The day to become the final boss

Because of Wan Mo's forced stay overnight, Mr. Snape did not return to the bedroom all night.He stayed in the basement and spent the whole night studying potions.

Snape was late for breakfast the next day.

"Severus, your complexion is not very good, did you not have a good rest last night?" Wan Mo smiled and pulled away the chair beside him.

Snape glanced at him and sat directly across from him on the side farthest from him.

"Boom!" Breakfast for two appeared on the tidy dining table in the blink of an eye.

Snape frowned and stared at his glass, which was a glass of milk instead of his favorite coffee.

He pursed his lips, didn't say anything, lowered his head and focused on his breakfast - but he never touched the milky white, steaming warm liquid from the beginning to the end.

After breakfast, Wan Mo left.

Fluffy's tender little tentacles pulled out a black hole in the air, and Wan Mo jumped in directly.

Snape rubbed the space between his brows, he needed to take a shower now, sleep for two hours, and pack up and go back to Hogwarts in the afternoon.

"Severus."

Snape turned his head to look at Rex who suddenly stopped him. "What's the matter?"

"That...Mers is not a wizard?" Rex paused, considering his words. "Your relationship seems to be... intimate?"

"Mers is not a wizard, I don't even know what he is."

"Isn't he a monster? Oh, I thought he was, and he was the highest kind—he can make me feel something that is hard to describe in words..." Rex hesitated, and continued, "I also said I don’t know what it feels like, I just feel that all life should be in awe in front of him, should prostrate, should tremble, should...that adult should stand on the highest place that all life looks up to—all of them!”

Rex's eyes glared brightly, and his expression was filled with some kind of inexplicable fanaticism.

Snape sneered, Mers?Moores is indeed mysterious and powerful, but he wants to tell Rex that he feels just the opposite of the portrait—Mr. Moores is rude, self-righteous, and extremely shameless!Merlin should roll as far as he should!

"When will you get married?" Rex asked suddenly.

"Aha?" Snape didn't react for a while.

"When are you getting married?" Rex asked again.

"..." This time Snape came to his senses and didn't suspect that he was hallucinating, but he was choked to death by this sentence.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't get married, but you must have children—oh, Merlin, what a strong lineage, Severus, you must seize the opportunity. If the heirs of the Prince family can have that What is the Duke of Darkness? Prince’s family will definitely produce another Merlin!!”

"Rex..."

"Oh, my dear Severus, don't pay attention to the issue of different races, the earliest wizards are the magical blood of humans and higher magical creatures who intermarried—"

"Rex!!"

"Um,...Okay, let's talk about Severus first." Under Mr. Snape's cannibalistic eyes, Rex awkwardly interrupted the impassioned paranoia of family blood.

"Would you like to be the consort of Lord Mo... Severus?" The Ferigus lizard jumped out from nowhere, tilted its head, dangling its long tail, and stared at the young man with golden vertical pupils like glass beads wizard.

A vein popped out of Snape's forehead.

"Damn it, which eye of yours has seen how close the humble me is to the great, damned Mr. Moores!?" Mr. Snape growled angrily, feeling his temples bulge and bulge. Pain.

"Oh, Severus, although my portrait was frozen by that person yesterday and I couldn't see clearly, I heard some intimate enough words and ambiguous voices." "Oh, Severus, did you Wasn't the object of estrus in the dream Mers?"

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

Snape choked, his face turned a little pale.

He was silent for a moment, and said softly word by word with no expression on his face: "Put away your loose fantasies and wild speculations, and keep your mouths shut. From now on, I don't want you to talk about this topic anymore. Any word!"

Rex shut up because it occurred to him that Severus, who had reset the defenses of Prince's homestead, could take down his portrait and do whatever he wanted with it.

Ferrigues also shut up, because he thought of the great master's unusual tolerance for Severus, and the young wizard who recently used some potion ingredients he got from himself to develop a potion that would work on monsters. potion.

During the Christmas holidays, Hogwarts Castle was covered with a layer of pure silver. After seven days of silence, the castle became lively again with the return of the little wizards.

Snape and Lily greeted each other at the dinner, automatically blocked the grinning James Potter, and returned to the lounge early without eating much food.

Slytherin's cellar is probably the coldest dormitory in Hogwarts. Snape's pitifully small dormitory does not have a fireplace (compared to other Slytherin dormitories), so he must give himself a warm spell if he wants to sleep comfortably .

You said he could actually build a fireplace or something for the dormitory?Nice idea, but it's unrealistic, the pattern of Hogwarts rooms is fixed in its defense system, and no magic can change it, unless Snape can do it himself, dig one by hand.

The tired Snape took a hot bath for himself, the blood in his extremities, which were as frozen as iron, was warmed by the slightly scalded hot water, and the flow speed was accelerated.

He dried himself quickly, and a pale-skinned teenager was printed on the bathroom mirror.

Snape stared at his own figure for a moment.

In the mirror is a teenager with greasy (protective agent) hair. His hair is half long, hanging straight on both sides of his cheeks like black curtains.His eyes lacked the vitality that a young man should have, they looked gloomy, and the eye sockets were a little blue, of course this was because he hadn't slept all day and night.His high, aquiline nose does not conform to the British aesthetic, his thin lower lip looks bloodless, his skin is unhealthily pale, his limbs are thin, and even his body can see two protruding ribs.

There is nothing worth seeing.

Mr. Snape had come to that conclusion about his own body.

He really didn't understand why Moores was so keen to touch such a body—oh, and he didn't even have straight teeth.

Snape spat at himself, then wrapped himself in his nightgown and went to bed.

Before he went to sleep, he found that Ferrigues had gone somewhere.

Merlin knew, probably went to Moers?Or back to its shiny pile in the caves of the Forbidden Forest?

Snape didn't want to think about it any more, and pulled the covers back.

The night at Hogwarts was quiet and quiet. There was no wind in this cold night. Under the cold moonlight, the bare branches reflected a faint white light like the snow.

Snape didn't sleep well, the Warming Charm lost its effectiveness after a deep sleep, and the cold made him curl up subconsciously.

Even so, he didn't wake up from the cold, after all, he spent the past two winters in this dormitory like this.

He vaguely felt that cool, inexplicably familiar breath again.

It's Mers.

Snape vaguely remembered that he didn't seem to drink the tranquilizing potion before going to bed today.

A hand with slender fingers reached into the quilt, touched his cold body and paused, and then he felt the owner of the hand get into the quilt.

Moles' body temperature was much higher than usual, and he was even wearing only a thin layer of silk pajamas. Snape couldn't bear the temptation of the heater, and leaned over in a daze.

Embracing the warmth and softness of the stove, Snape let out a contented sigh.

It seems that Mr. Moores in the dream is not always keen on some shameless things.

With a familiar smell lingering in his nose, Snape, who was gradually warming up, fell into a deep sleep for a while, and then he was awakened by the moving hand on his body and the light touch like a feather on his neck.

He opened his eyes, and met a pair of jet-black pupils that were close at hand.

Moers immediately kissed his thin lips, and his bright red tongue brushed the pale lip line.

Snape felt the silky and delicate hand slowly move from his waist to his hip, and squeezed it viciously.A sneer flashed in the black pupil.

Very well, how could there be a non-shameless Mers! ?Snape sneered.

When the bright red tongue teased his thin lips again, Snape pinched the smooth and delicate jaw, turned over and pressed him under him, and suddenly covered his mouth and stuffed his tongue. go in.

He squeezed the inner wall of the other's mouth mercilessly, and tried to go deep into the throat just like how Moores treated himself yesterday—this was revenge.

He was very satisfied to detect a hint of disbelief in those dark eyes.

But when the familiar breath was slowly entangled with himself, and the ambiguous sound of water and Moores's slight short panting came from his ears, he involuntarily slowed down the intrusion, just wanting to lick it carefully The soft tongue and the wall of the cavity even moved in and out rhythmically at the edge of the throat slowly and slowly.

He felt the greenness below him heat up and swell.

The delicate and smooth skin was touched under the palm, and the charming panting was heard in the ears. Snape grabbed his slender waist and squeezed himself hard on the ivory-colored slender thighs.

Damn Mers always likes to rub himself with those legs!

Mr. Snape bit down on the corner of the rosy mouth, leaving an obvious tooth mark.

The repeated squeezing and rubbing movements rubbed the fabrics that were spaced between each other, the loose robes made their skin contact more, and the teenager's loose underwear slid down more and more.Finally, the hot and erect organ pierced nakedly on the smooth and elastic thigh.A shudder ran up Snape's spine, and a pleasure more intense than any previous dream swept through his body.He paused slightly, the ivory-colored skin became smoother with the transparent mucus oozing from the front of the organ.The next moment, he accelerated the speed and force of the jab, and both of them were panting.

Although the surrounding air was so cold, Snape broke out in a thin sweat under the repeated ups and downs.

Finally, he erupted his enthusiasm on those slender thighs.Then, a strong drowsiness hit.

He fell on top of the people below.

Wan Mo rubbed his forehead, he turned the sleeping Snape over, and helped him cover the quilt.

He turned over and got out of bed, looking at the turbid white dripping down his thighs, speechless.

Was he molested by a minor?

An old virgin who has existed for dozens of centuries, Mr. Wan Mo is deeply depressed.

He didn't know why it developed like this.At first, he really just wanted to tease the young wizard, and found that Snape's body was chilly, and he deliberately raised the temperature of his body so that the young man could sleep comfortably, and then he just teased him out of habit.Who knew he had such a big reaction?

Wan Mo likes Snape's closeness and his breath, but it doesn't mean that as a man, he would like to be pressed down. However, he suddenly found that if the boy above was this boy, he didn't hate it.

So he acquiesced in his overstepping behavior.

But Wan Mo found out even more depressingly - Snape's enthusiasm can make his soul feel happy.

He seems to have returned to the time of flesh and blood human beings, he will be excited, panting, and even heave.

Snape's influence on him was much greater than expected—perhaps keeping an appropriate distance temporarily was not just a problem that Mr. Snape should consider.

In the morning, Snape woke up from the bed, his eyes wide open staring at the ceiling in a daze like never before.

If you take a Legilimency at this time, you will be surprised to find that this gloomy black-haired Slytherin is full of colored things in his mind.

After a full ten minutes passed, Mr. Snape let out a low growl of annoyance, got out of bed with a livid face, and walked into the bathroom.

Of course, when he came out of the bathroom, he had already expelled all these colored things from his mind with unmatched concentration.

He put the books and materials needed for today's lesson into his schoolbag, left the cellar, and came to the Hogwarts hall, ready to fill his stomach.

Snape deliberately refrained from looking over the Hufflepuff table, but then he heard the voice of Lily the Gryffindor lily. ——"Hey, Moers, what happened to the corner of your mouth?"

"Accidentally bit me." Moers said.

"How could you 'accidentally' leave such teeth marks on the corner of your mouth?" Lily let out a weird laugh, which was obviously teasing.

Snape stared at the obvious teeth marks beside the soft lips, his face became paler and his body stiffened bit by bit.