The day to become the final boss

Mr. Snape had a quarrel, and it was totally unexpected.

Since returning from Diagon Alley that day.His attitude towards Wan Mo seemed to have suddenly returned to the subconscious defensiveness of last year, as well as a deliberate alienation.

Wan Mo still hasn't figured out why his personality is twisted again, Christmas is coming.

During the Christmas week, Snape chose to return to Prince Manor instead of staying at Hogwarts.

"Severus, are you arguing with Mers again?" Ferigus the lizard squatted on the potion making table, flicked its tail and stared at the black-haired Slytherin who was brewing the potion.

The grass-green potion in the cauldron was bubbling and making a small "gulp" sound.

"...No." Snape hesitated for a moment.

"But the way you get along is a bit strange recently, what's wrong with you?"

Snape pursed his lips, dripped a few drops of liquid into the cauldron, and slowly stirred clockwise 9 and a half times, turning the fire under the cauldron into freezing fire, and the potion became somewhat transparent.

"Severus?"

"...I just suddenly realized something." He put away the stirring rod and started to clean up the material residue and some utensils on the operating table.This potion can be bottled after the freezing fire is fully boiled for another 15 minutes.

"In what ways?"

"Racial disparity."

Ferrigues scratched the back of his head with his sharp paws, "As far as I know, wizards can live in peace with many magical species. I thought wizards who are hybrids of magical creatures and humans would not mind this too much."

Snape stopped talking. In fact, it was not so much that he was entangled in racial issues, but that Moores' indifference to life frightened him.

That was a real indifference, not a hard heart or a cold-blooded attitude, but an essential indifference.At that time, what was reflected in those black pupils was a kind of indifference higher than life, a kind of looking down that could not be expressed in words.

This reminded Snape of the huge, cold and sacred throne he looked up at when he strayed into the mysterious location of Mers during the summer vacation.

Such indifference terrified Snape.

He felt that there should still be a distance between him and Moores.

Snape's steady hand filled the bottle with the potion.He didn't continue to delay in the basement, and he quickly cleaned up the console and left.

Snape was content with two hardworking house-elves who didn't even have a quirk of screaming and banging walls. (Yes, but threatened by lizards: scream and hit the wall and be eaten.) The castle remains clean and peaceful.The handrail of the stairs reflected a black halo, and Snape stopped suddenly as he passed the statue of Rex.

"Do you have any questions, Severus," asked Rex in the portrait.

"Rex, do you know what hell is?"

"Hell? Severus, what are you referring to? Is it a description of some kind of tragic situation, or a Muggle legend?" Rex was curious, why did he suddenly ask this.

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, and he strode away without answering the question of the grandfather who had become a portrait.

"Severus, wait." Rex thought for a while, and suddenly stopped him.

Snape stopped and turned around.

"You mean that hell?"

"Which one? Is it describing some kind of tragic situation, or is it a Muggle legend?" Snape smirked, repeating what Rex had said before very badly.

"Oh, Severus, I just didn't realize it for a while. After all, there are very few people who know that place really exists, and in the magic world, there are only a few families with ancient inheritance who still have cryptic references to hell." Documents. How do you know?" Rex was not angry at all because of Snape's attitude, his face was even a little serious.

"Rex, in fact, you often see hell creatures." Snape answered irrelevantly.

"Often? How is it possible? You know hell creatures are..."

"From when I inherited the manor." Snape raised his eyebrows and cut off his words.

"You mean—" Rex looked at the little lizard at Snape's feet in disbelief.

Ferrigues straightened his chest, held his head arrogantly, and his golden vertical pupils were piercing.

"That's it????" Rex pointed at the lizard dragon on the ground with a dreamy look on his face, and his fingertips were about to pierce the surface of the canvas.

"What is a thing? The great Ferrigues is a dragon, a noble dragon! You idiot who has no brains and was nailed to the wall!" Ferrigues opened his mouth, revealing a white sharp jagged mouth teeth.It took a deep breath, stared at Rex viciously, with a ferocious face, as if it wanted to spray something at him but couldn't.

Rex "..."

He always felt that the illusion of hell was more fragmented.

"Cough," Rex cleared his throat, withdrew his impolite fingers, and was forced to return to the previous topic under Ferrigas' gloomy gaze. "Severus, I remember that one of the books inherited from the Prince Manor mentioned what you wanted to know."

"I thought the inheritance of the Prince family was scrapped by the Ministry of Magic?" Snape automatically blocked the interaction between the statue and the lizard, he smirked.

"Severus, any family that is truly ancient has its own secret method to hide the real most precious things of the family." Rex straightened his back and replied proudly: "And Prince, she is old enough .”

"I think so."

"There is a locker carved with narcissus in the storage room of the castle. Knock the sixth narcissus root 4 times, and a groove will appear, and a drop of your blood will seep into it. The secret treasure of the Prince Manor will be inherited by the blood. turned on."

"Thank you for your guidance, Rex."

Snape flipped through the book in his hand, and the lines of writing emerging on the yellowed high-grade parchment described a secret that was no longer known to most people in the magic world.

A secret about a mysterious realm.

Long ago, strange and powerful beings who claimed to be from hell had contact with wizards.During the short contact process, the wizards realized that there is a higher level in this world, and some of them took the initiative to approach the human-loving existence among these creatures.

Ancient legends - among them is the greatest wizard - Merlin.

Snape closed the book in his hand.

He rubbed his forehead, and now he deeply felt Rex's disillusioned feeling - even he thought so, let alone Rex who grew up reading this book since he was a child.

This book mentions the hell described by the monsters, but it doesn't mention the cold throne either.

However, it is mentioned in this book that the Potter family has a portrait that has been handed down from the time of the three Peverell brothers.

It is not a living and talking portrait with the memory of the wizard that exists in the wizarding world now, but it is drawn with a brush like the portraits of Muggles, and only a protective spell is cast on the portrait.

But the monsters are in awe of it.

Snape had seen the name Peverell several times in the ancient books provided by Ferriges, but this ancient family does not exist in the existing wizarding world. Could it be that it has died out?

"Ferrigus, I thought you knew Peverell?" Snape's eyes flicked to the Lizard Dragon writhing on the golden pillow.

"Peverell? Ah, of course I remember." The lizard dragon swung its tail slowly and comfortably. "Many monsters know those three brothers."

"As wizards, what do the proud monsters care about? What earth-shattering things have they done?"

"No, Severus, they are just ordinary wizards, a few wizards can make the noble monsters think about it." Ferrigues snorted disdainfully, "Peverell can make the monsters remember, Because the great Death gave them three things."

"Reaper really exists?" Snape's dark eyes flashed surprise.

"Of course." Lizard sat up straight. "The great Grim Reaper is the only law controller, the only god. This has been known to many wizards for thousands of years, and it's not a secret."

"Then why is it that no one knows about it now, and there are hardly any records of it?"

Ferrigues smacked his lips, scratched his chin with his sharp nails, thought for a moment and said, "Because the great god of death doesn't like people to know his existence, even powerful monsters have stayed in hell for nearly a thousand years—after thousands of years Now, apart from monsters, few people know what this great god looks like."

"Then why did the Peverell family disappear after getting something bestowed by the god of death?"

"Because two of the three brothers were destined to die. And—who told you that the Peverell family was cut off?"

"There is no ancient family named Peverell in the wizarding world," Snape replied. "He changed his last name?" He raised his eyebrows.

"The wise and prudent third of the Peverells lived to old age and died. He enjoyed the supreme glory-the humble soul was taken by the great god of death himself. And his descendant is now called Potter-with shaggy hair Head." Ferriges grinned and let out an odd laugh.

Mr. Snape, who hated Potter, frowned.

It seems that the Potter family is indeed a noble among the nobles in the magic world, and may even be the oldest wizard bloodline in the magic world.Snape was silent for a moment, he suddenly thought of something and gasped. "That portrait of Potter's family painted the Grim Reaper?!"

"What portrait?" Ferriges asked curiously.

Snape ran his finger along the thick spine of the book. "This book mentions that the Potter family has inherited a portrait that awes monsters—it was passed down from Peverell's time."

"I don't know. I haven't seen that portrait, so I can't give you a definite answer." Ferriges thought for a while and then said, "But I advise you not to look at it."

Snape scoffed, "I'm not stupid enough to invade someone's manor out of limited curiosity."

"Even if it's not an invasion, don't look at it if you have the chance. The god of death won't like it. Just look at James Potter. He hasn't seen that portrait—if there is such a picture." The master definitely didn't Would love to be exposed by Severus.

"How do you know, Ferrigues?"

"what do you know?"

"How do you know that Potter with the grass in his head hasn't seen the portrait?" Snape wondered.

"..." I can't tell you, if Potter had seen that portrait, he would never have behaved so arrogantly in front of his master.