The day to become the final boss

That alternative "textbook" was not destroyed in the end, and Ferriges put it away, and he didn't know where he put it.

To Snape's surprise, Moores' outrageous behavior has decreased a lot since that day, although sometimes he would look at him with complicated eyes, and couldn't help but take advantage of it.

The third grade is over soon.

Hogwarts ushered in a new school year in the bright summer.

However, on the first day of school, Snape heard a not very happy news - Rose, their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, was sent to St. Mungo's because of mysterious magic damage.After a brief conversation with Headmaster Dumbledore, the golden-aged, hot and beautiful blonde beauty stopped breathing.The Duke of Darkness once came to Hogwarts during the summer vacation to apply for the vacant position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, although he was sternly rejected by the principal.

And during the summer vacation, the Death Eaters created two more so-called attacks to clean up the bloodlines of the wizarding world.Regarding this, Snape, who had sealed himself in the Prince Manor for the whole summer vacation, didn't know about it.

This made Snape feel the pressure, and Voldemort's influence in the wizarding world was growing, and he even wanted to extend his hand to Hogwarts.

Snape also received a vague reminder from Lucius - the Duke of Darkness seems to need a large amount of soul stabilizing potion for some special reasons, so that he should try not to leave Hogwarts except to stay in Prince Manor hereby.

As if confirming Lucius' reminder, in the next period of time, various temptations and cryptic invitations to him within Slytherin were unprecedentedly dense, and even because of his delay in expressing his position, some small The wizard's gaze began to sharpen.

Under such circumstances, Mr. Snape became more and more cautious in his speech and reclusive.Apart from attending classes and going to the library, he shut himself up in the cellar dormitory most of the time, and he looked even more unpleasant with a gloomy face all day long.

Most of the Slytherins are young wizards of noble origin. Their own obsession with pure blood and the degree of rejection of Muggle blood, coupled with the support of the family behind them for the Duke of Darkness.After the Death Eater incident, the other houses looked at Slytherin with more resentment or fear.

The foursome of the Gryffindor Lions are definitely one of the best.

Their sense of justice led them to loathe the evil Slytherins who would become Dark wizards, and they were powerful forerunners in many hostile house encounters.Of course, among the large number of dark wizard candidates, what they hate the most is the greasy, dead-faced snot.

In those angry insults.During the repeated provocations and sharp accusations, Mr. Snape's eyes became more and more cold, and the sarcasm became less and less pleasant.

It was as if he had erected a layer of thorns around his body.

Of course, some people still have access to his inner softness, such as Lily.Some people don't mind these changes in reason, such as Lucius.Others, like Wanmo, completely ignore the changes.

Mr. Snape still didn't give Mr. Moores a clear answer, although he was no longer full of deliberate defense and alienation towards those eyes with black pupils.

Wan Mo likes Snape, but he thinks that Mr. Snape is not important enough for him to change the course of HP's story and change his desire to watch the "Harry Potter" live-action drama that he has been obsessed with for thousands of years.

So he silently watched Mr. Snape change.

It has to be said that Lord Reaper is also distorted in some aspects.

Fourth grade——

What happened to Severus Snape in his fourth year?

Wan Mo thought about it—remembered, the werewolf incident.

"Remus, your complexion is too bad, you should take two more days off." The four of James Potter came over.Among them, Remus Lupine looked haggard and pale.

They had just finished Potions class, and they looked a little depressed.

Mr. Potter dropped something into the Snotlion's cauldron as the old eight-treasure lantern turned around.I don't know what the nasty snot spirit did. His cauldron didn't explode, but the color of the potion became less transparent.This caused a frustrated James Potter to exclaim that Merlin had no eyes.

"Oh, damn it, is the magic world so magical that there is no spell that can hide the influence of the moon?" Black folded his hands behind his head, wrinkled his handsome face, as if he was trying to recall the books passed down by his family Here, what can help the best friend improve that special situation.But unfortunately, as Mr. Snape said, not much of the precious knowledge of the Black family could enter his limited brain smoothly.

"I don't think so." Lupine smiled forcedly.

"I think you should go to the medical wing and ask Madam Pomfrey for some medicine." Peter lowered his head and ran forward until a pair of boots and a dark robe appeared in front of him.

He looked up and saw Snape's dark face and prominent hooked nose.

The group of four immediately set up an attacking posture.

Snape looked at them coldly, especially James Potter.A small piece of bubble stem from the shaggy lion turned his improved potion, which was about to become a finished product, into an ordinary potion with a poor quality-such a fineness is tantamount to a waste product for Mr. Snape, who is strict with himself.

"What do you want, snot-nosed?" Potter took out his wand, with a hint of panic in his eyes and a defensive expression.

Why is he panicking?Could it be that you were talking about something shameful just now?They seemed to have talked about Lupine's health and the moon just now?

"Aha, how ridiculous, four fleshy things walking sideways to occupy the entire aisle, and trying to accuse others of bad motives?" Snape's mouth twisted into a smirk.

"What are you talking about, snot, are you mocking us for our lack of brains?" Black also pulled out his wand and sneered.

"Obvious things." Snape raised his eyebrows and sneered maliciously. "Perhaps I should praise Lord Black for his rare self-knowledge?"

A vein appeared on Black's forehead and he was about to explode when Lupine tugged at his sleeve: "Sirius, the old monster Pringle is here." (Filch's predecessor)

Black stared fixedly at Snape, and froze for a few seconds before retracting his wand.They brushed past Snape with their heads held high in disdain, with Black giving a sharp "Bah!" and Potter cursing under his breath "Dirty Slytherin!"

Snape watched their receding figures, his pupils constricted slightly.Then turn back to the dungeon, to the office of Slughorn the Potions Master.

He pictured Lupine looking ugly, like he was seriously ill.

Moon, moon... moon?Snape suddenly realized that as long as the moon was full, he had never seen Remus Lupine in class.

"How much have you heard about the snot-nosed man?" Black's face was gloomy.

"It shouldn't be too much, after all, he can't concentrate on eavesdropping all the time." Peter said anxiously.

"Others probably wouldn't, but that's a snot--" Potter pawed at his shaggy head irritably, making the angle of the hair more characteristic.

Because of this guess, Lupine's face became even uglier.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter how much he eavesdrops, as long as he dares to do something superfluous—" Black's face was gloomy, and a hint of malice flashed in his gray eyes.

However, Snape didn't know this, and he knocked on the door of the Potions Professor's office as promised.

"Please come in." The voice of the old eight-treasure lantern came from inside, and the door of the office opened to Snape.

Upon entering the office, Snape noticed another person inside, and he glanced at that person quickly. "Professor Slugher, what do you want from me?"

"Oh, Severus, it's just in time, come and meet this—" The old eight-treasure lantern smiled happily, and he introduced the middle-aged wizard sitting on the sofa to Snape with some excitement, "Nicole Flamel, the greatest alchemist in the magic world."

"It's an honor to meet you, master." Snape bowed politely. Of course he knew this master alchemist who was written into the history of magic, and Slytherin respected the strong.

"Hello, Mr. Snape. Professor Slughorn highly admires your potion ability." Nico Flamel returned politely.

"Actually, I need a special potion. Professor Slugher said he couldn't help it, but he recommended you to me."

The master alchemist smiled gracefully, with the kindness of an elder, he looked at this outstanding young man, but suddenly froze when his eyes passed over his chest.

He felt a familiar, terrifying aura from the young wizard's chest.

Snape keenly captured the momentary stiffness, and a certain kind of deep-rooted fear.

"Mr. Snape is younger than I thought." The master alchemist concealed it without any trace.

"Of course, Severus is the most talented person in potions I've ever met." Old Eight Treasure Lantern praised proudly, like a vain father praising his son to others.

"I don't know which family Mr. Snape comes from? As far as I know, Slytherins are noble blood and ancient nobles."

"I'm a half-breed, sir." Snape smirked, wondering if it was an illusion, the master seemed to be spying on something?

"Cough, Severus' mother clan is Prince." Babao Lantern coughed twice.

"Prince?" Nicole Flamel chewed the surname twice in his heart, and there was no connection between the Prince family and that person in his memory.If I remember correctly, it was the Potter family who had intersected with that person, and the Prince family didn't even have the blood of a monster.

"Oh, that's quite an old and wonderful family. The Prince family has produced two masters of the dark arts and four masters of potions - an outstanding young man like Mr. Snape must have many like-minded friends and admirers who?"

"No." Snape was almost certain that the Master was probing something.

"Oh, Severus, you're too modest—" Slugher patted him on the shoulder "Actually, Severus has quite a few admirers, a pretty green-eyed childhood sweetheart, Lily, And...a comely Hufflepuff lover with an oriental face?" He teased his student cheerfully.

Snape noticed that the pupils of the master alchemist had suddenly emptied for a moment when Slughorn mentioned "a handsome Hufflepuff lover with an oriental face".

This is it!

Damn it, is it Mers that Nicole Flamel wants to spy on him?

Snape collected his mind and spoke carefully in the following time, not allowing Slughorn to have any chance to reveal his information, and trying not to let the other party get any useful information from him.

"I don't think my feeling is wrong. I do feel that there is something terrible about that young wizard." Nicole Flamel sat decadently on the armchair, with his elbows on his knees, his face deep Buried deeply in the palm, the whole person looked gloomy.

"Are you sure you feel the breath of death?" The cold and seductive voice came from the dark place where the light could not reach.

"Yes, that terrifying and sacred aura that freezes the soul, once you feel it, you won't admit it—" The alchemist shrank himself, his body trembling slightly, he showed his eyes through his fingers, cloudy His eyes were full of fear and distortion.

"...I think I know what it is, ha, my great god sent all those things out..." There seemed to be gnashing of teeth in the cold voice. "Listen, Nico, this is a once-in-a-lifetime time—"