The day to become the final boss

Returning to the Slytherin dormitory from the depressed Malfoy Manor, Snape rarely took two doses of potion as usual. He sat in the chair and thought a lot.

Snape's brow furrowed as bright magic lights cast a gentle glow off the smooth surface of the chair's armrest.

Not only the Gallon of the Malfoy family, but the Dark Duke has many things he wants.

According to the development of Voldemort's ambition and the expansion of Death Eaters' power, war is inevitable.War requires potions for various purposes, and the Duke of Darkness will definitely want the best, and there is no potion master in the British wizarding world.

Thinking back to the scene of the last gathering at Malfoy Manor, I'm afraid that the advanced potions he resold to Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley are no longer a secret.

Snape had already thought about countermeasures for this, and took some precautions, but it was still far from enough.

During the summer vacation, he activated the defense of the Prince family's manor. The defense of the long-dilapidated Prince manor has too many deficiencies. Although he has tried his best to make up for it, it is only a thick sheepskin in the face of the Death Eaters. Paper.

It seems that this year's winter vacation will be very difficult.

Or maybe he can try to apply to stay in school?

Snape rubbed his fingers against the smooth armrest, turning his mind rapidly.

"What are you worrying about, baby Severus?" Ferrigas, who was holding the golden pillow, dragged his long tail and moved over.

"..." Snape's thoughts were interrupted, and after a brief absence, he suddenly realized that he was stupid.He actually put the living rare ancient magic mobile warehouse in front of him and didn't make good use of it, and he was racking his brains for the problem of the defense system?

Hmm, let me think - this living warehouse seems to be desperate for some nice shades of platinum filament at the moment?

Snape was thinking in his mind how many beauty potions should be used to pluck the hair of Lucius, who was stingy with peacock hair.

"Ferrigus, do you have books on territory defense magic in your collection?"

"Territorial defense? Oh, of course, you're playing tricks on them, cub? The great dragon has noticed. You went to repair the garbage defense of that broken castle during your vacation." Ferrigues scratched the dense cloth carefully A cunning flashed through the golden vertical pupils of his scaly chin.

"Of course, nothing can be hidden from the great Phyllis - I do need it." Snape smirked.

Garbage defense?Even if the defense of an aristocratic manor passed down from generation to generation is broken, it will not be a garbage defense. Perhaps in the eyes of this peculiar lizard, there is actually nothing decent in the current magic world.

Snape acquiesced in its age when Ferrigas first brought out those ancient magic books, although he was a little curious about how the little lizard survived all these years.

"The great Ferrigues here has precious notes of territory defense magic from hundreds of years to about 2000 years old, and there are even some hell-"

Snape's obsidian eyes gleamed so menacingly that not even the curtains of black hair could hide them.

"Of course—" Ferrigues opened his mouth and "grinned", "I can't give you the hell."

The light in Snape's eyes was dim, but unknown things are usually accompanied by unpredictable things.Although he was full of curiosity and desire for higher realms, Snape was not a Gryffindor lion, and his caution and doubts did not allow him to venture forward.

"I have several top-grade defensive spells for wizards here," Ferrigues thought for a while, "Ferrigus, who loves cubs (although you are just a wizard cub), is of course willing to give it to you, but -"

Snape raised his eyebrows, "Is the great Ferrigues still thinking about Malfoy's beautiful platinum hair color?"

The big glass-like eyes of the little lizard became bright, and he blinked his eyelids hard. The fingers with sharp nails at the front of the claws rubbed back and forth a few times. Ferriges swallowed, then shook his head, "Well, although this proposal is also very attractive, Ferrigues has something more he wants."

Snape was a little surprised. You must know that in the eyes of Ferrigas, medicinal materials are all rotten bark, and items in the wizarding world are rubbish. What made it give up the attraction of shiny things?

"I thought the great Phyllis had no interest in anything but shiny things and sleeping..." Snape suddenly thought of something, "I hope you didn't ask me to rob a wizarding bank."

"No, no, not those." Ferriges showed a slightly embarrassed expression. I am a dragon, so what's wrong with dragons loving treasures! "You don't need to work so hard, you just need to do one small thing."

"What is it?" Snape was deeply skeptical, "I'm not sure what kind of small problem you're referring to. You must know that most things in the wizarding world are just 'garbage' in your eyes."

"It's really just a small thing," Long wrinkled his forehead and rolled his eyes. "You just need to tell Z... um, Mo... Erles, Ferrigas, pray that the master can shorten the sentence, or can you expand some more room for action?" It looked expectant.

"Why Mers? Is he connected with your mysterious master?" Snape was even more suspicious.

"Never mind that, Severus, would you take my advice?"

This was a very good deal, so the next day, Snape asked a certain Hufflepuff to bring a message to Wanmo.

But when Snape arrived at the appointed place as promised, he really didn't want to recall what kind of language he should use to express that damned mood, especially when he heard that unique soft voice, his blood froze all over his body. What a nuisance————

"Come on."

"Merlin, what's wrong with you, Severus?" Lily was surprised to find that the blood on the face of Snape who had just walked over suddenly faded.

Snape stared stiffly at the purple thing in Lily's arms, which looked like a sea urchin with tender tentacles.

Almost instantly he drew out his wand and pointed at it.

"Lily, put that thing away!"

Lily blinked her green eyes inexplicably.

"I said—throw it away!!" Snape growled in a low voice, pointing his wand straight at it, with a grim expression on his face.

"Hah?"

"Oh, Severus, I didn't know you hated things like sea urchins." Wan Mo waved his hand, and the little thing swam towards him lightly.

"Flafe, good boy." Wan Mo rubbed its soft head, and the small tentacles with pink edges gently swayed with the slender fingers.

"Baji, Baji." He narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"Flafy? Did you call it Flafy the hell?? It should be called Kraken! (kraken. The North Sea giant monster with long tentacles in Norwegian legend.)" Snape said angrily.

You also don't think about what kind of monster your pet is!

Damn Mers, he should have thought that this weird thing shouldn't grow in the Forbidden Forest!

"Severus, I still think that Fluffy is more suitable for it-Kuraken has tentacles, yes, but it is said that it is a squid or an octopus? And, don't you think my Fluffy is bigger than it? Isn't it too small?" Wan Mo smiled softly and didn't care, no matter how you look at it, he deserves a beating. (Snape)

Snape pursed his mouth into a line and stared at him fiercely, his wand lowered, but he didn't take it back.