Professor of LVSS is so cute

Severus awoke from a rare good sleep to find himself lying on an unfamiliar four-poster bed.At the beginning, he was a little dazed and didn't react, but soon, he jumped up from the bed as if he had been punched, and anxiously lifted the bed curtain embroidered with silver and green dark patterns, naked I searched everywhere for the whereabouts of that little devil who tormented me so much.

Of course he got nothing.

In this bedroom, which was very strange to him, there was no one else except him.

Severus' face quickly turned pale with self-blame.

He began to regret his carelessness... Under such a special situation, the teacher dared to fall asleep unprepared... If the teacher had any troubles because of his negligence... Severus felt his eyes go dark, and he didn't care about his body Wearing only a nightgown, he hastily opened the bedroom door and rushed out.

——He must find his teacher as soon as possible, no matter what method is used.

"Severus? Are you awake? Why did you get out of bed without your shoes on?"

A familiar voice came from the right side of the corridor, Severus' heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly turned his head, only to see his teacher walking towards him with a book in his hand - he looked very well-groomed, The look is extraordinary - where can I find the shadow of the little fat snake.

"...Old, teacher...you...how did you get--healed so quickly?!"

——This is the awakening of the bloodline of magical creatures!Awakening of the bloodline of magical creatures in the first stage!

Severus looked disbelieving.

Voldemort looked at his student's stupid jaw-dropping appearance, and with a half-smile, he motioned for him to come to his study.

After the two sat down in front of the burning fireplace and let the house elf deliver the belated dinner, Voldemort said to his curious student with a teasing face, "Even if you want to listen to the story, you have to wait until you are full." Let's talk about the stomach?"

Listen, listen to the story? !

Severus was stunned for a moment, and soon blushed from the teasing meaning of his teacher's words.He coughed twice, and quickly turned his attention to the food in front of him.

After Severus finished eating, Voldemort put down the book he hadn't turned over for a while, held Severus's bitten wrist and rubbed it like a thumb unintentionally: "These days I've made you It's too much trouble—Severus, you don't blame the teacher, do you?"

Severus, who was caught by his wrist, didn't know why his mouth was dry. He quickly shook his head and said, "How can I blame you, you forgot that you didn't..."

——Didn’t you tolerate me unconditionally?

Afterwards, Severus couldn't speak because of his thin skin, but the sincerity in his tone still pleased the Dark Lord, whose smile hadn't disappeared since he saw him.

"Oh, dear Severus, you are quite right," Mr. Minister said softly, "As far as our current intimate relationship is concerned, what I just said is indeed a bit alienated-that's why you feel It's normal to be angry, oh, dear Severus, don't be like this, don't rush to retort, I know you're not angry with me, I'm just using an analogy." Voldemort comforted his violently reacting student, "I think That said, I didn't mean to say that to you, I'm just not used to it, yes, I'm not used to it," the Demon King searched for the right words, "You have to understand, um, dear Severus, I never used to No one has taken care of me without asking for anything in return like you, I was really... really moved by you."

Severus felt that the top of his head was full of smoke, and he pulled his hand out of the teacher's palm a little uneasy, not daring to look into those tender red eyes, "I just did what I should I did it," he changed the subject clumsily, "you just said... as soon as I finish dinner, tell me... tell me..."

"Tell a story?" Voldemort's face was full of smiles.

Severus rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

"If you want to listen, we can start now." Voldemort was not teasing his bewildered students, he coughed a few times, and said seriously: "I believe you are curious why I would be able to do so in less than a week. Restore human form, and still remember the memory of these three days?"

Severus nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Voldemort chuckled, "Actually, it's a long story. You still remember that I told you about my soul problem before."

Severus was taken aback, his expression turning serious.

"Two days ago, when I was holding a regular meeting of the Death Eaters, the blood of the magical creature suddenly awakened. Nagini was eager to protect the lord. After finding out that something was wrong with me, he involved me on the spot through the secret passage in the meeting room. In her snake lair—in order to allow her to move freely in the manor, I installed a lot of pipes for her to pass through when building this manor."

Severus nodded in bewilderment at Voldemort's explanation.

"Because of my soul splitting, I can't awaken the bloodline step by step like you. I believe you can see my bloodline, yes, it is the Feathered Serpent," Voldemort's eyes flashed with enthusiasm, "The power of the Feathered Serpent bloodline is not me That broken soul could hold at will, and I soon paid dearly for my youthful impulsiveness—my awakening stopped halfway through."

"Finally... terminated?!" Severus held his breath in shock.

"Yes, it's over." A look of helplessness flashed across Voldemort's face.

"Then you now... now..." Severus, who was so concerned and chaotic, couldn't even finish his words.

"Don't worry, Severus, everything is over," Voldemort saw that Severus was sweating profusely for him, and his heart ached, he hurriedly explained: "The awakening of the bloodline is forcibly terminated." It's really uncomfortable, but it doesn't mean that I have nothing to do—" he said very fast in Severus's tight marking, "although my soul is like a dangerous building It may collapse, but the powerful magic power I have condensed for many years is still there, and they support me to break the shackles little by little, and reawaken the terminated lineage of magical creatures."

"...Break the shackles little by little?" Severus murmured and repeated, "It must be hard, right?" Awakening the bloodline is not so simple.

Voldemort looked at the concern that could not be hidden in the young man's eyes, and his heart moved, "Uncomfortable? Oh no, Severus, the situation is not as dire as you imagined, at most it is worse than the last riot of souls—" Voldemort paused suddenly, smiled apologetically as if he had accidentally slipped his tongue, and stopped talking.

Severus' eyes were red.

How hard was his teacher's soul riot last time? He witnessed it with his own eyes and wished he could replace it with his own body. Now the teacher compares the awakening of the bloodline of magical creatures with the last soul riot...

"Severus, it's really nothing, don't you think I'm fine now?" Voldemort reached out and hugged the black-haired Slytherin who was trembling because of his back fear, and comforted him softly.

Severus, who suddenly fell into a warm embrace, was taken aback. He wanted to break free instinctively, but he couldn't do it because he was hugged tightly by the other party.

Voldemort didn't seem to feel Severus' resistance, and he was still talking to him gently.

"Because of your careful care, I lost all my memories, and I acted purely on instinct, so I didn't make a mistake for this—and it was also a blessing in disguise, which saved me from a year or even longer period of ignorance, dear Severus , which saves me a lot of trouble - you know, as the Minister of Magic of a country, I can't be like some stupid stupid mermaid for months at a time."

The intimacy in Voldemort's tone and the movement of holding him tightly in his arms made Severus' nerves tense even more.He has an unruly heart towards the teacher that he can't explain clearly, and Severus is very worried that this hug will draw out that uncontrollable feeling... At that time, he will really feel ashamed.

"Severus, it's just a thankful hug, is it worth your nervousness?" The handsome demon king who thought that the tight body of the boy in his arms would soften with the length of the hug slightly loosened his arms, He bowed his head to meet those black eyes full of anxiety and uneasiness.

"..." Severus subconsciously avoided those red eyes, not knowing how to tell the other party his hidden worries.

"Severus?" The Demon King, who has never tolerated disobedience, frowned, and simply snapped back Severus' slightly sideways face. The hand didn't seem to intend to leave, it just stayed where it was.

Severus's chin, which was already more sensitive than ordinary people, trembled uncontrollably, and there was a bit of panic in his eyes that finally stopped dodging.

"Is there anything we can't say between us?" Severus' abnormal behavior made Voldemort raise his eyebrows slightly, and the questioning color in his eyes became more intense.

"...There is really nothing you can't say," the student who had lost face in front of the teacher a long time ago closed his eyes, "The reason why I feel nervous is because... because I don't want to be like the teacher. This time..."

"Like last time? When? What kind?" The red-eyed Demon King finally understood the little thought in his apprentice's heart and smiled. He pretended to be ignorant and asked curiously, ignoring the other party's complexion that resembled boiled shrimp.

"..." Severus stared at his teacher's smiling face, tongue-tied, "You..."

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Voldemort smiled innocently and looked back at his students.

Defeated by his thick skin, Severus looked away in embarrassment, and said in a voice not much louder than a mosquito: "It's nothing, I just don't want to drink the potion you prepared for me last time—I mean The bottle you put in my dormitory." After hesitating for a moment, the black-haired boy suppressed his embarrassment for fear that the unscrupulous teacher would further tease him.

"Oh, you're talking about the wizard's gospel, that's good medicine, especially for wizards—"

"Teacher!" Severus frowned, and his jaw came out of Voldemort's palm.

"I really didn't expect you to be so fussy about what happened that day." Voldemort, who had never seen him hopping like this before, laughed happily and shook his head while laughing, "Oh, look at you like this, I can't find another You helped."

"Help? Teacher, what do you want me to do for you?" This time Severus asked repeatedly despite his embarrassment.

"Whether to help or not to help, I never said such a thing, you heard it wrong." Voldemort pretended to say a slip of the tongue, ready to put a long line to catch big fish.

"Teacher!" If Severus just now was simply angry from embarrassment, then he is really angry now.

"Why do you say you are so stubborn?" The devil, who was so happy in his heart, looked at his stubborn student and sighed, "I really can't do anything about you." He seemed to compromise, and Severus pricked up his ears to concentrate listen.

"I also told you just now that I managed to continue the awakening of the bloodline that has been terminated by relying on the magic power I have accumulated over the years—" Voldemort made a worried gesture.

"You... you also told me that you succeeded!" Severus said with a bit of accusation, his face turned pale.

"Yeah, it was successful, but my mana is also exhausted," Voldemort said bluntly, "You also know that although mana recovery potions can restore mana, it's just a drop in the bucket... I have so many enemies, if I'm like a squib Walking around outside as well—" Voldemort left a little room for Severus's brain to fill in, and when the expression on the latter's face became more and more flustered due to concern, he said slowly, "How did I I don't think it's right to-"

Severus, who already had a vague idea in his mind, nodded silently—indeed, for wizards, magic power is more important than life.

"After some thinking, I thought of you, of course," Voldemort paused again, "If you really don't like it, I won't force it—however, there are many Aurors guarding my body. Safety."

——No matter how powerful an Auror is, how can it be as good as yourself!

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Severus already had a decision in his mind.

"Master, there is nothing I don't like," Severus tried to calm his voice, "but I don't know how...how to become like that...you know, I still don't I haven't figured out its tricks and rules."

"About this question, I may not be able to give you an accurate answer before, but now I can," Voldemort looked at his student with a smile, "Dear Severus, it is the desire, the strong, the urgent desire to become body longing."

Hearing this, Severus nodded earnestly, indicating that he understood.

He closed his eyes under Voldemort's encouraging eyes, and began to mobilize his own magic power for the first time, trying to transform into a siren.

Ten minutes later, he could gradually feel something burning in his blood. It was a kind of eagerness that was no longer unfamiliar. Severus gasped twice, and suddenly opened his eyes, "Teacher, I It should be done—while I am still awake, I hope you can promise me one condition."

Voldemort, who was no longer on guard against Severus, said without any hesitation, "Say it."

"If, I mean if...if I do anything other than replenish your magic power...please also knock me out, or leave my side...I...I know it's just like what you said , it’s just an instinctive desire, it’s not shameful, but I still hope... I hope you..." In the middle of speaking, a dazzling silver-green fish tail rolled out from under the nightgown, slapping heavily on the thick On a thick cashmere rug.