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"Regulus," the silver-haired boy saw Regulus sitting on the sofa in the middle of the lounge reading a book the first thing he saw after he walked into the room.

The young man was half hidden in the light and shadow, still wearing a wizard robe. He sat there upright, his face expressionless.

Regulus had already looked away once he saw clearly that the person who walked into the lounge was Wenxiu Lord.

Now that his name was called, he pretended to be surprised and turned to look at the boy. In his sight, the boy's figure gradually enlarged and ran towards him.

Sitting next to Regulus, Wenxiu Lord hummed complacently and raised the two applications in his hand with a bit of boasting in his tone.

"I can go to Hogsmeade this Saturday. Please let me know if you need anything."

There were only three of them in the lounge, and the two of them were sitting very close to each other. Regulus was in a good mood, with a slight smile on the corners of his lips, as he glanced at little Barty, who was being ignored and had his back to them not far away.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Only when he was with Wenxiu Lord could Regulus feel alive.

His hands were itching to stroke the parchment, and the comfortable feeling of his skin rubbing against the paper relieved Wenxiu Lord's urge to reach out and touch Regulus's head.

During the conversation, Little Batty did not disturb the two of them. When Wenxiu Lord was about to go back to the dormitory, he made some noise to attract his attention.

The book hit the table with a dull thud. Wenxiu Lord turned around in confusion and noticed the thin and insignificant figure of Little Barty standing beside him.

He picked up the book that he had accidentally dropped on the table, looked up to apologize, and found that it was Wenxiu Lord. A touch of tenderness appeared on his melancholy brows.

"Good evening, Senior Wenxiu."

Thinking that he was too focused to hear the conversation, Wenxiu Lord turned around and stopped, the smile on his face less sincere than before.

"Are you still studying so late? You should pay more attention to rest."

The noble young man had the book that had just fallen on his lap. He covered the book with his hands to hide the title and nodded slightly.

"Senior is really gentle. I will pay attention."

After a few casual greetings, Wenxiu Lord also offered to help him carry things.

After all, there were only three people present, and since he had said he would help Regulus carry things, he couldn't favor one over the other.

After seeing off the silver-haired boy, the gentleness on little Barty's face quickly disappeared. This cold expression was more in line with his sickly and thin appearance.

He opened the book in his hand and did not say a word to Regulus who was not far away.

His eyes stayed on little Barty for a few seconds, and Regulus stood up. He didn't really want to read the book. Since Wenxiu Lord had returned to the dormitory, he didn't plan to stay any longer. He picked up the book on the table and walked away.

Only Little Batty was left in the huge lounge. Under the flickering firelight, the flickering light illuminated the partial cover in the shadows - "** Breeding Manual"

Severus, who was concentrating on processing the potion materials, was at a crucial step when the door was pushed open with great force. He paused in his movements and almost destroyed the precious materials that he had found with great difficulty.

After being glared at for no apparent reason, Wenxiu Lord began to feel aggrieved. He did not intend to tell Severus that the two of them could go to Hogsmeade. He slammed the application in his hand on the table and went into the bathroom in his pajamas.

The warm water poured on his body was like an accelerator, making Wenxiu Lord more and more angry. After changing his clothes and opening the door, he was about to glare back when Severus spoke first.

"Don't open the door so hard next time. This potion is very expensive."

It was as if he could read Wenxiu Lord's mind. He knew what Wenxiu Lord was thinking without even looking at him.

The silver-haired boy's temper, which was about to explode just now, calmed down. He curled himself up in the sofa, staring at Severus without even raising his head.

Severus, who had not received a response, pursed his lips tightly together, and when he looked up, he saw Wenxiu Lord curled up into a ball.

Her head was still buried in the blanket on the sofa, leaving only a pair of beautiful eyes exposed, staring at him like the bird, snake or beast that had crawled into the teacup.

His heart skipped a beat, and Severus quickened his movements, putting the materials into the container that preserved the medicinal properties, performed a cleansing operation on his palm, and walked towards the young man.

His hands were filled with the unpleasant smell of the potion ingredients. Wenxiu Lord's nose twitched under the blanket and he dodged the hand that was about to fall on his head.

Although there was a blanket between them, he had just finished a shower, and this smell must not get on him.

The disdain in the silver-grey eyes was not concealed. Severus withdrew his hand, his eyes dimmed, "Why are you angry?"

There was a rustling sound, and Wenxiu Lord stretched out a hand from the gap in the blanket and pointed at the two pieces of parchment on the table.

While Severus was reaching out to take the two applications, the only gap in the blanket that was used for seeing things was closed tightly by the boy.

"I wanted to tell you that we could go to Hogsmeade, but you glared at me before we even got through the door."

Sitting down next to the Lord's ball, his eyes fell on the two pieces of parchment in his hands. It was an application to go to Hogsmeade village, which had been signed and approved by Headmaster Dumbledore.

No longer angry, but still feeling aggrieved, Wenxiu Lord huddled in the blanket. He felt someone poking him, but he ignored it and moved little by little with his back facing Severus.

Seeing that the silver-haired boy had been ignoring him and turned around, judging from the shape, it should be the back of his head.

Severus pursed his lips tightly and frowned, "Wen Xiu."

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the unknown Lord beside him. The ball swayed with his strength without making any sound, just like a little tumbler.

The straight corners of his lips raised up an imperceptible arc. Wenxiu Lord, who was curled up in the blanket, did not see how warm the face of the boy next to him was at this moment.

Wenxiu Lord began to feel sleepy due to the light force. He yawned quietly and was about to crawl out from under the blanket when he felt the sunken sofa cushion beside him rebound.

He moved his body doubtfully, opened a hole and looked through one eye, but Severus actually returned to the crucible and ignored him!

Lord Qiu fell on the sofa, his back facing outside, silently raging.

The boy buried his face in the sofa pillow through a blanket, leaving only his uncovered feet exposed.

Behind the exposed legs there is a silver-gray tail that has quietly escaped because it is too long.

Severus, who had been paying attention to the situation on the sofa, paused and tidied up the workbench faster.

Maybe it was because he had difficulty breathing wrapped in a blanket, and Wenxiu Lord soon became drowsy. While lying on the sofa in a daze, he thought it would be okay to just spend the night on the sofa.

He was so sleepy that he didn't want to move.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes and his mind was completely empty. Just as Wenxiu Lord was about to fall asleep, his body was strangled and he was suspended in mid-air.

His body was stiff and he dared not move until he fell on the soft mattress. The blanket wrapped around his body was pulled off. Wenxiu Lord widened his eyes in shock and met the eyes of Severus who was pressing on him.

Wenxiu Lord was lying on his side, sunk into the soft quilt. He tried to sit up and distance himself from Severus, only to find that this was not his bed.

After tentatively crawling a distance, just when Vinciu Lord thought he had escaped Severus' clutches, a pair of cold and wet hands grabbed his ankles and dragged him back.

The boy's body trembled slightly under the ice-cold hands that had just been washed. His dark eyes could see the tiny bumps on his skin from a close distance, and the hairs standing up so thin that they could only be seen in the sunlight.