The day to become the final boss

"Damn it! Gryffindors are all troll half-bloods, and today Longbottom burned through his cauldron in the first class - Merlin knows, it's just a scabies potion, how the hell did Longbottom mess it up Like caustic poison!" Snape continued to mark the following homework, for which he had to endure the horrific homework of Gryffindor trolls ravaging his nerves - most of the little lion's homework was the same as The Harry Potter version is much the same.

Gritting his teeth and scratching hard at the homework, he ruthlessly left comments below the content of the homework that were enough to shock the cubs deeply.

From Wan Mo's point of view, Professor Snape's Potions class was a competition with the brainless little trolls to torture each other for a longer period of time.

Severus loved his Potions so much, in his opinion, those students who indulged their magical powers with inattentiveness, imprudence, and humility, and liked to be whimsical and ingenious were disasters!

Teaching Potions at Hogwarts is simply a painful torture. He applied for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts every year, but the old headmaster, who was full of sweets, rejected his application every year and acquiesced to Snape Curse him for turning into an idiot for his excessive sweet tooth, time and time again.

The Potions foundation of this class of students is the worst, and Snape has predicted how many cauldrons will be blown up this year—Merlin knew that these mindless little monsters would definitely make the cauldron merchant earn a lot of money. sum!

"Crack!" Snape took the last piece of homework on the top. This one is quite decent, with no more than 40% errors, and the "impressive" comments left by the Potions professor are even more impressive The homework for the homework is much less - the owner of this homework is named Hermione Granger.

"It's all rubbish." Snape leaned back on the back of the chair and rubbed the space between his brows with his fingers a little tiredly.Correcting the homework of the little giants is more embarrassing than brewing two perfect high-level potions by yourself.

"At least one copy is not garbage?" Wan Mo took the assignment and looked at the neat and beautiful handwriting on it.

"Well, occasionally there will be a human representative in the troll academy, right?" Snape sneered.

Moers put his white hand on his back, "This job makes you look like you've accumulated a lot of stress. How do you usually spend your stress, Severus?"

"I thought Mr. Moores knew?" Snape's mouth twisted twice, raising one eyebrow.

Wan Mo spread his hands, expressing that he didn't know anything.

"Slytherin's gloomy vampire head, wandering around like a big black bat all day long, catching those poor children will ruthlessly and viciously deduct their college points and give them harsh labor services, Even cold-bloodedly scared the wronged little trolls to tears—" Snape relaxed his stiff body a little, and silently enjoyed the comfortable and moderate massage on his back.

Wan Mo showed a strange smile, "Oh, my dear Severus, I thought you didn't know about the interesting little topics these students had in private."

"Hmph, those little trolls' open throats almost gave themselves a 'loud voice' to show themselves." Snape sneered.

Well, since Gryffindor has a lot of loud voices, it's true that the dark Professor Snape can't be blamed for eavesdropping on their little secrets.

Flying lessons are soon to follow.

During the flying lesson, as expected, Mr. Longbottom was the first to leave the ground because of panic. He fell off the broom amidst the pale yell of the flying lesson professor Mrs. Hooch and the exclamation of the little wizard, and unfortunately broke his wrist. .

And after the professor helped the injured child to the medical wing, Malfoy picked up Longbottom's memory ball and laughed loudly at the timid and clumsy big fool.Harry Potter didn't want it to fall into Malfoy's hands, and he whispered to Draco Malfoy, "Here, Malfoy." Maybe he didn't realize that there was anything wrong with it, but this slightly The commanding tone angered the proud Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy grinned maliciously - the same way his Headmaster usually showed the young Potter. "I think I should put it in a more hidden place and let Longbottom look for it. Maybe it can help him remember."

"bring here!"

"Then get it, Potter." Draco jumped on the broom and flew high.

Harry Potter also got on his broom angrily, and chased after him crookedly, even though it was only his first time on a broom.

Wan Mo, who was watching the play in the group of Slytherin students below, had to marvel at the strength of the Potter family blood. Little Potter, who was flying for the first time, flew steadily after adapting to the initial discomfort of flying on the broom.

However, the first time he came into contact with flying, he dared to rush into the air in a fit of indignation to confront his broom-skilled opponent, just like Severus satirized, his mind was suspected of being stepped on by a troll.

Potter's excellent ability to control the broomstick reminded Wanmo of Severus' poor ability to control the broomstick, um—maybe he could teach the potion professor to fly in the flesh?Although it was more mana-consuming, Wan Mo was confident that Severus would be willing to acquire this ability.You must know that apparation has no way to keep the wizard in mid-air.

Potter was called away by Professor McGonagall who accidentally saw him because of his excellent ability to control the broom.Although when he left, he still looked pitifully uneasy because of violating classroom discipline and being caught, and Drake still raised his chin and raised his platinum head because of the short-lived "victory", but Wan Mo knew what was going to happen next. What awaits Potter.

Harry Potter was recommended by Professor McGonagall as Gryffindor's Quidditch Seeker at the youngest age, and Mr. Moores received an afternoon tea invitation from Principal Dumbledore after class.

"Jelly slug." Wan Mo calmly said the sweet and disgusting password to open the door.

The monster blocking the spiral staircase made way.

Wan Mo walked in, the stairs spiraled up, and soon came to the door with the brass door knocker carved with griffins.

The door opened automatically, and a white wizard with white beard and hair stood inside.

"Thank you for coming, Your Excellency Moores." The old man solemnly performed a wizard salute.

Wan Mo blinked, and he paced up to Dumbledore, noticing that Dumbledore's tall body was slightly tense.

The young man looked around him for a moment, and said slowly, "I don't think Mr. Headmaster should treat a little wizard in Slytherin like this at all. Would the great Mr. Dumbledore be willing to tell me the reason for your actions?"

"Oh, of course, my pleasure." Albus Dumbledore adjusted his glasses on his nose, his lips twitched twice, and then said, "Actually, I went to borrow magic from Nicole Flamel this year." stone--"

Yes, Dumbledore noticed something was wrong when Quirinus Quirrell came to apply for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Quirinus Quirrell, this Ravenclaw-born wizard is very talented, he has very solid theoretical knowledge, has a serious attitude towards knowledge and a strong thirst for knowledge - he even goes deep into the world to prove his own theory Go off the beaten track to practice your Defense Against the Dark Arts knowledge.

Just such a person, but because of being attacked by a vampire in the primeval forest of Albania, he became cowardly and cowardly, and even started to stutter, watching people's eyes twitch and his head wrapped in a thick and huge purple scarf?

In addition to the smell of garlic all over his body, Dumbledore also smelled a faint smell of decay on his body.

He thought of Voldemort, who had disappeared that night eleven years ago.Yes, missing, not dead, Dumbledore knew some little secrets about his delusion to 'fly away from death'.And the death of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Rose (remember? The pro-age blonde professor) many years ago made him confirm some facts.

Professor Rose's death has a lot to do with Voldemort's dangerous and important items.

Dumbledore knew that Voldemort had hidden something important at Hogwarts many years ago, although he didn't know where the other party hid it.

This may be a rare opportunity.

Voldemort will come to fetch that item sooner or later, but Dumbledore believes that some items are more valuable to Voldemort in the current situation than the undisclosed item hidden somewhere in Hogwarts, so he Found old friend Nicole Flamel.

Dumbledore couldn't believe his eyes when the White Wizard found his old friend in a secret mansion in France.He finally understood why the master alchemist with a reputation all over the magic world would thank guests behind closed doors and hide himself for more than ten years.

Nico wrapped himself in a wide cloak, wrapped it tightly, and even put a mask on his face.The strong deodorant potion on his body couldn't cover up his rotten smell, which was a hundred times worse than Quirrell's - the smell made the white wizard want to vomit in the closed room.Fat flies lingered on the back of his gloved hands and cloak, and a maggot even crawled out from the seam of his thick clothes.

——The Master Alchemist looks like a badly decomposed corpse, but he has an enviable vitality in him, more vigorous than Dumbledore has known him for decades.

"Nico...is this a side effect of the Philosopher's Stone?" Dumbledore asked hesitantly. There are too many inconceivable things in the wizarding world, and he was not sure which situation caused the current problem of the master alchemist.

Nicole LeMesser huddled himself.