The day to become the final boss

Snape told Dumbledore about Quirrell's actions, and once again rejected his 101st offer to sell sweets.

When he was about to leave the principal's office, the old principal said, "Ah——Severus, it's November, Hogwarts will hold the first Quidditch match since the beginning of school, will you go?"

The corners of Snape's mouth twisted twice, and he smirked, "Mr. Headmaster, need I remind you that the Quidditch competition in November is between Slytherin and Gryffindor? I remember that the school seems to have a Quidditch competition, Dean Must be present?"

"Oh, of course, I meant to say—that was little Harry's first match, and with his talent, he must be a Quidditch star in the future?"

An odd laugh escaped Snape's throat.

That's right!

Damn little Potter is very much like his vain, arrogant, frivolous, irritable, and brainless father, even his hobby of riding a broom like a fool is damned exactly the same!

"Maybe Professor Quirrell is also interested in Quidditch?" The white-bearded wizard added, happily stuffing his beloved cookie into his mouth.

Snape lowered his lips, turned quickly, and roughly closed the door of the principal's office.

When it came to the day of the Quidditch match, Snape still had to sit on the chair of the most hated broomstick.

He's been able to sit here all these years because Slytherin wins most of the time.

But this still doesn't change the fact that the Potions Professor hates Quidditch - Snape hates noisy environments, inexplicable yelling, nervous body language from time to time, and watching a group of people riding brooms Flying all over the sky - hated today's Gryffindor auditorium even more and stupidly hung up an old bed sheet that said "Potter must win" and a lion doodle as a banner - don't think it's on the bed sheet Scribbling and scribbling will not be recognized by others!

Seeing those four words on the old bed sheet, Snape couldn't help sneering.Perhaps in Gryffindor's mind, the great savior should be omnipotent?

Then, he turned his gaze to the Slytherin student seats—the little snakes were staring at the playing field intently and excitedly.Among a large group of students wearing dark green striped scarves and holding small green flags, Moers, who was pretending to be tender, was still delivering popcorn to his mouth, and even held a telescope in his hand.

The Potions Master felt a vein pop out of his forehead.

Soon, the Gryffindor team in bright red uniforms and Slytherin in dark green uniforms entered the stadium amidst cheers.

Mrs. Huo Qi, the flying class professor, stood in the center of the field, reiterated the rules of the competition, and then blew her silver whistle—the competition began.

As usual, the Gryffindor commentator's loud and biased explanation, which was obviously discriminatory by the school, sounded in his ears, and Snape impatiently used "close earplugs" for himself.

His piercing eyes were fixed on the highest point in the sky above the field, where there was a small black spot floating showily and flipping a few somersaults here and there, and that was bloody Harry Potter.

Quirrell has not come to the professor's seat yet, but he can't be careless. Maybe he is hiding in a corner of the arena, thinking about how to end Potter's life at any time.

After scoring twice in the Lion Court and the Snake Court, Potter, who was on top, swooped down suddenly - he was chasing the Snitch.The Slytherin Seeker saw it too and joined the fray, the two brooms almost side by side.The lightning speed caused deafening screams from the auditorium below.

Seeing the involuntary dancing and mouth opening of the people around, the black-clothed professor once again lamented how good it is to "close your ears and listen".

Although disgusted, Snape also had to admit that Potter did have extraordinary talent in driving the broom - he was even a bit faster than the seasoned Slytherin Seeker, seeing that he was farther away from the Snitch As they got closer, the Slytherin Quidditch captain deliberately fouled Potter in desperation, knocking Potter's broom aside.

The nimble little Snitch brushed past Potter.Gryffindor was awarded a free kick for Slytherin's relief.

Quidditch continues.

At this moment, Snape suddenly narrowed his eyes - Potter's broom twitched violently twice in the air, which was not a good sign.

Sure enough, a few moments later Potter's broom was twitching more and more, looking like he was riding a grumpy horse, rising higher and higher in the air.

Someone is using black magic on the broomstick!

Snape stared closely at the small figure that was constantly tumbling in the air, and began to concentrate on reciting the anti-curse.

But the distance was too far, and the anti-curse effect, which was already more difficult than casting a curse, was not very obvious, and the opponent's curse was still continuing.

At this time, the audience in the stands all discovered the vision in the sky, and they let out bursts of inconceivable exclamations.

Wan Mo pressed another popcorn into his mouth, and Gryffindor watched Hermione Granger in the auditorium disappear into his seat after talking with Hagrid and Ron with an ugly face for a while.

It seems that the lioness decided to show her rare, lion-like side by heroically burning the robes of the scariest potions master at Hogwarts.

With the momentum of a strong man breaking his wrist, the little girl bravely moved forward in the crowded crowd like an icebreaker, and even hung upside down in the back row of the professor's seat, the stuttering black magic professor Quirrell who was concentrating on the sky next to him.She glanced and didn't notice herself, the Potions Professor whose lips were still twitching towards the sky.

Hermione squatted quietly in the crowd, took out her wand and cast a spell at the black robe at the Potions Professor's feet.

Then—no response?

Hermione said the spell again - she was sure there was nothing wrong with the fire spell, and still couldn't get even the slightest spark of fragility from the tip of the wand.

Potter in the sky was still struggling desperately, the violent broom was swinging wildly, throwing his whole body off, leaving the poor boy hanging there with only one arm being constantly swung.The impatient Hermione flicked her wand in frustration, scratched at her unkempt hair, and said another leg-locking spell.

——In the Slytherin stands, among the noisy crowd, Wan Mo leisurely swallowed popcorn one after another.

Bat spirit spells, incisors match big sticks, grins hula la... Oh, Miss Know-It-All knows a lot.

With no one who continued to cast black magic on Potter's broom, Snape quickly completed his anti-curse, and Harry Potter, who performed thrillingly at high altitude for a while, finally regained control of the broom.

When little Potter turned around and climbed onto the broom again, the dark potions professor turned around.He saw Quirrell, who was in the back row who didn't know when he was there, covering his chest with a gray face, and sneered—the anti-curse had worked, and Quirrell should be far more uncomfortable than he showed now.

Snape's sharp eyes then moved to Hermione Granger, who was squatting on the ground and pulling her hair.

The little girl suddenly realized that something was wrong, and when she raised her head, she saw Professor Snape's face became more and more gloomy, and his little face became snow-white.

"I hope you can explain your behavior to your poor professor, Granger." Snape sneered sinisterly, the fluctuation of the little wizard's undisguised magic power was so obvious.

Hermione's big, flustered eyes were pitiful.

At this time, there were loud cheers on the playing field——Harry Potter, the youngest Quidditch Seeker in Gryffindor, caught the Golden Snitch in a thrilling manner, and Gryffindor won. Contest.

The Gryffindor auditorium was boiling, they loudly cheered the name of the strongest Potter, the old bed sheet with rough graffiti swaying violently, and the red Quidditch ball flying around in the sky to celebrate the victory The strange players made the corners of Snape's eyes twitch slightly.

Damn it!Damn Potter, he should have let him hang there until this stupid game was over!

"Five points from Gryffindor for attempting to attack the professor with a ludicrously mischievous spell - there's still a week of labor service, Granger, starting at 5pm tomorrow. I think I can go down to Diagon Alley and buy a copy for that." Vats of slugs to be skinned and phyllo caterpillars waiting to be decapitated." The professor in black grinned maliciously enough, and looked so fearsome in the enthusiastic crowd that he looked like a complete villain.

Little Granger's palm-sized face turned dead gray.

Merlin! ——she will definitely have nightmares tonight!

The great devil of the nightmare must be called Snape!

Small theaters for brainstorming:

When the Potions Professor bottled the freshly brewed potion, Wan Mo entangled him.

"Severus, you only know how to make potions during this rare holiday?"

Snape glanced at him, and put the crystal bottle back in the cabinet. "Perhaps Mr. Moers has a better proposal?"

"Why don't we do something to make each other like it more?" Wan Mo took the potion master's left hand and gently kissed the obsidian ring on his ring finger.

"uh-huh?"

"Honey, you know what I mean, we can have fun." The tip of the bright red tongue licked the root of the other's middle finger, and the wet feeling made the pale skin tense all of a sudden.

Snape's eyes flickered for a moment, then he firmly refused "No!"

With white arms encircling his chest and abdomen like a snake, Wan Mo breathed in his ear to bewitch him. "Severus, I can let you come first - imagine..." The slender fingers rubbed against his sensitive belly, slowly drawing ambiguous circles on the groin. "You can use any method - with your hands, with your skin, with your mouth, tongue, teeth, and huge erection to ravage every inch of me that you can see."

The Potions Professor's breathing became a little short, and a brief trance appeared in his dark eyes.

He swallowed, and said with difficulty, "...I still refuse."

"why?"

Snape gave him a stern look. "Need I remind you? Mr. Moores, that's what you suggested last holiday."

"Of course, I remember you were on your way to heaven." Mr. Moores stated the facts.

"Damn it! But I paid for the first 10 hours of fun, and then spent a whole week in bed! And almost missed the opening ceremony!"

[So...sometimes unlimited HP is more terrifying than unlimited MP...] Note: HP= blood energy, stamina value MP= magic power value

Crash theater:

Beside: [Just curious, the two spent a week in bed, how did SS solve the physical needs of the body?Can he take it? ] Mo Mo: Use part of my magic power cycle to replace his physiological cycle.

Narrator: [Your magical power is so terrifying, is there no problem? 】

Mo Mo: I am very careful to control the magic power within the range he can bear.

Narrator: [Is there no bad influence? 】

Momo: Absolutely not.

SS: Yes!

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[What's wrong with it? 】

Mo Mo: No, dear, I was so careful——

SS (gritting teeth): Because that damn magic cycle replaces eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom, your place was inserted behind me and never pulled out!

Narrator: 【...(⊙o⊙)! 】

Mo Mo: ...My dear, in fact, if I hadn't been concerned about your feelings, I would have been able to cultivate gently until the world collapsed.

SS: ...(#‵′) Convex!

Momo—a conditioned reflex to bite the raised middle finger in one mouthful!

SS: ……………

Narrator: [The narration is blocked]