The day to become the final boss

When the platinum peacock took over the bottle of the successfully improved colorless and odorless love potion from the black-haired Slytherin a month later, the face of the potion brewer had turned blacker than the bottom of the pot.

"Oh, Severus, forgive me, I didn't know that improving this potion would put such a burden on your body." Lucius looked slightly apologetically at Snape's dark circles under his eyes and his darker eyes than ever before. pale face.

"Shut up, Lucius—if you don't want to, I'll silence you right now!" Snape's dark eyes stared at him like knives in slightly sunken eye sockets, as if intending to cut him alive inch by inch.

Although he didn't know the reason, the platinum peacock shut his mouth sensibly in the face of the black pressure that almost materialized from his friend.

"Then, come to Malfoy Manor again when you have time." Lucius immediately Apparated.

Snape strode sullenly towards the Slytherin dormitory, his black wizard robes billowing from his rapid walk.His expressionless face scanned all the obstacles on the road with a cold gaze, which looked quite frightening, and all the little wizards caught by his gaze avoided one after another.

"Oh, Merlin." A Ravenclaw who was reading a book on the road almost bumped into him belatedly, and the little wizard screamed in fright as he faced the dark face at close range.

Snape gave him a sideways glance, and Ravenclaw staggered back to the side.

Looking at the black-robed figure that overwhelmed all obstacles like a black hurricane, the little wizard asked the person next to him stammeringly, "That... seems to be the Slytherin who made potions in the third grade?"

The depressed Snape now just wanted to go back and get some sleep.In addition to studying during this month, he concentrated on improving the potion intensively, brewing the potion countless times, which put a lot of burden on his body.For the first time, he boiled a potion until he felt sick.What's more terrible is that because of the side effects brought by the smell of this potion, he hasn't slept well for a damn month!

If unfortunately he passed out in public and was sent to the medical wing, and if some embarrassing problem such as loss of energy was detected, he would definitely eat Lucius alive!

In fact, Mr. Snape's rigorous personality also added a lot of trouble. For the troublesome nightmare problem, in fact, he only needed a potion of dreamless potion-but he stubbornly did not allow himself to be late the next day.

However, Mr. Snape really didn't want to think about the content of the nightmare. It was all because of Moers' bad joke during the summer vacation!

——Although everyone knows that the smell of the love potion will only make you smell the smell you subconsciously like, but Mr. Snape absolutely does not admit that he has even the slightest unrealistic fantasy about Moores.

Thinking of Moores, he seemed to feel the cold and gentle breath that had appeared too many times in his dreams again.

"Severus—"

The faint sigh can still be heard in a trance.

"Severus?" A questioning sigh?

Snape suddenly came back to his senses, and the trance in the black pupils was immediately driven away, and then he was startled to realize that he was standing in front of him with a suspicious expression on his face.

Snape gave him a sideways glance, pursed his thin lips into a white line, and jumped forward without any answer.

what is this?Ignored?

The innocent (well, he really didn't know) Mr. Wan Mo was a little dazed.He heard that little Mr. Snape unexpectedly showed the legendary snake king aura and killing light, so he came here to watch the fun, but he was ignored inexplicably.

And little Mr. Snape seemed to have had an awkward fight with him without him knowing the reason.

"Severus, wait." Wan Mo also followed, he wanted to know the reason for Snape's awkwardness.

Snape's straight spine stiffened a little at the feeling of Moores coming up from behind, but his steps didn't stop for a second.

"Severus, I said, what are you throwing at?"

ignore.

"Severus, don't you think you're going too fast?"

Still ignore.

Wan Mo narrowed his black eyes and snapped his fingers.

The black-haired Slytherin who was walking fast felt as if he had hit a transparent wall suddenly, and the strong impact made him fall backwards in his weak body.

A small palm supported his thin back, preventing him from having a second impact with the ground.

When the vision returned to clarity, the stubborn young man was eager to get rid of the situation that annoyed him. He tried to struggle to get up, but a white hand passed under his armpit and pressed on his chest, firmly fixing him.

"Maybe we can have a good talk now, Mr. Snape." Wan Mo smiled gently. For the awkward Mr. Snape, this situation can make him utter something honestly?

The steady breath from the nape of his neck made Snape's ears blush, and he tried his best to maintain an expressionless expression on his tense face, and his fingertips quietly fumbled for the wand in his sleeve.

Then he heard a sigh from the back of his neck, and everything from the neck down suddenly became extremely weak.

Snape heard Moores muttering something "twisted baby" under his breath, and his eyebrows were furrowed tightly together.

"Let go!" Snape almost gritted his teeth.

"Unless you tell me what's wrong with you?"

"Damn it, if it wasn't for all the things you shouldn't have done—"

"What did I do?" Wan Mo blinked innocently.

Snape immediately shut his mouth tightly and simply played dead.

"Severus—"

Damn Mers, how could you be so close to him!The slightly cool breath stimulated his neck and made him shiver uncontrollably.

Wan Mo was a little surprised to find that Mr. Snape had covered all the pink behind his ears, and he couldn't believe it—this man whose ears were about to burn was really Severus?

In his memory, Professor Devil has always been synonymous with toughness, even stone.

He blew on the pink ear, intending to blow away the black silk hair so that he could see it more clearly.

Then he felt the person in his arms trembling slightly.

Mr. Snape bit his lower lip tightly, as if trying to endure something, the pink color on the back of his ears had spread to his neck.

"..." Wan Mo, who did not expect such a situation, was a little dazed.

"Severus, the back of your ears and neck seem to be very sensitive..." Wan Mo didn't continue, because he saw bloodshot from the boy's lower lip.

He frowned slightly, and his white fingers gently but forcefully opened his teeth, untied the restraints, and Snape pushed him out in embarrassment.

"What do you want to say, Severus?" Wan Mo smiled gently, as if it was someone else who imprisoned the boy just now.

Snape stared into his dark eyes angrily, and said through gritted teeth, "You're a bastard, Moores."

After speaking, he walked back to the cellar as aggressively as when he came here without looking back—although there was a trace of haste and embarrassment that was not obvious.

"Asshole? Well, it seems that no one has scolded me for thousands of years—" Wan Mo stroked his chin, staring at the figure who was leaving quickly, with a charming arc on his lips.

He thought of the pink flush on the pale skin.