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Wen Xiu Lord, who was working late at night, suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet for no reason, "A-choo."

After sneezing several times in succession, Wenxiu Lord tightened the blanket around himself and looked at Tom Riddle, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, in confusion.

Tom Riddle was also looking at him. When he saw him looking at him, the man closed the book and lowered his crossed legs. "Wenxiu, are you feeling cold?"

With two spells cast on him, Wenxiu Lord not only did not feel cold, but also felt a little hot.

"It's okay. It might be because of the cold wind during the day."

Just as he lowered his head and was about to continue working, a bottle of potion slowly floated into his sight.

"Be careful of the cold."

Tom Riddle's concerned words froze the expression on Wenxiu Lord's face.

When he was in school and Lord Manor, he drank potions with flavors that Severus had specially improved.

I don’t know how long it has been since I drank a bad-tasting potion. The potion in front of me is obviously the original flavor, and the taste must be hard to describe.

His delicate facial features became wrinkled, and Wenxiu Lord shrank his neck backwards in resistance, wishing he could hide in the back of a chair.

"You don't have to drink the potion. I think a hot bath will be fine."

"Wen Xiu is so afraid of drinking potions?"

Walking behind the silver-haired boy, Tom Riddle lifted his chin and stroked his smooth, white cheek with his fingertips. The mockery in his eyes was obvious.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that the taste of this potion is really hard to describe. The taste will linger in my mouth after I drink it. I also want to have a wonderful goodnight kiss with Fudi tonight."

Not to mention the cold potion, all the potions in the wizarding world that can be taken orally have flavors that he can't imagine or taste.

If Severus hadn't indulged him and was willing to spend time and effort studying the taste, he would rather travel hundreds of miles to the Muggle society for medical treatment than drink a sip of the potion.

It's more than ten times more unpalatable than Chinese medicine soup!

Holding the floating potion and pulling out the cork, Tom Riddle pinched Wenxiu Lord's jaw and forced him to open his mouth.

"My Wenxiu, if you were sick, I would be very worried."

The silver-haired boy was still a little resistant, and the action of being forced to raise his head allowed Tom Riddle to see that small section of the tempting tongue tip again.

The wet tip of the tongue swayed crystal clearly as the boy shook his head, stealing all of Tom Riddle's attention.

With heavy eyes, Tom Riddle's mind once again reappeared the scene of the young man sleeping on his legs at the auction.

With a ridiculous thought in mind, the man brought the potion prepared for Wenxiu Lord to his lips.

"Since Wen Xiu doesn't like the taste of this potion, I'll help him."

Pouring all the potion into his mouth, this time Tom Riddle did not hesitate and lowered his head to kiss the boy's lips.

Kissing in this position is a bit uncomfortable, as one person has to bend down and lower his head, while the other has to raise his head with all his strength.

But this also brought a strange sense of excitement.

The man had long fingers and could easily strangle the boy's breath with one hand. This feeling of control made Tom Riddle even more satisfied.

The liquid medicine invaded the boy's mouth, occupying it and swirling around.

Under the palm of his hand, he could feel the silver-haired boy's Adam's apple sliding up and down as he swallowed, and it felt like their lips and tongues entangled together at this moment.

His palm was kissing the silver-haired boy's Adam's apple.

His respiratory tract was squeezed, making it difficult for him to breathe. Wenxiu Lord's eyelashes became wet with pain, and his tears fell before the medicine.

While things were going on passionately here, the atmosphere in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts was a little weird.

Lily and James Potter agreed almost without much thought.

For Lily, she is of course willing to make her own contribution to the wizarding world.

James Potter didn't expect to make any contribution. He agreed simply because he admired Dumbledore and wanted to become a hero like him.

Sirius agreed very readily. They were going to fight against Voldemort anyway, and Wen Xiu was cooperating with the Order of the Phoenix.

If I join the Order of the Phoenix after graduation, maybe I can increase my chances of meeting Wen Xiu?

Remus thought for a moment and agreed.

In fact, given his status, the best and safest choice would be to reject Dumbledore's invitation and concentrate on working for Vince Lord after graduation.

Can……

It was Dumbledore who enabled him to successfully enroll in school. Without Dumbledore's help, he might not even have the chance to meet Vince Lord in his life.

So he finally agreed.

"Principal Dumbledore, I am willing to join the Order of the Phoenix after graduation, but I will not use the funds and power of the Lord family. I may be busy after graduation in the future."

Of course he believed in Dumbledore, but what if there was an emergency? He still had to take precautions in advance.

Just because Dumbledore can trust it doesn't mean that other people in the Order of the Phoenix can trust it.

The Lord family is very powerful, and Remus, who has seen too many dark sides of society, doesn't believe that others won't have any bad intentions towards him.

Dumbledore stroked his beard and said lovingly, "This is natural. Wen Xiu has already contributed too much to the wizarding world. No one is qualified and can force him to contribute more."

If in the future Wenxiu Lord himself voluntarily gives some funds or alchemical props to the Order of the Phoenix, then, ahem, we should still accept them.

Barty Jr. and Severus, who were sitting on the sofa on the left and right, looked at Dumbledore's smiling face and felt that it had bad intentions.

The hot water in the teacup warmed up and cooled down. During the whole process, little Batty just held the teacup in his hand without drinking a single sip.

With a false and distant smile on his face, Little Barty placed the teacup on the table.

"I'm sorry, but as the son of the Director of Law Enforcement, I don't think my father would allow me to join any organization."

At times like this, Barty Crouch's identity is always particularly useful, and it can also secretly bring him negative comments.

Batistuta said: Why not do such a good thing?

Not to mention that the Order of the Phoenix only cooperated with Wen Xiu, even if Wen Xiu really joined the Order of the Phoenix, Little Batty would not be able to join.

But he will always be loyal to Wenxiu Lord alone.

The boy refused decisively and with sufficient reasons. Although no one present believed it except Lily and James Potter, the fact was that Dumbledore could only express his understanding.

Compared to little Barty who knew how to find a tactful excuse, Severus' refusal was simple and clear.

"I reject."

He even stood up to leave after saying, "If Headmaster Dumbledore has nothing else to say, then I will leave first."

Severus did not hide his disgust for Dumbledore; it was all written on his face.

But the old man seemed to be really blind and called out to Severus who was about to leave.

"Mr. Snape, can you tell me why you refuse?"

Rather than wanting to know the reason for his refusal, Dumbledore wanted to know why Severus hated him.

It seemed that from the first time they met, the black-haired boy in front of him didn't like him.

Severus tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore, his deep eyes were unfathomable.

He said nothing, his eyes shifted to Grindelwald, then glanced at Sirius and Remus, then curled the corners of his lips in sarcasm.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to be frozen, and everyone's eyes were on Severus.

Because Dumbledore was present, Sirius did not lose his temper, but anyone could see how much he wanted to have a quarrel with Severus at this moment.

The black-haired boy didn't care about other people's looks. Under Grindelwald's increasingly dangerous gaze, he slowly spoke to give both sides a decent look.

"I'm sorry, I'm too busy at work. In addition to the monthly fixed potion orders, I also have to make potions for Wen Xiu, so I can't spare any time."

In his opinion, Dumbledore was simply impressed by his talent for potions.

If you want the potion, just place an order and buy it. If you want him to be your free labor, don't even think about it!