The day to become the final boss

Draco's expression froze for a moment.

While he was in a daze, nimble fingers had already found an old and faded crown from his pocket.

Draco regained consciousness immediately, and at the same time, cold sweat dripped down his back.He didn't even know how it ended up in his pocket.The scene of being bumped into earlier flashed through the mind of the little platinum nobleman, as well as the back view of that girl. That was Hermione Granger, and she was the only girl staying at school for Christmas.

"You should go back, Draco." Snape said deadpan.

Draco bowed slightly, and before he left, he still couldn't help but glanced at the man who looked like his godfather with a friendly smile and a gentle smile——Merlin, only then did he realize that the man's other arm was wrapped around the godfather's waist.

This is a man's way of expressing possessiveness.The little platinum nobleman remembered the ring that his godfather had always worn on his left ring finger.

I don't know if my father knew about it?For so many years, he has never heard from his father that the godfather has a lover. I don't know if this powerful man is reliable enough? ——That’s right, that’s a powerful man. It’s not easy for a man with a gentle smile to notice the foreign object in his pocket in that situation.

Think about the powerful arm around Snape's waist in the black robe, and the fact that the devil professor Snape actually hides such a thin waist under the cover of the wide wizard robe... For some reason, Draco's thinking suddenly became strange I turned a corner and went to a very strange place in my mind.

Cough, regardless of how the Platinum nobles make up their minds, let's continue to look at the two people in the potion office.

Snape frowned at the diadem on the desk.

The Potions Master, wearing thick dragonskin gloves, examined the item carefully.This is a rather old thing, and the smooth metal surface on the inside is also carved with fine and repeated magic circles. It seems to be an auxiliary alchemy ornament, but it is made into a black magic tool. I don’t know who wanted it. What's the point of giving it to Malfoy.

"The crown of Ravenclaw." Wan Mo said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Snape raised his head abruptly, stared at Wanmo for a moment, and then curled his lips—he realized that he had asked unnecessary questions. Moers had contacted the Hogwarts Big Four before, Even gave them great help.

"That's right." Wan Mo hooked his finger lightly, the crown floated in the air, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "One of Rowena Ravenclaw's favorite alchemy trinkets, it keeps your mind sane. But now it has an extra function - to share your mind with a broken soul."

"Is this a sojourn object of a dead spirit?"

"No, the owner of the soul is still alive. You have seen someone divide his soul into several parts."

"Damn it, who would be stupid enough to divide his soul—" Snape fell silent suddenly. He remembered that when he was young, Ferrigas had shown him the methods of monsters to lure souls. One of them was to let the prey divide his own soul. Souls, let them be willingly divided to leave only the tastiest and darkest parts.

He still remembered that Ferriges squinted his vertical pupils and laughed loudly at those stupid black wizards who didn't know why they actually recorded this ritual of splitting souls on parchment, thinking that this dangerous method could gain power and eternal life.

"...is it Voldemort?" Considering the Dark Lord's increasingly powerful magic power and chaotic behavior in those years, as well as his need for soul stabilizers, such a result is not difficult to guess.

Wan Mo snapped his fingers, and a faint figure appeared in front of them.

Tom Riddle, a half-blood wizard, half of his blood is ancient and noble, and the other half is so dirty and vile.He has an excellent mind and talent, but he still can't get what he should have, no matter how hard he tries, he can't get some people's recognition.

Until one day, he was bewitched by ancient and remote black magic.

Cut off part of the soul at a time, cut off part of the memory and emotion at a time, and separate all rationality and complex thoughts. In the end, only the magic power of the dark attribute and desire itself are left in that body.

Voldemort, with his young and handsome face, watched the two quietly, his eyes were dark and clear, not the crazy scarlet.

He just looked at the two people and didn't speak, because he knew that he was in an absolute disadvantage, and speaking indiscriminately when the other party's wishes were unclear would make his situation even more disadvantageous.

"Tom Riddle?" Wan Mo's faint voice revealed some inexplicable coldness, which spread in the air like a wisp of mist, as if it could freeze the soul.

Voldemort's translucent figure turned pale, and he seemed to hear himself freezing.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Even when he exhaled, there was something like the white mist exhaled by a living person outside in the cold winter.

"My partner would like to know why you came to Malfoy?"

"...May I meet Malfoy's current Patriarch first?"

Lucius sat on the sofa in the living room, and the comfortable sofa couldn't relax his tense brain.The collective prison escape of Azkaban's prisoners was definitely beyond his expectations. This sudden news made many of his plans need to be overthrown and rebuilt.

He had sent Draco back to Hogwarts, where his dragons were much safer.Lucius, unlike others, didn't think Hogwarts was perfectly safe, and he didn't think the Dark Lord would back down just because Dumbledore was there - oh, come on, a Portkey would be enough to kill the greatest White House of the century. To take the Savior away under the nose of the wizard, in the eyes of this insidious Slytherin, there are still many loopholes that Hogwarts can take advantage of.

He trusted Severus.

Or it could be Severus' love for Draco and the strength of his non-human partner.

"Boom—" The flame in the fireplace suddenly turned green, licking the outer wall vigorously, and a tall man covered in black came out from inside.

"Lucius." A deep voice sounded in the room.

"Welcome, old friend—and Your Excellency Moores." The platinum nobleman stood up from the sofa with a reserved and elegant smile on his face. "I'm very sorry to disturb your rare holiday. It's because Sissy and I miss you so much, so I invite you two for an afternoon tea. Today's weather is just right." His melodious voice carried the unique aria of nobles, gorgeous and elegant. easy.

"Lucius, put away your polite words, I think the news I bring is more interesting to you than discussing the weather and afternoon tea." Snape squinted at him with his dark eyes, and his tone was flat.

"Of course, you can always bring what I want to know." Lucius' pupils shrank slightly.

He motioned for the guests to sit down.

"So, my old friend, what news have you brought?"

"A secret."

"What secret?"

Snape nodded to Wan Mo, and Wan Mo took out the old diadem from the dragon skin pocket. "It's about Voldemort."