Professor of LVSS is so cute

After dragging his teacher for a long walk, Severus, who realized that he was impolite, tried to pull his right hand away from the intimacy of interlocking fingers, but found that it was all in vain.

——His teacher had no intention of letting him go just like that.

"What? You still want to make me angry?" The demon king who did not know when he took off his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of scarlet blood pupils, raised his brows slightly, and his face was also hidden because of Severus' actions.

Severus groaned secretly, "Teacher, you misunderstood, I just don't think it's good to Apparate..." He tried his best to pass the eyes of 'I'm telling the truth' to his teacher.

"I'm afraid you're tired after sitting on the train for a long time, so let me show you with your entourage today." Voldemort looked at his student with a half-smile, and the corner of his mouth curled up in an ambiguous arc, "It seems that I haven't seen you for a long time." That's how I hugged you."

Severus' tongue seemed to be snatched away by Mrs. Norris. He stared dumbfounded at his teacher who was smiling harmlessly. He couldn't believe his ears... What do you mean I haven't hugged you for a long time? Already... Is this what the teacher can say? !

"Since you don't object, then let's make such a happy decision." Voldemort embraced his stunned little apprentice in a good mood, and he didn't let go of the hand that was tightly intertwined with Severus, on the contrary, it slipped smoothly Seeing his flat stomach, "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

A warm voice sounded in his sensitive ears, and Severus' body went limp, and he almost collapsed into Voldemort's arms—teenagers can't resist teasing in this respect, and this deliberate The person who teased him was also his destined soul mate... With the superimposition of the two, Severus, who was still thinking about how to die, surrendered almost instantly.

The performance of the person in his arms instantly turning into a soft-legged shrimp made the devil bend his eyes happily (very satisfied with his influence), and his deep and muffled smile spread to the ears of the young man who was snuggling with him along with the vibration of his chest. The young man who was ashamed of his reaction became more and more embarrassed, and his already red ears added a touch of stunning red.

After a whirl that made people almost squeeze out their internal organs, Severus was hugged tightly by Voldemort and landed on the lawn in front of Prince Manor.

Gigi and four other house-elves jumped out of nowhere to greet their master.

Severus greeted them, and just as he was thinking about how to get his teacher to let him go, Voldemort had already grabbed his shoulders and pushed him out of his arms.

An indescribable sense of despondency hit him in an instant, making his hand almost reflexively grab Voldemort's hand that was about to leave his shoulder again—but he didn't want him to catch it in vain, and only grabbed a piece of his sleeve .

"I'm afraid I don't have time to accompany you today—" halfway through Voldemort's words, he found that his sleeve was grabbed by Severus, he raised his eyebrows, and hurriedly let go Backing away, the black-haired Slytherin who tried to hide his sight and sound smiled, "Is that why you can't bear to part with me?"

Severus' face turned red unnaturally, and he muttered for a while, but couldn't find any explanation that would make him less embarrassed.

In the end, it was Voldemort who saw how pitiful he was that he was so ashamed to burrow into the ground, cleared his throat and gave him a step down.

"I'll come back when things are done. You left in such a hurry last time that I didn't have time to check whether you've been lazy this semester."

Severus was relieved by Voldemort's rare kindness, and he quickly assured his teacher that he was absolutely not being lazy and would not embarrass his teacher.

Looking at him with a smile on his shoulder, he patted him on the shoulder lightly, "I believe in you."

Severus felt his heart warm, knowing that his teacher had indeed rushed over to pick him up from his busy schedule as he said, "You, you should also pay attention to safety outside."

Emotionally agitated, Severus said something to Voldemort that made him want to call himself stupid in retrospect.

His words really made Voldemort laugh endlessly, "Do you think I'm going to Longtan Tiger's Den?" He couldn't help shaking his head, expressing as much domineering as he wanted, "Don't worry, there are not many people in this world who can hurt me .”

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Voldemort, who personally sent Severus to Prince Manor, left—Severus thought he would come back soon, but he didn't expect him to wait for the dinner invitation letter from Malfoy's house at Prince Manor, his teacher They never showed up, and there was no one connected to the two-way mirror, and Severus began to worry about his teacher's safety.

It was the day of the dinner in a blink of an eye, and Severus changed into the evening gown delivered by Fengya wizard clothing store himself, and went to Malfoy Manor with a bit of anxiety.

The attitude of the Malfoys was a bit more attentive than last year, and Severus, who was worried that his teacher had no intention of socializing with them, only exchanged a few casual greetings before leaving the hall first.

With something in his mind, he didn't notice the momentary freeze of space when he entered the hall.

Severus' classmates gathered around him one after another, everyone's face was beaming with joy.Severus was infected by them, and always felt that none of their parents had made any bad comments on Voldemort's whereabouts, which naturally meant that Voldemort was safe and sound at the moment—those old guys who were more cunning than foxes must have more news than him. The Malfoys were far more informed, and the Malfoys looked normal when he entered.

Thinking of this, Severus' face regained its color, but a subtle thought mixed with grievances also slowly emerged in his heart - since nothing happened, why did he suddenly cut off contact with him?Doesn't he know that he will worry about him?

Severus, who was overwhelmed by irritability, didn't notice that with his increasingly gloomy facial expression, the Slytherins around him also stopped talking one by two, looking at him with puzzled eyes.

Seeing that the atmosphere in this corner became more and more depressing, Lucius Malfoy, as the host, quickly discovered the abnormality here, and at the same time, he could see the clue from the expressions on the faces of these elementary school students. The problem should be Severus.

He rolled his eyes, and said a few words in his wife's ear, and Narcissa Malfoy walked over gracefully and gracefully with a tray in one hand.

Not long ago, the news that Voldemort went to pick up someone at the train station in person had spread among the Death Eaters—as the hostess of the dinner, Mrs. Malfoy personally entertained this lucky guy who was favored by the Demon King, and it was not a bargain.

"Dear Prince, is there anything about the Malfoys' house that makes you feel badly entertained? You look like you're in a bad mood?"

Narcissa's enthusiastic voice and the freshly squeezed juice that was handed to him woke Severus from his thoughts, and only then did he realize that many people had gathered around him—they were all looking at him with concern .

"No, I don't think there is a more hospitable hostess than you." Severus did not refuse Narcissa's juice, he took it and thanked him in a low voice, expressing that he was just troubled by a potion problem , everything else is fine.

Severus' words made the blond lady feel a little uneasy in her heart.A sincere smile appeared on her face again, and after confirming again and again that everything Severus said was true, she returned to her husband's side.

And the other Slytherins who heard the conversation between Severus and Narcissa became relieved one after another, and asked enthusiastically what problem Severus was troubled by——asked them if they could help a little. busy.

Seeing this situation, Severus, who didn't want to cause trouble for the seniors and his wife, naturally took the opportunity to raise a question to discuss with everyone, and the atmosphere in this corner had unknowingly eased up again.

The parents of several senior Slytherins who had been paying close attention to this side also had smiles on their faces again.

Time passed by, but the Dark Lord, who was supposed to appear, never appeared.There was a small commotion in the hall, and everyone was startled by the devil's rare delay.

Everyone speculated about the reason why the Demon King has not arrived so far, and Lucius, who has always been the focus of everyone's attention, gradually became serious.Everyone also paid attention to Severus—at this time, everyone began to have doubts about his strange expression when he first entered the door...doubt whether he knew some inside information that everyone didn't know...but no one dared to face him Just ask.

The increasingly serious expressions of the crowd were naturally noticed by Severus, the fear and worry that had been suppressed by everyone's previous calm and calm seized his soul again.

At this moment of worry, familiar footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the hall.

Severus, who couldn't help but want to touch the double-sided mirror in his arms again, almost jumped up, and stared in the direction of the hall without blinking.

Everyone who also heard the footsteps got up one after another, and the solemn expressions on their faces turned into sincere joy and humility again.

The handsome and tall Demon King walked in slowly under the respectful bowing and saluting of everyone.

"I wasted everyone's time today—" the stern-faced devil looked around, and the cold and hostile devil's pressure made everyone shudder and fear.

Everyone bowed their heads one after another, even saying that they dare not.

Abraxas Malfoy, who had been recuperating upstairs all this time, also forced himself to come down to meet his old friend and object of allegiance.

Voldemort's cold expression softened a little when he saw him, and the two talked for a while, and he personally ordered the Lucius couple to send the current head of the Malfoy family back to his bedroom.

After the two of Lucius came down, the devil king with blood in his eyes stopped being courteous to everyone, and took the main seat without hesitation, and said directly: "Where are the Slytherin graduates this year, come forward to me. "

Seeing that the crisp and neat posture is not like usual, he deliberately opened up a room for special affairs.

The old foxes who had already figured out the temper of their master sensed a bit of gloomy gunpowder from his attitude. They winked at their juniors silently, lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes secretly in their hearts. Pray to my descendants - I hope they will not run into the hands of the moody devil.

The little Slytherin snakes who had been looking forward to this day for a long time swallowed their throats dryly nervously, and lined up along their surnames.

In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, from the first Slytherins who were marked by Voldemort's test, they followed the rules of the Hogwarts branch, regardless of their origin and ability, and only lined up by their surnames.

Although Severus has changed his surname, the gap between 'P' and 'S' is really not that far away. When the people in front have accepted Voldemort's encouragement and bravely stretched out their arms, he stood seventh from the bottom He couldn't even get a rough idea of ​​his teacher's face.

The students in front endured the pain one after another to accept the mark. Everyone’s eyes were filled with brilliant and almost dazzling enthusiasm and joy. They prostrated themselves at the feet of the mighty Demon King and swore to dedicate their lives to his ideals and aspirations. All, including life.

Finally, Lucius, who was at the front, called Severus' name.

Severus didn't know if it was his own illusion. The moment Lucius called him, it seemed that everyone's attention was focused on him, and their curious eyes were like needle pricks. Stabbing on him made him restless and tense.

Severus didn't know if other people would have to bear the baptism of such eyes, he took a deep breath, and knelt down on one knee in front of the expressionless Demon King.

His eyes were red like blood, but his face was as pale as a ghost. The demon king looked down indifferently at the young man kneeling in front of him, "Do you want to be loyal to me? Severus Prince? Are you willing to pay for me?" Do you have no regrets in everything including life?"

It was clearly a sentence that had been said more than ten times, but when it was Severus' turn, there was an indescribable sense of solemnity inexplicably.

"Yes, I am willing, I am willing to be loyal to you, and I am willing to give everything including my life for you without complaint or regret." Severus raised his head slightly, his dark black eyes were astonishingly bright.

There was a long silence.

"Then... stretch out your arm."

The yew wood wand slid out from the demon king's sleeve, and the tip of the wand pointed at the black-haired boy kneeling at his feet.

Without any hesitation, Severus lifted the cuff of his dress and passed his left arm up.

The tip of Voldemort's wand lightly touched the white arm where blue veins could be seen faintly.

Everyone witnessing this scene held their breath.

——This is the most solemn scene among the Death Eaters. It proves that a child who has left the wings of his parents is an adult, and it also proves that there will be another companion with the same goal among them.

The tip of Voldemort's wand stayed on Severus' left arm for a long time, and he didn't say a spell, just staying there as if someone had pressed the pause button.

The Death Eaters exchanged puzzled looks, but Lucius and Signus had a sudden look on their faces.

That's right, how could the Dark Mark, which symbolizes the status of a servant, fall on the arm of one's soul mate.

Severus, who doesn't have mind reading skills, naturally doesn't know what Signus and his son-in-law are thinking at the moment. After waiting for a long time, Severus, who hasn't seen the long-awaited mark, can't help cast doubtful eyes on own teacher.

Perhaps the relationship with Voldemort became more and more intimate. Apart from doubts, there was also a hint of intimacy and urge in his eyes.

It was this intimacy that made the furious Demon King hesitate.He stared down at the young man in front of him, he was still looking at himself, his eyes seemed to be able to speak, there was no fear and excitement of others, only a bit of blame and grievance brought out unconsciously because of his long pause.

This is the little apprentice he trained by himself.

This was his little mermaid, someone he... would try to believe.

The memories of the past flashed in his mind one by one.

Voldemort closed his eyes, and slowly moved away from the yew wand resting on Severus' arm.

Severus looked up at him in disbelief, and a bewildered 'teacher' was about to blurt out at this moment!In the foyer, unknown to everyone, a distressed, illusory figure that could barely be seen rushed in!

That figure frantically and desperately blocked Severus, looking at Voldemort with hatred and madness in his eyes!

"I will never let him do the same thing again! I will never allow you to tag him again!"

There was tenderness surging in the scarlet blood eyes again. When the Dark Lord saw this dim light that seemed to be wiped out at any time and stared at him with hatred in his long-sighted eyes, the ray returned to his eyes. The gentleness is like the mist in the morning, quietly dissipating.

"You really have the skills to break free from my spirit-binding spell and come here." Voldemort stared at the light and shadow indifferently, his lips moved silently, and said words that only the two of them could hear, "You are not small, in order to avoid He will regret it later when he recovers his memory, and dared to poison my soul stabilizer!"

"Very well," Voldemort smiled cruelly, "Since you're so confident that you can get him out of my control—then I'll mark him for you in front of your face!"

A glaring black light shot out from the yew wood wand, and landed on Severus's arm that had been waiting for a long time——Severus' shoulders, which had been thought to be in excruciating pain, couldn't help trembling , but was shocked to find that he didn't feel the slightest pain at all.

Severus looked at his teacher suspiciously, but found that his teacher didn't pay attention to the Dark Mark that was forming on his arm at all, but looked at a point in the void with a cold face, his lips were still opening and closing silently talking about something.

Severus subconsciously wanted to catch his lips, but was stunned by the anger and mockery that appeared between his brows!

Voldemort, who crucified the light and shadow in mid-air again and tortured him severely, took back the wand whose black light gradually faded under the former's desperate gaze, and said indifferently: "Next."

Putting aside the doubts in his heart, Severus looked down at the Dark Mark on his hand, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, and hastily gave up his seat to the next person.

Somewhat surprised that Severus actually got a mark, Lucius suppressed his puzzlement, and after announcing another name, he quickly lowered his voice and asked him how the situation was in a voice not much louder than a mosquito. , Would you like to go to the guest room to take a rest.

——In the past, it wasn't like the situation where I couldn't bear to faint without marking halfway.

"Seniors, you guys are so mean," Severus rubbed the mark on his arm under Lucius' weird eyes, "The process of marking is obviously not painful at all, and you still say so exaggerated .”

"What did you say? One, it doesn't hurt at all?!" Lucius almost cried out when he heard this.

"What? Did the senior feel painful when he accepted the mark?" Severus asked in surprise.

"When..." Lucius was about to answer when his father-in-law glanced at him inadvertently.

"No," Lucius shuddered, and quickly smiled, "Of course it doesn't hurt." He glanced at the junior student who was convulsed with pain from receiving the mark, and added again with the corners of his mouth twitching, "You and I Also, I didn't feel any pain."

"So the process of marking varies from person to person." Severus also noticed the painful expression of the classmate who seemed to be called Mungus, and he said thoughtfully, "Senior, from this point of view, we still have to How lucky."

"Yeah, it's really lucky." Lucius said dryly, throwing out the embarrassing memory of himself being in pain and rolling all over the floor because of the mark.

After the last Slytherin with the initial 'Z' was marked, Voldemort tried his best to say a few words to these newly appointed Death Eaters, and asked their parents or friends to take them back to rest.

——Accepting the Dark Mark is a major spiritual test for seventh-grade students, and they need a good rest to recover their health.

The older Death Eaters expressed their sincere gratitude to their master for his kindness, and Voldemort, who was too lazy to socialize, brought his little apprentice over in front of everyone, and disapparated in full view.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the disappearing figures of the two, and hurriedly bowed to see their master off.

After Voldemort left with Severus, the other guests bid farewell to the Malfoys, the hosts, one after another, while Signus was left behind by his bewildered daughter and son-in-law.

"Dear Father, did you hear what Junior Prince said just now? He said it didn't hurt at all! What a joke—I remember that when I was marked, I almost lost the etiquette engraved in my bones .”

"Of course he won't feel the pain," the current Patriarch Black took a sip of the hangover tea from his daughter, "Didn't you notice that when Lord branded him the Dark Mark? Didn't you use your magic power?"

"What do you mean?" Narcissa who was listening by the side opened her eyes wide in astonishment.

"Yes, my child, just as you think," Signus said with a smile, "The Dark Mark on the arm of our future mistress is nothing but a fake."