The day to become the final boss

On the fourth day of the Christmas holiday, newspapers published news about Death Eaters destroying shops in Diagon Alley and dementors attacking wizards. At this time, most of the students had been sent back to Hogg by the panicked parents. woz.

For this reason, the professors had to end their vacation early. Except for some professors who stayed at the school with Dumbledore, the rest set off to meet the students who had not yet returned.

What Snape went to greet was a first-year half-breed Ravenclaw. Half-bloods were the same targets of death eaters as the hemp seed, so the child's parents had been keeping an eye on him ever since they learned about the Azkaban mass escape incident. Hide her at home.

The morning at the end of December was already cold, and it was raining lightly in the dark sky. Everywhere was wet, and Snape, dressed in black, apparated at the door of the student's residence.

As agreed, he tapped the door's metal handle 4 times 5 times and 9 times, and the door opened a little after a while.

The person who opened the door was a woman in her 40s. She looked haggard and very nervous, and half of her face with a bad complexion appeared through the crack of the door. "You're a professor at Hogwarts?" She was a Muggle.

"Thought—if we didn't reveal the agreed secret signal to others." Snape replied blankly.

"Professor Snape?" A little brown-haired girl poked her head out from inside. She looked a little surprised, apparently not expecting her Potions Professor to come to greet her.

"Mirabella, this professor..." The girl's mother looked at the tall and black man from head to toe, her words faltered a bit - it was obvious that Mr. Snape's serious and gloomy face did not attract trust.

"Mom, this is Professor Snape. Professor Snape is the top potion master in the magic world, and he has amazing dueling abilities." The little girl blinked her blue eyes.

"Oh, that's really great," the girl's mother showed uncontrollable joy in her eyes, "this...Professor Snape, it's really great to have you here - her husband was hurt in Diagon Alley, he Passed out, and I don't know which bottles of medicine at home will help him." She hurriedly invited the man who was left out of the door at the beginning to enter the house, and looked at his expression as if she was looking at a straw.

The corners of Snape's mouth twisted slightly. It seemed to him that his own task was only to meet the students, and there was no need for a guest appearance as Dr. St. Mungo.

But he still put on a long face and prepared emergency treatment for the student's father.

"If so, I would consider contacting St. Mungo's through an owl, and a professional doctor would be sent there." Snape said to the mother expressionlessly, and then took the girl to apparate directly—although apparation would make this The young wizard feels uncomfortable, but this is undoubtedly the safest way to travel.

However, when Snape brought the pale, retching student to the train station, he suddenly saw a terrifying figure standing out of the crowd.

It just stood there quietly, its whole body covered in the lifeless floor-sweeping cloak, without any superfluous movements, the cloak's pitch-black hood concealed its entire face, its skinny, skeleton-like claws clinging to a huge black scythe , exuding bursts of cold and terrifying aura.

However, that terrifying coldness only made those around subconsciously avoid it, without causing any panic or commotion, as if no one else could see it except Severus Snape.

"Professor?" The little girl gently tugged at the corner of the professor's clothes with some apprehension.Snape, who was striding forward, suddenly stopped and looked into the blank space of the group and was silent, which made her slightly uneasy. "What are you looking at? Is something wrong?"

Snape turned his head and looked down at her. Because of the backlight, the expression on his face was a bit blurred and gloomy. The Potions Professor's voice was low and flat. "So—Miss Plunkett, what do you think?"

The little girl obviously didn't expect to be asked such a question, she was taken aback for a while, and then answered uncertainly. "space……?"

Snape fell silent suddenly.

He had seen that black figure--Mers' domain, in his house, in the old castle.Although Mr. Moores was very irresponsible at the time to attribute it to "something similar to a house elf", it cannot deny the fact that it is almost exactly the same as the image of Death in Muggle legends.

"Oh, Severus, look here, here, has it arrived first?" Professor Sprout's voice came from not far away, and she saw a colleague in a black suit in the bustling group, shouting loudly Say hello, with a boy who is presumed to be a third grader.

Snape glanced at the fat witch who was approaching, and was about to answer something, when suddenly, the black figure moved.It suddenly melted into the crowd like melted chocolate, dragging its long black cloak and sliding quickly in a certain direction.

Snape immediately pulled the girl over and pointed in Professor Sprout's direction—"Miss Plunkett, go to Professor Sprout right now! Now."

Then he chased in the direction where the shadow disappeared.

Maybe it's rather un-Slytherin to do that, considering that even though that thing was dubbed a house-elf by Moers, it's as mysterious and dangerous as eating the pet Fluffy.

But Snape intuitively followed the past and found something important.

The black shadow slid very fast, and Snape had to use Apparation in a small area to keep up with it. Finally, it got into a narrow alley.

Snape hesitated for a moment. He cast the Invisibility and Lightness Curse on himself, and walked in with his wand in his hand.

The dark alley was littered with scraps of newspapers and other rubbish. A man was lying on the ground whimpering softly. Several wizards who should be Death Eaters surrounded him and tortured him, wantonly adding new wounds to his body. He heard Painfully begging to laugh.And the black figure stood there quietly, as if watching them.

At this moment, an excited Death Eater pointed his wand at the ground and howled "Avada Kedavra!" in a high-pitched voice. A green light shot out from the tip of his wand and shot at the whining one.

When the unlucky green light was on, the black figure who had been motionless raised a pitch-black sickle——

Green light sank into his body—the sickle cut, and the black sickle penetrated his body. Some inexplicable and complicated things that seemed to be memories rushed out from the place where the sickle cut, and then attached to a On the soul that floats out of the sky.

The frightened expression on the face of the man tortured by the Death Eaters froze permanently for a moment, and the Death Eaters let out even more harsh and rampant laughter.

The black shadow stretched out its skinny claws, it restrained its soul, and then melted into the darkness, disappearing from Snape's sight.

A chilly feeling crept up his back like a poisonous snake, and Snape couldn't help but take two steps back.

At that moment, many things flashed through his mind - such as Ferrigas' "Great Lord -" "Creating life is the complete opposite of the Lord", Lockhart's humility, the monster of hell, death Lily, the strange scenery in Moores's domain, the phrase "it can be understood as a house elf"... Finally, I stayed at the empty and quiet ancient altar in my memory, and at the countless dark stairs that were heavy and stretched slowly. There is a huge throne on top.

The ancient and desolate throne appeared in his mind like a brand, and the high and oppressive sanctity was so clear at this moment.

[not a class. ]

[Know. ]

[Perhaps far colder and more terrifying than imagined. ]

[--Know. ]

[Severus, long lived, is a real old monster - a very old monster. ]

[……Know. ]

[No, I don't know. ]

Recalling the first time he strayed into the realm of Moores, the familiar voice once whispered in his ear with a joking banter—"Severus, it's actually a god—"

"Who's there?!" A scream woke Snape up.

Because of the unstable magic power brought about by the huge emotional ups and downs, his invisibility spell is losing its effectiveness.

The obsidian-like pupils darkened, and Snape cast the invisibility spell on himself again, trying to retreat out of the alley.

"Reducto!" A dangerous red light shot past the hem of his clothes. Of course, it was aimed at the head, but Snape avoided it.While avoiding it, Snape added armor to protect himself.

The Death Eaters approached him with malicious smiles, and some even licked the corners of their chapped lips with stones, "Oh, thanks Merlin, it was another fun."

Snape frowned, his obsidian eyes dark in the dim light.

He raised his wand, which was not on the Ministry of Magic's record, and his voice was low and powerful, with a kind of cold cruelty - "Sectumsempra (Shenfeng Wusha)!"

There was no light or sound of ordinary magic, but one of the Death Eaters suddenly burst into a large flower of blood, and he only had time to make two creepy and strange sounds from his throat, and he fell straight down—he was cut Throat, even half a neck!

The strange black shadow went back and forth again, emerged from the silent darkness, and raised its sharp sickle.

"It's him!" one of the Death Eaters exclaimed. "Remember this magic! It was that mouse! It was the one who killed my cousin outside the gate of Hogwarts!"

The powerful and vicious black magic made the Death Eaters lose their minds briefly, and Snape took the opportunity to Apparate.

He didn't go back to Hogwarts, he wanted to find a quiet place to sort out his chaotic thoughts, and he also thought about why he could see the black shadow of harvesting souls-how many deaths he had witnessed over the years, it was the first time This is the first time I saw the scene where the shadow harvests the soul.