The day to become the final boss

When James Potter's brain started to function again, he realized that his field of vision was upside down, and there was a feeling of congestion above his neck.

"You insidious snot!" Potter roared angrily, he tried to take out his wand to fight back, but the upside-down posture made his pocket unable to withstand rummaging, and the wand slipped over his fingertips and fell directly on the ground. on the ground.

"James!" Peter Pedilu went up to help, but he found that no matter what method he used, he couldn't save Potter, who was upside down.

"Look." Wan Mo looked at Thomas with a smile.

Thomas was full of disbelief, "Merlin, what kind of spell did Snape use? I bet no one has seen it before!" Although Thomas was assigned to Hufflepuff, he was a pure-blood wizard. But never heard of it again.

Wan Mo looked into the distance, and saw that the flying professor had returned, probably handing over the injured student to another professor on the way to the medical wing.He shouted loudly: "The professor is back!"

His voice was not very loud in the empty flying lesson field, but Snape heard it, and also recognized who the owner of the voice was.

"Liberacorpus (Golden Bell Falls)." Snape pursed his lips, muttering the incantation in a low voice unwillingly.

There was a pale white light from the tip of the wand, and then Potter fell like a knot on the ground, uttering a cry of pain-although he was very close to the ground because he dived towards Snape, but it was five or six The height of feet still made him almost faint when he fell.

Peter hurried over to help Potter up.

Regardless of the pain in his body, the angry shaggy lion rolled over and got up. He lifted Peter who was supporting him, quickly grabbed the wand that fell from the ground, and raised his hand to cast a jinx on Snape.

Of course, Snape, who was Potter's deadly enemy, had already taken precautions. He used the Flying Curse to summon his broken broom lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and used it to block his body.

As soon as the flying professor came back, he heard the sound of the curse hitting an object, Merlin, what's wrong with this class? "James Potter!" cried the Professor angrily, striding forward menacingly. "Why did you destroy the school broom? Even if your flying lessons are good enough! Labor service! A week! Report to Pringle after class today!" (Apollion Pringle, Arthur The predecessor of Filch, the administrator of the era, was dubbed the "old monster" by the students. Snape's student dormitory at the same time as Arthur should be this instead of Filch.)

"No, Professor, it's Snivel—oh, no, it's Sne..." Potter tried to justify his actions.

It's a pity that the professor can't listen to anything when he sees the remains of brooms scattered all over the ground.He interrupted Potter's defense angrily, "Oh, I forgot, Gryffindor deducted 10 points for vandalism."

He turned around and announced loudly: "Now—get out of class is over!"

Potter angrily took off his coat and threw it vigorously on the grass. He turned to Snape with red eyes. Just as he was about to do something, a strong hand grabbed the back of the collar.

"Although you don't seem convinced, let me remind you, Mr. Potter, unfortunately this is the last class of the day, and now—follow me to Pringle. I will hand you over personally!"

Snape looked at the back of the flying professor dragging Potter away speechlessly, deeply feeling the invincibility of the professor's privilege of deducting points and confinement.

"What's the matter, I suddenly found that a Hogwarts professor is a good job? If you want to deduct Gryffindor house points as much as you want, you can apply for the job after graduation." A familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Si Nepe jerked his head back, feeling something soft and moist brush his cheek.

He covered his face and stepped back a few steps, trying to show a ferocious expression, but the panic in his eyes made him look lacking in momentum.

Wan Mo was almost certain that the back of Mr. Snape's ears turned red again.

God!He really couldn't help but want to tease him, thinking like a kitten's paw was gently scratching inside.

"Mers—" Thomas shouted not far away.

"Come right away." Wan Mo responded in a good mood, but when he turned around, he could only see Mr. Snape's black robe fluttering from his back because of his rapid walking.

"You like him?" Thomas walked up to him.

"Is it that obvious?" Wan Mo smiled and narrowed his eyes, still staring at the distant figure.

"Oh! Mers, you think I'm blind, your behavior just now is close to molesting!" Thomas wailed.

Wan Mo smiled as if he had taken advantage of it, "Come on, Thomas, don't say that, we are the purest and most innocent Hufflepuffs."

"Don't mention this to me. Sometimes I wonder if you have some way to fool the sorting hat, and that old fool put you in the most honest and honest house in Hogwarts."

On the treetops in the distance, a blood-red-eyed raven flapped its wings, uttered a harsh cry, and then flew into the distance, leaving behind a few pitch-black feathers.

Wan Mo looked in the direction it flew away.

"What's the matter, Mers?"

"It's all right. A bird flew over there just now."

Maybe he was supercilious, but that seemingly ordinary bird seemed to have a bit of a monster's breath somewhere.

The dark raven flew quickly over the mountains, across the jungle, and finally plunged into a hidden cave.There was a magic circle there, and the raven jumped into it.

After a brief teleportation, it returned to its owner.

Its owner consulted its memory, then frowned and remained silent for a long time.

The residence of the master alchemist Nicole Flamel in France.

As the longest-lived wizard in the European magic world, Nicole Flamel knows many secrets that others do not know, such as the great death, such as something that is now invading his mansion.

Something dissolved in the darkness spread coldly from the dark corners, looking like a thick black fog.They erode every inch of land they touch, silently, but with chilling malice.

Nicole Flamel bent down.

"Your arrival is welcome, Your Excellency."

The darkness gathered, revealing a slender figure.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Nicole Flamel." The voice of the master of the figure was elegant and pleasant, with the unique arrogance and special charm of a superior person.

"Yes, since you taught me how to escape the pursuit of death." Facing a mysterious figure, the master alchemist who had lived for 600 years looked cautious.

"No, you haven't escaped the pursuit of death. You must know that escaping death is a very serious crime." The figure mercilessly stated this cruel fact in a cold voice.

The body of the master alchemist trembled, apparently recalling the terrifying scene of his direct encounter with the god of death a few days ago.Not sure, he whispered submissively: "But the god of death let me go that day—"

The black shadow let out a creepy sneer. "How on earth have you survived these years? This is just a small game of the great god. You must know that there is always something to entertain for such a long time. And watching sinners fear, repent and collapse, and finally put the poor It is Death's favorite little game."

Every time he said a word, Nicole Flamel trembled.

"I... I never thought..."

"It never occurred to me that death is not the end? No, for most lives it is, death is rest and tranquility. But for you death is just the beginning of torment." If there is anything most vicious in the world, it is absolutely It is the breath of monsters and deceptive words.

Nico had been completely defeated, he was trembling all over, and could barely maintain standing.

"But you have a chance—"

"What chance? How can the god of death let me go?" The master alchemist prostrated himself on the ground, begging in his desperate voice, begging this mysterious shadow to give him a chance.

"You saw this opportunity not long ago, he was at Hogwarts in England."

"Who? Albus? The professor of Hogwarts?" Nicole Flamel's eyes were full of confusion, he suddenly flinched, and said with difficulty: "Could it be the god of death?"

"You are very smart."

"No, you said that the god of death will not let me go—"

"I'm referring to the superfluous body of the great god of death." There seemed to be some kind of cold anger in the voice of the black shadow.Silent for a while, the elegant voice continued to bewitch. "Death is the only god in this world. He is immortal, his magic power is endless, and he is an eternal existence—but his body is not!" "You mean—" the alchemist guessed a possibility sex, but he was willing to guess wrong.

"This is a great opportunity. The greatness is that for some inexplicable reason, the god of death loves the extra body exceptionally. Listen, Nicole Flamel, that body cannot bear even the god of death to use even a thousandth of it. One's magic, if you can find a way to trap him somewhere—"

"But, I'm just a wizard, how long can I trap a great god..." the voice of the alchemist struggling and trembling.

"It depends on your own ability."

Nicole Flamel knows that there is a word in ancient eastern countries called "drinking poison to quench thirst", which means using wrong methods to solve immediate difficulties regardless of serious consequences.Just like now, but knowing that it is highly poisonous, he can only swallow the bitter fruit along with his own blood and decayed soul.

"When I was young, I always wanted to know where you came from, but I think I don't want to think about it anymore." The master alchemist prostrated himself on the floor, making a painful sound, and his whole body was enveloped in an ominous dead air.

"Hey, Nico, in fact, you already knew that I came from hell." The black shadow sneered in the dark and sighed with satisfaction.

The author has something to say: In fact, wy doesn't hate Peter, he is just an ordinary person, although his appearance is really wretched.

As I said earlier in Chapter 15—in the difficult days of fighting against Voldemort and the Death Eaters, between the safety of my own life and even my family, and the friends who have been together for 7 years in the "Wormtail" mode, If it were you, how would you choose?

Peter is not without humanity. In the end, he was even killed by the fake hand made for him by Voldemort because of his kindness to Harry Potter. Please see the original text——

The silver fingers loosened.This was beyond Harry's expectations: he jerked free, his hand still over Wormtail's mouth.

He saw fear and surprise in the watery eyes of the mouselike figure: he seemed as much as Harry at what his hand had just done, at the little act of kindness he had just shown. surprise.He struggled more violently, as if to cover up his momentary vulnerability. "We'll have this," Ron whispered, pulling Wormtail's wand out of his other hand.

Without his wand, Wormtail despaired.Fear caused Peter Pettigrew's pupils to dilate.His eyes moved away from Harry's face.His silver fingers moved relentlessly toward his throat.

"Do not--"

Without thinking, Harry pulled the hand back quickly, but couldn't stop it.The silver tool that Voldemort bestowed upon his cowardly servant had been turned against its bare-handed and useless master, and Peter Pettigrew was paying for his hesitation, his momentary pity leading him to strangle before their eyes.

"No!"

Ron had also let go of Wormtail, and together he and Harry tried to free the metal fingers locked around Wormtail's throat, but to no avail.Pettigrew turned livid.

"Let's loose!" said Ron, aiming his wand at the silver hand, but it was no use; Peter Pettigrew fell to his knees.Then Hermione let out the most terrifying scream.Wormtail's eyes rolled in his livid face; he twitched one last time, and could not move again.