Professor of LVSS is so cute

Although Severus' temper is not very good, he is not a person who cares about everything.The reason why he quarreled so much with Voldemort was out of shame.As long as he thinks that he was once fooled like a fool, he feels so aggrieved in his heart!

——Especially after reading those memories that belonged to the future several times, he felt more and more aggrieved.

Originally, he decided to endure it for Lily for a while, but he didn't want to hear the amazing news from Lucius that he and Voldemort were actually legendary soul mates—Voldemort himself admitted—how could this not make Severer Stein was taken aback, and Merlin testified that he didn't want this honor at all.

Holding such a complicated mood as if struck by lightning, Severus automatically hid himself.He refused to have any more sporadic contact with Voldemort, as long as Voldemort was there, there would be absolutely no sign of Severus—it even developed to the point where he felt sick when he saw Voldemort.

The retching phenomenon, which had already improved, had worsened again.

Voldemort knew that Severus was irritated!

Thinking of the child in Severus' womb, the red-eyed devil was very anxious, but he couldn't tell anyone.

In the end, he didn't care about whether it would arouse Severus's suspicion—he directly ordered Lucius to fly to England to sneak Dr. Hall from St. Mungo—by the way, he could also take a look at the The old father who was sick in bed and the wife who was pregnant in October.

Lucius was flattered by Voldemort's understanding and rare sympathy—although until now he still hasn't figured out why his master went to England to invite an unknown (half a year younger than him) Shengman Ge therapist.

With such questions in mind, Lucius hurried back to England, found Dr. Hall's address through his contacts, and brought him back to Germany overnight.

As a diehard Voldemort, Dr. Hall was also happy to travel across the country—even when he arrived in Germany, he was exhausted and said in a tone of impatience: He is fine, and now he can devote himself to the great Lord.

Lucius was very satisfied with Dr. Hall's attitude, and felt that he finally saw something good in him.But it was already four o'clock in the morning, and disturbing the master who had already fallen asleep at this time was tantamount to the old birthday star hanging himself—he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

He tactfully resisted Dr. Hall's impulse, arranged for him a comfortable bedroom, and stayed in the camp.

Early the next morning, neither of them had breakfast, so they went to report to their master.

Voldemort welcomed them warmly, and after inviting them to have a sumptuous breakfast, he told Severus that he was having trouble with him: "You have to find a way to pretend to meet him by chance, and then check him out Tell me the result. Blaise, remember what I told you once."

Dr. Hall understood what he said, and knew that what his master was talking about was that Mr. Prince was pregnant.

That afternoon, Severus met his old friend in a foreign land for the first time—under Dr. Hall’s kindness (it’s rare to meet a patient he had treated while watching the Quidditch World Cup, this is really genuine Fate—I still need a follow-up consultation!), he was checked and thoroughly examined by the other party from head to toe, and then he heard the other party say in an entertaining tone: "Your health is really good now-you will vomit all the time It’s completely a psychological effect, as long as you avoid the psychological root of the vomiting, you’ll be fine.”

Severus agreed.

Dr. Hall did a good job, but he didn't know that his master was the so-called 'root of vomiting'!

When Dr. Hall told his master all about the "encounter" between himself and Severus in the tone of presenting treasures.

The red-eyed Demon King twitching at the corner of his mouth clearly felt a violent jump of the magic wand that communicated with him.

Voldemort asked Dr. Hall with a half-smile if the medicine he had prescribed was really effective - what kept Severus away from what was making him vomit?

Dr. Hall, who had no idea that he had been severely marked in his master's heart, gave an affirmative answer, and also talked about a lot of truths——that afternoon, Voldemort kicked Dr. Hall back to England—— This time there was no Lucius on the saddle to accompany him.

Although Voldemort was not happy about Dr. Hall's words, he still barely complied with what the other party said - try not to appear in Severus' sight, so as not to irritate him.

Of course, this was just an attitude on the surface, secretly Voldemort still cared about his partner - no matter how busy he was at work, he would find time to ask about it.

Only Severus himself would secretly feel disappointed while avoiding Voldemort as he wished.

Because of Voldemort's backing down, Severus and him have lived in peace until the opening of this Quidditch World Cup again.

In order not to stand in front of Severus, Voldemort also specifically asked Lucius to help Severus choose a box again.

until he's broken.Like a ticking time bomb, the soul that could explode at any time lost control again!

This kind of tearing pain that acts on the soul is no stranger to Voldemort, on the contrary, it can be regarded as commonplace. Voldemort, who has amazing endurance, is planning to rely on the soul stabilizer newly developed by Severus to bear the pain. In the past - Severus, who loved him so much, made him a stabilizer in case he didn't have it on hand when he asked for it - but his thumb had just touched the rim of the potion stopper, and his movements It stopped suddenly.

He pulled out his wand, deformed dozens of potion bottles and threw them on the ground, unscrewed the unopened bottle of new soul stabilizer, took a sip, and smashed him against the foot of the table: "Take Lu Hughes, call me here." Voldemort ordered the Death Eaters guarding outside.

The loyal promises and hurried footsteps of the Death Eaters came from outside, and the red-eyed demon king with a pair of scarlet eyes resisted the violent tearing of his soul and smiled miserably: "No matter what, I have to overcome your opinion!" The problem of throwing up when I see you—beating drums and using heavy hammers, will you feel any sporadic distress when you see me in such a mess? Will you feel relieved?"

Hearing his master's summoning, Lucius hurriedly bid farewell to the important officials of several other countries, ignoring the passionate game in the stadium and walked to the lounge arranged by the Quidditch World Cup Organizing Committee for his master in two steps. Doorway: "Go to Severus, whatever your reason - as soon as possible!"

The pungent potion smell in the waiting room and the paleness on Voldemort's face made Lucius' pupils shrink, but he quickly convinced himself that it was a trick, and after saluting respectfully, he moved faster than when he came Went to Severus.

——These subordinates these days have suffered a lot because of the cold war between the two. Even his father-in-law, Signus, came to find out why his Lord was in a bad mood during this period.

When Severus was dragged by Lucius to the waiting room where Voldemort was, Voldemort was about to collapse. Voldemort almost couldn't wait to hug him, and sucked a mouthful of pure essence from his mouth. The magic power, worrying hoarsely said: "Severus help me, I hurt badly!"

In front of Severus, the arrogant and conceited Dark Lord was willing to throw away all his pride and self-esteem, just for the return of his soul mate.

The familiar smell of potions in the lounge and Voldemort's sweat-soaked robes made Severus' nose ache.

"I know it hurts you to see me now, but I can't help it, Severus, I can only ask you for help, because you are the only person I trust."

Hearing this, Severus trembled all over, and he asked in the same hoarse voice, "What's wrong with you?"

"My soul is in trouble again. I drank several bottles of the potion you gave me and couldn't hold it down. I was so anxious that I could only look for you."

Severus' thin lips moved.

"It's not that I bother you because I can't bear it. If it was before, I would have passed it - I heard about your encounter with Dr. Hall and his diagnosis of your frequent vomiting - but this time is different, Severus The World Cup is also a means to demonstrate the power of wizards from all over the world. I cannot appear in front of the public and the media in such an embarrassing posture at the final closing ceremony—I cannot let them treat our country and my body as the Minister of Magic Doubt your abilities - Severus, I need your help - please!"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were full of pleading.

"You know I can't…" Severus' voice was very hard.

"I know I understand that I'm trying to push - all I want is a kiss, Severus, just one kiss you don't resist - you're my soul mate, the only thing that can bring my soul back to stability People." Voldemort said in a very hasty tone - the rhetoric came right out of his mouth.

"I don't feel sorry for you either." Severus murmured to himself in Voldemort's arms, no longer resisting the other's impatient leaning forward.

The closeness of lips and teeth between soul mates and the merging of water quickly made the red-eyed demon king alive like chicken blood.After the long and deep kiss, Voldemort pressed his forehead to Severus's forehead tenderly with eyes full of eyes, and said, "I'm so glad you didn't spit it out this time."

Severus turned his head away awkwardly, and said in a strained voice, "I'm going back."

"Okay, I'll let Lucius take you off." The satiated Demon King readily agreed.He graciously helped Severus erase the redness on his lip and sent him out of the waiting room.

Lucius was standing there tall and straight.

As a former veteran of flowers, Lucius quickly caught the fleeting spring in the corner of Severus' eyes even when Voldemort wiped out the evidence.The corner of the platinum noble's lips couldn't help but twitch quietly.Especially when he saw his radiant master, the smile in his gray-blue eyes grew stronger.

By the time Severus returned to the box, the game had been more than halfway through, Professor McGonagall glared at Severus reproachfully, and put all his attention on the game.

——As for the others, they didn't even notice that Severus had gone out.

After fierce scrambling, the game was finally decided. The African team, which was not afraid of fatigue, suffering or injury, came from behind and won the championship - but the price they paid was also heavy: the goalkeeper suffered a comminuted fracture of the bridge of the nose ; one of the two batters was hit by a Bludger and broke his arm, and the other fell from a high altitude at the last moment of the game due to an accident; One of them was hit by a hoop due to a non-committal one-on-one. In the end, only the Seeker who focused on the Golden Snitch survived—of course, he was not completely Unhurt, he was burned with all the braids off his head by a French Quidditch fan who smuggled in from nowhere.

However, despite the unsatisfactory situation, the championship still belongs to the African team in the end!

It wasn't long when Voldemort was the newcomer.When the prestigious British Minister of Magic walked up to the high stage to present the award, the box where Severus was sitting was discussing with other fans in full swing at the moment—"The French team deserved to lose, look at them, they are timid little girls!" , where is the ferocity of the African team!" Professor Flitwick waved his little fist passionately.

"What Filius said is that the African team is really fighting for their lives. Let's see, which one of them is unscathed when they leave the field." Mrs. Hooch completely ignored Professor Flitwick's words of "little bitch." Son', full of appreciation.

Other professors expressed their opinions one after another. Some said that the African team was barbaric and some said that the French team was too timid, like a timid little girl who hid behind her mother with a rag doll.

The public is right, the mother is right, everyone is arguing, but Severus is staring blankly at the energetic Voldemort on the awarding platform, and slowly circling the sentence in his mind that makes his heart follow. If you feel the pain: "It's not because I can't bear the suffering that I bother you..."

The author has something to say: I must choose an auspicious time today~um~