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Lured by the sweet voice of the scantily clad witch in the hell paradise in his heart, Severus began to step into the field of black magic carefully. And in his impression, it should also be evil black magic.Just like a naughty child who wants to stay in bed, I keep saying to myself in my heart, "Just lie down for another 5 minutes, just lie down for another 5 minutes, just 5 minutes, and get up when you arrive." 5 minutes, 5 minutes, 5 minutes at a time, the small fragments that seem to be ticking away, overlap little by little, and become a long period of time. When you really wake up, you realize that time is in your search. The excuse that he thought was a short moment turned into a long, long time that was dripping with golden juice that could not be measured with his arms.Just like now, Severus whispered to himself in his heart, "Just read a little more, just learn a little. There's no harm in watching a little more anyway. There's no danger in learning a little anyway."

Excuses are always the easiest to find and the most convincing to yourself, because the excuses are all made by yourself for the weaknesses you know best.Even if it was poison, he wrapped it in a beautiful and attractive sugar-coating with his own hands, put the opal-filled gold cup full of poisonous juice into his mouth with his own hands, and swallowed it voluntarily with a smile.

To Severus' emotional frustration and intellectual rejoicing, due to his status as a freshman, he could not borrow advanced black magic, and it was impossible for him to touch other books in order to break into the restricted area. brains.Although the books that can be borrowed are the most basic introductions, after studying black magic, Severus still has his own preliminary concepts that belong to him.

Black magic, some people think of it as sorcery, some define it as magic that harms others, some say it is magic that satisfies one's own desires, and some say it is the ability obtained after trading with demons.After reading various reference books, Severus purified and neutralized his thoughts after reading various opinions and insights, and he came to his own conclusion that black magic has great power and can A quick-acting ability, but based on the principle of equivalent exchange, the price required by black magic is much higher than other magic. What black magic uses is not the ability of demons or undead, but the purest and most shocking. A force of absolute darkness that one cannot contain.To control black magic, one must have strong self-control ability, otherwise one will be controlled by darkness instead if one is not careful.

"Wycombe, do you know who is the most proficient in black magic?" Severus asked in a low voice while sorting out the reference books, who was sitting next to Wycombe who was struggling with the thesis.

"Black magic, the one who is most proficient is Lord Voldemort. It is said that this lord has gone a long way in magic, especially the study of black magic, so far that wizards can only look up to him. This lord's ability, It far surpasses all wizards today." When talking about Voldemort, the aristocratic reservedness that Wycombe had always maintained disappeared, and only fanatical admiration and unconditional faith remained on his face.

"Lord Voldemort?" Severus admitted that the name sounded a bit odd, not a common name for the British.In addition, he is busy with his studies, so he lacks some common sense in the magic world.To understand the magic world, some common sense that wizards should know is also necessary.Severus felt his previous alienation and unconscious rejection of magic deeply again.A student who has been in school for a long time, even knows almost all wizards in the magic world and has no desire to know and has no desire to understand. This kind of performance is like deliberately isolating himself from magic.

"Severus, you don't even know about Lord Voldemort?" Wycombe looked surprised, and he emphasized it again in disbelief, as if to confirm that Severus was just joking "You, really, You don't even know about Lord Voldemort?"

Wycombe's eyes full of surprise, doubt, and disbelief that were about to materialize made Severus feel uncomfortable all over, and he felt like he was guilty of being too ignorant. "Wycombe, you know, I don't come from a wizarding family, and I just entered Hogwarts this year."

"Ah, I forgot." Wycombe immediately recovered his gentle appearance in the next instant, but the frenzy still projected from his eyes, burning so fiercely that even Severus could feel the blazing heat Heat that melts everything.

"Lord Voldemort is a descendant of Slytherin and graduated from Hogwarts College. The current pure-blood nobles basically surrender to him because of his personal charm. And the policies he proposed, such as facing up to the development of Muggles, For example, improving the status of mixed-bloods and Muggles in the magical world, such as emphasizing the inheritance of nobles, have all been greatly welcomed." Wycombe's calm voice was slightly trembling, no matter how noble education Unable to suppress his true feelings, he unconsciously used noble arias with obvious cadences.

"Severus, you have to know how powerful he is. Of course, I cannot deny that our headmaster also possesses very powerful magic powers, but" Wycombe shrugged, "from the noble's personal aesthetics, background and reputation We still naturally chose Lord Voldemort"

"Is he so attractive? He is proficient in black arts, so he must be very old." Severus asked casually

"Very old? Oh, Severus, you are offending him too much by saying that. Lord Voldemort is not very old, he is just in his 40s. You must know that Lord Voldemort is a model for our nobles. It is said that his every move Completely interpreted a real sample of an ancient nobleman. Unfortunately, I haven't had the chance to meet him yet." At this time, you may see Severus' disapproving expression, or feel that the frequency of Severus' feelings and enthusiasm is still low. It was not adjusted to the same height as him, perhaps because he felt that he had to correct Severus' incorrect understanding and establish the idea that Lord Voldemort was as high as a monument in Severus' mind.Wycombe's enthusiasm could no longer be covered by the ice shell of politeness and erupted.In the following time, he pulled Severus to describe the great deeds of Lord Voldemort that he knew in the most intoxicating, delicate and devotional style, as if he was describing what he loved deeply to the marrow, willing A lover who trades his life for a little kiss.Starlight shone in Wycombe's eyes, and there was gurgling water in his tone, as if speaking of the name Lord Voldemort, uttering those composed words from his lips could bring trembling pleasure and excitement to his heart.

The rhetoric of the nobleman is very gorgeous, the description of the nobleman is very quotable, the rhetoric of the nobleman is very metaphorical and stream-of-consciousness, when Wycombe is talking endlessly, his eyes are shining and he is trying his best to maintain his image (although he still fails). , even Vermeulen Daoer also participated.According to Vermeulen Doyle, he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Lord Voldemort's back through the door of the manor's study two years ago, and his words drew Wycombe's quick glance full of jealousy. .From Vermeuren's narration, Lord Voldemort's background has incomparable charm and powerful coercion, people will involuntarily bow their heads in front of him, Lord Voldemort's voice is like the sound of nature, with the fragrance of the most mellow red wine in it , People are incomparably intoxicated and addicted when listening to it.

Finally, using Viddy's anxiety in the dormitory as an excuse, Severus escaped from the excited and endless discussions of those few students (students from noble and wizard families added from time to time).Severus hissed, and patted his chest. I really didn't expect that there would be such a fanatical wave of star chasing in the magic world. When those nobles talked about Lord Voldemort, they even forgot all the masks of restraint and modesty.

Back in the dormitory, seeing Vidi's exquisite little face, Severus smiled, opened the textbook and began to do the paper of the day, while describing the life and study of the day as usual.Every time Severus started working on his thesis, Viddy's place would shift to Severus' feet, his head resting on Severus' lap, eyes closed, listening to someone The sound of peace and tranquility, at such times, even a soul that has become restless due to meditation, even a sudden dark and violent thought, will evaporate at this person's side like summer dew in bright sunlight After all, listening to Severus's narration, Viddy's soul was nourished unconsciously.Severus's voice still had a distinctly childlike voice, but to Viddy's ears, the silky comfort entangled in that child's voice was unmatched by other music or anyone else.

These days, the film that separates him from the picture is slowly thinning. It was originally extremely tough and now it is as soft as the thinnest and smoothest silk in the East. In a different world, he couldn't fully devote himself to it as if he was watching someone else's movie.But, soon, those images will merge with him, and he will recall his own memories.Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe sometime, now this Viddy without a past will disappear.Dream bubbles are always the most beautiful and the easiest to pass away.

Severus talked about today's study, talked about his feelings while reading the book, and described the fanaticism and love of those Hufflepuff students for Lord Voldemort.When talking about this, Severus chuckled and muttered to himself, "I don't know what kind of person Voldemort is who they love so much? It is said that he is already in his 40s. Man, he must have gray hair, um, I don’t know if he is as kind as Father Cliff, or as courageous as Churchill?”

Voldemort?A very familiar name, as if, seems to have heard it in some scenes, it seems, it should be his own name, Vidi was a little dazed, hearing Severus speculate that Voldemort would be like Father Cliff, Viddy was embarrassed, he frowned his pretty brows, he seemed to feel some kind of unease, how could Voldemort look like a wretched old man with a bald head and wrinkled face, and Churchill, he was also an old man, right? , Severus' aesthetics are too awkward. (Viddy, this is your bias, bias).

But his attention was immediately drawn to Severus' voice again.It was near dusk, the years were quiet, Seconds was singing the eternal song of time, all the milky white calm and light yellow serenity were reflected in the person in front of him, his Severus.As long as he can be by this person's side, Viddy bowed his head and smiled, everything is fine.No matter what you will be like in the future, no matter whether you have a past that you don't want to accept, just enjoy the golden flowers brewed by every time now.