The day to become the final boss

After 11 years--

Sorting ceremony.

Professor Snape stared expressionlessly at the little boy sitting on the high stool, the Sorting Hat, which was as dirty as it had been for thousands of years, pressed his messy black hair tightly.The little boy was thin and small, and he was wearing big-rimmed glasses. He was closing his eyes and whispering something in a low voice.

Harry Potter, Lily's child, despite only inheriting Lily's green eyes, is more like that damn Potter in everything else.This made Mr. Snape extremely disgusted by his appearance, and couldn't look at him more kindly.

Yes, even though James Potter has been dead for many years, Snape still hates him, not only because of their conflicts in school days, but also because Potter's wrong decision indirectly killed Lily.

Snape would never forget that he was also responsible for Lily's death - he was persuaded to reveal the damned prophecy to Voldemort because he didn't insist.

The sorting hat twisted tangledly on Little Potter's head, and finally choked out "Gryffindor!"

There was a loud cheer from Gryffindor House below, and someone screamed "Oh! Merlin, we got Harry Potter!!"

Snape frowned - well, he was a pure lion with both parents from the Lion House, I hope he was more intelligent like Lily and not like that James Potter whose brain was trampled by a troll.

Snape habitually lowered his head and stroked the obsidian ring on his left hand.

Professor McGonagall then read two names, one for Gryffindor and one for Slytherin.

She went on to look at the next name, which made her pause, "Mers Wan—"

Professor Snape's mind went blank suddenly, and he clenched his palms tightly, staring at the little wizard who came out.

There was a gentle and polite smile on his face, and his long black hair was tied up with a dark green ribbon.The black-clothed professor stared at him in a trance, as if he had returned to 20 years ago.

"Oh, Mr. Wan, your name and appearance are exactly the same as a student who suddenly transferred in the fourth grade more than ten years ago. Is that your father?" Professor McGonagall handed over the sorting hat with a smile.

"No, ma'am." The little wizard took the old hat with his fair hand, and muttered in a low voice, "Why haven't you been cleaned yet?"

Professor McGonagall heard it, and she agreed with it deeply. It is estimated that this little wizard will think that the Sorting Hat is more broken and dirty than his parents described.

The Sorting Hat suddenly became as rigid as a rock in his hand.

Also stiffened was the great white wizard with a big beard on the professor's chair.

Poor Sorting Hat spun around from its stiffness, but soon it was shaking like a sieve.

The little wizard put it on his head calmly.

The Sorting Hat immediately shouted "H-"

"No." Sudden consciousness interrupted its voice, and the old hat closed his mouth tightly in time.

"Oh, the greatest existence, you won't go to Hufflepuff this time?" The old hat had the consciousness of crying—Godric of Nima, why would there be a second time for such a horrific sorting? ? ?The old hat is resigning!

"To Slytherin this time."

"Slytherin—!" the Sorting Hat screamed almost immediately.

Professor McGonagall cast a contemptuous glance at the dirty, broken hat, automatically interpreting its abnormal behavior as fear of being washed.

The young wizard put his trembling hat on the round stool, walked towards the silently applauding Slytherin student seats, nodded politely to the young wizards, and sat casually in a relatively rear seat.

Then he looked at the professor's seat.

After the opening dinner, the Slytherin first-years were led by their prefects to the cellar common room.

The prefect articulated a cadenced welcome speech before giving them a brief introduction to Slytherin's rules.

He proudly said: "Our Slytherin is the most outstanding house in Hogwarts, you can come to Slytherin to prove that you have some of the same qualities as us, but whether you can succeed depends on you. Our Head of Slytherin is the greatest potions master of the century."

"Touch!" The cellar door was knocked open by the magic pressure, and the head of Slytherin, who was all in black, strode quickly over.His gloomy face looked very serious, and his sharp eyes swept across the group of young wizards, making them all silent and stiff back.

When his eyes touched the little wizard with an oriental face, he paused imperceptibly, and then moved away immediately.

"First of all, welcome to Slytherin, the best house in Hogwarts, I have to say that this is the wisest choice. I am your headmaster, Severus Snape." He said in a low alcoholic voice The voice passed over everyone's ears silkily - "Slytherin House has always been the purest and noblest school since its establishment until now, but that doesn't mean it's the most popular." He walked slowly Step by step, his glance made every little wizard shiver a little. "I hope that everyone can keep in mind the school rules and house rules as soon as possible, use things above the neck more in everything, and know what to do-Slytherin has no ridiculous public violations of school rules, no unnecessary black tricks that attract attention, and no stupid I don’t want to waste precious time cleaning up someone’s mess and resolving childish conflicts between you.” Many young wizards swallowed subconsciously. "Of course, if you really need any necessary help, my office is in the cellar—"

After the dean finished his lecture and left, Mr. Prefect announced that he could take a break from activities for a while, and the cell would take everyone to their dormitories half an hour later.Wan Mo took a look at the Slytherin lounge.The stone walls of the cellar are dark and damp, and the windows of the lounge are transparent, allowing you to see the deep sea-like view of the bottom of Hogwarts Black Lake.You can even see a giant orange-spotted octopus swimming lazily, as if you were in a mysterious shipwreck.

He looked at the little platinum noble Draco Malfoy, the little Mr. Malfoy with a pointed chin was raising his pointed chin with a smirk and talking to a few little wizards.

Warden Filch soon arrived, and he took each of the children to their dormitories one by one.

Slytherin's bedrooms are all luxurious double rooms. The room is decorated with green silk wall hangings embroidered with the Big Four and medieval tapestry depicting Slytherin's adventures. The silver lampshade on the ceiling is shining brightly. It is white silk trimmed with silver, and the metal on the furniture is all silver.

Wan Mo noticed that there were many serpentine decorations in the room.

His poor roommate had just put his luggage in the closet when he fell silently to the ground. ——The great Mr. Death has decided for him the way of rest for the next seven years.

Wan Mo didn't apologize at all.

Head Slytherin's office.

Snape was sitting on a chair, the desk in front of him was piled up with notes for preparing lessons for tomorrow's class, but he didn't tidy them up at all.

On both sides of the office were two rows of stuffed animals and plants, which looked even more eerie under the cold humidity and dim light of the cellar.

His face was expressionless, his eyes staring blankly.

Is that Mers?

What happened to the shrunken body?

How could the damned Mers appear calm after disappearing for more than ten years?

Or was that just an ordinary little wizard who looked like him?

At the thought of this possibility, Snape's heart seemed to be squeezed by a cold and merciless hand.

On the one hand, he frantically wanted to confirm something, on the other hand, he shrank to the bone.The slender hand of the Potion Master, praised by countless people as Merlin's gift, was placed on the desk like this, looking pale and weak.

At this time, a pair of slender hands silently clung to his back and tightened around his waist.

Snape's whole body became stiff in an instant.

A cool breath came from the back of the neck.

Snape's fingers tremblingly covered the wrapped arms around his waist, the touch was smooth and delicate.

"I'm back, Severus."

The cool, inexplicable smell enveloped his senses, just like in a dream.

Snape felt his throat dry, he was a little unsure "Myers?..."

"Yeah." The gentle voice responded, and at the same time, there were fragmentary feather-like touches on his cheeks.

It was Mers, and only Mers would not mind kissing a sullen, ugly, greasy-haired evil Slytherin.

He suddenly thought of something, his face changed suddenly, he pulled away the arms around his waist, and turned his head to stare at the shrunken Moores.

"I think Mr. Moores should explain what happened that year?" He carefully scanned every inch of Moore's naked skin, very well, he didn't find any thing that made him have countless nightmares crack.

"Oh, that's quite troublesome to describe." The little wizard had a gentle smile on his delicate face, "Simply speaking, there is an idiot who wants to die and wants to go crazy, and wants to imprison me in some way. .”

"You can't die by imprisoning you? Can you be used to replace the elixir of life? What happened to the crack on your body at that time? What are you?" Snape ruthlessly pulled down the face that was rubbing Finger, seriously forcing him to answer his own question.

He is still so thin, with jet-black hair hanging straight on both sides of his cheeks, obsidian-like eyes with sunken eye sockets, a towering aquiline nose, thin cheeks and thin lips that make him look stern and ruthless, dark and tall. The collar robe looks ascetic.

Wan Mo stared at him, and said completely irrelevantly, "You've become much more flavorful, Severus." It used to be cute.

Snape's mouth twitched.

Wan Mo's fingers rubbed against Snape's left hand, stroking the obsidian ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

"You always wear it on your ring finger?" His smile tended to widen, and his dark eyes shone slightly.

Mr. Snape immediately withdrew his left hand, trying to cover the ring on his hand, but unfortunately, the white and weak hand held him like iron tongs.

Wan Mo held that hand, stroked the ring with his fingertips, then stroked that finger back and forth, and slowly circled the base of the middle finger next to it, kneading it gently.

Snape pursed his lips, his nimble fingers seemed to be teasing something, he suppressed the movement, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, answer my question!"

"Hey, Severus, those are not important—" Myers licked his lips in front of Mr. Snape's eyes, and the little wizard's body began to slowly elongate, and his face became mature, until he reached the age of an adult .

The white and slender fingers were inserted into his fingers and clasped tightly, "The important thing is that I want to kiss you——"