The day to become the final boss

Well, no matter how awkward those two are, it won't be long until Halloween.

The Hogwarts auditorium was decorated with a strong festive atmosphere-the school ghosts floated excitedly in the auditorium, making wanton laughter; hundreds of black bats transformed from the Transfiguration spell It fluttered against the ceiling and walls of the auditorium, and occasionally fell on the heads of two little wizards below; all the candles in the auditorium turned into jack-o-lanterns with grimacing faces; clusters of small dark clouds gathered and floated above the long table of the academy; Wizards were also adorned with bits and pieces of ghostly trinkets.

Hogwarts has a tradition of Halloween dinners, just like the opening dinner.

After almost all the teachers and students were seated, Principal Dumbledore announced the start of the dinner, and a sumptuous meal appeared on the silver dinner plate in the blink of an eye.

Wan Mo stuffed a small piece of sausage into his mouth.He looked up at the professor's bench, where Severus was slowly munching a sandwich, and a lizard was squatting in front of his dining table, its tiny paws stuffing a fat chicken leg into the gaping mouth of some purple spherical eater.

Yes, Ferrigas Lizard is out of prison.And because the good thing was interrupted, the young sea urchin who didn't know what kind of manipulations had been done by the master, every day as much as possible sticks to the black lacquer that it used to be a little afraid of, and never returns to the master unless summoned.

Wan Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at the long table of Gryffindor who was devouring. Ron was biting a piece of lamb chops, and the golden boy was competing with potatoes with skin on. The two rough-headed, heartless lion cubs As soon as he entered the dinner party, he forgot what he had just heard about the girl Hermione crying in the toilet and went to Java. (mentioned in the original book)

Little Malfoy stared at them unkindly, still resentful that the two were not punished for the "midnight duel" two days ago, but was quickly attracted by Zabini's interesting topic next to him.

Suddenly, the door of the auditorium was slammed open, and Quirrell, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, stumbled and rushed in out of breath.He looked panic-stricken, and the big purple scarf wrapped around his head was tilted to one side.

The lively auditorium suddenly fell silent, everyone stared at him, and some little wizards even wondered—is this a special program for the professors on Halloween?

Quirrell ran up to the white-bearded headmaster in a daze, screaming, "The troll—in the dungeon—thought you should know!"

After shouting this sentence, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, slumped on the floor, rolled his eyelids, and passed out.

The young wizards, who had never seen such a formation before, screamed in horror. They stood up from the long table, pushing each other into a mess.

Dumbledore frowned, raised his wand and released two loud explosion-like sounds into the air to silence everyone.

Then order the prefects of each college to maintain order and bring the students back to the dormitory.

Wan Mo noticed that Severus quickly left the auditorium through the side door alone.

He is going to protect the Sorcerer's Stone.

"Oh, Severus, Nico Flamel is begging to die now, anyone else has an idea for the Philosopher's Stone?" Ferrigas rubbed his little paw on the shoulder of the Slytherin head.

"I can think that the master alchemist who lived 660 years ago finally saw the true meaning of life?" Snape sneered.He had met that master alchemist before, and at that time, that master did not show any sign of giving up his obsession with immortality, but kept spying on him, hoping to get something from a student.

"Hey, hey——" Fluffy floated behind.

Snape's robes rolled in black waves.

As they passed through the side corridor, Ferriges rolled his large golden eyes and whispered, "Severus, I think I see two little mice in the corner of that griffin statue."

"The rats belong to Filch." Snape didn't stop, and went straight to the fourth floor.

"The rats are named Potter and Weasley."

Snape paused slightly, the damn Gryffindor trolls always like to cause trouble at any time, and use stupid ways to show that they are different. Is their prefect just a display? "I think Dumbledore will be watching them."

He cast an invisibility spell on himself in the corridor on the fourth floor, and the lizard and sea urchin also shielded himself.

Not long after, hurried footsteps sounded in the empty corridor, and a man with a large purple scarf wrapped around his head looked around and slipped into one of the doors.

Snape's deadpan face loomed in the corner - Dumbledore was right.

He also followed, continuing to bear the invisibility spell.

The slender fingers opened the crack of the door, only to see Quirrell standing there with a gloomy face thinking about something, and pointing his wand at the three-headed dog trying to bite him with three giant mouths.

It's a pity that the dog was bound by chains, no matter how hard he tried, it was a little bit worse. Instead, the surrounding floor was tossed into tatters by its sharp claws.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Quirrell.Quirrell was startled immediately, and when he turned around, he saw the dark Potions Professor.

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell." Snape's deep and mellow voice was like a cello with a beautiful timbre, overflowing with strong sarcasm.

"Night, good evening, Professor Snape, Professor." Quirrell stammered with a pale face.

"I can assume that you are here in the middle of the night. Is there any ulterior reason?" Snape pulled a smirk from the corner of his mouth, and his sharp eyes were dangling on Quirrell like a sharp scalpel.

"No, no, Snape-Poe, Professor, I am here to check-check." Quirrell twitched his eyebrows, shivering and retreated from the side.

Snape grimaced at him twisting his last name.

Quirrell's figure disappeared on the fourth floor, and it is estimated that he will not come again tonight.

He looked back at the three-headed dog on the trapdoor. Compared with Cerberus, the gatekeeper of hell, he had seen in hell before, it looked like a puppy with a deformed head—perhaps a tiny part of its blood Some go back thousands of years to Cerberus?

Ferrigas appeared on Snape's shoulder, scratching his chin with his little paw, "Oh, what a petite dog."

The three-headed dog, which had a crazy and ferocious face, restrained its fierceness when it saw Ferriges, whimpered pitifully, and retracted its head.

At this time, there was a sudden violent collision and the scream of the little wizard from downstairs.

Snape's expression changed. He recalled that Potter and the Weasley boy seemed to be going to the third floor.Just as he was about to run out, he was suddenly swept over by a strong force, and his right leg hit the door frame where the three-headed dog had grabbed many wooden thorns, pulling out a bloody gash.

"Damn!" Snape cursed, not even knowing why the beast hit him.He pulled out his wand to cast a jinx on it, only to see the big dog with its butt turned to him, its head buried in the corner, its paws on its neck, shivering.

It appears that the presence of the Ferrigues lizard spooked it.

The chaotic voices downstairs continued.

"What the hell is Dumbledore doing!?" Snape gritted his teeth and cast a hemostatic spell on himself, enduring the pain in his calf and ran to the third floor.

"Um..." Ferriges felt as if he had made a mistake without knowing it.

By the time Snape arrived at the source of the chaos, Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, had already arrived there first - the women's toilet on the third floor.

For this wonderful place, Snape once again greeted the troublesome brat from the bottom of his heart.

Quirrell also followed behind Snape.

He only took one look at the mess in the field and the giant monster lying on the ground, and then his face turned pale, and he wobbled and sat on the toilet seat next to him, clutching his chest and sobbing softly. (Quirinus, are you hurting trolls? ==)

Snape glanced at him contemptuously, past McGonagall, who was white with anger and his lips quivered, and drew out his wand to examine the unconscious troll.

The result was very strange - this troll was cast with a series of spells such as Confusion, Weakness, and Slowness - and how did the troll that was supposed to be in the basement classroom end up on the third floor?With so many negative, debilitating spells cast on it, it's questionable whether it can find the stairs.

Professor McGonagall was severely questioning the little lion under his jurisdiction, Snape stared at Weasley who was still holding a wand like a fool, and Potter, who had a disgusting unknown object stuck to his wand.

Potter looked down quickly.

Then he froze for a moment, and Snape followed his gaze, and saw Potter's gaze fell on his injured calf, which he covered with his robe.

By the way, he gave Little Potter a hard look—if he hadn't heard their screams and rushed out, then this wound could have been completely avoided.

Questions flashed in Potter's eyes, but he immediately lowered his head under the reprimand of his headmaster.

At this time, Granger, who was in a panic in the corner, stood up and made up a story about a hero saving a classmate.Listen, what did he hear?Oh, how heroic, how the hell Potter had stuck a wizard's most important weapon, his lifelong companion, the wand, up the troll's nostril?Damn, that wand would definitely be useless if the troll hadn't been cast with so many negative spells!

If he remembers correctly, Hermione Granger is one of the few Gryffindor students who still care about school rules, and are even disliked by many little trolls in the Lion House for interfering with other people's violations of school rules. Comparable to Ravenclaw.Such a student will think that he knows them well because he has read two introductions to the giant monster in the book, and he will deal with it single-handedly?

Squinting at the two smug lions proudly puffing out their chests, Snape scoffed at the head of Gryffindor for not debunking this obvious cover to add points to his house.

Suddenly, he stiffened, and felt something cool and delicate touching his injured calf.

—He quickly recognized that it was Mers' finger.

Every time the finger touched the wound, a cold feeling penetrated into it, and the pain lessened, and it even felt a little itchy, as if growing flesh.

He was tempted to pick up the invisible Mers who was obviously right next to him.Why are you still watching a few little monsters struggle and take risks when you are here?Looking at the fear of the three-headed dog towards Ferriges, one can tell that with Mers' strength, he only needs to release a little breath to make the crazy troll flee.

Snape pursed his lower lip, Mers was an existence other than human beings.

Although he knew long ago how indifferent he was to human life, he still couldn't help but substitute the idea that he belonged to humans when encountering this situation.

"Severus, show me your legs." Once back in the cellar, Mers materialized next to him.

In fact, Wan Mo was inconceivable that the potion professor would be injured with two monsters following him.

"I think it's ready." Snape took off his robe expressionlessly.

"I want to see."

Meet those dark eyes—there is no indifference, no shuddering darkness, no looking down as if standing above everything.

There is only tender care in it.

"...Okay." Snape pursed his lips, drawing his thin lips into a pale line.He sat in a chair and pulled up his trousers - there was a reddish fresh scar about seven inches long on his pale, lean but not thin calf.

Moers' white fingers caressed it, and there was a thin layer of dark light on the fingertips.

Fingertips touched Snape's skin, and Snape's skin shrank from the cold.The next moment, Snape saw his intact skin, as if it had never been injured.

What did this scene remind Mr. Snape of, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Moles, I remember when we first met, I...was injured very badly at the time, and you brought me home later At the door, it was inexplicably much better..." He remembered feeling a burst of cold at that time.

"Ah."

"..."

"My wound is healed! And it's not on my thigh! Where the hell are you going to touch—?!"