Professor of LVSS is so cute

For Severus' awakening, Voldemort felt somewhat lost in his heart, but he has always been a temperament that can't show emotions, and has strong self-control. After a few days of being lost, he soon disappeared. Back to normal.

On the contrary, Severus couldn't recover a bit, he couldn't fall asleep every night, and he looked dazed.

Voldemort thought that Severus was still blaming himself for causing trouble for him, so it was rare for the little mermaid to call him to the study with a conscience, and told him: It is only natural for a teacher to help students, let him Don't worry about it, don't add any unnecessary psychological burden.

Severus was terrified at his understanding, and he almost swore that everything was fine with him, and there was no psychological burden.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows at his duplicity, noncommittal.

DarkLord has never been a kind person.

But the conversation was not in vain.

At least, Severus was clearly more sober than he was before the conversation.Although he still stayed up all night and all night, he was not as broken as he was at the beginning.

He locked himself in the potion room again, relying on refreshing potions to stay awake, and sealed himself off in the name of researching new potions.

He was frantically brewing bottle after bottle of various potions.A whole box of each was brewed, and the house-elf would send it to Voldemort's study - he never walked out of the potions room, and never saw Voldemort again.

His insanity finally aroused Voldemort's suspicions.

In the dead of night, Voldemort quietly cast an Invisibility Charm on himself, and walked into the potion room where Severus was.

Severus's clean black hair, which had been taken care of by the elegant shopkeeper, became greasy again, and they dangled in clumps in the steam from the cauldron, causing the devil to squint slightly.

After taking care of the little mermaid for seven days, he could no longer bear the slightest dissatisfaction with the little mermaid.

He frowned and threw a stun spell.

Severus fell silently to the floor.

The stirring rod slammed into the edge of the crucible crookedly with the master's release, making a slight crashing sound.

Voldemort ignored the potion that was gradually forming in the cauldron, and levitated Severus in front of him, without any hesitation, he uttered a sentence of Dementionment.

Severus' recent memories were laid bare before his eyes.

After scanning all the memories, Voldemort didn't find anything wrong.

He frowned, and checked the seal he had set again.After finding that it was also free from any cracks and looseness, wonder flashed in his eyes.

Voldemort originally thought that the change in Severus these days was due to the plausible interference of those sealed memories.

——After all, no one can guarantee that such a seal will be safe in the brain domain of magical creatures.

But now after checking, he found that everything was as usual.

In this case, how could there be such a sudden change in Severus?And why did he avoid his most admired teacher, even like a snake?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Voldemort patiently used Dementor to search Severus' memory again—this time he used full patience, almost reading it bit by bit—the hard work paid off , he finally found a clue in a somewhat vague memory. Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly, subconsciously broke into that memory, but met with resistance!

This surprised Voldemort greatly.

You must know that since he set a seal in Severus's brain, Severus's brain is like the back garden of his house, he can enter as he wants——

Now he was actually resisted, and was almost confused by the other party with false memories——

Such a discovery made Voldemort very angry, and he felt more and more that there was something tricky about it that he didn't know about!

Without any further hesitation, he almost instantly tore through the somewhat crappy shell of the disguised memory, and broke into the depths of that memory with his powerful magic power.

The first thing that caught Voldemort's eyes was a beautiful almost amber green lake, with small fish swimming faintly in the lake, making ripples.

Looking at the lake, Voldemort squinted his eyes in a familiar way.

He quickly recognized the origin of the lake.

Just a few days ago, he took the little mermaid who was short of water to swim in it.

The incomprehension in Voldemort's eyes was even stronger, didn't it mean that he would not leave any memory after waking up?So... what's going on with this lake?And... What unspeakable secrets are there, do you want to try to hide it deep in your mind?

Just as this thought came to mind, the sound of water breaking suddenly came from the calm lake.

A beautiful silver-green fish tail suddenly swayed out of the lake waves, followed by a delicate face that Voldemort had seen for seven days——Voldemort looked at the face that looked childish and ignorant , It's as if not seeing each other one day is like three autumns.He blinked his eyes twice, and stabilized the incantation of Soul Remembrance!

——Voldemort didn't know how hot his eyes were at the moment.

The mermaid with no hair on her upper body jumped out of the lake, her jet-black hair was slammed back by the force of the waves, revealing a smooth and full forehead and a pair of silver-green pupils that were exactly like fish tails.

Voldemort looked at the mermaid that seemed to be seared into the depths of his soul, resisting the urge to touch it, and quietly watched him swimming comfortably in the cloud-shrouded lake.

The mermaid's slender collarbone, thin waist and nimble tail sway in the lake water, making it charming and moving.

At this moment, Voldemort had already forgotten his original intention of prying open this memory, and just looked at the little mermaid freely in the lake without blinking.

I don't know how long it took, but the mist covering the lake gradually showed signs of dissipating, and a tall and tall figure with a handsome face slowly waded out of the clouds and mist.He has a pair of scarlet eyes, a tall nose bridge, and perfect thin lips that symbolize ruthlessness.

The tall, scarlet-eyed man smiled happily and waved at the happy mermaid.

The mermaid shot an arrow like a baby swallow, and a silver-green fish tail automatically wrapped itself around the man's thin waist.

The man chuckled and lifted the little mermaid's chin, then lowered his head and kissed the little mermaid's pink mouth.

The little mermaid responded enthusiastically to the man, and the two kissed in full swing in the gradually dissipating mist.

Voldemort watched the scene expressionlessly.

The two of them rubbed each other's ears for more than half an hour before the man's lips slid down the little mermaid's slender and fair neck. He sucked and bit the rosy marks one after another, and the little mermaid's lips made a sound similar to Sobbing and grunting, a beautiful fish tail almost twisted into a twist.

The man's lips came to the collarbone, and he sucked and bit the little mermaid's slender collarbone half-truthfully, bite after bite, until the soul of the little mermaid almost flew away.

A pair of hands in the thick hair of a j□j man kept loosening or clenching them tightly.

The man seemed to feel no pain as he left the collarbone that had been bitten blue and purple by him, slowly slid down, and took the small point into his mouth.

The waistline of the little mermaid tensed instantly, and a high-pitched j□j suddenly came out of his mouth, and he couldn't hold back until now.

Voldemort silently looked at the two people who were intertwined, and watched the man tell the little mermaid to change back in an undeniably domineering tone; he watched the black-haired young man he once wanted to skin and tear reappear before his eyes; Seeing the young man wrapping his slender and straight legs around the man's waist in embarrassment and unable to hide his love; seeing the two people's affectionate union together...

boom!

There was an explosion without warning.

Voldemort, who did not know when to project all his mind into this memory, was stimulated by this sudden disturbance, and his soul, which was already unstable due to frequent divisions, showed signs of tearing again.

Shouting badly in his heart, he controlled it with his own powerful magic power, and fled out of Severus' brain domain in embarrassment.

As soon as his sanity returned to the real world, an unpleasant burnt smell rushed into his nose.

Voldemort casually threw an air freshening spell, and looked at the torn cauldron with a bit of irony on his face, with a rare bit of annoyance in his heart.

—he should have extinguished the cauldron and checked the seal with insanity.

Voldemort, who was still in shock, pulled up Severus who had fallen to the ground, threw him on a chair, and lifted the stun spell.

Severus opened his eyes quickly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of scarlet pupils, and Severus' heart constricted.

"Severus, what the hell are you messing around with?" the villain Voldemort complained first, "It's the first time I've seen a Prince blow up his cauldron!"

"Old, teacher?!" Severus jumped up and down, looking at his displeased teacher in a silly way.

"What? Are you still awake?" Voldemort's voice was extremely low, with a deliberately created coldness.

Severus sniffled, caught sight of the burst cauldron out of the corner of his eye, and the expression on his face instantly became brilliant.

Fry...fry the crucible? !

He actually blew up his own cauldron? !

Voldemort looked at the face of the boy in front of him that was getting redder with shame, squinted his eyes, and thought thoughtfully: This kind of redness is more tasteful than the redness caused by * in the lake just now. , people can't help but want to bully.

Realizing what he was thinking just now, the Lord Demon King's face darkened, "Pack up your things, come out and explain to me your strange behavior these days." He turned into an angry look, and waved his sleeves and go.

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After dawdling for a long time, Severus walked into the study where Voldemort was, drooping his head.

Voldemort put down the unopened document in his hand, and looked up and down his anxious student expressionlessly.

Severus rolled his eyes and remained silent.

Voldemort just stared at him without saying a word.

The silence in the study was eerie.

Severus couldn't stand the pressure, and apologized to his teacher, saying that he shouldn't have disturbed the teacher's work.

Voldemort tapped on the table slowly, asking him what was going on these days, and said in an annoyed tone while asking, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that my students would be like Gryffindors." You blew up your cauldron like an idiot! Severus! I thought you had absolute confidence when it came to potions."

Severus had a pale face, as if he had accepted the punishment.

"Do you want me to use Desperation on you?" Voldemort saw that Severus was still gritted his teeth, and the expression on his face became more and more unhappy, "You think you can resist it."

Severus' already gloomy complexion instantly turned pale and white like a ghost.

"...I can't resist it," he said softly, "but while you say the spell, I can kill myself first."

There was an instant pause as Voldemort tapped his knuckles on the table.

"Severus, my student, are you threatening me?" Voldemort's voice was icy cold.

Severus dug his nails into his palm.

"Is it so difficult to answer?" Voldemort looked at the forbearance and panic in his eyes, and couldn't tell what it was like, "I thought I should be the person you trust the most."

"It's because of the most trust that--" Severus closed his lips suddenly, with a look of remorse wishing to bite off his tongue.

"What is it?" Voldemort pressed harder and harder.

——I can't accept my blasphemy against you.

Severus laughed miserably, "Teacher, you kill me."