The day to become the final boss

The little thing flicked its tail, still sleeping soundly.

The corner of Snape's mouth twisted slightly, "I'm assuming—it's rare for a great little lizard to sleep so deeply, so I should take this opportunity to empty out all the things that can be used as potion ingredients?"

The little thing bounced off the pillow like a cannonball, "It's a dragon! The great Ferigus is a noble magic dragon, not a little lizard! You nasty cub!" It stared at the glass ball like The beautiful eyeballs, the golden vertical pupils are like small toothpicks propped in the middle.

"Oh? Then please tell me about this 'bad cub'." Snape raised his eyebrows: "Australian Opaleye, Chinese Fireball, Welsh Green Dragon, Heshidia Black Dragon, Hungarian Horntail, Norwegian Ridgeback, Peruvian Vipertooth, Romanian Longhorn, and Swedish Brachynosaurus and Ukrainian Ironbelly, which one do you belong to?"

"Oh! Master!" The little thing with short paws and a belly was full of humiliation. It covered its chest with its short forelimbs as if injured, and took two steps back. If you compare it to a fire-breathing and spitting reptile, those are lizards!"

Snape stared back at this weird little thing with thin scales all over its body and short, round limbs. For some reason, this little thing that might belong to an extinct species (not any known magical creature in the illustrated book) always insisted Himself a noble dragon.

"I don't want to argue with you on this topic anymore, Ferrigas, have you found the ingredients for the potion I want?"

"Hmph, collecting your weeds is just a trivial matter for the great me. What about the terms of my proposal? How do you think about it?" Ferriges opened his mouth, revealing a white and sharp mouth Good teeth, tail wagging happily.

"Of course, if you, the great one, can solve the little trouble caused by the - 'necklace' around your neck? I don't think it's a problem for me." Snape also cracked a smirk, revealing... Teeth that are too straight.

For some reason, this big-eyed, chubby little lizard of unknown race is always trying to stick to itself.

"I think my range of motion should be enough." Ferriges tugged on a small, black chain around his neck indifferently.The chain looked like it was only about ten inches long, like a pet chain.But Snape knew that the little thing had magically concealed it, that it was long, and even had some kind of binding magic attached to it.

Ferrigues, the magical ancient dragon soul who has been bound to this land since the era of the Big Four.It has been obediently sleeping in the ground of Hogwarts, not stealing wizard cubs (although it is because of the contract), and not even making troubles for those four annoying wizards (it will never admit that it is because of the threat of the master) .It is waiting for when the master will think of the poor dragon and release him after serving his sentence, but it is a pity that waiting for more than a thousand years.

Until one day, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a wizard cub with the same jet-black hair and eyes as its master came into its sight.Oh, praise to the great master!He has the imprint of the master on him!Is this cub the owner's new pet?

Ferrigas watched him silently, and found that he was no different from other wizard cubs, except that he was always tinkering with potions with not-so-good smells.

Maybe getting closer to him could lead to more clues?

Ferrigues, who has existed for thousands of years, is not ignorant, and directly uses his huge and terrifying body to jump in front of the little boy.It shrunk the apparent age of its own soul body, making the master's chains around its neck look like a small necklace with a tail, appearing in front of Severus Snape in a completely harmless manner.

It will always remember the first time it appeared in front of this black-haired cub-he stepped back cautiously, holding the wand in his right hand with the tip drooping, while his left hand hides sinisterly behind his back, holding another wand , and ready to go!Oh, and what really surprised Long was that the little stick behind him was also the master's work!

Snape stared at it closely, eyes filled with unstoppable surprise and instinctive caution, and all of these turned into a kind of strong emotion that made the dragon's hair stand on end after a few tens of seconds—until a long time later, the great Only then did Ferrigues learn that the damned cub was estimating how to decompose itself and turn it into various potions with strange effects...

"So, I guess the Hogwarts school rules just allow for a pet?" Snape's smirk seemed to reveal some kind of weird emotion - we usually call it schadenfreude?

"Cut!" Feligues gritted his tiny teeth angrily, and tried hard to stare into the round glass eyes, making himself look more ferocious.

Of course, although little Mr. Snape's behavior seems to be intentional, deliberately to make a little embarrassment for the great Ferrigues, it is indeed legal and reasonable to bring this little "lizard" into Hoag Woz's only way.

As a poor half-breed, Snape had no spare money for a pet before he entered school.In the following year, as the platinum nobles had guessed, he used compound decoctions and aging potions to enter and exit Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, and secretly sold some high-grade potions. Although the economic problems had improved, but Personally, he would rather turn the Gallon he earned into another pile of new potion ingredients in the same place, rather than turning it into a small pet that needs to be fed, comforted, shed, or even noisy.

Of course, accepting a small pet that didn't have the above troubles at all and also had the function of finding potion materials, even if you were critical of Snape, there was no reason why you wouldn't be happy.

"Harvey, don't run, stop!" The brown-haired, freckled boy stumbled out of the hall, chasing after his pet cat.

How can a two-legged person run faster than a four-legged one?

In the blink of an eye, the little boy with freckles was thrown a long way.

Dairy Cow Flower's pet cat looked back, blinked, and meowed twice as if triumphant, but when it turned its head and was about to continue running outside, leaving its clumsy owner out for a while, its body suddenly stiffened.

Ahhh, how did it forget that there are scary things coming and going around here from time to time? !

Facing the dark eyes looking down on it, the pet cat Harvey whined softly, stood stiffly on the spot, daring not to move, dragging its tail and trembling, the big amber eyes were almost dripping water.

Poor thing it didn't even dare to blow its fur out of fear.

"Oh, thank you, Mers, Harvey always tries to leave me and run away." The freckled boy came after him panting, picked up his poor kitten, and patted its stiff back so that it would become Softer, but it doesn't seem to be working. "How did you do it, Moores? Everyone's pets are submissive in front of you." The boy looked envious.

Wan Mo, the innocent blinking black-eyed, horrible thing sighed, "I don't know, Thomas said it might be because of my pet - oh, I mean my black-purple egg that was about to hatch, You know, he guessed that the egg was a higher-level magical creature, and I always carried him in my clothes bag."

"Wow, is it finally hatching? You must show us then." The boy's envious eyes lit up.

The egg of the magical creature bought in Diagon Alley a year ago is finally about to hatch in the past few days. Wan Mo sincerely hopes that its image will not be too "majestic", after all, it has hatched similar little things before , as a result, they all became famously powerful and... grim-looking because of the erosion of the magic power of the god of death. ==