The day to become the final boss

At 5:48 in the morning, Snape woke up again from the nightmare.

He stared blankly at the ceiling until his heart rhythm calmed down and his brain was freed from the dull despair.

He dreamed those again—dreams that he had killed Lily, living numbly as a walking corpse for atonement, that he had given Dumbledore an Avada Kavavra.

He sat up from the warm blanket, inserted his fingers into his black hair, and combed the messy hair back.The loneliness, suffocating pain and despair that were cast aside by everyone still remained in his body, making him feel that he longed to embrace death.

"Severus, if you need—" Wan Mo was beside him.

"No, no need, if this is really my memory." Snape lowered his hands, letting curtains of black hair hang down his cheeks.He stared at his partner in silence for a few seconds, "Mers—"

"what?"

"No, nothing."

At that moment, he had an eerie urge to say thank you to the god of death—to thank the merciful god of death for bestowing eternal peace on a weary soul.

Wan Mo stroked his slightly sweaty hair, kissed his cheek, and pressed him back into the bed with his slender and strong hands. "You should get some more sleep, you only got 4 hours of sleep."

The corner of Mr. Snape's mouth twisted suddenly, and his deep voice was full of thick sarcasm. "If Mr. Moores can know how to write the word temperance, I think I will sleep far more than that. Also, because of your nervousness and heat, I missed the night watch last night!"

"Oh, my dear, don't worry about these things, didn't Ferrigues go instead of you? Don't worry, even if Voldemort comes over, he can solve it properly." Wan Mo blinked shamelessly, obviously the word "temperance" was not entered in his dictionary.

"..." Snape.

"Actually, you can choose to stand aside from these terrible things." With his arms around his slender and tough waist, Wan Mo rested his head on the side of his neck.

The silky and cool hair brushed against the skin, causing a slight numbness. Snape flinched slightly, "I'm just a wizard, and I want to deal with things in my own way."

"But you now have a choice."

Snape was silent - he did have a choice.

At this moment, Dumbledore's loud voice suddenly came from the fireplace outside the office, "Severus, please come to the principal's office, oh, if possible, can you please come along with Mr. Moores?"

"Severus, you're here. I've prepared some delicious honey tea—won't Mr. Moores come with you?" Facing the neatly dressed man, who even buttoned his high-necked black robe to his throat, Snape, Dumbledore was still wearing slippers, a nightgown covered in dots, and a nightcap with a big pompom on the top of his head.

Snape's face elongated significantly, "Mr. Moores is arranging his appearance, don't you need to undress Dumbledore?" He refused the thick and disgusting Dumbledore-flavored honey handed to him. Tea, "Thank you. For your health, I think I should advise Madam Pomfrey to stop providing you with dental potions."

"Er, never. Well, you can try something else, I got some fun Fudge flies and ice mice by mail order last week at Honeydukes."

"Dumbledore, you called me at 6:00 in the morning just to sell me your disgusting little snack?" Snape frowned, his face full of impatience, and he said rather viciously, "If your The purpose was just to disgust me, so congratulations, you succeeded—but with all due respect, your brain may have been marinated with sugar enough, you can take it out and hang it in your favorite Honeydukes as a dessert for sale.”

Dumbledore choked. He took a long gulp of the sweet honey tea and put his cup down.

The white-bearded old man wiped his crescent-shaped glasses, and the expression on his face became serious.

"I actually wanted you to look at this, Severus." He rolled up his sleeves.

A blackened arm, as if scorched by fire, appeared in front of Snape, and Snape's pupils shrank.

He had seen this arm before, and in his nightmares, Dumbledore had brutally asked himself to kill him in front of the Death Eaters for his final plan because of this blackened arm.

For the ultimate victory, Dumbledore can sacrifice everything, whether it is himself, little Potter, or a Snape who is living painfully as a spy.

"I made a mistake and was tempted by this ring when I got it—I think you know what it is, Severus." Dumbledore took a cracked ring from his pocket, "I Cleave it with the sword of Gryffindor."

"A very clever curse." Snape said flatly, looking at the broken ring. "It seems that Mr. Headmaster took his fate too long to go on a - ah - heroic adventure like a typical Gryffindor? Judging by the danger of the curse, you can't go back to Hogwarts. It's luck—who went with you? You should thank your companion." Snape's fingers slid two inches above the scorched black, and there was a circle of emerald green runes like green vine tattoos on the still normal skin around the same. "His first aid was very timely."

"Severus, do you have any way to suppress the spread of the curse? I have tried many methods, but it keeps spreading." Dumbledore did not answer him, but continued to ask.

"I think so," said Snape, "but I need something back in the cellar."

In fact, even if Dumbledore didn't tell him, Snape could guess who his accompanying companion was-Lucius, because he and Lucius were the only ones who knew the secret of Voldemort's Horcrux so far besides Dumbledore.

Snape knew Lucius well, for Dumbledore would be cursed, Snape could more or less guess Lucius' intentions - Lucius, who has always been cautious, could not have noticed anything while Dumbledore was being tempted by the ring. With a little sign, he had every chance to stop the curse from happening, but he didn't.For Lucius, Dumbledore is just a partner, not a true friend.

Although the Malfoys help the Order of the Phoenix to deal with the Dark Lord, they may also be suppressed by the Order of the Phoenix after the Dark Lord and his forces disappear completely, because they are pure bloodists, nobles, and dark wizards.

"Drink it." Snape put a cup of thick golden potion in front of Dumbledore.

The old headmaster pushed back his beard, drank it in one gulp, and then tightly twisted the features on his face. "Oh, Merlin... this taste, I think I need another cup of honey tea, although I'm already a little full."

Snape's mouth twitched.

He drew out his wand, and uttered an obscure incantation on the scorched blackness on the old man's arm, causing the terrible scorched blackness to fade away at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it reached his wrist.

Dumbledore was a little surprised. He had always known how good Snape was, but now it seemed that he didn't know enough about the master of potions.

"Severus, do you have a way to get rid of it?"

"No," Snape frowned a little annoyed, "if you called me when you first got cursed, I could get it out of your body, and you only need to pay a few fingers. But now I At most, it can only be curbed, and at most one year, the curse will break through the defense line I built on your wrist, turning you into a scorched corpse."

"Then Mr. Moores—"

"I can." Wan Mo suddenly appeared behind Snape, his dark eyes flicked over Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore was moved. He saw Wan Mo, who appeared in front of him for the first time as an adult.

"But I won't help you." Wan Mo smiled gently, but his eyes were indifferent.

"Why, Myers?"

"Severus, his lifespan doesn't allow it." Wanmo touched his chin with his white fingers, and he conjured up a comfortable sofa, pulling Snape to sit down.Dumbledore in this space is shorter than the remaining lifespan in the original book, and he is not far from the end.

Dumbledore looked at the mysterious existence in front of him, and there was a trace of expectation and request in his always deep blue eyes, "Mister Moers, can you give me one more year, as long as I have one more year, I can do many things .”

Wan Mo shook his head.

Dumbledore frowned, he really needed a little more time.After being rejected by Wan Mo, he immediately thought of his old friend Nicole Flamel, maybe he could extend his life?

"You should think about the consequences of escaping death." Wan Mo said suddenly, his lukewarm whisper was like a sudden cold snap, freezing Dumbledore's thoughts.

The white wizard immediately thought of Nicole Flamel's fate, and thought of the foul-smelling figure rotting in the shadows like an evil undead.

The hope in his eyes extinguished.

Coming out of the principal's office, Wan Mo turned back into a teenage wizard.At 7 o'clock in the morning, some Gryffindor cubs had already walked out of the common room.

"Is death really that inviolable?" Snape asked suddenly. "Is Lily's death also due to the end of her lifespan?"

"That's the law, Severus. Although I am the god of death in charge of the law of death, I am not the maker of the law, and the reason why this world exists is because the law works normally—" Wan Mo suddenly changed the topic, "Severus, shall we have breakfast in the Great Hall?"

Snape: "...Of course."

He closed his mouth and stopped talking, he was thinking about some problems.

The savior is still young and lacks experience like a sleepy fool. If Dumbledore dies in a short period of time, he will not be able to take charge on his own.Even if Dumbledore asks someone to kill him, the savior is not eligible to be sent to the altar to fight Voldemort, but if Dumbledore insists on making his own death worthwhile, then the only person is - Lu Hughes.

In the following days, things faintly developed in the direction Snape guessed.

Draco told him cryptically that Malfoy's house had become a stronghold of Death Eaters, that group of lunatics was ruining their elegant manor, and the Dark Lord, who was said to have been resurrected, never showed up.But orders came - Draco was ordered to fix the Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement, and Lucius was given an errand to kill Dumbledore.

Death Eaters want to enter Hogwarts.

Snape tried to test Dumbledore if he had the intention of using Lucius' hand to commit suicide.You must know that Malfoy is not the walking dead in the nightmare who has already abandoned everything. If Lucius kills the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, no matter whether he is a spy or not, the situation after the war will be unfavorable to the Malfoy family.

But Dumbledore didn't tell him the result, instead he was keen to give Snape all kinds of disgusting sweets every time.

Days passed, and the terror of the Death Eaters escalated day by day.Newspapers reported every day where the Death Eaters had attacked again, which Muggles or hempseeds had been killed, and which Aurors had been sacrificed by the Ministry of Magic—by the way, Fudge had been stabbed to death.Fudge, who has been terrified every day since the death eaters collectively escaped, was poisoned by a trusted subordinate who always liked to imitate little girls. The current Minister of Magic is Rufus Scrimgeour, the former pride of the Ministry of Magic. Luo Office Director.Compared with the timid Fudge, Scrimgeour is much tougher in resisting Voldemort's forces.But he is a bit conceited, and he often disagrees with Dumbledore, so although the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix are fighting against the Death Eaters, they are not really all the way.

During this period, Hogwarts also increased the tutoring of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The heavy teaching tasks made it difficult for Lupine, who had "minor problems" in his body, so Dumbledore invited Black, who had been exonerated, to come to Hogwarts. teaching assistant.

Snape scoffed at Dumbledore's decision.

The antagonism between Assistant Professor Black and Professor Snape has been going on for ten years.

However, today, the potion master's level of magic is no longer something Black can resist. Students often see the assistant teacher Black, who is provocative to the old bat, appearing in the medical wing with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

No matter in terms of aura or fighting power, Snape has firmly established his reputation as the most terrifying professor at Hogwarts.

In addition, there is no summer vacation at Hogwarts this year, because almost all parents think that Hogwarts is safer than home. Of course, they don't know the charred arm of the greatest white wizard of this century, and there is a certain place in Hogwarts. Two evil Horcruxes—yes, two—were also secretly destroyed in one room.Sirius brought the pendant Horcrux that his younger brother Regulus exchanged for his life from Blake's hometown. Harry Potter opened it with Parseltongue, and Dumbledore destroyed it with his sword.

June.

Draco told Snape that the Vanishing Cabinet had been repaired.

——I am a small theater I haven’t seen for a long time:

"Damn it, Moores, I told you not to use that name!" Headmaster Snape's annoyed voice came from the Potions Professor's office.

"Severus, what's wrong with that name? How about we change it—Cecrops? Keris? Diablo? I think these are all good." Wan Mo said with a smile.

Ferrigues nodded obsequiously beside him, while Flaffi was bouncing on the floor, repeating the last two words of his master: "Not bad, not bad."

Snape was trembling with anger, "...too bad, it's not as good as the current one!"

Inexplicable old Potter: "Lily, what are they arguing about?"

Lily: "I'm trying to name the baby."

Old Potter: "Name...what was the first name?"

Lily spread her hands: "I heard Moers call that kid Hades."

The author has something to say: I am a snail desperately ending...

About the name of the small theater: Cecrops: The legendary first king of Athens, with a human body and a snake's tail.

Keres: The ecstasy messenger in Greek mythology.

Diablo: == Big Pineapple...Dark God of Destruction...I can only say that Mo Mo's bad taste has committed again.