The day to become the final boss

I don't know what kind of little things will hatch this time?

Speaking of pets, Wan Mo thought of Ferrigas who was bound by him to this land many years ago, wondering how it is doing now?

——"Severus, although you don't really care, your new pet seems to expect something from me?" Lucius Malfoy gracefully put down the sterling silver tableware in his hand.

The corners of Snape's eyes twitched slightly, before deciding to ignore the Platinum Prince's gentle protest, "Your delusion, Lucius."

Lucius rolled his eyes in a rare and inelegant manner, "Oh, Severus, I don't think it's my illusion, your little pet has never left my hair and the gems on my clothes since the beginning button."

Snape's face was black, his eyes were fixed on the delicious food on the plate, he pinched his wand and pointed it at the spotlight with his big eyes cosplaying on Malfoy's shiny creature with a greedy expression on Ferigus's face.

"What's the matter, cub?" Ferrigs didn't feel any pain, he flicked his tail impatiently, and looked a little at the dark-faced Mr. Snape.

"Puff—well, cough, cough, cough—" Lucius, who was sipping the expensive red wine, accidentally choked. He covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief, trying to straighten out his breath .

"Cub?" Lucius raised his eyebrows at the black-haired junior, his face full of teasing and disbelief.

Snape's face was dark and expressionless.

"Well, Severus, you don't look like you want to talk about this topic, even though your pet is very surprising to me." Lucius smirked and looked at the little thing that continued the cos spotlight should be some kind of lizard Oh, Merlin, don't stare at his hair and subconsciously twitch his paws with a salivating face. This will make people guess in a bad direction—whether it is thinking about when it will climb up and pluck out every strand of his hair. hair?

"Severus, this is my last year at Hogwarts, why don't you express your concern about the future development of your old friend?"

"If I remember correctly, we have known each other for less than a year—the noble Mr. Malfoy is going to the Ministry of Magic? How many times have you invited me to dinner at Malfoy Manor just to hear this?" Snape dryly explain.

"That is inevitable," Lucius blinked his beautiful gray-blue eyes, "Oh, Severus, believe me, I am more than happy to ask the master of Malfoy Manor - my respected father Abraxas Malfoy introduces my wonderful friend, although you don't seem to expect that much." He paused "I expect more than the Ministry of Magic—my friend, do you know the Dark Lord?" His fair fingers caressed Sheng Holding the silver cup of wine, fingertips linger between its exquisite lines, and the ruby-colored wine reflects a charming halo.

"Lucius, I think the entire wizarding world knows about the noble Dark Lord, what do you want to say?" Snape frowned, folded his hands across his chest, and leaned back against the back of the chair.

For the Dark Duke in the wizarding world, Snape had mixed feelings that he couldn't explain clearly. From the first time he heard that person's name, this feeling had been with him all the time, as if confusion and fear, admiration and hatred. A vague complex.

"That lord has a noble and ancient blood, extremely powerful magic power, profound wisdom, and many Slytherins are looking forward to him one day ruling the wizarding world. He is like a bright light on the road of life—" Lucius said directly Looking at Snape, the gorgeous voice overflowed with temptation and enthusiasm.

Yes, like a magic fire that lures countless attracted moths to burn - Snape's eyes were clear.

"I'll be proud to serve that lord, Severus... What's your intention?" Lucius' gray-blue eyes were full of sincerity.

"I thought... I'm only in the second year, and I still need to learn all kinds of useful knowledge at Hogwarts for five full years." Snape lowered his eyes, and the dark eyelashes perfectly covered what might be revealed in his eyes. All the information, the black hair hanging on both sides of the cheeks like a curtain, a little greasy.

Lucius raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he spread his hands, "Of course, my dear friend, you still have such a wonderful campus life to enjoy, but if you want, I can guarantee to my father at any time, ask him Introduce you to that lord, oh—!!"

Ow? ? !

Would the platinum peacock, who valued nobleman's demeanor more than his life, use his gorgeous voice to make such a rough and wild sound?

Snape's lowered eyelids jerked up, and the answer entered his pupils—his damned pet lizard with short, round limbs and a belly, holding a handful of golden peacocks between its paws hair.The breeze blew by, and the silky platinum refracted a charming halo——

Satisfied, the little lizard rubbed them against its face, and then its glass bead-like golden vertical pupils, with unconcealable greed, swiped at the platinum peacock who was frightened and clutching the corner of his throbbing scalp.

Platinum Peacock's expression turned ferocious in an instant, he slowly stood up from the table, and took out his wand—"Damn you—!"

"Hair growth potion, softening potion, glory potion, blood tonic potion... If you need it, we can also provide love potion." Snape's steady voice came, calming the peacock's anger.

Lucius, who regained his sanity, remembered that this damn little thing has an owner.

"Each bottle is of top quality. Although it is not a high-level potion, I think it should be difficult to buy in the market."

Lucius retracted his wand slowly, his graceful expression returning to where it had once shifted. "Of course, as a noble Malfoy, he doesn't bother to argue with a little reptile... Severus, when will you give me the potions? I'm not in a hurry, but I expect them to be of perfect quality."

"..." Snape.

"..." Feligues was holding the peacock feather.

"No problem, all the odds and ends you want are not a problem." Ferriges opened his mouth excitedly, showing sharp teeth "In exchange, I hope you can convince that shiny little cub to put his platinum Dedicate all the hair and hair to the great Ferrigues?"

They were walking through the long corridors of Hogwarts, the quiet corridors echoing with Snape's footsteps on their way back to the cellar.

As the biggest winner today, Mr. Snape (platinum peacock feathers = a few bottles of potions that are not very practical and completely useless to him = a lot of rare potion ingredients exchanged from great little pets), is also thinking about using more The possibility of exchanging the ultimate beauty potion for the "small sacrifice" of the platinum aristocrat, after all, it only takes a few minutes from drinking the depilatory to make the hair on the whole head fall out, and then using the hair restorer to restore them to their original shape.

"Although the great Ferrigues would prefer to pluck them out one by one by himself, quack quack quack—" the little lizard was extremely proud, and it let out an explosive laugh from the depths of its throat that is unique to ancient magic dragons. Voice.

"You have a terrible laugh—Ferrigues."

A faint voice suddenly appeared in the deserted corridor.

Ferrigues' wild laughter stopped abruptly, it turned its head mechanically, and the small necklace around its neck dangled deftly.

In front of him was a young wizard with black hair, black eyes and black robe with an oriental face.