The day to become the final boss

Although Mr. Snape's appearance is not so satisfactory, and his personality is not very likable, but his potion talent is beyond doubt.

Regarding this point, it has been affirmed by almost everyone in the past year.

Although he is always ingenious and does not follow Professor Slugher's teachings to brew potions, so that his perfect potion cannot get an A (pass) grade or above.

But what does it matter?As long as anyone with a brain understands that Hogwarts grades don't mean anything, as long as Mr. Snape doesn't die halfway due to an accident or become a squib, idiot or something, this gloomy, poor, eccentric half-blood wizard It was only a matter of time before he brewed great glory from his cauldron, and he was good at more than potions.

Slytherin eyes are sharp - well, at least most of them are.

Slytherins admire nobility and power, but they respect great strength more.After their seemingly indifferent observation period, a few pioneers who were willing to stand up and find some "innocuous" small pleasures for this lowly mixed race after being gently teased a few times, let the little snakes completely understand manner.

No one is willing to easily offend a future potion master. You must know that the number of potion masters in the magic world has not exceeded the number of fingers on a person's left hand in the past hundred years.

Of course, this didn't calm down their dissatisfaction with Mr. Snape's closeness to the little red-haired beauty of Gryffindor.

Ah, and as for the pioneers lying in the hospital wing from a little potion mishap - sincere thanks to them, at least they entertained the rest of the Slytherins.

Snape found that the days are much easier these days, at least he didn't find out when he returned from going out that the password for the gate of the Slytherin cellar was temporarily changed, and the eyes of the little snakes looking at him also obviously restrained their obvious disdain and anger. sharp.

But now it has become a temptation.

Mr. Snape pouted at this, saying that it didn't matter, anyway, his dormitory in Slytherin was a single dormitory, and with the door closed, people outside would think the same.

But he had more entertainment, such as dealing with visitors who suddenly knocked on his door, such as the luxuriously dressed senior Slytherin with shiny hair standing in front of him now.

Lucius Malfoy.

A creature completely opposite to Mr. Snape, pure in blood, noble in appearance and handsome in appearance, guarding untold wealth, possessing brilliant communication skills, always so personable and radiant.

Severus Snape, by comparison, was a musty, poisonous little plant that perpetually grew in dark corners.

How many times has this been a Slytherin prince's visit?

His Royal Highness, who behaved elegantly and possessed aristocratic arrogance, used his pleasant tone to suggest that he should communicate more with his classmates, for example: a Slytherin interior where a lady who is more charming than Gryffindor Lily prom?

Snape was never all for shiny creatures, and Lucius Malfoy was too shiny from head to toe.This made Snape's eyes uncomfortable, but strangely, it was difficult for him to feel any disgust for the Platinum Prince.

"Lucius, I'm assuming you know I'm only 12?" Snape folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the doorway, with no intention of inviting Lucius into the room.

"Oh, Severus, my friend, Slytherins are all precocious, and many marriages were arranged during their school days. Such a good thing should be done early." Lucius is also used to being stopped at the door, Snape was the same to everyone anyway.

Snape curled his lips, "I'd rather stay in the dormitory and write a thesis assigned by the professor than staring blankly at the circling skirts of the slender little girls."

Lucius "..."

What is a little girl with a dry body? ?How do you know if you don't have some "in-depth" communication with them?There is also a wonderful sweetness under the conservative wizard robes - Severus, do you grow hair?

"Okay, let's not talk about this".Lucius smoothed his long platinum hair gracefully, although it was always unruly. "Severus, I heard that you have recently learned to brew a high-level potion? I have to say, my friend, you have extraordinary talent. You are only in the second year. You will definitely become the most powerful potion in the magic world in the near future." The young potions master—"

"Occasional fluke success is nothing, Lucius, maybe in two years you will find that I have no extraordinary talent at all."

An occasional fluke?Maybe, but as a platinum aristocrat with businesses in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, he obviously knows that the supply of high-end potions in the potion shop has increased by [-]% in the past six months.These potions of perfect quality come from some mysterious and different suppliers. Their common characteristics are: male, sharp words, and no extra words.There are only a few potion masters in the wizarding world, and there are only a handful of high-level potion masters. Each high-level potion is complicated from raw materials to craftsmanship, and the price is very high. Where did so many suddenly appear?

The news from Knockturn Alley caught Lucius' attention——"There were two tall black-haired men who came here, and he couldn't see his face clearly. You must know that he wore a black cloak to cover half of his face, but He has a high hooked nose."

From that day on, every time Lucius came to Snape's place, he deliberately paid attention to some small details. He discovered that the skinny black-haired mixed race had brewed Polyjuice Potion and Age-Aging Potion—although he didn't see it with his own eyes. , but he thought he remembered the smell of the potion correctly.

Snape dismissed the uninvited platinum nobleman impatiently, and after waiting for a while, he cast an "ignore spell" on himself, knocked on the three bricks at the foot of the bed, and the bricks on the floor quickly Moving, a tunnel appeared in an instant.

This secret passage leads to a specific small cave on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

Snape had a little secret lately, a little secret that he didn't tell anyone, not even Lily.

The night in the Forbidden Forest was dark and quiet. Snape got out of the secret passage, and there was a dark cave not far away.Surrounding the cave are some extremely distorted old trees with dry branches. Under the erosion of the night, their outlines become more and more hideous. The entrance of the cave looks like a giant mouth of a monster, leading to the end of hell.

Snape's wand glowed, and he walked in without hesitation.

The cave is dark and deep, extending underground. After walking about 50 meters on the uneven ground, the cave that can't be seen with your fingers gradually becomes bright.

Going forward for more than ten meters, it suddenly became clear.

It was a huge smooth cavern about sixty feet high and eighty feet wide, resplendently adorned by its owner with all sorts of strange glowing bits and pieces.

In the widest part of the middle there is a large pile of treasures, and on top of all kinds of gold and silver coins and utensils inlaid with gems, there is a small golden pillow on which a wonderful magical creature not much bigger than a palm is sleeping soundly.

Snape frowned. The little guy loved to lie on his pillow more than any creature he'd ever seen.

He tried to wake it up, speaking clearly and forcefully with a child's voice: - "Ferrigues!"