The day to become the final boss

"Look at that scarred man, sooner or later I will join the Quidditch team and teach him a lesson!"

Wan Mo walked slowly behind, listening to Draco Malfoy in the front and a few first-years filled with righteous indignation—wasn’t it just that he was rudely rejected by Little Potter once...twice? He was largely at odds with Porter Jr., signaled by his father, Lucius Malfoy.

Only a few people know about the fact that the platinum nobles secretly contributed to Voldemort's downfall.Voldemort is not dead yet, and it is very likely that he will suddenly make a comeback one day. Lucius, who has not yet exposed his dissent, needs to show a certain degree of disgust and contempt for the savior and the white wizard.

One after another, little wizards walked past Wan Mo, but no one greeted him—of course, this was not because of his poor popularity, but on purpose.

Minimize your presence.When it comes to Mr. Moores, everyone knows that he is a first-year Slytherin with an oriental face. He is not outstanding, clumsy, or conspicuous, but if you think about it carefully, maybe you will find that even his appearance is different. Can't remember.

Slytherin is too shrewd, Wan Mo is too lazy to spend time with a bunch of imps who have ulterior motives, and he twists and turns to try and test. He came to Slytherin entirely for the best viewing location and to get close to Sif more conveniently. Les.

Back in the student dormitory, Wan Mo casually threw out a little magic that refused to allow anyone to enter except his roommate who would pass out as soon as he entered the door, and Wan Mo sat on the dark sofa.

The dormitory had been remodeled by him to be completely Slytherin-less, with soft dark colors from floor to ceiling - except for a framed picture on the wall of a red-haired, green-eyed owner.

"Your son hates Severus very much." Wan Mo blinked at the portrait.

The lady in the hanging portrait covered her face with her white hands, and she grabbed the ears of the man with messy hair hiding next to her, "It's all your fault! James, if Harry is more like me, he won't hate me, it's best friend!"

"Oh, Lily, take it easy, it hurts~" James Potter screamed, begging for mercy with his eyes.

"Your brain is always not enough, look at my little Harry - I sincerely hope it's just that my sister Petunia's education method is not suitable for him, not that he has completely inherited your brain."

Yes, the people in the portrait are Lily Potter and James Potter.The young heroic couple who were killed by Voldemort 11 years ago didn't even have a chance to leave a portrait in the wizarding world.

But now they have.

Unlike all existing portraits in the wizarding world, what others have incorporated into their portraits is memory, while what they have incorporated is soul.

"Honey, I also have strengths, such as my vitality, such as my handsomeness, such as my Quidditch..."

"Speaking of Quidditch—Harry Potter won Quidditch for Gryffindor today, he's the Seeker." Wan Mo interrupted suddenly.

James Potter opened his mouth wide, and his eyeballs protruded a little, then he opened his mouth and laughed, jumping up and down happily in the picture frame, "Well done, Harry! It's really my son ! Will definitely become a big Quidditch star in the future!"

But as a mother, Lily thought of something completely different, "Merlin, he is only in the first grade, how can the professors let him play? Quidditch is not a gentle sport!"

"In fact, he did play," Wan Mo shrugged, "after Ms. McGonagall accidentally discovered his talent for controlling brooms. You must know that he has lost to Slytherin for several rounds in a row, even if it is a fair Gryffindor The dean is not calm anymore, I guess she won't feel ashamed because of the team's loss in the next 6 years, avoiding Severus and leaving."

"Except for Quidditch, how is Harry's studies?" Lily asked again.

"I have to say——Lily, whether it's appearance, personality, or talent, your little Harry is more inherited from your husband." The corners of Wan Mo's mouth turned up slightly, and his tone was slightly sarcastic.

"Oh, Merlin - Severus wouldn't like him either -" Lily slumped her shoulders in frustration.

Wan Mo raised his eyebrows, "In fact, Harry Potter doesn't like his Potions professor even more."

"That's terrible!"

"Hmph! Who cares about a snotty and greasy snot!" James Potter snorted disdainfully with a disgusted expression on his face.In his eyes, his son was right to hate snots as much as he did.

In the next second, James Potter howled miserably. If you look closely, you will find small and sharp frost needles emerging from his skin.Lily hurriedly supported him, but his wailing still didn't stop.

Wan Mo picked up the delicate silver cup and took a sip of black tea, the warm color in the cup was rippling.

——"I'm rare."

"Also, please never let me hear that insulting word again."

Lily raised her head and saw Moores slightly knocking his eyelids, and a terrifying aura emanating from those black pupils.

Cold, oppressive fear climbed into her soul like a thorn.

"Mers?"

"What?" Wan Mo turned his head and smiled at her gently, and the terrifying sense of oppression disappeared.

"What are you..." What are you?Looking at the gentle smiling face and the indifferent black eyes, Lily shuddered.

Especially when she saw Mers again in the form of a soul, she knew he was not a human being—the trembling of fear and indescribable reverence derived from the deepest part of her soul made her want to worship and kneel forever.

But she didn't know what Mers really was.

"Actually——Mers, I... well, well, and James would like your help." Lily considered her words.Potter had stopped screaming, but was still trembling.

"If it's not too troublesome, you can consider it."

"It's about Harry."

Wan Mo touched his chin, "As long as you don't let me or Severus be the nanny."

"Of course not." Lily smiled, her palms stroking her husband's back. "It's the inheritance of the Potter family. We want to ask Moore to take care of it and hand it over to Harry at an appropriate time in the future."

"Huh?" Wan Mo pretended to be surprised, "I thought all the property of the Potter family was given to the Order of the Phoenix?"

"No, the inheritance of the ancient family cannot be lost, except for the invisibility cloak left at home the night Voldemort attacked..."

"...Okay, where is it?"

"That..." Old Potter said a little timidly, "Can we go together? In fact, I was too young when I died, not yet the inheritance age stipulated by the family... I want to go and see with Lily."

It was only when Wan Mo arrived at the inheritance place described by James Potter that he realized the reason for Potter's resignation—the ancestors of the Potter family were not as hopeless as their descendants, and the defense they made could be called a masterpiece of the wizarding world .The bleak, dilapidated old house in the middle of this deserted valley would give hallucinations to Muggles and other animals, and keep out wizards without family blood.

"Can it be broken?" Lily, the portrait held in her hand, was full of hope.

Wan Mo stroked his chin, and passed through the invisible layer of defense—as if he had penetrated a thin film.

Potter: "...?!!!!"

Lily: "..."

Ignoring the two speechless portraits, Wan Mo entered the old house.

——Different from the dilapidated and dilapidated appearance outside, the inside of the house is neat and simple, full of traces of time without being decadent.

There are a row of huge bookshelves on both sides, and Wan Mo casually flipped through them. They are all books of good value and some years old.

This made Wan Mo feel that the knowledge and wisdom of the Potter family must have been prepaid in advance by their ancestors.

There are also three storage rooms inside, one stores various rare materials and potions, the other stores a large amount of gold and silver artifacts, gems and gold coins, but the last storage room is empty, there is nothing in it, except the walls. A portrait of the same height as a real person.

Wan Mo put the portraits of the Potters at his feet.

Then walked over.

An expensive curtain of black silk inlaid with dark gemstones concealed the portrait, and it was still as silky as new even after a thousand years - generations of the Potter family had continuously placed a protective spell on it.

"Oh, I bet, that portrait must belong to the ancestor of our Potter family - Peverell! It is said that it has been passed down in the Potter family for more than a thousand years." James Potter was so excited that he almost used the image reserved for nobles. aria.

Wan Mo touched his chin.

"Boom——" A cluster of faint blue flames suddenly ignited from the bottom of the portrait, and quickly spread upwards.

"Oh, stop, it's my family's property!" Potter was shocked, and he anxiously put his face next to the portrait and hurriedly shouted, "Stop! Moles, that one can't be burned! There will be trouble!"

"Mers?" Lily didn't understand why Mrs. wanted to burn an old portrait.

Wan Mo turned around and smiled, "Because I don't want it to stay."

The blue flames spread rapidly, and the expensive silk curtain was the first to peel off, revealing the portraits inside, although it was reduced to ashes in just one breath.

Suddenly James Potter's face became pale and transparent as if his soul had been frozen——

He saw the portrait in the family legend, and saw the story described in the portrait—the scene of the great and terrifying existence bestowing a large hooded cloak on a young man.The place where the noble and ancient superior held the cloak was black as ink—and when the frightened young man touched it, it became the color of quicksilver and translucent.

James Potter stared at Moores's face, which was exactly the same as in the portrait, with an oriental delicate face, and those indifferent eyes that seemed to be looking down on all living beings. Something stuck in his throat Something that made him feel oppressed and suffocated.