The day to become the final boss

Wan Mo was disappointed to find that Mr. Snape had re-improved the protective agent of the Sith grass—this was the conclusion he had come close to several times intentionally or unintentionally.

He thought that in the days to come, Professor Snape would always have that pleasant fragrance on him.

Life was flat and the same, except for a funny little thing hatched from his dark purple pet egg.

until one day--

"Mr. Snape, I think you need to go to the headmaster's office." Old Professor Slughorn, Head of Slytherin, interrupted Professor Sprout's herb class.He stood on the edge of the door, the lower half of his fat body was illuminated by the slanted sunlight, and his fair complexion was somewhat shadowed.

Snape took off the gloves on his hands suspiciously, although he was slightly disturbed by the sudden visit of old Slughorn, he still walked out without hesitation.

Wan Mo rubbed his chin—could it be that Mr. Snape didn't hide his dark magic books properly?

Soon he had his answer.

— an hour later he was on his way to the Charms classroom when he saw Severus pale as a dead man.

His dark eyes were as black as black holes, as if even sunlight could not pass through, and his black robe was full of death.The last trace of blood faded from his pale, almost transparent face, he clenched his fists tightly, bit his lower lip, and walked in the corridor with stiff limbs like a clumsy puppet.

A petite figure with fiery red hair let out an exclamation, pushed away the classmates around him and ran quickly, supporting Snape's body that seemed about to fall like a pillar.

She supported him, and tried hard to open the boy's clenched fists, the clenched blue and white knuckles were oozing bright red and sticky blood.

In the following week, Wan Mo never saw the black-haired Slytherin again.

Combined with Snape's reaction, Wan Mo naturally recalled in his mind the mother, Irene Snape, who was covered in blood and covered half of her face with her child and was crying.

He hesitated for a moment, and the black shadow spread silently from his feet like a tide, and the ink-colored space soon separated him from the soft moonlight and his sleeping roommate.

Wan Mo stretched out his white fingers, and the dim light at the fingertips drew an obscure trajectory in the space, obscure and ancient.When the trajectory formed a certain mysterious point, a black figure wrapped in a pitch-black hooded cloak and holding a black scythe appeared almost close to Wan Mo's fingers.

The black shadow humbly bowed to its master, and its ominous withered claws offered a little milky white fluorescence.

Wan Mo looked down at the fluorescent light, felt the trembling from his tiny soul, his voice was quiet and peaceful, "What unfulfilled wish do you have?"

Snape stood numbly in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, and the wizards coming and going didn't divide his attention at all, until a dazzling platinum color appeared in it.

Lucius walked over and put a thick roll of parchment with the seal of the Ministry of Magic and a copper key engraved with twining vines into Snape's hand.

"Thanks, Lucius," Snape said with difficulty, his voice dry as rough sandpaper.

Even if I grew up in the Muggle world, I know how difficult it is to take out a swallowed manor from the mouth of the Ministry of Magic, even if it has been digested and only a shelf is left.

Lucius flashed his trademark haughty smile and raised his eyebrows. "My pleasure."

It is indeed not easy, the Ministry of Magic is not a fuel-efficient lamp, what makes it let go is a souvenir from the contemporary platinum nobleman Abraxas Malfoy.

Yes, it was enough for Lucius to vaguely mention the talent of his half-race friend to his father and show those bottles of top beauty potions.

What Snape saw was a dilapidated manor. At first glance, weeds were overgrown around the walls, and the walls were already covered with rock-climbing vines. It was gloomy and bleak, even in broad daylight, like a haunted house in the mouth of Muggles.

Snape suppressed the discomfort caused by the portkey and strode towards the gates of the manor.

The Prince Manor covers an area of ​​about 50 hectares. It is a simple castle with a small lake next to it. Only herbs that have dried up for many years are left in the garden.

Almost all the valuable things in this old manor have been scraped away. In the empty castle, only some old furniture, web-spinning spiders and dusty hanging portraits are left.

Irene Snape, formerly known as Irene Prince, is the sole heir to the Prince family.

In the empty and silent castle, only the sound of the boy's footsteps echoed. Clear footprints were left on the dusty floor. They stretched to a certain hanging portrait, and there was a vague word below the portrait——Rex Prince .

"Clean up."

The dust disappeared, revealing an image of a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, and the wrinkles between his brows made him look a bit harsh.

Snape and the man in the portrait looked at each other, but neither spoke.

After a long time, the portrait let out a sigh.

"Are you Erin's child?"

"Yes."

"Where's Erin?"

"Passed away, just a few days ago."

The portrait's eyes were wide open, and he pursed his thin lips into a line, trembling uncontrollably, "How did she die?"

Snape opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but all he could say was "suicide" from his hoarse throat.

Yes, suicide.

The witch who broke her wand ended up committing suicide.

That sunny afternoon, Tobias Snape collapsed in front of his house, he was as drunk as usual - if you ignore the dagger stuck in his stomach that had been inserted into the hilt.

He cries incessantly, confesses in fits and starts, he's sorry to God, married a witch, he's sorry to his wife, he always makes her cry, he's sorry to his only son, he's a jerk...

Finally Tobias closed his eyes and held his wife's hand tightly before dying.

Irene cried in despair. Irene loved her child, but she loved her husband Tobia more, so she chose to leave her 12-year-old child behind and committed suicide.

And two days ago, the dead mother miraculously appeared in her son's dream, and she said sorry to her son.

And she owes another person a word.

"She said: 'I never blame you, Dad'."

The eyes of the man in the portrait were watery, he tried hard to maintain a stern expression, and said dryly, "I thought she hated me...I thought she was happy..."

The life of an aristocrat is cruel to the weak, and Irene is weak by nature, even if she has a clever mind, she cannot escape the fate of being eaten alive.So when the beloved daughter and the hook-nosed man promised each other for life, the sick Rex wiped her name from the family tree, completely cutting her off from the family.

He was so decisive that he didn't even give his daughter a half-word explanation.

Just because he didn't want Irene to see his father who died of illness and the dilapidated Prince soon.

When Irene got married, he drank compound potion and went to watch the ceremony. At that time, she was so happy, with flowers and blessings. His Muggle son-in-law looked at his daughter with love in his eyes...

Rex thought she would always be happy.

Too bad he was wrong.