I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

Carl was stunned for a second and then looked up. Just when he wanted to ask Regulus why he thought so, he saw Sever with a "ferocious" look. He clenched his hands slightly and then lowered his eyes. He looked a little pitiful and pulled Sever's sleeve, interrupting Sever's slightly stunned expression.

"Don't stare at Regulus so fiercely. Look how scared the child is." In fact, he was not really scared. Carl just wanted to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere. After all, Regulus still looked at Sever and Carl levelly, with no waves in his eyes.

"Well... yes... yes..." Sever held back for a long time before he uttered a yes tone from his throat. The male voice in the puberty period was a little hoarse. Carl noticed that Sever was not in a good mood.

"Sever?" Carl tilted his head and his heart skipped a beat.

But fortunately, Regulus is still here. There shouldn't be any accidents, right?

No, right?

"Then goodbye, Senior Snape, Senior Carlos, I have a Potions class soon." Seeing the stalemate between the two, Regulus immediately left under the pretext of going to class. Of course, no one knew whether there was a class or not, after all, no one was idle enough to look up the class schedules of other grades.

Well, now the door god who can lubricate the atmosphere has temporarily left the team, which is really life-saving.

"Okay, Sev, let's go, you are hungry, right? I brought extra bread slices, especially for you." Carl raised the brown paper bag in his hand, and belatedly remembered his life-saving weapon.

He shook it in front of Sev like a treasure, and then wanted to take out one of the slices and put it into Sev's mouth, trying to temporarily interrupt his spellcasting.

Sev's beautiful hand immediately half-grabbed Carl's hand to stop him from taking the bread. His hand tightened, his fingertips hooked on the back of Carl's hand, and continued to press Carl's ring finger that was still in the air.

"What's wrong?" Carl tilted his head, looking extremely innocent. He blinked his beautiful blue eyes, but his eyes subconsciously lowered or suddenly raised, as if he was inspecting something.

"I wanted to just skip it, but I think it's meaningless." Sever pulled Carl's wrist with one hand, and Carl's hand loosened, and the paper bag in his hand fell directly to the ground. He looked at Carl's eyes and shook his head in distress.

"Sever, the bread fell!" Carl shouted, and then tried to break free of Sever's hand to get the bread.

"You only care about this bread?" Sever's voice also increased for a moment, which obviously scared Carl, but Carl only hesitated for a second, and then answered loudly.

"Of course? Otherwise? Do you know how much I paid for it?" Carl said, and his face was full of slightly exaggerated sadness, and even his eyes seemed to be about to burst into tears.

"Okay." Siver calmly let go of Carl's hand, and Carl immediately took a step back. This was a safe distance that would never be caught in one step.

"Carl, you are very good at lying." Siver shook his head and looked at Carl as if he was praising him.

"Not that good, I am still very sincere." Siver's words were inexplicable, but Carl felt that the topic seemed to be over and now turned to a slightly safer topic. He rubbed his wrist and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But you will ignore some small flaws when you lie, such as..." Siver's hand moved slightly to Carl's face and gently tapped Carl's eyes in the air, "Your eyes."

"When you are fooling others, you don't look at their eyes most of the time. You will subconsciously lower your eyes, or raise them, so as to avoid looking at other people's eyes."

"And just now, you saw me stunned for a moment and obviously subconsciously avoided my eyes. You ran away from people several times afterwards." Siver took another step forward and approached Carl.

"So I was wondering, why is this? You are a person who is very sensitive to other people's emotions, so you shouldn't be able to distinguish between anger and shock and guilt, right?"

"You know why, right? So there's no point in exposing it."

Carl swallowed his saliva, and finally got rid of his sloppy look. He looked at Sever with a rare serious look, and his eyes finally stopped wandering, and looked straight at Sever.

"Sever...", Carl's voice softened, with some request, "Don't be like this, let's go to the cafeteria to have lunch now, okay... please..."

Well, in fact, he had noticed it a little at the beginning. The emotion in Sever's eyes just now was obviously not anger or anger, but a trace of guilt in shock.

Although it was only a little bit, Carl still noticed it very keenly.But why would he feel guilty? This is very intriguing. It is well known that people with a clear conscience will not feel guilty. What kind of people would feel guilty?

Carl really didn't dare to think about it any more. Sifu...

He...

Hiss...

It's so hard to handle. How should I deal with this...

If it was someone else who refused directly, it would be fine, but Sifu is a very good friend. No matter how I deal with it, it doesn't feel good. It's really hard to deal with. And it seems that he won't let me go if I don't answer. What should I do...

It's really annoying...

"Okay... I won't ask anymore." To Carl's surprise, Sifu did not take the initiative to approach, but slowly retreated to a safe distance. He picked up the brown paper bag on the ground with one hand. Well, the bread inside was not scattered, and it was still edible.

"It's obviously only one serving. Do you really want to give it to me?"

"Ah, this and that..." Carl obviously choked. Usually he could talk to him naturally and then laugh it off, but there was an emergency today, and his wording was a bit stuck.

"Nothing, I'm just kidding you. What do you want to eat? Let's go eat now. A few slices of bread won't last a whole morning." Sever pulled Carl's sleeve as if nothing had happened just now, and pulled him forward. His tone was gentler than usual.

"Ah... um..." Carl followed him forward in a daze. He always felt that Sever seemed to be a little gentler than usual, even though he had just forced himself like a fierce god.

It doesn't matter. Maybe it's a good thing to be pointed out by Regulus. In the past, no matter what Carl did, he looked unaware. At least now...

"Are you shy?" Sever glanced at Carl's slightly red cheeks. Of course, Carl was not shy. He was just like that because of the embarrassment just now.

"I'm not..." This time, Carl didn't raise his head to refute, but silently lowered his head. He didn't let the hand pulling his sleeves put half of his face on half of his face in a panic, rubbing his cheeks. He was not shy, but he was definitely nervous.