The day to become the final boss

Night falls.

After a sweltering day, the first muffled thunder finally sounded in the gloomy sky, and the pedestrians on the road quickened their pace.The old newspapers, blown up by the strong wind, swirled under their feet, and then there was a terrible thunderbolt, and the rain fell in torrents.

A teenager ran to a certain mansion to take shelter from the rain in embarrassment. He rubbed his brown hair that was drenched in water and complained about the damn weather.Suddenly, another flash of lightning illuminated the darkness all around, and the pale light set off the overgrown weeds around the mansion, the large rusty iron gate and the peeling-painted house number so gloomyly.

The boy's eyes widened and he stared at the name on the doorplate. He opened his mouth wide and let out a terrified scream, ignoring the pouring rain and quickly fled from the front of the house.

This is Nico.LeMay's mansion, the famous haunted house.Because it is so famous, no one dares to live nearby, and the area is completely dark at night.

The heavy rain didn't last long, and after a while, the rain stopped.The dark clouds in the sky were scattered by the strong wind, revealing the moon like a golden disc, and the cold moonlight blanketed the earth.

From the dark shadows, a slender figure came out soundlessly. He had the face of a teenager, and his pitch-black eyes seemed to be able to absorb all the darkness.He pierced through the thick gates like a ghost, and the gates of the mansion and the magical defenses of the house were nothing before him.

There was no light in the dark mansion, and the moonlight shone faintly through the gaps in the thick curtains of the windows.Dust accumulated everywhere in the house, the expensive and elegant furniture seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, an indescribable strange smell wafted in the air, and even spiders did not grow here.

In some dark corner, a rotting mass huddled there, the walls and wooden floors behind it corroded by disgusting rot.

"Nicole Flamel." The boy's deep and silky voice was strangely cold.

The thing huddled in the corner moved, then paused.

"Is 'Undead' wonderful?"

The boy's cold sarcasm seemed to have touched a nerve somewhere in that thing. It struggled violently, and a severely decayed limb protruded from the filthy rags covering itself, making a hoarse sound of "ho, ho" .

He can no longer speak, his vocal cords have been severely corroded.

He struggled to move his position, but his lower limbs had been eaten away by the insect repellent.

Through the faint light, you can see the light of intense desire bursting from the eye sockets of the withered humanoid skeleton.The pursuit I once thought was the greatest dream of human beings, the escape from death I once abandoned my conscience in exchange for millions of souls, now I think of it as a nightmare.

He is so longing for rest, he longs for death to accept his dirty soul again, he wildly hopes to get out of this rotten body, even if the soul is thrown into hell.The rotten fallen man stared at the young man in front of him exuding the peaceful breath of death. He stretched out his foul-smelling claws, let out a terrible howl from his throat, and his dry eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, trying to catch him. something.

give me...give me...please...

The boy stood indifferently in a place he couldn't touch, his dark eyes seemed to have never had any emotion of life.

—please—give me death—

"Vincent Snape!" The white fingers tapped on the table with proper force.

Dark eyes opened.

What came into view was Professor Malfoy with his elongated face.

"Very well, Mr. Snape, can you repeat what I just said?"

Vincent stood up slowly from his seat, and he looked at the blackboard. The gorgeous cursive characters on it stretched out graceful arcs on the blackboard like carved works of art.

"Okay, professor, you just talked about the magic pattern on the altar of the ancient Roman temple..."

Under the table, a shiny lavender silky tentacle was wrapped around the boy's fingertips - it came from the boy's classmate Daniel. Daniel had a pair of big, watery and beautiful dark purple eyes. Something dusty stuffed happily into it.

"Snacks in class, 2 points will be deducted from Ravenclaw." The sharp-eyed Professor Malfoy caught him immediately.

Daniel blinked his big purple eyes and swallowed what was in his mouth.

Then he frowned his delicate eyebrows, his head drooped, and a pitiful look appeared on his pink face.

Professor Malfoy let him go with a curl of his lips, and continued to listen to Mr. Snape's retelling.

Daniel's silky tentacles wrapped around Vincent's fingers rubbed twice.

[Vincent is too bad~ What is that, it's so unpalatable~]

[Oh, come on, Flafe, I just received it. It was supposed to be a more delicious fallen soul, but my dad spoiled it--] [嘤嘤嘤, bad guy! ! ]

[Good boy, please ask Dad for favors later. ]

"Eat?" Wan Mo, who was sipping tea, looked at the sea urchin ball that had turned into a round and small shape—in fact, he should have renamed the sea urchin ball trash can instead of Fluffy in the first place.

Fluffy's little tentacles rubbed his belly aggrievedly, while Ferrigas laughed "quack" beside him.

"Why did you think of giving Nicole Flamel his death, Vincent?" Wan Mo put down his teacup, his slender legs gracefully folded, and his white fingers were placed softly on his chest in a tower shape.

"I feel a very strong expectation - I have never seen any soul so eager to die." Vincent opened his face, he did not dare to meet his father's black eyes, the darkness overflowing from those eyes at the moment made him Chills down my spine.

"I thought he should enjoy 'immortality' in that decayed body until his body was completely destroyed—"

The two monsters trembled slightly, and they had moved from the table to under the coffee table.

Vincent's face turned pale.

"You are my child... All pity is superfluous when you represent death."

A gentle tone, a gentle smile, but this kind of gentleness carries a terrible pressure.

In fact, compared to Wan Mo, this child is more like Snape, the only thing that is indifferent is his appearance.

The door opened suddenly, and it turned out that the dark-faced Mr. Snape had returned to the cellar.His dark eyes scanned the sea urchins and lizards hiding under the coffee table, as well as Vincent standing stiffly in front of Moores. "What's the matter, Mers?" He frowned.

"Oh, dear, it's nothing serious, it's just that little Mr. Snape gave Fluffy some nasty food—"

"Aha, is there anything in this world that can test the stomach of a monster?" Snape straightened his robe, turned around and rummaged in the potion storage room.

"Uh, let's not talk about this—my dear, what were you worrying about just now?" Wan Mo stood up from the sofa, patted Vincent on the shoulder, and walked towards his lover.

Snape pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows. "The great Quidditch star Potter is having a difficult delivery. I have to send some special potions to St. Mungo's, ah - midwifery."

"Wow." Wan Mo blinked, "Are you going now?"

"certainly--"

"Okay, let's go together."

The moment Wan Mo held Snape's hand and was about to move away, the tall man in black robe turned around and said, "Vincent, don't forget to finish your homework."

A black light flashed past, and the two adults disappeared.

Baby Vincent shrugged and said to the two who crawled out from under the coffee table: "It's great to have a father in this world, isn't it?"

"Oh, believe me—it's the luckiest thing in the world."

The author has something to say:

This time, it's really over, do you feel like watching a ghost movie~~~

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