into a comfortable house robe and went downstairs with brisk steps.

His teacher was already sitting at the dining table waiting for him.

He also looked like he just had a shower, and his hair was still dripping.

Although Severus knew that with the teacher's magical power, it was absolutely impossible to catch a cold, but he still couldn't help asking Voldemort to dry his hair.

Voldemort glanced at the smudged water stains on his shoulders, blinked his scarlet eyes belatedly, and suddenly said: "I said, why does something feel wrong, so it's this." He put down what he was looking at File, black hair that was wet and sticky on the neck was shaved back, revealing a sharp and handsome face, Severus suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, and he wanted to cough, he pressed it hard, but his eyes Uncontrollably watching every move of the Demon King.

Voldemort didn't notice the strange look in his eyes, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger casually, and with a snapping sound, the black hair that was treated so poorly by his master instantly became fluffy and dry.

Severus, who silently watched him finish all this, picked up the tableware in front of him in a concealed manner, and started chatting with his teacher without saying a word.

Voldemort happily ate and chatted with him, and after eating, they went to chat in the small living room next to them as usual.

Severus, who hadn't had a hearty chat with his teacher for several months, was naturally beaming when he spoke, and Voldemort was willing to pamper him, even if it was some trivial matter, he listened very carefully.And what Severus liked most was the feeling that the teacher had all eyes and attention on him like this - it definitely made him feel valued.

Talking about the joy, Severus finally thought of the fruits of his hard work in the past few months, and hurriedly pleaded guilty to the teacher, and hurried upstairs to search through his luggage.

Voldemort watched him running up and down in bewilderment, until the other party sat down in front of him panting again and handed him a well-rolled piece of parchment, then he raised an eyebrow, "What is this?"

Severus' dark pupils gleamed, "You can take it as a congratulatory gift for successfully running for the minister."

"Oh...really?" That would pique Voldemort's interest. Voldemort almost couldn't wait to pick it up, and glanced at it.

Severus anxiously watched Voldemort's every facial expression, trying to find out what the other person was really thinking at the moment.

Voldemort's research on souls undoubtedly went farther than others - he only needed to glance at a few of the ingredients, and he realized what this potion formula represented.

For a moment, Voldemort felt as if his heart was being pulled hard by someone, and it shook violently.

"Is this why you've been so skinny these days?" Voldemort turned his gaze from the parchment to his nervous apprentice's face, his eyes wandering over his thin face, "Take my words as wind on your ears Didn't I remind you to take good care of yourself and pay attention to your body?" He said while throwing the inspection spell on Severus - and the result of the inspection successfully made his face black as the bottom of the pot.

Severus was taken aback by Voldemort's unreasonable behavior, he moved his body a little uneasy, "Teacher, I'm fine... I have my sense of proportion, I—"

"Can such a perfect potion formula be made by a sixth grader in one semester? Severus! Am I being too kind to you to dare you to be bold? Lying right under my nose?!" Voldemort almost grabbed the little liar and beat him up!

Severus was so intimidated by his teacher's sudden anger that he didn't dare to say a word of excuse.

"You have to prepare for the exam and study the formula of potions. Do you think you are strong? Don't forget that your magic power cycle has not yet fully developed-are you going to use up your energy to be with the squibs?" He was saying this Coax his teacher for a fool?

Severus wanted to say one more thing that he really had sense of proportion, but Voldemort's 'sinister' horror expression made him just listen to the lecture honestly.

The Demon King, who deliberately used his anger to cover up his inner feelings, was quite satisfied with Severus's bowed head. He softened his tone and deliberately said in a calm voice: "I will take this formula you gave me back and let the manor The Potionist here is brewing it, and you don't need to worry about it - rest well these few days, and have a relaxing Christmas."

"But teacher, no one is more familiar with this match than I am—"

"enough!"

Voldemort unceremoniously interrupted Severus' self-promotion, "You need to rest now! And to better regulate your physical condition! Severus, if you still take me as your teacher! Just be obedient ,do not let me worry!"

Severus still didn't give up, "But I..."

"Huh?" Voldemort raised his voice at the end, the threat in his scarlet blood eyes was beyond words.

Severus swallowed dryly twice, and said helplessly, "Yes, teacher, I understand."

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, he carefully shrunk the parchment and put it in his pocket, "It stands to reason that I should give you a reward for this gift, but I am very dissatisfied with your overdrawing your body and wasting your energy , since that’s the case, you don’t even want to count on rewards and rewards.”

Severus looked at himself as an angry but not angry teacher, and nodded foolishly to express his understanding - he has never valued material things very much, and it doesn't make any difference to him whether he has rewards or not.

Voldemort seemed to see through his mind, and sneered, "Do you think my rewards are just ridiculously ordinary things?"

Severus suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

Voldemort snapped his fingers.

A house-elf wearing a tea towel embroidered with the Slytherin crest jumped out. Voldemort didn't even look at the elf, but simply said, "Bring me the box in the drawer of my study."

The elf respectfully agreed.

After a while, the elf jumped out again, holding a box made of stone-like material in both hands and handing it to Voldemort.

Voldemort turned on Severus with a blank and disturbed look in his eyes.

Severus let out a rare 'ah' in a gaffe, and rushed towards the stone box completely out of instinct. Voldemort just glanced at him, and Severus' legs were immobilized invisible.

Voldemort looked at the manic eyes with a half-smile, and just missed the drooling black-haired boy snorting at the stone box, "What? Want it?" He knew that only these things could hold him back.

Severus nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

"It seems that there are people who are not interested at all—" Voldemort said slowly, "I thought you didn't want it."

Severus stared at the stone box without blinking, shook his head like a rattle, and kept saying, "I want it! Teacher! I want it!"

"If you want it, I won't give it to you!" The demon king coughed dryly, with a sudden rush of heat in his groin, "Didn't I just say that? The merits and demerits are equal, and now you want it, and I won't give it to you. "

Severus was about to cry.

He stared at the stone box eagerly, almost throwing up and beating his chest.

"Teacher...I was wrong...I promise I will never do this again...I listen to you...I will take good care of myself, I...I swear!" Severus was so anxious that the tip of his forehead and nose were full It's sweat.

This is the root of the extinct Nether Grass!

This is the root of the extinct Nether Grass that might still be alive!

"Teacher...teacher...I beg you...teacher..."

Voldemort looked expressionlessly at the student who was just rolling around on the ground for a little herb root.

"Teacher..." Severus called unrelentingly, and his tone became more intimate without knowing it, his black pupils shone like black gems, and the covetous desire inside made Voldemort dumbfounded.

"If you really want to, just behave well this holiday," the scarlet-eyed devil showed displeasure when he thought of the results he had just tested, "I don't want my students to be far behind their peers because of my relationship." .”

For the sake of the Nether Grass Roots, Severus said without hesitation what Voldemort said now, he would definitely perform well, but... the Nether Grass Roots...

"Teacher, there is nothing else in Prince Manor, except that the medicine garden is the most complete..." Severus stared at the stone box in Voldemort's hand without blinking, "This may be the last place in the world. A bit of the root of the Nether Grass—the last bit!" He emphasized seriously.

"I found this material. Of course I know it's the last point." Voldemort glanced at the student who was drooling with greed, "What? You want to take care of it yourself?"

"Of course, teacher, look..." The black-haired Prince, who seemed to have two stars embedded in his eyes, rarely smiled flatteringly.

Looking at such a young man, the Demon King wanted to laugh for some reason. He suppressed the upturned corners of his lips, and dispelled the other person's desire without accommodating, "It's a pity, no." He can be as bad as he wants Staring at his student's bitter face, "Don't look like you can't wait to cultivate it now, this thing has been sealed in the stone box for hundreds of years-you can wait another ten and a half months, as long as you If you behave well, it will naturally be yours... You know, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

The problem is that I want to eat right now!

Teacher, don't even think about who I am working so hard for...

It's for you ah ah ah ah! ! !

Severus was within two tears of a boy in his heart!

Is there anything more heartbreaking than a precious material that appears in front of you but cannot be touched or studied!

Voldemort tossed the stone box slowly in front of Severus to the elf next to him who was committed to being invisible, "Put it back to the original place," he said slowly, his elegant and magnetic voice was audible. The roots of Fleurs' teeth were a little itchy, "Okay, people have brought them back, and dinner is over, dear Severus, you can go back to your room and have a good rest to relieve the fatigue of the journey. As for your poor teacher It's time for me to go back to the post where he should stay and do the job."

The future master of potions, whose legs were still imprisoned, watched his teacher leave without looking back with teary eyes. For the first time, he really tasted how bad it is to feel regretful.

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Returning to the office of the Minister of Magic, where he had not been stationed for a long time, Voldemort quickly summoned, was imprisoned by him in a disguised form, and stayed in the manor to brew a new soul stabilizer.

After many tortures, Guangying, who had become a little obedient, received this new potion formula related to soul healing and stability. Except for a slight constriction of the pupils, no extra emotions were revealed.

The Minister of Magic, who was already used to Guangying's half-dead look, didn't even look at him, and directly drove him away with an expulsion spell.With Severus as an excellent bargaining chip, the potion that Guangying brewed for him could only be as good as it could be.

Guang Ying, who seemed to be lowering his brows and downcasting his eyes, had actually been secretly observing the Demon King's every move, watched Voldemort put away the parchment as if he were a treasure, and was kicked back to Prince Manor.

According to the original agreement between him and Voldemort, he should not walk around anywhere except the secret potion room that even Severus didn't know about—but the parchment that the devil showed him today The familiar handwriting on the paper pierced his heart sharply.

Such wild ideas, such familiar handwriting... Who else could he be except Severus, whom he had been worrying about? !

Has he been so bewitched that he is willing to serve that devil? !Thinking of the addition and subtraction of the words on the potion formula and the ingenious combination, even if Guangying has no physical body, he still feels that there is a fire burning in his heart-that fire may burn him to ashes at any time.

After so many painful ordeals, after he and Voldemort came to an agreement, this was the first time he took the initiative to get close to Severus, to his old self.

Light and shadow floated in the air, looking at the boy who was sitting on the sofa playing chess with himself.He was a little taller than he looked last time, and the cowardly look between his eyebrows and eyes because of his parents' background had disappeared at some point.He looked confident and hopeful for the future.

Such a young man made Guangying happy and sad.The happy thing is that the past self has grown so outstandingly, but the sad thing is that the other party has become a puppet of the devil, who may seek skins from tigers at any time, and there is no redemption.

Guangying stared at the black-haired boy without blinking, and couldn't help approaching him again and again, but——when he was only an arm's length away from the boy, a long whip like a fire snake suddenly appeared and lashed towards him. he!

The light and shadow couldn't avoid it, and his soul was severely whipped by the long whip. The burning pain made him almost cry out on the spot, and his already dark body became darker by a few points.

——How could Voldemort, who dared to leave Light and Shadow and Severus alone in the Prince Manor, not leave behind his dark hands? !And how could they let them have such a one-in-ten-thousandth possibility of contact? !

When Light and Shadow was almost blown away by the fire whip, Severus didn't feel it at all—he was still struggling with the ghost grass that he almost got and the unfinished wizard chess in front of him.

He didn't respond, but the barn owl Ariel, who was lazily opening her eyes and closing her eyes on the bird stand, fluttered her wings fiercely and flew up!It cooed, and flew towards the direction of light and shadow at the fastest speed - that anxious look and hasty chirping successfully attracted Severus' attention.

Not knowing why his pet suddenly went crazy, Severus put down the half-play chess game, walked up to Ariel and picked it up, "What's wrong? Are you sick?" While talking, he fluffed his feathers everywhere examine.

Ariel kept struggling and screaming desperately in his hands. The unique voice of a night owl sounded a bit eerie at first glance in this quiet manor.

Severus frowned even tighter, "Could it be... frightened by something?" He said to himself, and began to hesitate whether to go down Diagon Alley and find the clerk in the pet store.

And Light and Shadow also became more and more certain in Ariel's reaction that it is not an ordinary owl. This is not the first time Ariel has tried to contact him—it seems to have been trying to communicate with him...could it be... Would he be able to use it to reconnect with Severus - tell Severus the whole truth? !

Realizing this, Guangying was as excited as he wanted, in order to test whether his idea was possible, he said to Ariel almost as quickly as possible: "If you can understand me, settle down Bar--"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ariel, the owl struggling in Severus's arms with its feathers flying around, fell silent instantly. He pecked Severus' arm and cooed twice as if to comfort him. , After shouting, he turned his head to look at the light and shadow.

Guangying's heart couldn't stop beating wildly!

can understand!

This owl can not only see him but also understand him!

Thanks Merlin! ! !

The light and shadow were ecstatic, and Severus undoubtedly couldn't empathize with it.Seeing that Ariel was well-behaved again, he put Ariel back on the bird stand, taught it not to disturb him casually, and then resumed the boring pastime of playing chess with himself.Speaking of which, it feels like not being able to touch potions or books...but for the root of the Nethergrass...oh oh, it may be the living root... Severus's heart that hadn't calmed down was restored again Signs of imminent...

oh!Merlin's stinky socks that haven't been washed for 800 years... He really wanted to rush to the teacher's study and steal that stone box... How could he let such a precious herb go dormant?That's a great disrespect to medicinal herbs! ! !

The more he thought about it, the more excited Severus was, he almost couldn't control his legs and walked upstairs. Fortunately, at this time, the house elf Jiji suddenly jumped in front of him, interrupting his probably deadly adventure. '.

"Dear little master, the Malfoy family sent a Christmas invitation letter, inviting you to this year's Christmas dinner."

While speaking, he held a glittering invitation letter in front of Severus with both hands.

Severus opened the invitation, and a puff of golden smoke swirled out of the invitation, congealing into a tall and handsome platinum-blond man.

"Dear junior Prince, please be sure to honor this year's Christmas dinner. You have already rejected me once, so don't let me down again this time."

Lucius Malfoy's voice seemed to be born with a romantic and sentimental flavor. It was obviously just a plain sentence, but when he said it like this, it felt more ambiguous and seductive.

Seeing the handsome platinum nobleman dissipating in mid-air, the future Slytherin Snake King thought for a while before giving an accurate answer on the invitation letter.

——He used to let go of his pigeons because he wanted to inherit Prince. This year, he should not shirk anyway.

Besides, his teacher said a long time ago that he hoped that he would be able to get in touch with the outside world. If he had more knowledge, he would be able to attend the Christmas dinner at the Malfoy family. Naturally, he would have a certain relationship with the teacher and make friends with them—I believe it would be The teacher will be happy for him when he knows it.

When Severus accepted the invitation, Lucius Malfoy, who also entered the Ministry of Magic as an intern, straightened his robes that were not in the slightest, straightened his face, and knocked on the door of the office of the new Minister of Magic.

He was going to invite his master to this year's Christmas dinner—and, to meet the Death Eaters who graduated this year and were ready to join for DarkLord's urging.