The day to become the final boss

Headmaster Snape was awakened by the early morning chill.

It took him a full minute to think about why he was cold—you must know that over the years, Moore's body temperature, which has been warm in winter and cool in summer, has almost made him forget what cold is.

"Mers?"

Dazedly touching the position beside him, the cold sheets made his hands quickly withdraw.

Snape woke up suddenly.

He quickly sat up and scanned everything around him, his face slowly becoming gloomy.

This is the cellar, the Potions Master's office.The layout of Snape's office hadn't changed much for many years, and now the layout in this room obviously didn't belong to him - although they were in line with some of his own habits, they looked cold, depressing, and without angry.

He waved his hand to raise the fire in the fireplace, and the orange flame licked the furnace wall, causing the temperature of the cold room to rise slightly.

Snape wore a robe and came to the desk, on which was a stack of corrected homework, the sharp strokes of the pen were so conspicuously drawn on the parchment.Snape looked away from his own caustic comment and the big "T", and finally landed on the name that clearly ended a large jagged essay - Harry Potter.

Porter?Potter is now 35 years old, has just retired from the position of Quidditch star, and is disgustingly tired of playing "true love and family" games with his little brat every day, long past the time of handing over the paper to the professor for correction age.

Snape frowned.

There was no trace of another person's activities in the room, and he even found black spots on his robe that were suspected to have been splashed with potion juice, and there were jagged black and bright stains on the edge of the sleeves.

斯内普眉头皱得更紧，他挥动了魔杖，魔杖的顶端喷出一溜儿的字：1993年11月3日6:07。

In 1993, Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, the werewolf Lupine returned to Hogwarts to be his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and the dirty dementors Claws stuck out of that poor island prison.

Snape walked quickly down the corridor sullenly, and the students gave way.No one likes to suffer when the old bat is in a bad mood, not even brave Gryffindors.Although Professor Snape's face is usually not pleasant, anyone can clearly see that he is in a very bad mood now.

"Ping!" The classroom door was swept open by a gust of wind, and then closed heavily.The students who were chatting freely in the classroom immediately fell silent.

The wrist flicked several directions quickly, the heavy curtains of the window fell "swirly", and Snape's billowing black robe surprised the students—why Snape?

Where did Lupine go?

The little wizards couldn't help but make buzzing noises underneath.

"If I were you, I would choose to keep my mouth shut." Snapela's face was long, the corners of his mouth were pulled down, his sharp eyes seemed to scan the audience with some kind of malice, and his soft and silky voice slid over everyone's ears: " If over the past two years you have not learned to maintain the proper silence in my classroom, then I would love to re-learn the consequences of doing so."

The whispering voices stopped immediately.

Snape let out a breath through his nose.

"Now, review the content of the previous class, and spot check before the end of this class."

The little wizards let out a short gasp, and many children's expressions became bitter, and they wailed silently and lowered their heads to rummage through their schoolbags for their previous homework.

Snape has been a little anxious recently. Anyone who wakes up and finds that the stable life is gone, the son is gone, and the lover who can entrust his soul is gone, everyone will want to go crazy!

——Merlin knew what was going on, maybe the so-called creator knew?

However, Snape was very clear that his experience in the first half of his life was not a dream—he had checked the potion notes and spell records of the previous "Severus Snape", and it was worse than what he had mastered. It's not just a star and a half, he can easily kill this Snape 100 times with the same level of magic power.

This is more like the scene in the previous nightmare.

Twitching his wand, the book on the podium clattered to the page he wanted.

Although he didn't know why he was in such a strange situation, Snape didn't want to do anything at the moment. Compared with himself, there was another person who should be more anxious than him. All he needed to do now was to wait quietly.

"Touch!" The door was opened, and Little Potter hurried in with his head down, begging the kind Lupine to forgive him for his rashness as he ran.

"Ten minutes, Potter—" Snape looked up at Potter, who had turned into a boy again, from head to toe, and then back to his face. Learn to be punctual in other classes. Ten points from Gryffindor."

Little Potter, with messy hair and misplaced buttons on his chest, opened his mouth in surprise, revealing the remaining spinach leaves on his teeth.

"sit down."

The savior showed a disgruntled expression, he stared at him, and did not sit down as ordered.

"Another ten points from Gryffindor for your poor appearance." The dark man sneered.

"Where's Professor Lupine? What happened to him?"

"If you want to ask Lupine, I can only tell you that he is not suitable to come to class in his current condition." Snape replied casually, his black eyes shining a little, "Of course, regarding your insistence on standing in the way of class, Can I understand that Mr Porter is asking for more deductions?"

"No! I—"

Miss Granger next to little Potter yanked the hem of his clothes, Potter blushed, shut his mouth and sat down reluctantly.

"Now, turn to the last chapter of your book, werewolves—"

Well, Professor Werewolf's wolfbane potion, dementors waiting for an opportunity, the Ministry of Magic with evil intentions, the "Lily's child" of the old white beard bee, Blake who jumps from time to time, and always have excess energy, and there will always be The savior who has caused all kinds of troubles, even if he occasionally drinks tea with Lucius, he doesn't worry about it. Lucius here is not his best friend who can be trusted wholeheartedly. The relationship between them is more based on interests. .

Snape rubbed the center of his brows, he had already passed the age where he would be excited or resentful or melancholy about these things, whether it was Black or Lupine, Snape's dislike for them hadn't changed a little bit because of the passage of time - but it also It's just disgust, not hatred. It was already this feeling when I learned the real cause of Lily's death.

Despite the behavior of these two people all the time—especially Blake, aha, very... (passing through a lot of classic words that often evaluate the savior), even after the deliberately planned "accident" that year, To Snape it was just disgust.Back then, he cared more about Moores who collapsed and disappeared one by one in front of him.

When I think of Moers, I don't know what Moers is doing now. He has been in this world for a long time, and Moles hasn't found him yet?

Throwing what was in his hand into the cauldron, Snape paused, thinking about what should be added to this wolfsbane potion today?

Potion is a rigorous craft, and changing any formula rashly without repeated experiments and research may cause serious consequences-but it can also be properly handled in the face of absolute strength.Years ago, the villainous Potions Master took great pleasure in adding little things to poor Mr. Lupine's potions that would do all sorts of amazing things.

What can I add?Fire Ash Snake's Tail?No, used it not too long ago.

"Lizard? Thank you." The Potions Professor took the potion rhizome that had been sliced ​​and happily picked up two slices and threw them into the not-so-good cauldron that smelled of strange green bubbles.

"Do you want Leongrass? It can be combined with lizard lettuce to make the medicine last longer."

"Of course—" Snape, who was enjoying himself slightly, paused slightly with his brows relaxed, then pulled the corners of his mouth down abruptly, and turned around. "Vincent?"

"Oh, father, did you just notice me?" The black-haired boy in front of him smiled, with the corners of his thin lips raised.

Snape's dark eyes swept behind his son, and found a purple sea urchin with big eyes, as if he was dissatisfied, his mouth was pursed and his brows were slightly frowned.

"In fact—the situation here is a bit special, a certain person cannot come down in person, and even a projection cannot come down, sometimes too much power is also a burden—you don't have to doubt, I am just a projection, this body is borrowed Come." The young man smiled and handed over the cut Leon grass again.

The Potions Professor raised his eyebrows and finished feeding the crucible again. "Whose body is this?"

"Draco's." Vincent's slender fingers touched his head, and his black hair suddenly turned into platinum blonde with a back comb. "To be honest, such a thick hair oil paste on the head is not as uncomfortable as imagined."

Snape's mouth twitched.

"Actually, you can think of this as a rare single experience. After all, as long as I can remember, Dad has never been by your side. You can go wherever you want to go. Of course, if you see enough of Dad That kind of old guy may feel the youthful atmosphere of flowers and romance from some young girls or guys." (Aria)

"...I think I'm past the age of being interested in young people, Vincent".Snape gave him a sideways look, and turned to bottle the potion. "If your surname was Malfoy instead of Snape, I'd be more than happy to kick you to Lucius... I can understand what Moores ordered you to do again recently?"

The Grim Reaper, who was watching his lover's every move from somewhere outside, let out a soft laugh. His slender fingers unconsciously rested on the armrest next to him and rubbed lightly a few times, his eyes narrowed.

"...Is it that obvious?"

"Obviously, whenever there's something Moles makes you complain about, you're always hoping for something special between your old father and someone else." Snape sneered.

Vincent shrugged, "Are you really not going to change your appetite? You must know that your lover recently intends to kick your only son to another world, far away."

"Didn't you say that the Creator would take you there after 100 years?" Snape frowned, and he could also communicate across space, so he could go home to visit his father on vacation. "Listen, don't move over there, did I say something replaced your poor brain again, Fluffy?"

Flafe, who was stretching out his little tentacles to touch the eyeballs of some kind of animal on the wall table, quickly retracted, and looked at the Potions Professor with big innocent eyes watery.

Vincent coughed dryly.

"Well, let's not talk about it - Dad won't pick us up for a while, but I actually have a better pastimes than flowers and romance."

Snape folded his arms.

Vincent took out a small golden thing, a round metal case, with a thin chain, and a delicate hourglass in the middle. "Improved Time-Turner—you know that wizards' Time-Turners can only bring the present people back to the past, and reenact the events of a certain period of time, but this..." He fiddled with the little thing in his hand .

Something quickly passed by the two of them, and everything around them became distorted and blurred, but only for a moment.

Then the vision stopped.

"Now you can open that door and have a look." Vincent pointed to the door of the Potions Professor's office.

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"You can take a look, it won't take much time." Vincent smiled.

There was a moment of silence, and as a father, Snape finally decided to give in to his son - well, although largely because potions were really boring these days.He put his hand on the doorknob with the little brass snake on it, and opened the door. There was a light that was completely different from the darkness of the cellar——

"Come on, tell me - what are you most afraid of in this world, Neville?"

"Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again? Louderly."

Voice of Professor Lupine the Werewolf.

"It's...Professor Snape." The boy trembled, whispering in fear.

Appearing in the corner of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, behind everyone, Snape "..." ==

"When the Boggart bursts out of the closet, Neville, it will become what you fear the most. Yes, it will look like Professor Snape, just like the real him." Lupine continued, "But fear not, you can beat him, just grab your wand, focus, point it, and that's it - say 'funny funny' out loud - and try to think about your grandmother's clothes. You'll see Until your most feared Professor Snape is forced to don your grandmother's old carved hat, green clothes and, of course, the big red handbag."

Laughing and whistling, the group of Gryffindors were clearly overwhelmed by Professor Lupine's description.

Snape with a dark face "...==#"

He knew where this was, but why did Vincent let him see this?Maybe he should go over there and imprison the boggart directly, or turn it into a werewolf and howl all over the classroom.

"Ready? Be brave, show your courage, Neville, grandmother's clothes, grandmother's clothes, grandmother's clothes one-two-three-go!" The sparks from Lupine's wand opened Took the old wardrobe containing the Boggart, and the fake "Professor Snape" with a hooked nose, a coffin face, and greasy hair broke out immediately (the closet door), came out aggressively, condescendingly looked down on him from the corner of his eye The child who was trying to hold on to his wand, and every part of his body was shaking, almost frightened.

"Funny-funny-funny!" screamed Neville, who was dumbfounded and finally managed to recover his speech function after several efforts.

The boggart seemed to have been whipped suddenly, and it felt the force of the spell twisting it.Just when it couldn't resist the power of the spell and was about to transform, it suddenly felt a sense of oppression so strong that it was life-and-death. It raised its head, and immediately saw Snape, who was grinning sullenly behind the crowd, as if filled with black mist. Father and son.

too horrible--

No, it can't be changed, and even death can't be transformed by spells-the low-level magical creature Boggart screamed horribly, desperately resisting the transformation in extreme fear.

"Professor—it hasn't changed—" The spell was resisted, and Neville, who was so stressed, was about to cry.

The young wizards began to waver, not so sure about the reliability of Lupine's teaching spells.Oh, think about how disgusting and scary Snape is, some students have already whispered that Snape is the big devil, the boss of the old snake, so the spell is useless and so on.

"Don't be afraid of him, you must be not firm enough, don't you think it has become stiff? It seems to me that your spell works." Lupine said with certainty. "Okay, Neville, one more time, try to think of your grandmother's attire, think of that dress, that hat, and break your fears one-two-three-"

"Funny—funny—" The poor child's voice trembled under the stare of "Professor Snape".

"Professor, it hasn't changed - 5555"

"Wow—"

"Help—" "Professor Snape is scary——!"

Because the restraint of Neville's spell was too low, the struggling Boggart Snape broke free from the control of the spell, and threw himself at the young wizards who were shaking the most, and then his feet instantly covered the cold saucer The scales of that size turned into a huge snake tail, with sharp and protruding fangs growing out, and the snake tail stood upright, as high as the ceiling. Terrible black light emitted from the terrifying eyes, making several little wizards rigid like stones.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Change again, stop——!”

This is really tragic.

The real Snape "..."

He was hesitating whether to cast a spell on the Boggart—it only needed a simple and powerful spell to restore the Boggart to its original state. After all, it was just a Boggart, and all the terrifying abilities were imitated by the little wizard's imagination. , and there was not much substantial harm, Lupine was obviously in a hurry.

However, thinking about how bad Lupine was and how naughty the Gryffindor boys were, Snape put a sneer on his face.

Vincent covered the lower half of his face with his slender hands, his shoulders twitched suspiciously, and fiddled with the modified version of the time-turner again.

The surrounding scene blurred and distorted again, light and shadow intertwined, and then returned to normal.

Snape twisted his face, his dark eyes swept towards his son - in his opinion, Vincent's bad taste was no different from Wan Mo's to some extent.

"Aha, it looks like our little prince is well pleased?" He raised his eyebrows.

The dangerous and silky voice slipped past his ears, and the demigod Mr. Vincent Snape restrained himself in an instant.

He immediately adjusted his expression, and his demeanor returned to elegance.Then in a voice full of apology, he said sincerely: "This was just an accident, please father, trust me, it won't happen this time."

Snape curled his lips.

"We can continue to try, I believe it will be easy to pass the time before Dad picks us up?" Vincent blinked, those black eyes were dark and pure.