The day to become the final boss

The soft lips came up, gently grinding and sucking.

That lingering tenderness is enough to make anyone feel cherished by the master.

Snape's thin lips were gradually relaxed, allowing his flexible tongue to lick them gently.He slowly opened the distance between the faces of the two, staring deeply at the pair of ink-colored, soft and beautiful eyes.

"...No next time, Myers," Snape said after staring for a moment.

"of course."

The bright red lips kissed her again.

This time, he got an enthusiastic response.The gentle kiss gradually deteriorated, from soft to intense.Two people are trying to get more from each other, whether it is the intoxicating breath, the intrusive range or the sweet body fluid, there is a subtle watery sound between the intertwining of lips and tongue, a simple kiss is full of erotic feelings at the end Feel.

"Mo...ers, your claws! Mmm..."

"I thought you liked—" gasped slightly, "like you liked my bare thighs...need me to show you, Severus...professor?" Mr. Moores sighed, using his slender The thigh rubbed against the opponent's, and the root squeezed the hard object that was gradually resisting his lower abdomen.

The dark professor gasped uncontrollably, and squeezed out a voice through his teeth: "Damn it, it's shameless to pretend to be tender!"

Today is the first Potions class.

Sitting early, the little wizards were whispering about certain things, such as their eerie potions professor who was said to be the scariest teacher at Hogwarts.

Among the four houses of Hogwarts, Slytherin has far more class time than other houses and Gryffindor, so Wan Mo, who insisted on watching Harry Potter better this time, chose Slytherin.

What's more, Slytherin and Draco Malfoy are incompatible with Potter.

"Touch!" The classroom door slammed loudly, and the little wizards immediately fell silent.

The Potions Professor in a black wizard robe strode quickly towards the podium with a gloomy face and a terrible sense of oppression. The black and wide robes caused rolling waves in such imposing footsteps.

He turned around abruptly, and his dark eyes that looked a little bit dark swept over the little wizards below, successfully making them stiff.

The low and silky voice overflowed from the thin lips, the voice was not loud but enough for every little wizard present to hear clearly, enough to shock the audience. ——"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigorous craft of potion making, and since there are no foolish wands here, many of you will not believe it is magic." With irrefutable sternness, "I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You will not really understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which is fascinating , the kind of magical power that blurs the will... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death..." (Original text. Super excited, oh, wy also has the opportunity to show this exciting classic line!)

The Potions Professor's stern gaze swept across the little wizard below, and paused for a while on Malfoy's upper body, showing a slight gentleness—Lucius' son has a good talent in potions, and is more rigorous than his peers. Attitude.

Little Malfoy caught the look, straightened his back, his gray-blue eyes sparkled, and even his platinum-blond hair seemed to become more dazzling.

Snape then turned his attention to Lily's son—the Potions Professor's aura that can shock most people, and he is inconceivably immune to Harry Potter. Little Mr. Potter didn't listen at all, and was concentrating on using His quill was writing something inexplicable on the parchment.

Hell, this brat is definitely more like James Potter!

There was a hard look in Snape's eyes, and he continued—"But there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of stupid fools I often meet." (Original text)

The professor in black wore a loose robe, crossed his arms across his chest, and satirized in a low voice, "Also—maybe some of you already have extraordinary abilities before entering school, and you are supercilious, too lazy to pay attention to the lecture—"

Damn kid.

When Snape remembered what Dumbledore said, Mr. Potter was entrusted to be raised by reliable people and grew up like a prince, his pupils shrank for a while. ——He won't think that Voldemort's death is really his own credit, and he will be complacent about it, and he won't be able to find his way in the praise and worship of others, will he?

Although he didn't know what happened at that time, Snape was even more convinced that it was the result of Lily's life.

Arrogant, inattentive, doing his own way, no brains, another typical Potter!

The little witch with thick brown hair and shaggy brown hair next to Harry Potter received the professor's unkind gaze, while the nervous little wizard was still unconscious and was still writing and drawing on the paper with a quill.

The little witch numbly nudged Potter with her elbow.

Mr. Potter raised his head to look at Hermione in a daze for no apparent reason.

"Potter!"

The voice from the Potions Professor's lips made the little wizard startled, and he raised his head in bewilderment to meet the professor's gloomy face and cold eyes.

"Mr. Potter - we are a celebrity here." The professor's low voice revealed strong sarcasm and malice.

The skinny boy with dark eyes and disheveled hair revealed a disturbed expression.

Wan Mo blinked in the corner.

"Please tell your professor, if, I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion, what will I get?"

Little Potter looked at his friend Ron with blank eyes, and the little witch beside him glanced at him, then raised her hand high.

But Snape automatically ignored her.

"I don't know, sir." Little Potter bit his lower lip.

There was blatant contempt in Snape's dark eyes, "You don't know? Well, let's try again—if I need you to give me a piece of bezoar, where do you think I should find it?"

There was a bit of grievance in little Harry's eyes, and Wanmo felt that he must have wanted to answer Severus at this moment: "At the Potions Store".

The little witch next to him tried to hold her hands straight.

The Slytherins headed by Malfoy let out a silent sneer, and Draco Malfoy even covered his mouth and trembled with laughter.

"I don't know, sir." Harry Potter squeezed his robe with tangled fingers and whispered.

"I suppose you've never been used to previewing, have you Potter?"

Wan Mo could hear deep annoyance from this sentence.

"Potter, what's the difference between acanthus aconitum and wolfsbane aconitum?" Snape said softly, the black, straight half-length hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks like a curtain made his face even more gloomy.

Potter looked around helplessly at his friends, hoping for a little friendly reminder.The little witch, Hermione, couldn't bear to be ignored any longer. She stood up from her seat and raised her hands so high that she almost pierced the ceiling of the classroom.

"I don't know, well, Hermione should know, you should ask her." Harry Potter glanced at the little witch and whispered.

Finally, several people in Slytherin couldn't hold back, and burst into chuckles.

Slytherins are rigorous in their study, not to mention that the course is taught by their respected dean, and it seems ridiculous to them not to preview in advance-of course, this does not include a certain old cucumber who pretends to be seedlings. monster.

"Sit down!" Snape gave the little witch a hard look. "I don't think I told you to stand up, Granger."

Very good, if you don't repent, you contradict your mistakes indirectly, and change the subject, you're definitely a Potter with a brat!

"Narcissus root powder can be added to wormwood infusion to make a powerful sleeping pill called life and death water. Bezoar is produced in the stomach of cows, and its function is to detoxify. Aconitum acanthus and Aconitum chamaejasma are the same plant, collectively referred to as aconitum head." Snape's annoyed voice made every little wizard feel his emotions, and the little wizards were silent, "Your quills are all decorations? Why don't you write them all down!"

There was a rustling sound of parchment paper being flipped and a pen tip scratching the paper in the classroom.

Potions Master's Office.

Snape's furious quill scribbled heavily on the parchment, and he wanted to tear the rubbish homework to shreds.

"What's the matter, Severus?"

Wan Mo asked, although he knew what was going on.

"Look! What are these things!?" Snape angrily slapped the assignment on the desk, as if he were slapping some shaggy head lacking brain capacity instead of a thin sheet of paper. of parchment. "How can I expect that little brat to be like Lily, Harry Potter must have been born by James Potter alone, it must be!"

Wan Mo took the homework - a shocking piece of crosses, with Snape's sharp, ruthless, and very personal style comments underneath.

In fact, as far as Harry Potter's real experience of growing up is concerned, it is completely normal for him to have such grades-little Potter is not a real great man, a real genius.It is completely impossible for an 11-year-old boy who has never been in contact with the wizarding world and has no common sense to write decent homework in such a short period of time—unless he plagiarized Hermione Granger entirely.

It wasn't his fault that he didn't answer well.

However, the attitude towards homework is...

Wan Mo was speechless about the crooked, scrawled handwriting on the parchment that was as individual as its owner's disheveled hair, as well as several ink-stained finger prints and crumpled corners on the parchment.

Should it be praised that this is indeed a Potter?

Just by looking at the style of this assignment, you can see how committed Lily Potter is to their marriage. ==

No wonder Severus was so mean to the 11-year-old Harry Potter, who was so much like his father, James Potter the Prongs.