HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 310 The Lover's Anger

"Go to my room and change your clothes. This isn't yours, is it?" Severus noticed that the clothes I was wearing were a bit old and obviously not mine.

"I think I'll go back to my dorm first; I still have some things to get." I'm covered in marks from last night, and I don't plan to stay at Severus's until they're gone.

"Okay, you should go back to your dorm and get ready. Don't be late for class." Severus wasn't planning on keeping me here any longer; he was also in a sorry state and needed to get ready for class as well.

"Okay." I don't plan to stay with Severus any longer. After what happened with Riddle yesterday, I might still need to appease a few other lovers.

Just as the stone door to the cellar closed behind them, two dark figures darted out from around the corner like ghosts.

Before I could react, my shoulders were firmly gripped by one person on each side, and I was half-dragged and half-pulled into the empty spell classroom.

The musty smell mixed with the sulfurous odor unique to prank props wafted over me, and suddenly all the fluorescent balls floating in the classroom lit up, making Fred's smug smile almost touch my nose.

"Look who we've caught!" His arm slung heavily over my shoulder, his orange-scented breath brushing against my ear. "Our brave and fearless Ayers dared to come out of Snape's lair!" Before he finished speaking, George had already circled around to my front, the tip of his wand hovering above my head, a blue-glowing detection charm sweeping over my entire body.

"Stop messing around." I tried to push Fred away, but he held me even tighter. My whole body was covered in bite marks and scratches, as well as the dark magic Riddle left in my body. Although the dark magic was neutralized by the dragon bloodline, I still felt uncomfortable.

George paused in putting away his wand, his amber eyes suddenly sharpening: "Seriously, are you hurt?"

He raised his hand to lift my sleeve, but froze the moment he touched my skin—there were bite marks and scratches, glowing an eerie deep red under the light of the detection spell.

Fred's laughter stopped abruptly.

The two brothers exchanged a glance and tacitly helped me to the window.

Sunlight streamed through the shattered glass, illuminating the wounds. George's hand trembled slightly as he pulled out the healing spray: "Bite marks, Ayers, are you...?"

“It was my own choice.” I held his wrist and watched Fred bury his face in my shoulder like a wronged big dog.

The twins, who used to joke around, were now eerily quiet.

Fred's breath hit the bite mark on my collarbone heavily, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Who did this?"

His voice was muffled and deep, as if he were grinding his teeth to powder, "Was it the person who took you away? George and I will go and get him right now..."

"That's enough," I interrupted him, my voice hoarse.

George suddenly kicked the old desk next to him hard, sending splinters flying. He then slammed the medical spray onto the windowsill: "You won't even give an explanation? We almost thought you were dead!"

An unprecedented rage surged in his brown eyes, and his usually gentle tone was now as sharp as a knife.

Fred suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot and terrifying: "What did he do to you? Those scratches aren't from ordinary spells! They look more like..." His fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of my robe, so hard they almost tore the fabric apart.

Sunlight filtered through his trembling eyelashes, casting dappled shadows on the bite marks on my collarbone, much like the touch of Riddle's fingertips last night.

I turned my face away, refusing to look into their hurt eyes.

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“Let me treat you first.” George became increasingly annoyed by the bite marks and scratches, and raised his wand to cast a spell.

"Don't use magic!" I whirled around, my back slamming hard against the window frame.

“I carry dark magic within me… I’m using my own power to neutralize it, and your magic will only intensify it.” Seeing the twins’ sudden pallor, I forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: “I’m standing right here, aren’t I? It’s alright~”

Fred's fingers trembled as he gripped my wrist, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed a sob: "Ayers, do you know how long we've been looking for you?"

His rough thumb repeatedly rubbed the crisscrossing scratches on my wrist, his voice low as a broken murmur, "Hermione rummaged through all the forbidden books in the library, and Ron almost got into a fight with Filch..."

Looking at his reddened eyes, I suddenly remembered when I first met them.

When he stretched out his hands, his sleeves slipped down, revealing more bite marks, but he still stroked the brothers' tense cheeks with his left and right hands.

George's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he turned his face into my palm, his warm breath brushing against the wound on his wrist. Fred, on the other hand, pressed his forehead against mine, like a wounded cub.

"It's really nothing." I gently wiped away the tears that were about to fall from Fred's eyes with my thumb. "If I need your help, you'll be the first person I call."

Sunlight streamed through the broken windowpane, casting a halo of light on their golden-red hair.

George suddenly bit my fingertip lightly, his voice terribly hoarse: "Don't carry this alone next time."

His brown eyes reflected the sky outside the window, but they were more misty than usual. "Even if you're going to cause a huge disaster, you should take us with you."

Before he could finish speaking, Fred's voice, choked with sobs, exploded on his shoulder: "If you dare disappear again, we'll turn the whole of Hogwarts upside down!"

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the corridor.

Fred quickly shielded me behind him, wand already in his hand. The door was flung open, and Harry stood in the doorway, his emerald eyes sweeping over my exposed wounds, his jaw instantly tightening.

"Get out." His voice was like a poisoned dagger, aimed directly at the Weasley twins.

This was the first time Fred and George had seen Harry like this. George stepped in front of me, not backing down: "Harry..."

"I said, get out!" A silver glint burst from the tip of Harry's wand, illuminating the entire classroom.

Fred wanted to argue, but George pulled him back by the corner of his clothes.

Before leaving, he turned back and glared fiercely at Harry: "Ayers, if he dares..."

The moment the door slammed shut, Harry was already upon him.

His breath was incredibly hot, his fingertips trembling above the bite mark on my neck: "Did Riddle do this?" Seeing my silence, he suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Answer me!"

“Harry, don’t you know it in your heart?” I reached out and took his hands in mine.

"Didn't you know what happened the first time you saw Riddle?" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pinned me against the wall, brought his head close to mine, and kissed me heavily with his burning lips.

Unlike the usual gentleness, this kiss was filled with an almost obsessive possessiveness. The tip of his tongue forcefully pried open my teeth, as if to vent all his fear and anger in it.

When I let go of his hand, he finally pulled away from my lips, and our breaths mingled together.

Harry gently stroked my swollen lips with his thumb, his voice low and terrifying: "Ayers, remember this, you are mine."

His wand swept through the air, and a silver light entered my body. "If there's a next time..." His forehead pressed against mine, "I will kill him with my own hands."