The day to become the final boss

Hogwarts ushered in a new semester.

The majestic castle in the night, the floating candles, the wall hangings, the dirty sorting hat and Dumbledore with the white beard, everything is as usual.

No, there is a difference, Slytherin has a slightly timid-looking Black and Ravenclaw has an extra Gilderoy Lockhart.

That's Lockhart?What surprised Wan Mo was that this little Mr. Lockhart had light brown hair and freckles all over his face.

Could it be that the time is too long, and the memory is a little messed up?Wan Mo decided to go back and review his memories of when he was a human being. In his memory, Mr. Lockhart had blue eyes and wavy curly golden hair.

However, it is not guaranteed that this well-written Ravenclaw finally used a special method of plastic surgery because he was dissatisfied with his original appearance. Anyway, he has always been a fashionable star since he was an adult, adding some attractiveness to himself There is nothing surprising about capital.

During the school-opening dinner, Wan Mo casually fiddled with the things on the plate. Just as he was bored, a strange look came from the side of the long Gryffindor table.

He turned his head and saw Potter, looking down quickly, stabbed a large piece of steak from the dinner plate with a fork in his hand and "snapped" it to Lupine's plate next to him.

"..." Lupine.

Sirius was staring darkly at his own brother, who had just entered Slytherin, while Bellatrix and Narcissa, the two senior Black ladies at the Dean's table, were glaring at him.

Wormtail Peter lowered his head and seemed to be struggling with the abundant food in front of him, but he accidentally caught Hufflepuff's gaze and buried his head even lower.

something wrong……

Wan Mo stroked his chin, wondering what tricks these four leather lions wanted to play?

Moving his gaze to Slytherin, he saw that Mr. Snape was wearing new robes - ones with elegant perforated silver buttons at the cuffs.

He quietly cut the food on the plate, and then found Wan Mo's peeping.

The dark-haired Slytherin glared at the fantastic creature Hufflepuff before completely ignoring him.

"..." Oh, Mr. Snape still seemed pissed off about the summer teasing.

Spent the first week of school quietly.

After the last class of the day, Wan Mo separated from his roommate Thomas at the fork in the corridor, saying that he didn't want to go back to the dormitory now, and wanted to walk around to get some air.Of course - this has a lot to do with the four big tails on his back.

He walked in front as if nothing had happened, occasionally turning his head and seeing a small half of his robe floating in the air.

There was a slight smile on Wan Mo's lips—Merlin bless you, that poor invisibility cloak must be very crowded for four people.

He quickened his walking pace and walked towards the edge of the black lake.

The stumbling tail behind whispers—

"Damn it, why did he walk so fast all of a sudden, did he notice something?" Potter said.

"Oh, Wormtail, you stepped on me!" Sirius said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, Remus was too tall, he pushed me past..." Peter.

"Merlin, Wormtail, I'm not the only one occupying the space. According to me, we should each drink a bottle of body shrinking potion beforehand." Lupine said.

"Forgive me, I'm not interested in caterpillar slices and rat bile," Sirius said.

(Recipe for slimming potion: daisy root (chopped), shrunken fig (peeled), caterpillar (sliced), a drop of rat bile, a little leech juice)

The rapid movement made the four people with walking difficulties a little out of breath.

Wan Mo's smile widened a bit, and he clearly heard the conversation behind him and the sound of pulling the bellows.

"He turned the corner and went to the Black Lake."

"Hmph, let him take a bath in the lake later."

"Look, it's Snotluck, he walked by, and it turned out to be an evil Hufflepuff."

"Exactly, fix the snot essence together!"

"Severus." Wan Mo smiled, as if something made him very happy.

Snape likes to sit and read under the big tree beside the Black Lake, and it's still a while before dinner time, Wan Mo reckons he will be here.

Snape glanced at him and continued flipping through the book in his hand. "Mers, can you tell me what makes your face so silly?"

"No, it's just that today's weather is very good, making people a little... looking forward to being happier?" Wan Mo winked at him, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit down beside him.

"It seems that the honorable Mr. Moores not only has a problem with his facial nerves, but also has a problem with his eyes!" Snape frowned, and moved a little to the side.He is not a nervous lion, and he is not used to people being so close.

"Severus," Wan Mo's eyes sparkled under the shadow of the tree, "put your head closer, I have a secret to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Snape looked up, thinking that Mers would be frank about some non-human issues.

"Come here." Wan Mo hooked his fingers at him.

"I think that's the closest polite distance." Snape didn't buckle so easily.

"Oh, come on, Severus, I remember that there is a kiss on the cheek in the etiquette." Wan Mo said tactfully.

"Damn it, that's Frenchie stuff!" Snape put the book in his bag angrily. "Maybe you like teasing people like this, but it's a pity I don't have time to go crazy with you." He stood up abruptly , ready to leave.

Wan Mo stretched out his hand and pulled him towards him, and the Slytherin who was still standing still inevitably fell over.

"Oh, Merlin, you made Severus heavier."

"You deserve it, Mers!"

Of course, it wasn't Snape who got heavier, but the extra books in his bag.

Wan Mo hooked his neck, letting his breath approach him infinitely, and he said softly, "Look at the open space behind me."

The soft hair caressed her face like silk, and her ears were slightly numb because of the whisper.Snape's ears, whose hooked nose was about to pierce the white neck, blushed uncontrollably, and a hint of confusion flashed in his obsidian eyes, trying to push Moores away.

But he quickly discovered the abnormality not far behind Wan Mo.

A piece of the grass there was sunken, as if some people stood on it and let the grass collapse, but there was no one there, and no one walked past it for a short time.

Accompanied by the numbness of the ears, the voice sounded again: "It's the invisibility cloak."