The day to become the final boss

During herbal medicine class in the afternoon, what Wanmo saw was a black-haired Slytherin with a bruised nose and a bruised face—he even lost a piece of his robe.

Wan Mo "..."

Well, Severus Snape is also a geek in a certain way. Compared with Gryffindor, who has well-developed limbs and a 5-star athletic ability, purely physical fighting is simply not comparable.

In fact, Snape was really aggrieved. If it wasn't because he was facing schoolmates, and he couldn't use the black magic that he was best at, a dozen wizards with that level of magic spells would be more than enough to deal with it.

Suddenly, Wan Mo narrowed his eyes, and he felt that Mr. Snape was missing something.

"Severus".A gentle voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Snape knew who the owner of the voice was without looking back.He pursed his lips tightly, refusing to make any sound.

Mr Snape found the appearance disgraceful.

"Oh! Merlin, you look really bad, Mr. Snape." Professor Pomona Sprout (Head of Hufflepuff, professor of herbal medicine) who just walked in from the door made a surprised voice.She grabbed Snape, "Personally, I think you should go to the medical wing more than this herbal medicine class! Come with me, Mr. Snape—" She led Snape to the door, not forgetting before leaving Stretch your head back and ask: "Everyone, in this class, let's practice pruning the branches and leaves of Patwood first, the essentials are all on the blackboard—"

Professor Sprout pulled Snape out of the classroom.

Wan Mo casually picked up the scissors, and trimmed the trembling patwood a few times. He decided to go to the medical wing after class.

When he came to the medical wing, he happened to hear the voices inside.

"Ha, snot, you followed us all the way like a pervert, and you just wanted to know our secret." Sirius Black said in a disdainful voice.

Snape sneered back angrily, "If you mean sneaking around at night on a full moon night, I guess that's no secret to me."

"Snotlite, let me tell you magnanimously, there are no secrets at all, but if you want to get past that Whomping Willow, you'll have to get a long pole and poke that knot in the trunk—"

"Sirius!" Potter interrupted nervously.

Wan Mo pushed the door open, and the voice inside stopped abruptly.

Madam Pomfrey still separated them with a thick curtain as usual, so that the rivals could not see each other.And she added the Iron Armor Curse and the Petrification Curse to the curtain, in case she came back after a short delay and saw the destroyed medical wing.

Ah, the plot is like this. Sirius Black told Snape how to use the Whomping Willow method to try to make the other party be killed or bitten when the werewolf lost his mind-the former made the enemy lose his life, and the latter Turn him into a werewolf.

——Perhaps in Black's mind, this is the only way for Snape, who doubts Lupine, to keep the secret?

Wanmer pulled the chair beside Snape's bed and sat down.

The bruise on Snape's face had almost completely disappeared, while Potter's on the other side was far worse.

"You used your own potion?"

Snape defaulted.

"Actually, you have a way to deal with that tree that likes to smoke people?" Wan Mo asked in a low voice.

Snape curled his lips, and reluctantly said, "I have 5 liters of highly corrosive potion, which is enough to burn several rotten trees that only scare people." But for the safety of other little wizards, Snape had to stay Watch it, and the Whomping Willow's lashes will stop curious little wizards from approaching.

Wan Mo laughed softly.

Snape glared at him.

"Don't stare at me like that, I brought you a robe." Wan Mo took out the black robe that cast the shrinking spell from his pocket, and the robe returned to its original shape in an instant.

He waved his hand casually, and a dark crystal wall suddenly appeared around him, enclosing the two of them.

But from the outside, it looks exactly the same.

"Why are they suddenly silent?" James Potter pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

"Merlin knows."

"Sirius, do you really want to deal with snot like that? Although he is a disgusting and dirty Slytherin, we may also be expelled for this-" Potter lowered his voice to an extremely low voice.

"Come on, James, what kindness are you showing, that's a snot..." Black's gray eyes showed hatred and malice.

No matter what they say here, the other two people are completely out of touch with their topic.

"Severus, have you gained some muscle?"

"Damn it, get your claws off!"

"I haven't touched your skin for many days." A slightly aggrieved voice

"Well, Moers, the reason you brought the robe is for your eccentricity! Where are you touching?!" gasped.

"Touch every inch I want to touch..."

"Have you lived long enough for a dog? You're like a rut, Mers... When will I allow you to... stop..."

Mr. Snape's words came to an abrupt end, leaving only the watery voice of lips and teeth and tongue licking.

Now, in fact, these two really didn't do anything out of the ordinary, just a proper touch and a somewhat intense kiss, wanting to face the wall crookedly. ==

There are two more Gryffindor lions, although they can't be seen.

Towards evening, Madam Pomfrey kicked them all out of the hospital wing.

Snape went back to his dormitory, and Potter and Black went back to the Gryffindor common room.

Of course, this is only on the surface, the moon is full tonight. — Madam Pomfrey would take Lupine shortly, the rest of the quartet would follow, and Snape would expose the werewolf.

And Wan Mo, who was standing alone at the scene where the snake and the lion were fighting today, had an elegant arc on his lips - "He was taken away from Hogwarts?"

A dark halo glowed from his body, and his figure disappeared bit by bit.In another mysterious place, a dark light emerged, and Wan Mo's figure appeared.

"Huh?" He was a little surprised by the formation below - tens of thousands of intricately layered magic circles, all of which were built with souls as the cornerstone. In the center of this huge formation network, Snape's lost things were placed - — that ring.

It seemed that someone wanted to keep him here.

A blood-red magic stone is placed on the bottom layer of the center of the magic circle.It is still sending wailing souls to the magic circle, allowing this huge magic circle to continue to expand rapidly.

The Sorcerer's Stone provides the soul to build the magic circle, and the ring's original sealing function increases the role of the magic circle to the limit.Wan Mo frowned—a rebel appeared among the high-level monsters!This confinement circle belongs to a high-level hell.

His white fingers traced elegant and ancient symbols in the air, but nothing happened.

——This handcrafted body limited his abilities, and he couldn't summon his servants here.Wan Mo could feel the existence of the master-servant contract, but it seemed that his instructions could not be conveyed.

The ink-colored eyes became cold, and the quiet darkness inside stretched endlessly.

——Very good, a master alchemist who wants to die and go crazy.

Snape had just had dinner and prepared some things, and was waiting for the moon to rise.

He restrained his mind from thinking about Moores, but adolescence was a terrible time, just a little stimulation, and the hormones would be secreted profusely.

Of course, only if the person who stimulates you is what you want.

Yes, even though he was awkward in every possible way, Snape couldn't deny that the object of his countless C dreams was only Miles.Especially in the past two months, after some mistakes were corrected by Lucius' "textbook", he has separated those white and slender legs more than once in his dreams, ravaged the delicate and soft buttocks, pushed in and out repeatedly .

He couldn't help but recall those bright red lips and white fingers.When those white fingers caressed his chest...

Snape suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He opened his collar and looked at the smooth chest, his red face turned pale.

Damn Mers, because of his interference, he didn't notice the missing ring when he changed his clothes in the afternoon.

Snape immediately thought of Potter, of that rude Muggle fight.

"Ferrigas—"

"What's the matter, Severus?"

"Hah?"

Snape frowned, there was something extra in the dormitory.

"Mers's gift was lost by me."

"Oh, you want to get it back? Don't worry, I think Mr. Moores has already gone to look for it. You'd better go and deal with the little werewolf at Hogwarts."

Snape touched his chest and pursed his lips.

The moon was really round and big that night, and there was not even a cloud or a star in the night sky.It hung alone in the night, not as bright and round as usual, but with a touch of red.

Unlucky color.

Snape came to the side of the secret passage under the dim and oppressive moonlight, and accurately poked the ugly knot of the Whomping Willow, stopping its wildly waving branches.

He stared at the entrance of the dark secret passage for two seconds, and then plunged in, followed by Ferriges.

The young sea urchin flickered after him, but unexpectedly bumped into an invisible wall.

"Hey, hey?" A big question mark appeared on Flaffi's forehead, he blinked, and tried to move forward again.

It was indeed blocked by something.

"Hey?" The little purple tentacles swam suspiciously.

Suddenly, its tender tentacles exploded like steel needles, and its small body swelled instantly, baring out its stalagmite-like sharp and ferocious teeth, with a terrifying violent pressure, and its purple eyes stared back.

There was darkness behind.

There was a sneer in the darkness, and some kind of gloomy mist gathered from a dark corner, forming a vague figure under the bloody moonlight.

Vague, unreal, like a gust of wind can blow it away, but it has a pair of creepy blood red eyes.

"Baby monster, you should stay here well—"

Snape walked through a low, long, unbearably dense passage leading to a dilapidated, empty house with dusty floors and boarded-up windows.

The thick dust on the floor showed some messy shoe prints. Someone had been here not long ago-it was Potter and his party.

Snape pulled out his own wand, two.

From the second floor above, there was a suppressed roar of a beast, and there were some harsh sounds that seemed to be scraping the floor with something hard.

"Severus..." Ferrigas said suddenly.

"What is it?" Snape lowered his voice.

"Flafe didn't keep up, and there seems to be something strange here."

"Didn't you say werewolves are low-level creatures that don't matter at all?" Snape sneered.

"It's not a werewolf...be careful."

Snape frowned, he didn't know why, he always felt a little stuffy in his chest tonight.

He hesitated in the dark corridor, but decided to go in.He carefully took out two bottles of potion from his robe - werewolves have a strong ability to resist magic, so he specially backed up this confusion potion.

The closer he got, the more he could hear the fretful voice of the werewolf. Snape stepped up the last flight of stairs and put his hand on the peeling doorknob.

A pale hand suddenly grabbed from behind him.

Snape turned sharply and shot a silent spell.

The other party let out a muffled grunt, and dropped his wand.

"Lumos." (Lumos flashes)

The faint light reflected Potter's pale face.

He clutched his numb and painful arm, stared at Snape with anger flashing in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "This is not where you should be, go back to your cellar, snotlite."

Snape narrowed his eyes, "Potter, what makes you think I'm going to give up already..."

A muffled sound interrupted his words.The sound came from behind the door.

Both of them took a few steps back, staring at the door panel.

From behind the door came the low panting of the beast.

"Boom!" A huge claw suddenly pierced through the door, and sawdust flew everywhere!But it was taken back immediately.A pair of terrifying red eyes as big as copper bells were exposed from the hole in the door panel. (The werewolf is almost as tall as a bear after transformation)

The eyes are full of bloodthirsty killing intent and crazy tyranny.

"Run!" Potter let out a terrified scream, and ran out with a blank face.

Snape backed away a little, cast an Eye Curse on those eyes, and sucked the potion in his hand into the hole in the door panel.The werewolf inside let out a shrill howl.

"Severus!" Ferriges said suddenly. "Run, that little werewolf has been tampered with."

Snape's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned around and ran out following Potter's back.As soon as he ran a dozen steps away, the wailing sound of the door frame shattering broke out behind him.

The tall figure of the werewolf appeared there, the hair all over its body stood up like steel wires, its big grinning mouth was dripping saliva on the floor, and its eyes like copper bells were glowing abnormally red.It threw away the completely torn door frame in its claws, gasped twice excitedly, bowed up and shot out like an arrow, chasing the figure in front of it.

Snape heard Ferrigas utter an odd syllable quickly, and the werewolf flew backwards like a cannonball, smashing something.

"Damn it!" The "necklace" around Ferriges' neck suddenly tightened, so that it was already embedded in its scales. "Severus, Apparate!"

"Damn it! There's no way to Apparate in this place!" Snape's voice was grumpy.

This place has been locked down.

The werewolf quickly got back on his feet, shaking the remains of the broken furniture on his body.Its thick hair, wet from the blood on its head, was partially matted, and its scalp and body were open.

But the red light in its eyes was even more intense, and it raised its head and let out a series of terrifying wolf howls.

"It's coming up again!" Ferigus was already held in Snape's arms, and the chain around his neck made it hard to breathe.

"Sectumsempra (Shenfeng Wuying)!"

"Wow!" The powerful black magic only opened a few bloody wounds on the werewolf's body. It let out a short whimper, paused slightly, and then rushed forward even more fiercely.

Ferrigues uttered a mouthful of incantations again.

The crazy werewolf shot backwards again.

"Oh! I hate the damn contract—! Oh! My great master——!" Suddenly, a dozen dark, living chains appeared on Ferrigues' body, and they fell into it like a snake. Its formidable defenses bound its limbs.Under Snape's flustered eyes, he dragged the howling it into the unknown darkness.

After a brief absence, the dim light in front of Snape was completely covered by the tall black shadow.

He raised his head, and saw the huge wound on the werewolf's body with deep visible bones that almost ran across the entire chest and the terrifying red eyes. When he quickly raised his wand, the werewolf raised its paw——

Snape could almost see himself dying.

Suddenly, a white hand appeared between the two.

"It's okay." A gentle voice.

The werewolf responded, and it convulsed painfully on the floor for a few times, then there was no sound, only the faint sound of breathing proved that it was still alive.

The white fingers snapped, Snape didn't know what happened, but the strange feeling of oppression was released.

The house was removed from confinement.

Snape looked at Moores, and found that he seemed to be smiling a bit forcedly.

"Severus..." Wan Mo just called out a name, a thin crack suddenly appeared on his delicate face.His face changed, and his white hand immediately covered it.

Snape's eyes widened, his voice was a little trembling, a little uncertain. "Mers?" There was panic in his dark eyes, as more cracks suddenly burst from his hands.

As the number of cracks increased, a terrible sense of cold and dark oppression spread out of Mers, and Snape gradually felt that his soul wanted to tremble, and it became difficult to breathe.

In fact, his body also trembled, but he still stared at Moores.

"Hold out your hand, Severus."

Snape stretched out his hand, and this action almost exhausted all his strength - it was already his limit to breathe under the terrible pressure that was so huge that it was almost suffocating.

Palm is put into a small thing.

It was his lost ring.

"Severus..." Moores stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch him, but the magic pressure caused by the slight movement made Snape's figure wobble, and he almost fell down.

Wan Mo had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

A void suddenly appeared in front of him, the void twisted a few times, and turned into a familiar scene—the desolate black cracked earth, the dark red magma erupting from the crack, the dark sky——

"Hey, I'll be back—" Wan Mo's face suddenly turned ashen, he bit off the words he hadn't finished speaking, and jumped into the hollow.

The void closed, and a small purple spherical figure jumped in at the last moment.

The oppressive feeling that almost crushed Snape disappeared as the hole closed.

All is at peace again.

Suddenly quiet.

Snape stood there stiffly, in such a silent, empty stillness that he felt nothing but a blankness in his mind.

His eyes were dark and empty, but he clenched the ring in his palm tightly.

Distant God Realm——

A huge magic pressure that was almost visible to the naked eye suddenly swept across the entire God Realm, and the monsters in the hell below shrank themselves into the solid underground of hell in this terrible magic storm.

Wan Mo stared coldly at the severely damaged body on the ground.

There are dense cracks all over the body.

Feeling that Ferrigas had touched its imprisonment contract twice in a row, Wanmo realized that Snape was in danger, and he used magic power beyond the limit of his body to destroy the magic circle.

Just in time for this body's biennial period of weakness, the speed of the body's collapse is simply unstoppable.

He didn't even have time to finish a full sentence.

But if he continued to stay for even a second, the magic power that God of Death had suppressed for two years would explode, and that huge storm of magic power would be enough to destroy the bodies and souls of all creatures within a hundred miles of the world!

The thought of the consequences of Severus by his side could not help but chill his soul with fear, if he lost that person, if he lost that person...

Wan Mo suddenly discovered that his emotional devotion to Severus was far deeper than he imagined...