HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 281 Letters of Love Sent to Them

After lingering with Severus for a while, I let him go. He left without looking back, right under my gaze, and I continued reading the letters.

The first letter was from Percy, in which he wrote in detail about how much he missed me, saying that I hadn't contacted him even once during my long vacation.

I picked up the letter paper and quill pen that Butler Chen handed me and smiled as I wrote a reply to Percy, expressing my longing for him and inviting him to go shopping the next day.

After I finished writing my reply, I looked at the next letter, which was from Fred and George. I read their letters together.

The twins first wrote down how much they missed me, and then they reported to me on the many interesting and funny props they had created, asking me if there was anything that needed improvement.

I replied directly that the description in the letter was not very specific, so I arranged to meet them the day after tomorrow to discuss it in detail, and I also took them to see the shop that I had prepared for him.

Next was Harry's letter. In it, he told me that his godfather had been spacing out lately for some reason, and that he felt like Principal Dumbledore was hiding something from him.

They always avoid him at their meetings, and they don't even let him participate in the lectures, which makes him very unhappy.

Also, Hermione and Ron both became Gryffindor prefects, while he was nothing, making it seem like he was being treated differently by them.

In my reply, I reassured Harry as much as possible, telling him not to think that way about the people who loved him, that they were just concerned about him, and that I was always protecting him. I also reminded him that the necklace I gave him represented me.

Then there's Cedric, who told me in his letter that he had joined the company as an Auror and was now frequently learning various skills from the senior Aurors.

This really feels a bit like the feeling of graduating and doing an internship, I wrote with a smile as I picked up my pen.

First, I congratulated him on becoming an Auror, and then I told him to always be careful and to contact me immediately if anything happened.

Oliver's turn was next, and his letter was all about Quidditch.

I'm really impressed with him; Quidditch is practically half his lifeline.

I rubbed my forehead and replied to him, first inquiring about his health and telling him to be careful not to hurt himself, and then writing down all the Quidditch strategies I knew.

Finally, there's Draco, the young master of the Platinum family. His letter was written in a very literary style, which left me speechless. However, it's not hard to see that there's a hint of longing for me hidden in every word.

My lips never drooped as I read it, and then I got a little mischievous and started playing word games. The letter, which seemed ordinary when read aloud, was filled with my hidden longing for him.

After I finished replying to all the letters, my hand felt a little tired from writing. I picked up the amber that Butler Chen had prepared for me and sealed them one by one.

"Arrange everything and send it out." Putting down his slightly tired hand, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Yes, young master." Butler Chen respectfully took the letter I handed him and then left.

I didn't really feel like going out today, so I just took a book out of my portable bag and sat on the sofa to read.

On the other hand, everyone who received the letter reacted differently.

First, there was Percy. When he received my reply, he couldn't stop smiling, and he was really looking forward to our date the next day.

Fred and George, who lived downstairs from Percy, were sitting on their beds reading my reply to them. They jumped for joy because I was going to take them to the shop I had prepared for them. They didn't know how to tell everyone how happy they were.

Harry, who lived across from the twins, received my letter and his eyes welled up with tears when he read the comforting words in it. He carefully kept the letter I gave him.

Next was Cedric, who was on an Auror mission. When he received my letter, it was just the time when he had finished his mission and could rest. After reading the letter I wrote to him, he smiled slightly and let his companions see it, and they teased him a bit.

Oliver received the letter after finishing a day of training and returning to his private quarters. After reading it, he kept smiling foolishly on his bed, and finally fell asleep holding my letter, still smiling in his dreams.

Finally, there's the young master Platinum. He actually wrote me a letter in secret. His parents never knew about my relationship with Draco, so they never told Draco about my relationship with Riddle.

As a result, when Draco received my love letter, he felt himself falling more and more in love with me, and the more he read the letter, the more he succumbed to it.

Life continued to flow gently like a babbling brook, but unknowingly, several people were swept away by an ocean of love.

This day, seemingly ordinary, became exceptionally beautiful because of these quietly budding feelings of love.

Unbeknownst to them, several people have fallen into an ocean of love. This love may be a tender first love, a deep affection that lasts a lifetime, or the initial flutter of the heart upon first meeting.

But regardless of the type, they are like twinkling stars in the night sky, illuminating people's hearts and making this ordinary day shine.

In the warm sunshine, I comfortably crossed my legs and lay in a corner of the sofa, engrossed in the book in my hands.

Those pages were like doors to different worlds. As I followed the knowledge in the book, my mind kept evolving, and the deeper I went, the more my mind exploded.

The branches outside the window swayed gently in the breeze, and the occasional birdsong seemed to be a beautiful melody played by nature for this tranquil reading time.

I was completely immersed in the world of the book, forgetting the passage of time.

Each burst of inspiration, like an invisible thread, tightly pulls my thoughts, filling me with involuntary joy.

I don't know how much time passed, but my stomach suddenly made a slight rumbling sound, which pulled me back to reality from the world of the book.

I looked up in a daze and looked out the window. I noticed that the sunlight had become quite intense, and the shadows cast on the ground had changed noticeably.

Before we knew it, it was lunchtime.

I slowly put down the book in my hands and carefully placed the bookmark on the page I had just read, as if to temporarily put a comma on this wonderful collision of knowledge.

Then, I lazily stretched, feeling all the muscles and bones in my body relax.

In that instant, the fatigue accumulated in my body seemed to dissipate considerably with that stretch.

I stood up, stretched my stiff limbs, and my gaze fell once again on the book that was still open on the table.

I felt a pang of reluctance, as if I had just parted ways with a group of close friends, and was looking forward to the next reunion.

But at this moment, my stomach was protesting more and more strongly, reminding me that I needed to replenish my energy.

I gently patted the book, as if saying goodbye, and then turned and walked out of the hall.

As I walked toward the restaurant, the aroma of food wafted over – the taste of home, the real warmth of life.

"Young Master, Master Snape said he won't be coming to eat today. He said he can't get away," Butler Chen said to me as he served me food.

"Hehe, Butler Chen, don't you feel like you're complaining to me right now? Have someone send Severus some food later, and just say it was my arrangement." I knew Butler Chen was concerned about Severus, so I smiled and went along with him.

"Yes, young master." Butler Chen was just trying to lighten the mood; he had already sent other servants to deliver lunch to Severus.

After I finished lunch, I went back to the lobby to read the book I hadn't finished reading earlier.

I know Severus knows his limits, but his bad habit of forgetting to eat still happens from time to time.

Severus and I went our separate ways all day.

When I finally finished reading the book, I was so surprised that the sun was already setting.

I stretched again; my whole body ached from staying in one position for so long while reading.

This obscure and difficult ancient magic book took a lot of my energy to understand. The ancient runes and mysterious spells on the pages seemed to have their own will, each one challenging my ability to comprehend them.

But when I studied it word by word and finally finished reading it, a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously.

I closed the book, gently stroking the faded patterns on the cover, intending to put the finished book back.

I strolled slowly toward my family's library. The bookshelves stood like silent giants, guarding countless treasures of knowledge.

I carefully moved among the bookshelves, putting the books back in their places, my fingers gently tracing the pages beside me, as if communicating with the dormant wisdom within.

After putting the books away, I suddenly thought of Severus.

He spent the entire day in the alchemy room concocting potions, but he had no idea how it was progressing.

I walked towards the alchemy room next to the library, opened the door, and could faintly hear the bubbling sounds of various potions boiling and the occasional sparks of magic.

A strong aroma of magic potion wafted over.

Severus was standing in front of the cauldron, intently stirring the potion.

His black robe appeared even more somber in the dim light, his black hair hung down over his face, and his eyes were fixed on the churning liquid inside the crucible.

“Severus,” I called softly.

He turned his head slightly, shifting his gaze from the crucible. "You've arrived. This potion is more complicated to make than I expected, but it should be finished soon."

His voice was deep, tinged with weariness yet conveying focus.

I walked over to him and looked at the strangely colored potion in the cauldron, with bubbles constantly rising and bursting.

"Do you need my help?" I asked. He shook his head. "No, it's almost done. Now we just need to wait for it to cool down."

We watched together as the potion slowly stopped churning and its color gradually stabilized.

A barely perceptible hint of satisfaction appeared on Severus's face.

After a busy day, his work is about to be completed.

Outside the window, the afterglow of the sun streamed in through the narrow window, casting a warm glow on the basement, as if rewarding a day's hard work.

I stood quietly to the side, watching Severus skillfully and carefully fill the finished potion into glass bottles.

His hands are steady and precise, and every movement carries a unique elegance.

In the potion-making room, the air was filled with the unique aroma of various medicinal herbs after a busy day.

After he finished bottling, I helped him tidy up the things.

Various used tools and containers with traces of potion were laid out on the table. We divided the work tacitly and soon put everything in order.

Severus placed the finished potions he had painstakingly created that day into a special finished product glass case.

The glass cabinet shimmered under the light, as if displaying his achievements of the day.

After we got ready, we walked out of the potion-making room side by side and headed towards the restaurant.

We didn't speak a word the whole way, but the silence didn't feel awkward; instead, a warm atmosphere flowed between us.

When we arrived at the restaurant, we sat down together.

I noticed that Severus's face was obviously tired, and his eyes revealed a hint of weariness.

Making potions is no easy task after a long day; it requires not only intense focus but also a great deal of energy.

We ate some food simply and didn't talk much.

I knew he needed to rest, so I didn't try to start a conversation. I just quietly stayed with him, enjoying this moment of peace.

After the meal, we didn't linger and went back to our room.

By the time I finished dressing in my pajamas, Severus had just finished showering and come out. The steam around him was like a soft veil, softening his already somewhat aloof features with a touch of gentle ambiguity.

Severus spends so much time in the alchemy room, how come he still has such a great physique?

His muscular chest and well-defined arms, even when covered by a loose bathrobe, still exuded a sense of strength.

I was stunned for a moment until he walked up to me and looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression. Then I snapped out of it and quickly picked up a towel to dry his hair.

My fingers accidentally touched his cheek, and the burning heat made my heart tremble.

His hair was wet and clung to his cheeks. I carefully wiped it, trying to be as gentle as possible.

He stood quietly in front of me with his head slightly lowered, which made me feel somewhat obedient.

The steam slowly dissipated, and a faint scent of blue roses filled the room—fragrance I had specially added to the incense burner.

I continued drying his hair when he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist. I paused, looking at him curiously.

His eyes were deep and intense, as if they held countless unspoken words.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, my voice unusually clear in the quiet room.

He didn't speak, but slowly moved closer to me, forehead to forehead, our breaths mingling.

I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, one beat after another.

“Ayers.” He finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like a soft brush gently sweeping across my heart.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" I looked at him.

Under his gaze, I felt as if I had fallen into his deep eyes, unable to extricate myself.

His lips slowly approached mine, and I gently closed my eyes.

That gentle kiss landed on my lips, like a feather touching them, yet carrying endless affection.

I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his waist and responded to his kiss.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only the sounds of our heartbeats and breaths mingling together.

This kiss felt like an outpouring of our emotions, releasing all the love we usually kept hidden.

After the kiss ended, he pulled me into a tight embrace. I leaned on his shoulder, feeling his strong heartbeat and his warm embrace.

"Go to sleep. You must be tired after a busy day." After that, we lay down on the bed together and fell asleep peacefully.