The day to become the final boss

For Christmas, Harry Potter, who chose to stay in school, received the best flying broomstick, Firebolt, and a former Azkaban prisoner godfather who will become a big dog, terribly thin and laugh like a dog. .

Snape scoffed at Black's generosity - that's right, it was generosity, something that Lucius could call a luxury toy that kept all the poor at bay, and the price would definitely not be less than 100 Galleons.

I wonder if Blake, the penniless prodigal who has been in Azkaban for more than ten years, took something from the old house and sold it?

"Oh, Severus, it's Christmas, you should be more cheerful—" Dumbledore cheerfully handed Snape a large silver magic firecracker.

The Potions Master, who had a coffin face even at Christmas, grinned and took the lead reluctantly. With a sound of "Bump!", the firecracker made a blasting sound that shook the eardrums, and turned into a lady's wizard hat, decorated with old carvings on the top-this made Snape have a bad association, the Boggart incident At that time, Grandma Longbottom's hat looked like this.

Dumbledore, who always ignored Gryffindor's "innocuous little jokes", made Snape want revenge.

He held it under Dumbledore's nose, his thin lips twisting into a malicious arc. "A Christmas present, Dumbledore."

"Oh, thank you! How do you know I want it?" The old headmaster shrugged his shoulders, took it with a smile, put it directly on his head, and proudly tied a bow with a ribbon on his white beard.

Snape: "...".

There are still very few students staying at school this Christmas, except for the Gryffindor lion trio, there are only three Slytherins.

Neither Snape nor Wanmo had much appetite, and they only ate some appetizers, because the two of them would have a Christmas dinner again in the cellar later—perhaps with two unreliable monsters.Although Snape never understood why they were so keen on having a human Christmas.According to Ferrigues, a long time ago, when it was still rampant in the world, the great Father God of the Holy See had not yet been born from the imagination of Muggles.

As for Fluffy - Snape was sure he was just keen on a much more plentiful Christmas dinner than usual.

Sirius Black and Lupine were talking and laughing eagerly, old friends who had been separated for many years.Black held Lupin in his skinny hands, shook him vigorously, and poured him a large glass of wine. Lupine's face suddenly became like that of spoiled milk.Merlin, under the effect of the wolfsbane potion added by the Potions Professor, he felt that what he was poured down was a whole cup of rotten water.

Black, who had drunk too much, asked Hagrid for another cup—the enthusiastic half-giant foolishly gave him his own cup, and poured a large cup full of it, Lupine's expression changed completely. Success and failure.

Harry liked the godfather very much, he was funny, humorous, and adventurous, especially when he heard from Professor Lupine why the godfather risked his life to escape from prison.

And Ron also likes him very much. The stories of fighting wits with the professors and exploring the secrets of Hogwarts in his student days made the eyes of the two little lions shine.

"Harry, although it's not appropriate to say this, but in my opinion, Mr. Black is obviously not good at taking care of himself. You have to prepare a hangover potion for him." Hermione rested her forehead with her hands, staring at the mess on the table in a daze, Now she regrets it, she prefers to spend Christmas at home--the atypical Miss Gryffindor is a little uncomfortable with the lion's unique boldness, and as far as Hermione is concerned, trying to make trouble, play truant, go out at night, etc. , is not something to brag about.

Harry froze for a moment, he hadn't thought of this question.Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey was also there, and I could ask her for a bottle after the dinner.

——As Hermione expected, after the dinner, the drunk Black had become like a pile of mud and collapsed on the floor. Harry squeezed his chin and poured him a sober potion—Lupine couldn’t bear the stomachache. vomited in the bathroom.

Blake regained consciousness soon after, and there was nothing unusual except a little dizziness in his head.In fact, even if he can't think clearly, it's hard for him, because the portrait was scratched by Blake, and the fat lady who can only live with animals for the time being has been calling him a bear in his ears.

He sat there and stared at Harry in a daze for a while, left the three little lions behind, and took them sneakily to the eighth floor after everyone else had left.

He's going to surprise the kids.

Blake walked back and forth three times in the hallway between the tapestry where Barnaba the Goofy trained the dwarves to dance the ballet and the human-sized vase, and said "I want a place to hide things.", and a strange door appeared there, the little wizard They opened their mouths wide, the magic of Hogwarts is really everywhere.

It was a big room, about the size of a great auditorium, filled with all sorts of strange things—used brooms, tables and chairs, textbooks, toys, bottles, clocks, statues, sofas, Cleaning supplies...even chamber pots piled up like hills.

"What's all this?" This place is like a secret base, or a junk warehouse.

"The hidden room of Hogwarts, when you really need it, just go to the place where I just came in and read what you think silently." Black explained.

There was an old textbook in Ron's hand. He picked it up, looked at it, and then exclaimed in a fuss, "Look, this man's handwriting is exactly the same as the old bat-especially the letter 'T'...err." Just how familiar are the letters?Child==] Hermione took it, she turned it over a few times, and then said with certainty: "This is a manuscript for learning experience—or a tutorial manuscript, and the teaching method is—Severus Sneaker Pu, our Potions Professor." She glared at Ron as she spoke, disapproving of his random nicknames for the professor. "Taught by—Lily Evans."

"That's my mother's name!?" Harry was in disbelief, his first reaction was that the other party had the same name as his mother.

"Well, although I don't want to admit it, Lily and the snotlite are really close... Oh, I think you can all understand who the snotlite is - that's why James hates him so much." Sirius pursed his lips, With a look of disgust, "I don't even know what advantages a gloomy and annoying person like Snotty Man can have."

"Is that really my mother?" Harry's green eyes widened.

"That's impossible, you don't even know how the old bat made things difficult for Harry!" Ron said with a look of eating strange Bibi beans.

"Snotlinger?" Hermione frowned at this insulting title - she knew from Harry that it was because Professor Snape caught the real murderer that he set Black free.There was an obvious displeasure on her face, "With all due respect, Mr. Black, this title is very offensive."

Sirius was taken aback.

But then he ignored Hermione and wrapped his arms around Harry, ruffled his tangled hair and said, "Come on, Harry, tell me how the snot slugs make things difficult for you? I'll get you back." "

"Oh!" Ron looked excited, but also a little apprehensive.

Hermione puffed out her cheeks and blew hard, rolling her eyes.

She decided to ignore them for now.

She cleaned the dust off the tutorial manuscript and put it in her pocket.The little lioness, who is keen on knowledge, was fascinated by the wisdom just after reading a few paragraphs in it-you know, even though their potions professor is the top potion master in the magic world, he never taught them Advanced knowledge beyond textbooks——For a bookworm, this point of Professor Snape is as resentful as his poisonous tongue.

"Harry, you haven't been to Hogsmeade yet? Prohibition? What's that? Rules are meant to be broken. You're a mighty lion..." Black said.

Hermione felt deeply that Harry's godfather was not qualified - she felt the need to speak to Harry in private.

No longer paying attention to what the other three people said, Hermione circled around the huge pile of old things alone - she tried to find some useful books from the garbage mountain.

Slowly, she moved further and further away from them, and then saw an old cabinet with a blistered and disgusting surface, on top of which was a bust of a wig covered in dirty spots, and an old faded crown on top of the statue's head .

It looked like some little girl's discarded toy.

thought Hermione, and she ignored it, turning and walking the other way.

But not long after, the girl's head became inexplicably fuzzy...

The day after Christmas, the wizarding world exploded.

Azkaban fugitives escape collectively! !

Crazy fugitives poured out of the gloomy island prison like locusts. They stood under the moon laughing and crying sharply. The yellow teeth, the crazy eyes in the deep-set eye sockets all shone horribly.

They blew up Azkaban and left the Dark Mark on the ruins, and the phrase - "Merry Christmas!!!!!!"

What is even more frightening is that it is not only fugitives who escaped from Azkaban, but also its guards—the dementors—although no one knows why the dementors betrayed the Ministry of Magic and chose those fugitives. But it is a fact that they fell to the group of lunatics.

The British wizarding world was panicked for a while, and even the commercial street was depressed, as if returning to the dark age when the Dark Lord was the most powerful more than ten years ago.

The Ministry of Magic's assurances couldn't keep cowering wizards out of their homes either.

"Draco!" Draco was knocked out of his head at the door of the potions professor's office in the cellar. He came to deliver his father's invitation letter, but he was knocked to the ground as soon as he arrived at the door.

The little platinum noble raised his head, only in time to see the back of a girl flashing at the corner of the stairs.

At this time, the door of the office opened.

"Draco?" A tall man in a dark wizard robe appeared at the door, his low voice was like an elegant cello.

Mr. Malfoy quickly got up from the ground and straightened his clothes. "I'm sorry, Godfather, to show you the disrespect." Draco raised his jaw at an appropriate angle, and smiled with restraint and elegance, looking decent but not arrogant.

He looked at his godfather. It was strange that the man who had always favored him didn't seem to want to invite his godson in.

Mr. Snape folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the door panel, basically blocking the doorway.

"Father would like to invite you to meet at Malfoy Manor this afternoon—and besides, I think I'll have to spend the rest of my Christmas vacation at Hogwarts." Draco handed over the invitation letter decorated with ornate patterns with both hands.

"I'll reply to your father." Snape accepted the invitation with a blank expression. "You should go back to your dormitory. I think Mr. Malfoy's clever mind should be able to understand where it's better to stay."

"Of course." Draco's reserved smile was a bit forced, Malfoy Manor is definitely not as safe as Hogwarts now. "I'm going back to the dormitory now. I believe that many students will return to school early in the past two days."

He was just about to turn around and leave when suddenly, a white and slender hand came out from the armpit of the professor in black and grabbed the pocket of his coat.

Snape's body stiffened visibly.

"Son, you have something interesting in your pocket—" A handsome man with an oriental face rested his chin on the shoulder of his godfather in black robe——

The author has something to say:

I wanted to think a little more today, but I got stuck on QAQ...

Remember Fat Lady?The portrait of the aunt at the door of the Gryffindor lounge who always forces others to listen to her ugly singing, although she always gives strange passwords, is much better than the temporarily replaced male portrait ==

[They went to the hole in the portrait and found Sir Cadogan celebrating Christmas with two monks, some former Hogwarts headmasters, and his fat pony.He pushed his helm up and toasted them with a jug of mead.

"Christmas-oh-merry! Password?"

"Dirty mongrel," said Ron.

"And you too, sir!" roared Cadogan, as the painting tipped forward to let them in. 】