HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 245 Substitute for Severus

"Great!" The young Gryffindor wizards were overjoyed, as today's Potions class was the only one in history where no points were deducted and no homework was required.

In fact, the young Slytherin wizards were also very happy, but they had to maintain their manners and wouldn't show it like the Gryffindors.

Looking at the group of young wizards in front of me, I smiled and picked up my textbook to leave.

“Ayers, can I talk to you alone?” Harry, unusually, mustered up the courage to walk up to me and talk to me.

"What's up, Harry? Is there something you need?" I was a little surprised that Harry would need to see me; I was planning to go back to the cellar to check on Severus.

"I wanted to talk to you about the final event of the Triwizard Tournament." Actually, Harry missed Ayers a bit; after what happened that day, he realized he was becoming a little clingy to Ayers.

"Is that really so, Harry?" Looking at the man in front of me with his head resting against the wall and his bright red ears slightly showing, I could guess what Harry was thinking. I smiled and leaned close to his ear to say something that only the two of us could hear.

"Hmm~" Harry felt like he couldn't quite hear what Ayers was saying in his ear; he was feeling a little dizzy.

"Wait for me in the prefects' bathroom tonight. I think we can talk while we take a bath," I said to Harry with a smile. This wasn't the place to discuss things in detail, especially since Ron and Hermione were still waiting for Harry outside.

I glanced at the two people standing outside the classroom waiting for Harry.

"Hmm~" This time, Ayers spoke a little further away from his ear, giving Harry a moment to catch his breath. He could finally hear what I was saying, and Harry showed a hint of happiness at the prospect of our date.

Then, with a slight blush, she left the classroom, leaving with Ron and Hermione.

After leaving the potions classroom, I went to the kitchen and made some food myself, putting it in my bag before heading to Severus's cellar office.

I opened the cellar door without any hindrance, but didn't see Severus sitting at his desk. I locked the door from the inside, not wanting anyone else to disturb me.

He took out a tray, carried the food, and headed towards Severus's lounge.

The room was just as it had been when I left, with a small lamp casting a soft, dim light, like a thin veil gently enveloping the entire room.

The light was not dazzling, but it was enough to dispel the darkness and give people a sense of security and warmth.

Severus was fast asleep beside the bed.

He lay on his side, one hand slightly bent, resting under his cheek, as if guarding a beautiful dream.

His hair was a little messy, with a few stray strands casually falling on his forehead, as if they had been blown about by the wind.

The strands of hair shimmered slightly under the light, as if they contained tiny, hidden stars.

A few loose strands of hair slipped from his forehead, casually draped over his fair face, adding to his languid air.

The blanket covered him, revealing his beautiful and slender neck, like an elegant swan, only slightly marked with red marks.

His breathing was light and slow, his chest rising and falling slightly, like the subtle ripples on a calm lake.

His face appeared exceptionally soft under the light.

His eyebrows were thick and straight, now quietly relaxed, like two resting willow leaves, with the ends naturally slightly raised, carrying a hint of heroic spirit even in his sleep.

Beneath her tightly closed eyes were two faint shadows.

His long eyelashes, like two small fans, cast fan-shaped shadows on his cheeks, occasionally trembling slightly with his even breathing, as if chasing something beautiful in a dream.

The high, straight nose stood out like a mountain peak in the center of his face, with smooth and firm lines, adding a three-dimensional feel to his entire face.

The nostrils flared slightly rhythmically with each breath, like a tiny bellows playing a subtle melody in the still air.

His lips were slightly pursed, with a faint pink hue, like a cherry blossom bud about to bloom.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream, perhaps a dream filled with warm sunshine, fragrant flowers, and the beauty of being with him.

A soft breath occasionally escaped from her lips, a breath carrying a hint of warmth, like a spring breeze gently caressing the surrounding air.

The lines of her cheeks are soft yet strong, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by an artist.

At this moment, her skin glowed with a healthy sheen under the light, with a slight blush, like a ripe apple, making one want to gently touch it.

With her chin slightly raised and clean, sharp lines, she exudes a calm and confident aura.

With broad and strong shoulders, the side-lying position caused one shoulder to shrug slightly, highlighting the firm muscle contours, as if containing endless power.

The blanket partially covered his body, revealing only his broad chest, which rose and fell rhythmically with his breathing, like gentle ripples on a calm sea.

Looking at his sleeping profile, all the fatigue and stress of the day seemed to vanish in that moment.

He was like a quiet guardian, radiating a reassuring aura even in his sleep.

It makes you want to quietly stay by his side and watch him enjoy a moment of carefree bliss in this peaceful time.

I walked gently to the bedside, squatted down, and gazed tenderly at his face, as if I wanted to imprint this moment of him deeply in my mind.

However, it was already lunchtime, and sleeping on an empty stomach would definitely be bad for his stomach. With that in mind, I placed the lunch I brought in on the table, raised my hand, and gently stroked his black hair with my fingertips, while calling out in a low voice, "Severus, wake up, eat something before you sleep."

He didn't react, still lost in his dreams.

I increased the pressure on his head slightly, gently stroking it, and raised my voice a little higher: "Baby, how about you get up and eat something?"

This time, he stirred, his brows furrowing slightly as if trying to resist being woken up. He mumbled a few indistinct words, then turned over and faced away from me.

I sighed helplessly, knowing he was truly exhausted. But I couldn't just give up, so I went around to the other side of the bed and called to him softly again, "Get up, eat something to fill your stomach, otherwise your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with drowsiness and confusion. It took him a while to fully wake up. When he saw me, he gave me a tired smile and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm so sleepy."

I touched his face tenderly and said, "Just eat a little, it'll be quick."

He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

I helped him sit up, turned around and picked up the hot porridge and side dishes that had been prepared beforehand from the table next to me, and brought them to him.

He took it and ate it slowly but very seriously.

I sat to the side, watching him, my heart filled with mixed feelings.

On the one hand, I felt guilty for disturbing his sweet dream, and on the other hand, I was relieved that he listened to my advice and ate something.

After he finished eating, I took the bowl and chopsticks from him and poured him a glass of warm water.

He drank some water, leaned back against the pillow, and, regaining some of his senses, said softly, "Ayers, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you today."

I smiled at him, gently patted his hand, and said, "It's all my fault. You should rest well today. I'll take care of everything for you."

"Hmm." He sat and rested for a while, then started to feel sleepy again. I helped him lie down to rest, and he closed his eyes with a slight smile on his lips before quickly falling asleep again.

I sat by the bed, quietly watching over him.

When it was time to prepare for class in the afternoon, I quietly stood up, picked up my textbook, and left.

In the afternoon, I taught a potions class for older students. Since I'm familiar with the curriculum from grades 1 to 7, teaching them was a breeze. As a result, when I left after class, they all teased me recklessly.

I skipped my own class today to cover for Severus, and now I have to write a paper for the teacher who taught today's class.

While I was writing my paper at Severus's desk, Severus, dressed casually, finally emerged from the lounge after a good night's sleep.

"Ayers." Severus felt that today was the most comfortable sleep he had had in a long time, with nothing bothering him.

"Severus, have you rested enough?" I put down my quill pen when I saw Severus come out after waking up.

"Hmm, I was a little thirsty, so I came out to get some water. Didn't you assign any homework to the little wizards today?" Severus walked over to me, drinking from his water glass. He frowned and asked when he saw that I was working on other professors' assignments instead of grading my own Potions homework.

"Their potion-making skills were pretty good today, so I didn't assign them any homework. You can also take a break and don't have to grade any assignments." I quickly wrote the last sentence of my paper and packed everything into my portable backpack.

"I assigned homework to keep them from running around, otherwise I'd have to clean up their mess afterwards." Severus saw that I had finished tidying up and thought there was nothing more to see, so he sat down on the sofa.

“Even if you assign them a ton of homework, they’ll still go out and wander around, and you’ll end up exhausted grading all that messy work.” I laughed as I sat down next to Severus and started massaging his lower back with my paw.

"Don't move around. You've already massaged me today, and I feel fine now." Ayers was truly a wonderful partner to Severus, always putting his needs first and taking care of everything perfectly.

"You look really good. Why don't you show up in the Great Hall or the Great Hall later? I won't bother you tonight." Severus had made an appointment with Harry and hadn't shown up all day; the gossipy young wizards at Hogwarts had probably already told him several versions of the story.

"Okay, I'll go tidy myself up first. Just close the door when you leave." Severus's personality has really changed drastically. He's nothing like the gloomy Severus I knew in my previous life.

Watching Severus's departing figure, I took out some food from my portable backpack, ate it quickly, and left the cellar.

To avoid being discovered, I cast a 'confusion spell' on myself and leisurely made my way to the prefect's washroom.

When I arrived at the bathroom, I hadn't seen Harry yet, so I went in first.

Pushing open the bathroom door, a warm, humid atmosphere wafted out, mixed with a faint lavender scent, instantly easing my tense nerves.

The dim yellow wall lamps emitted a soft glow, illuminating the marble floor and walls in a dreamlike way.

The huge bathtub is in the center of the room, like a tranquil lake.

The poolside is inlaid with exquisite mosaics depicting various fantastical creatures, shimmering with a mysterious luster under the lights.

I gently waved my wand and chanted a spell. The bath began to fill with steaming water, and layers of delicate bubbles rose to the surface, like light clouds.

I slowly took off my clothes and immersed my body in the warm water.

The hot water enveloped every inch of my skin, like a pair of gentle hands, softly massaging my aching muscles.

His tense body gradually relaxed, and he let out a contented sigh.

I closed my eyes, leaned against the edge of the bathtub, and let my thoughts drift.

The day's busyness flashed through my mind, but at this moment it was all gradually washed away by the warm water.

The magical water in the bath gently surged, massaging my back and limbs, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

Looking up, the night sky painted on the ceiling seemed almost real.

The twinkling stars and drifting clouds moved slowly, in sync with the sky outside.

Occasionally, a shooting star streaks across the sky, leaving a dazzling trail. I reach out, wanting to touch the illusory starry sky, and water droplets slide from my fingertips, splashing up tiny ripples.

Various magical spices and essential oils were laid out on the stone table next to the bath.

I picked up a bottle of rose essential oil and gently dripped a few drops into the water.

Instantly, the air was filled with a rich and sweet floral fragrance, which intertwined with the fresh scent of lavender, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

In this tranquil space, I fully enjoy my time alone.

Without the pressure of heavy academic studies or the distractions of social life, I am accompanied only by warm water, fragrant aromas, and soft light.

At that moment, the world seemed to stand still, and all weariness dissipated with the rising steam.

I soaked in the bathtub, immersing myself in the tranquility and comfort, allowing my body and mind to completely relax.

Gradually, he lay down by the pool, closed his eyes, and took a short breath.

Not long after I arrived, I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Harry tiptoed into the bathroom and locked the door from the inside.

I smiled as I watched Harry sneaking around, lying there watching him. He was even cuter without his glasses.

As soon as he closed the door, Harry turned around, still savoring the privacy brought by the soft "click" of the door closing.

However, when his gaze casually swept forward, he was instantly frozen in place, his breath catching in his throat.

A figure lay quietly by the warm water pool not far away.