Professor of LVSS is so cute

Voldemort's understanding made Severus ashamed of his own selfishness.

In order to research the Nirvana Potion faster to help the teacher, the future potion master soaked himself in the potion workshop, busy day and night.He was really sleepy, and the energy recovery potion became his best friend.

This kind of underage wizard who has not completely stabilized the magic cycle regardless of the consumption of the body is simply drinking poison to quench his thirst.Light and Shadow was anxious, but Voldemort watched from the sidelines.

He completely forgot that just a day ago, he had advised his students to combine work with rest, and not to make things difficult for their bodies by being hungry and full.

Light and Shadow's hatred for Voldemort can be said to be higher than mountains and deeper than seas, but for the sake of Severus' growth, after suffering for more than half a month, he still gritted his teeth and let go of his last bit of dignity, and begged in front of Voldemort.

"The person he trusts most now is you, as long as you say a word, he will come out of the potion room!"

"The person he trusts the most right now is indeed me, and I do have the ability to call him out, but—" Voldemort held the book "My Soul Comes From" with great interest and couldn't help tempting him to turn the pages down in ancient Elvish language. Hell" slowly closed, "Why would I do this?"

"..." Guangying's eyes widened, "He is doing his best for you!" He was almost roaring at the top of his voice!

"Did I beg him to work hard for me?" Voldemort got a little impatient.He frowned and pulled out a collection of potions related to the soul again, and in his heart, he told him that the idiot subordinate Avada of the Prince family had gone farther than anyone else in the study of the soul countless times!

"If you hadn't tampered with his memory, he wouldn't have been toyed with by you! Voldemort, he's just a minor! How could you be so cruel!" Light and Shadow gritted his teeth.

"Voldemort... yes, you dare to call me by my name. You should be encouraged." Voldemort half-truthfully threw the book in his hand again, "But, is my name a traitor like you? Huh? "

Voldemort sneered, his five fingers clenched tightly, his image was suddenly punched hard, and his whole body curled up in pain.

"You sold me out as a good servant for a Mudblood, and I don't know which stupid dragon dares to do business with you, borrowing your courage to come here and slander me!" There seemed to be a layer of coldness in the bottom of the scarlet eyes. The Ice Demon King looked indifferently at the light and shadow sobbing in front of him. "Your baby Sif is going to sacrifice for me, that's his own business, and I didn't force him with a wand, what right do you have to question me in a victim tone?"

Light and Shadow, who was so painful that his whole body was convulsed, struggled to raise his head, "You know his future achievements, and what you did is counterproductive! You—"

Boom boom boom!

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door.

Voldemort didn't even bother to look at the light and shadow, and said directly.

Severus, flushed with excitement, rushed in three steps at a time, holding a potion bottle tightly in his hand.

"Teacher! I succeeded!" Panting heavily—passing by the light and shadow—he hurried to the table, "Teacher! Look! I succeeded!" His excited speech was incoherent, and the reed stick The same arm waved excitedly.

The potion bottle in his hand was violently waved by the master, and the bright red and magnificent potion inside seemed to turn into balls of dazzling flames, rampaging in the glass bottle, giving people a thrilling beauty.

"Successful? So fast?" Voldemort looked at the black-haired boy who came to offer the treasure in surprise, and he had a new level of understanding of his potion talent. He took the potion in his hand suspiciously, and pried Uncapped the bottle and took a couple of sniffs.

Severus stood respectfully in front of his teacher like a soldier being inspected, with pure joy in his dark eyes, "This is all thanks to the teacher," he said seriously, "The teacher helped me avoid walking Lots of detours."

"Don't put gold on my face," Voldemort cast a poison test spell cryptically, then undid the diamond cufflink on his left cuff, raised his sleeve, and exposed his arm. "Whether the potion is successful or not, it all comes from your own efforts."

Severus couldn't care less about being modest this time.

His eyes were wide open looking at Voldemort's arm.

The long and deep cut on the top made his eyes turn red.

He almost trembled and moved his fingertips to the edge of the wound.

"...Teacher, what's going on?" His voice was trembling slightly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

The itching from the edge of the wound being touched carefully and the tangible sadness in the boy's eyes made Voldemort slightly startled.

For the first time ever, he looked straight at the young man whom he had deliberately ignored for half a month.

Before he knew when, the other party had become skinny and skinny, as if he could be blown down by the wind.

Voldemort sighed, and touched his head with his good right hand, the hair was still greasy, but this time it couldn't bring him that disgusting emotion anymore.

"I just don't want to put any more pressure on you." He said softly, "Severus, don't be sad, we can see his effect now."

Severus nodded heavily, he was so concerned that he didn't care about his dignity, and directly snatched the potion from Voldemort's hand.

"I'll do it." He said with a trembling voice, "I brewed a total of five bottles this time, and the one I brought to the teacher is the strongest and most stable. Only half a bottle will be enough..." Severus Biting his lip, "Maybe it hurts a little—" He was heartbroken and tilted the potion.

The bright red potion slowly gushed out in a straight line from the potion bottle, and landed steadily on the hideous wound.

A black mist soaked into the wound with the potion, struggling to escape.

Severus held his breath and pressed down on the bottle of the medicine bottle, the blood line became thicker.

Voldemort, who felt as if his wound was being pricked with countless sharp needles, frowned, his arm didn't tremble a bit as he watched the bottle of potion seep into the wound.

After the final counterattack, the black mist that was barking its teeth and claws was completely swallowed by the bright red liquid medicine, and a layer of red film spread on the wound.

Only then did Severus have time to look at his teacher's facial expression.

【Teacher, how are you doing? ! 】

He didn't speak, but those black eyes that were as black as lacquer had already revealed what he wanted to say.

Voldemort moved his arms a little, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"not bad."

He looked at the black-haired Slytherin, who suddenly relaxed because of his answer, as if he saw a big gold mine shining with gold.

Half an hour later, Severus carefully peeled off the red film, and the intact left arm made both of them smile happily.

"Go take a good bath, I'll let the house elves prepare a sumptuous dinner, and we'll have a good celebration tonight!" Voldemort made a decision with a happy heart.

Severus, who also found himself sloppy enough, was embarrassed and temporarily resigned from the teacher, and went to the bathroom to clean himself who hadn't taken care of himself for half a month.

Watching him go, Voldemort relieved the torment of light and shadow. He played with the half bottle of potion in his hand and smiled coldly, "You are right, your baby Sif does have something that I value. Talent, to be able to research such a potion at the age of 16, very good...DarkLord has never been stingy with rewards, and I will give him the respect he deserves."

When Guang Ying, who was tortured by the demon king, heard this last sentence, a gleam of light flashed faintly in his dead eyes.

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After carefully cleaning himself from head to toe, Severus shook the hair that had already passed his shoulders unknowingly, took a pair of scissors and snapped them neatly a few times, and put on the robes newly prepared by the house elf Teng Teng Teng Teng ran downstairs.

Voldemort, who was already sitting at the dining table, twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw his dog-like hairstyle.

Severus followed his gaze back, puzzlement flashing in his eyes.

"What kind of hair do you have? It's a mess!" Voldemort, who felt that his eyes had been stabbed, scolded in displeasure.

Severus stroked his hair awkwardly and mumbled that it was too long.

"Remember to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning. The owner of the Fengya Wizard Robe Shop also does hair for people part-time. Let her take care of it for you." Voldemort ordered.

Although Severus found it troublesome, he didn't dare to do what he wanted, and nodded obediently, saying that he would definitely be there tomorrow.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction.

"Most of the summer vacation is over, and you haven't gone out yet, how can this work?" After a little thought, he took out a beautiful purse made of oriental silk and satin from the pocket of his robe. Buy things back."

Just as Severus was about to refuse, Voldemort glared at him and stuffed the money bag into his pocket spontaneously.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and sent the house-elf to fetch a few bottles from the wine cellar.

"Underage wizards have always been strictly forbidden to associate with alcohol because they don't have a stable relationship with the magic power circulation system, but how can we celebrate the birth of a new potion without the support of alcohol—the alcohol is not high in alcohol, You drink and watch."

Because of Tobia Snape's relationship, Severus had never had a good opinion of alcohol, but now his teacher asked him to drink it, and even if Severus didn't like it, he would have to sacrifice his life to be a gentleman.Therefore, he simply took over the goblet with light brown liquid coming out of it who did not know when, touched Voldemort respectfully, and tentatively brought it to his mouth to take a sip.

A faint sweetness is instantly magnified by the taste buds.

Severus' eyes lit up, and he almost couldn't wait to take another sip.

Satisfied with his support, Voldemort also picked up his glass.

The two just sipped each other like this, and before they knew it, the bottles of wine on the table were drank clean.

Voldemort asked the house-elf to bring up the wine, which was not high in alcohol but strong in stamina. When the two of them left the restaurant full of stomachs, Severus staggered because of his poor balance due to drunkenness, and his whole figure seemed to be lost. Controllingly, he slumped in Voldemort's direction.

Light and Shadow reflexively wanted to jump over to help him, but naturally he was in vain—Voldemort, who had a lot of alcohol and kept his mind clear from the beginning to the end, subconsciously avoided Severus' upside-down movement and stepped back— — Severus fell heavily on the green floral rug.

Light and Shadow let out a scream, and stared at Voldemort with eyes wide open, wishing to bite him to death.

Severus lay unconscious, his brows furrowed, he kept tugging at the buttons on his neckline, and his long straight legs kept writhing in his robe.Occasionally, there will be a low, hoarse hum that makes people think about it.

Voldemort, who never thought that his Potions Master's wine quality would be so bad, raised his eyebrows in surprise, summoned a house elf to take Severus to his room, and then went upstairs Walk.He also drank a little bit bloody, and urgently needed to take a good soak in the bathtub.

Before he had taken two steps, there was an extremely abrupt ripping sound from behind.

Voldemort subconsciously turned around.

A blinding silver-green fishtail billowed from the ripped robes, slapping the carpet hard.