The day to become the final boss

From the clues in the golden egg, it can be concluded that the next game is in the black lake.

During this period, the Warriors have enough time to recuperate and prepare for the next game.

Christmas is coming soon.

Since Christmas at Hogwarts this year will be spent with guests from afar, many students have chosen to stay in school, which has led to the ancient castle being carefully decorated by enthusiastic wizards of all sizes The best style in decades.

However, not everyone likes the glittering icicles, the Christmas tree with all kinds of shiny creative baubles, the armor polished for Christmas carols, the sprigs of mistletoe and the garlands of ivy , and that magical cloud that floats in mid-air that keeps changing colors—like Mr. Snape.The moment he stepped into the gaudy auditorium, the principal, who wore a pitch-black robe even on Christmas, immediately wanted to retreat into the dark cellar.

But as the headmaster of Hogwarts, he can't be rude to be absent.

Slapping away a fat, soft, disgusting little angel with an unidentified shape that came forward and pouted his mouth to kiss, Snape's face was so black that it almost dripped ink.

Ron stood beside Harry with a dumbfounded face, holding two of those unknown objects in his hands-God knows, these are the latest products he borrowed from the twin joke store to show off, how could he be so unlucky to meet Sneaker? general.

Snape walked over with a livid face, and the young wizards avoided him one after another.He looked down at the poor red-haired lion condescendingly, showing a distorted smirk, and the old man with a beautiful voice like a cello: "I am honored to inform you——Mr. A student who received a labor service—" Snape's smirk snapped back, his dark eyes piercing enough to send a chill down your spine. "10 points deducted from Gryffindor, report to Filch after Christmas break."

Ron's face collapsed in an instant, his eyebrows, eyes and lips drooped, looking like a wrinkled bitter persimmon.

Snape's eyes flicked over to the little Potter next to him, without stopping, he went straight to where he should be.

"Merry Christmas, Professor." A small voice suddenly came from behind.

It's Little Potter.

Snape hesitated, tilting his head slightly. "Merry Christmas, Potter."

Then he sat in his seat, staring up at the only pleasing ceiling in the auditorium in a daze - on the ceiling was a brilliant starry sky.

The Christmas ball will start soon. This year's ball is different from previous years. It will be led by three warriors. This is a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament and is only open to students above the fourth grade.

Draco's dance partner was a Slytherin girl named Astoria, Viktor Krum chose Gryffindor's know-it-all Miss Granger, and Beauxbaton's half-veela warrior Fleur Then he entered the dance floor with the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain.

To Snape's surprise, little Potter's dance partner turned out to be a man, and a man with good conditions in all aspects - the prince of Hufflepuff: Cedric Diggory.

What was even more inconceivable was that he actually saw Qiu Zhang with the flower of Ravenclaw glaring viciously at Krum's hand on Granger's waist and cursing in a low voice.

As the two opening slow dance tracks ended, the shaggy pop star eccentric sisters in ripped black gowns flooded onto the stage, and their over-the-top chants burst into thunderous applause from the audience. The passion turned the accompaniment of the ball into a loud rock music.

Snape's temples throbbed from the clanging rhythm and the wild dancing of the wizards. He explained to Professor McGonagall and left the auditorium.

On Christmas night, the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost, and the bright moonlight poured on the ancient castle of Hogwarts, which seemed poetic—it was just the opposite of the atmosphere in the Great Hall.

Snape was standing in the snow, he was going to let his mind relax before going back to the cellar.

At this time, he suddenly noticed suspicious movements in a certain shadow.

He frowned, drew out his wand, and walked softly over.

"What are you doing?!" Snape didn't expect such a situation at all.

"Wow, who??" "Damn it—Merlin, it's the principal!!" A couple who were kissing and rubbing passionately in the dark screamed and separated in panic.

Snape's face tended to blacken, he stood up straight, with a serious and mean face, and his dark robe against the light, he looked like a legendary villain. "I'm really sorry, your Potions professors have never been likable. Confinement, for a week, 10 points will be deducted from each of you!"

This poor little couple trembled like two quails under the almost substantive black pressure of Mr. Principal.

After dismissing the two students, Snape rubbed his brows - he could fully understand Filch's complaints now, if a student got pregnant out of wedlock, he would definitely be expelled from school.

Thinking that this mess was left by Black, Snape had the urge to beat the dog.

He sighed, and the sigh immediately turned into white mist and diffused into the air.

Just as Snape was about to turn around and go back, he suddenly found two pairs of legs overlapping each other in the rose garden not far away.

very good!Damn hormones!

With veins popping up on Snape's forehead, he walked over aggressively.

"Ah—hate it!" The gentle, embarrassing scream sounded again under the moonlight as thin as silver gauze.

It was already late at night when Snape returned to the cellar, and his night of frenzied arrests of lovers had already put both confinement and Filch's labor services into next month!

"Oh, honey, your complexion is terrible." Wan Mo had already climbed onto the bed, and was leaning on the bed reading a Muggle novel. "It's like going back to the days of the Death Eaters' madness."

Snape shrugged his shoulders and finished his supper slowly - he had no appetite in the Great Hall before, his stomach was almost empty.

After supper, he went into the bathroom and took a hot shower to warm his icy limbs—he had been in the snow for too long, and his hands and feet were freezing.

Pulling back the soft quilt, Snape slid inside.His cold skin made Wan Mo frown.

"Severus, sometimes you don't have to be too serious." Wan Mo put aside the novel in his hand, and pressed his warm body against it. He pushed away Snape's nightgown, so that there was no excess between the two skins. .

The comfortable heat made the Potions Master's body relax. He didn't answer his partner's words, but his slender limbs clenched to the heat source.

Slender fingers caressed the tired back, and every time the skin touched, a dark halo permeated.

"Don't you think it would be better for those dozen or so ignorant brats to drop out of school?" After a long time, Snape's deep and mellow voice slowly rang in Wan Mo's ears, but it was not clear enough.

"What's so bad about that? Anyway, a lot of people in the British wizarding community died in the past two years. Maybe they can still make a big contribution to the recovery of the wizarding population?" Wan Mo smiled heartlessly, and he hugged him tightly. A lover who asks for a source of heat.

"Do you hate children, Severus?"

"……Do not."

Snape's even and soothing breath came to his ears.

Wan Mo blinked his eyes, paused for a moment in stroking his lover's back, and then continued with the previous action.