The day to become the final boss

Of course, Wan Mo's shadow did not appear in Snape's sleep, he himself is in hell now.

To be precise, it was in the castle of Brad, the ancestor of the high-level monster blood clan in hell.

Brad is one of the few high-level monsters reincarnated from human souls in hell, and Wanmo once expected him to be his successor.

The ancestor of the blood race is looking at the god of death wandering on his gothic gorgeous seat.

The master of God's Domain has always been indifferent and alienated, as if he is outside the law of all things.His dark eyes have always looked down on the common people mercilessly, the pure darkness in those eyes is like a bottomless black hole, connecting another dark world.

But now, those eyes that are as cold and beautiful as dark crystals obviously don't have the soul-deep attraction they have had for a long time, and they even look a little stupefied—our great god is distracted.

"Master of God's Domain, you seem to be distracted by something. I don't know if I will have the honor to listen to you?" Brad bowed gracefully and motioned for the servants to go down.

The blood race saluted silently, stepped back a few steps and quietly merged into the darkness.

Wan Mo's loose eyes moved towards this handsome ancestor of the blood race - the ancestor of the blood race had wavy long hair as bright as gold, blue eyes as blue as the sky, and a slender and explosive body.

He looks like the Apollo god in Greek mythology in Wanmo's previous life, but he was marked by the god of death thousands of years ago as a permanent part of hell.

"Brad, when did I give you the privilege to spy on the master's mind at will?" Wan Mo knocked his eyelids slightly, his black eyelashes covered what might be revealed in his pupils, and his white fingers flicked in a gentle rhythm. Tap on the armrest.

The ancestor of the blood race stopped talking, and he lowered his head meekly.

Wan Mo stared at him silently for a moment, then he stood up from the gorgeous main seat of the castle, and the next moment he quietly appeared beside Brad.

White and delicate fingers lifted up Brad's handsome face, and the black-haired, black-eyed Grim Reaper pulled himself and him to an ambiguous distance, and they could even feel each other's breathless breath.

Surprise flashed in Brad's blue pupils, and he didn't dare to move, allowing the master's breath to invade.

After an unknown amount of time, the master let go of him, and there was some kind of complexity in the jet-black pupils.

The god of death reappeared on the main seat, and coldly ordered "get out."

Brad bowed respectfully, carrying out the ruthless order.His broad cloak was raised, and he disappeared from the master's sight in a blink of an eye.

Only the people on the main seat and the dark tranquility remained in the entire space.

Wan Mo found helplessly that he actually still doesn't like men, maybe after dozens of centuries of loneliness, women are now included?

He couldn't even bear the air of being too close to others - as Mr. Snape said, at most he could only accept a distance that did not exceed the "polite range".

But Severus Snape is different. Whenever I see him, I can't help but want to get close to him. When I get close to him, I can't help but want to play a prank on him. An interesting expression, once the cool skin touched the pale body, he couldn't help wandering to more places, even the soul that had been dead for many years seemed to become younger.

The child is not yet 14 years old.

Well, all kinds of circumstances show that Wanmo, who has not been in heat for thousands of years, has now become a pedophile.

Even though he understood the specialness of Mr. Snape to him, Wan Mo still felt that he could not let go of his rare feelings.Mr. Snape is only human, and he is Death.

If you have strong expectations for this relationship, then the result must be to leave you with regrets for centuries.

The fragile human soul cannot bear the endless magic of death.

Maybe you can consider keeping your own shell that holds your real body, choose to be accompanied by someone for a hundred years, and then continue to be lonely?

Wan Mo wondered a long time ago why Professor Snape hated Quidditch so much in the original story of "Harry Potter". Is it just because he hates being good at Quidditch and always likes to fly around rapidly in the air on a broomstick? James, who let his weed-like hair be blown even more grotesquely by the wind?

When he accidentally saw Mr. Snape taking flying lessons, Wan Mo felt that he had realized it.

All the little wizards around got on their brooms and pulled them up from the ground, even girls were no exception.James Potter and Sirius Black rode brooms in the air like a hurricane and rampaged arrogantly, made various difficult movements on the brooms, and screamed excitedly.

And Mr. Snape was still standing firmly on the ground, staring at his broom expressionlessly.

"Up!"

The broom rolls proudly on the ground, but still lies upright.

"Up!"

Hearing the sound, the broom raised its butt high and paused for a moment, then fell down unsteadily again.

Snape's outstretched hands were raised a little stiffly, and there was a little annoyance in his flat voice.He pursed his lips, wanting to give up on continuing this stupid and useless thing, but the flight professor was looking at him from a distance.

"Up!!" The boy's voice was more stern.

The broom floated tremblingly and reluctantly.Snape supported it with his hands and stepped up a leg, sitting on it with a dark face.

The broom continued to float up tremblingly. It can be described like this - if James Potter is riding a Bolanghini, then the performance of Mr. Snape's mount is that the car will disintegrate into a pile of waste parts in the next moment Also heavily loaded classic car.

"Mers, why don't you leave?" Wan Mo's roommate Thomas turned back and tugged on his sleeve. "What are you watching? Gryffindor and Slytherin flying lessons? Oh, I have to say, although James Potter always looks like a spoiled young master, his broom It was really good."

After Thomas said a few words, he realized that his roommate didn't look at Potter who was flying in the air, but the black-haired Slytherin who was dwarfed below. "Are you looking at Snape?"

"uh-huh."

"Myers, although your Slytherin friend was excellent in potions and did well in his other subjects, he never passed his flying lessons - Mr. Snape for the past two years Couldn't even get his broom to stand up. The flying professor said he was the least talented student he ever taught."

At this time, there was a small noise in the distance, a little wizard accidentally injured his arm, and the professor immediately sent the unlucky boy to the medical wing.

Seeing the professor leave, James Potter immediately drove his broom over Snape.

He stared at the blue-faced Snape with flickering eyes, folded his hands on his chest, and laughed exaggeratedly: "Oh! Merlin——! Snotluck, are you riding a broom?!"

Sirius' broom also leaned over, and he let out a weird smirk.

The muffled laughter seemed to be contagious, and soon most of the Gryffindors gathered around to follow Lehe.

The Slytherins frowned slightly. They didn't surround them, but no one stepped out to help. The Slytherins took care of themselves and settled their own affairs.

Snape looked at the group of Gryffindors expressionlessly, without saying a word.

"James Potter, what are you doing?" Lily's broom also flew over, and she was directly between Snape and Gryffindor, her emerald eyes staring wide.

"Of course not, Evans, I'm a Gryffindor who is enthusiastic and caring for my classmates." Potter winked at Lily in a rogue manner, and the surrounding Gryffindors burst into laughter again, and two whistled. of.

Potter nudged Black's rib lightly with his elbow, and Black let out a weird "Aww" and winked at Remus, and the two of them flew towards Lily one after the other, "Oh, Evans , We just saw that Mary seems to be in a little trouble over there, it's not convenient for us boys to go over to help, maybe you can go over there?"

"Remus, Blake! You two..." The unwilling Lily was dragged out of the crowd by two people.

Potter shrugged his shoulders and mocked maliciously, "If I were you, I would feel ashamed. Snotty, are you really a man? Every time a girl stands up and speaks for you."

The crowd booed, and someone inside replied, "Come on, James, you look snotty, he can't even beat a girl—"

Another burst of laughter.

"Aren't you going to help me out, Moers? Those Gryffindors are going too far." Thomas frowned and looked at the calm Wanmo.

"It's not necessary." Wan Mo said disapprovingly.

Snape remained silent with a dark face, but anyone could see that he was in a bad mood.

But the uglier his face, the more excited Mr. Potter was.

James Potter coquettishly combed back Punk's hair, which had already been blown enough by the wind, with his five fingers, screamed and controlled the broom to dive towards Snape.

Snape dodged aside in a bit of embarrassment, but his ability to control the broom was so poor that Potter knocked off a small portion of the broom's tail.

The slightly chipped broom gave a contented creak and broke down.Snape fell from the sky, luckily the master's broom didn't fly more than 3 meters high.With a levitating spell, Snape staggered a few steps before standing still.

"Oh, snot-nosed man, if you ride a broom with your superb skills, it's better to let the broom ride you!~~~~"

The crowd roared with laughter for the third time.

Snape raised his wand to Gryffindor's harsh laughter, "Levicorpus! (Fuchsia)"

James Potter, who was complacent, hadn't realized what happened, a violent force suddenly pulled his feet up, and he was extremely dizzy, and the people around him screamed loudly.