The day to become the final boss

The invisibility cloak given by Wan Mo didn't stay with Snape for long, and an unexpected person wanted to leave it-Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He said to Snape in a kind and irresistible tone, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Snape, and I didn't want to bother you, but old Mr. Potter came to me to get back his family heirloom, the Invisibility Cloak. You know Mr. Potter is a well-mannered old aristocrat, and he thinks that James is at fault for this little joke, so he will educate him well. Look—”

Snape understood the underlying meaning of the white bearded principal: the invisibility cloak was very important to the Potter family, and the Potter family was also a great nobleman in the wizarding world, implying that he should not make enemies at will.The Potter family can not hold Snape for drugging James to make the shaggy lion become an octopus warrior again, but only if the invisibility cloak is returned.

"Of course," Snape smirked, "it didn't belong to me in the first place, but—since it's James Potter's fault, can I ask him to express some apology?"

When Dumbledore left, he was holding a list of rare medicinal materials in his hand. Although they were not necessarily expensive, and there were even two types that were in high demand that were abandoned by modern potions, this aroused Dumbledore's concern. suspicious.

In the principal's private collection, there is a very precious potion note, which was the manuscript of a potion master 500 years ago.It clearly pointed out that the ancient medicines in several ancient books required a large amount of these two herbal extract concentrates to be perfect.

The headmaster with the white beard took off his glasses and wiped the half-moon lenses. Although Professor Slughorn never gave Mr. Snape's potions an A grade, there was an insider tip from the Death Eaters. , Voldemort had shown his intentions of solicitation in his second year.

Perhaps he hadn't seen Slytherin clearly in all these years.

Although Professor Slugher is known as a sleek eight-treasure lantern, Dumbledore knows how much he likes talented students after years of getting along with him. ——As the head of Slytherin, Slughorn's A (pass) grade that lasted for two years is really intriguing.

Slytherin's protection and schemes are always so subtle.

Next, it's time to go back to the principal's office.He also asked Professor Pomona Sprout (Head of Hufflepuff) to make an appointment on behalf of Moers, who can summon the invisibility cloak with wandless magic.

Perhaps others will think that the Potter family's invisibility cloak is nothing special. After all, although the invisibility cloak is expensive, it is not a rare magical item.But Dumbledore, who was able to research and search for the Deathly Hallows with the German man many years ago, how could he not know what it was?

It was the world's first invisibility cloak, the Deathly Hallows that could be traced in the Potter family tree all the way back to the old Peverell days!

That invisibility cloak is not affected by any form of flying spells at all. The spells can penetrate it, but they can never damage it in the slightest. Even after thousands of years have passed, it is still as silky as new.

Moers was special when he entered the branch, although the sorting hat said nothing about the real situation at that time afterwards.But the old headmaster knew that it was definitely not entangled in the question of whether it would be purged, as Head Slytherin's joke said.

What really caught Dumbledore's heart was Lupine's words. The Gryffindor student who had a little furry problem told him with some anxiety: "After the invisibility cloak was touched by Mr. As if dyed, instantly darkened, black cloak - Headmaster Dumbledore, about Moores - I always feel a little afraid of him, I don't know why."

Werewolves are far more intuitive than wizards.

Dumbledore lived longer than most wizards, and because of this, he knew some ancient things that were forgotten by people, such as hell.

An ancient higher realm that now exists only in Muggle lore.

At the door of the principal's office, Wan Mo yelled the sweet and greasy password to open the door, "Chui Bao Super Bubble Gum", and the two-headed stone beast blocking the door simply jumped to the side.Through an automatic spiral staircase, he opened an oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Wan Mo thought that he could first visit the domed headmaster's office full of shiny silverware and smoke, but there was already an unexpected person staying there.

"Master of Alchemy, Nicole Flamel." A gentle and polite smile appeared on Wan Mo's face.

The alchemist, who looked like he was only middle-aged, was joking with the portraits of the headmasters on the wall. He turned his head casually and said, "Oh, boy, are you here to find Albus? He's out, he'll be back soon, You can wait a little longer."

Wan Mo waved his hand lightly, and a black sofa for one person appeared in the room, and of course, a tea table and tea set of the same color also appeared along with it.

Nicole Flamel was a little surprised, when the little wizard of Hogwarts had such a terrifying manipulative magic power, he stared at the little wizard in front of him with some seriousness.

Wan Mo casually sat down on the black sofa, his white hands clasped on the shiny black armrests on both sides, his dark eyes were emotionless.

What's wrong?

Nicole Flamel looked into those dark eyes, so terribly black, like the deepest darkness and the coldest peace.

The soul and body of the master alchemist froze a little bit in those eyes.

"Nicole Flamel." A smile floated on the boy's lips, "It's nice to see you again."

The terrifying eyes and the vaguely heard voice brought back the most terrifying memories deep in the memory of the alchemist.

Fear crept into his wise eyes.

He lowered his head and waist deeply, his body was chilled by fear, and he felt his heart being gently pinched by invisible pressure. "...It's an honor...to see you again, the ancient master: the great god of death..."

The god of death smiled quietly and didn't say a word, just looked at him until the master's face was stained with the despair and defeat of a dead man.

"Nicole Flamel, when was the last time you saw me?" Wan Mo asked with a gentle smile.

The master alchemist still bowed his body humbly, he was seriously afraid of those dark eyes that were so cold that they would freeze the soul. "It was a great god 600 years ago."

"600 years——" Wan Mo touched his chin with his white fingers, "You lived an extra 600 years."

"Yes."

"Don't be nervous, you deserve it, after all, you used your method to escape from the scythe of my hardworking servants for 600 years, what a matter of pride."

The slow voice carried a characteristic indifference, and Nicole Flamel was so frightened that he could hardly speak, only a trembling "clack" sound came from his throat.

The portraits in the principal's office were all dead silent, they were fragments of the soul, and the magic power revealed by the god of death made them feel like they were going through the end of the world.

Even the Sorting Hat stood stiffly on the shelf, pretending to be dead.

"How clever," Wan Mo admired unreservedly. "That Philosopher's Stone was made by the soul, right? There are hundreds of thousands of them, all thanks to the wars you instigated the rulers at that time in various periods."

The master alchemist shrank himself hard, and he began to regret why he came here to visit his friend Albus.

Merlin, who can tell me why this terrible existence is here!