The day to become the final boss

Snape returned to Prince Manor with his mind full of doubts. He recalled the extremely cold phantom that Moores called the "house elf" with a black scythe in his hand.

what is that?

Snape first thought of the Grim Reaper in Muggle legends.

The dark hooded cloak, the whole head is buried in the shadow of the dark, the cold and biting breath and the black scythe - it is unexpected that there is such a thing in the world that fits the image of the god of death in the mouths of Muggles.

Maybe it's just a strange magical creature with a similar image?

"Oh, young Severus, how could you have guessed that way, how could those things be the greatest and most noble death? This is an insult to our supreme god- (please imitate the platinum peacock's aria) Well, young, Don't stare at me like that, those are the creations of the god of death, but I can't tell you their names." Ferriges turned his golden vertical pupils, and touched his belly with his small paws.

"They? There are a lot of that kind of thing?" Snape paused to organize the books for the new semester in his hands, and turned his head to look at the belly lizard on the desk.

"Thousands." The lizard opened its mouth wide.

"They usually stay in that ancient castle, or a mysterious place where humans can't set foot?"

"Of course not. They are all over the world, and there are wandering figures everywhere... If you mean that you have never seen those dark figures with your own eyes, I can only say that they don't want to be seen by you."

Snape pursed his lips.

"You say they are the creations of Death."

"I said so." The lizard narrowed his eyes.

"Then Mers who can command them is—?"

"Oh, cub, you should ask Mr. Moores about that, if he'll tell you," said Ferrigues slyly, rolling his big glass-bead eyes, and then realizing something was wrong "Hmmm Fluffy? Oh! Dear Flaffy, what are you messing with—by my master! Didn't poor Ferrigues teach you that it's wrong to bite other people's things... Oh, shut up !Little thing - oops! My beloved pillow!!"

Snape despised the little lizard with its contorted face, its fangs and claws, to save his pillow from the urchin's teeth.

Questions about Moores?

Let's find another chance in the future, anyway, there was never any malice in those dark pupils.

Diagon Alley.

During the period when Hogwarts is about to start, Diagon Alley is always crowded.With the lizard on his shoulder and the sea urchin in his pocket, Snape arrived at Madam Malkin's robe shop.

"Good day, Mrs. Malkin." Snape nodded to Mrs. Malkin, who was not tall and had a chubby figure.

"Welcome, Mr. Snape." Madam Malkin greeted the little wizard with a smile, and sized him up by the way. "What are you going to order again this time? I have to say, Mr. Little, you're growing really fast, I guess—all of it?"

"Yes, all of them." Snape grew so fast that the new clothes he made last term no longer fit, and all his clothes had to be remade.

"Still want the previous style of clothing?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Mr. Snape, you should consider the new style that is more suitable for young people - I am not saying that your current style is not good, but I think it would be better to be lively?" Madam Malkin waved her magic wand , a flexible soft ruler quickly slid from the toolbox towards the little wizard, and she turned to get the fabric.

"No - thanks, the old style is fine." Snape stared at the plundering ruler that was famous among young wizards until it twisted into a slightly rigid shape.

"Well, I have some novel and beautiful buttons here—" Mrs. Malkin took out another colorful button model, still smiling.

"..." Snape frowned, it seemed that this kind and amiable lady would not be reconciled if he didn't add something to his new clothes. "The penultimate row and five rows, that silver buckle."

"Oh...well." Madam Malkin looked a little regretful, she put away the row of button samples in her hand, "Maybe you should go shopping first and come back in two hours."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "certainly."

Across Diagon Alley, the Gryffindor Lions quartet were in front of the Quidditch boutique.James Potter was joking and talking to Sirius when Peter tugged at his sleeve suddenly.

"What's the matter, Wormtail?" Potter turned his head lazily.

"Look there—" Peter stretched out his arms, and pointed his fingers vigorously, "Look who is that?"

"where?"

"There, there—"

"Oh, I saw Lily!" Potter said excitedly.

"James, I think Wormtail meant the person next to your Lily." Lupine nudged the shaggy lion's ribs lightly with his elbow, while Sirius whistled beside him.

"I just saw Lily." Potter didn't care about his companion's teasing at all, but then looked at the cheerful and lovely red-haired girl——

"It's that nasty Hufflepuff!" Potter whispered angrily, how could Lily laugh so happily with him!

"Hufflepuffs are cowardly and timid, and that Mers who likes to get close to disgusting snotlings and vicious Slytherins is a Hufflepuff betrayer. Damn it, I'm going to let him go Stay away, Lily!" Potter said, wanting to squeeze into the crowd.

"James." Lupine grabbed him, "Do you want to attract attention in Diagon Alley in broad daylight?"

"How else?" Potter scratched his hair irritably, successfully making them look more like a bird's nest.

"Hey buddy, don't forget what you got from your dad." Sirius winked at him, a smirk all over his handsome face.

It was only then that Potter remembered that he still had something good in there.

"What a good idea, Sirius, when we get back to Hogwarts, we'll take care of him!"

The four of them looked at each other and smiled, and then looked at Hufflepuff who left side by side with Lily, as if they could see endless fun from his back.