The day to become the final boss

"What's the matter, James?" Lily was a little surprised by Potter's fear. She didn't understand what her husband was afraid of. Could there be something weird about the portrait burned by Moores?

Although the figure in the portrait looks exactly the same as Moores——but in Lily's perception, since Moores is not a human being, it is not surprising that he lived longer than a human being and left traces of his past existence.

Of course, the premise that she would think so was because she didn't know how old that portrait was.

Potter was completely frozen, Lily didn't know anything, she didn't know how terrible Mers was, she didn't even know what the Deathly Hallows was.But James Potter, a direct descendant of Peverell, knew.

That's why he froze with fear.

"I guess—maybe Mr. Potter is still feeling sorry for the burned family heirloom?" Wan Mo narrowed his black eyes and smiled softly.

Porter "..."

Lily suddenly felt that her husband's portrait became paler and more transparent.

Wan Mo returned to the Slytherin lounge when night fell.The moment he first appeared in the room, he felt he stepped on something, and when he looked down, it turned out to be his unlucky roommate.

Wan Mo snapped his fingers, and the sleepy little wizard stood up like a puppet on a string, and slid to the desk in a strange way—he was still snoring.

A quill with a dark glow floating over it floated over, drawing a thin milky white light from his mind, and then the homework in the schoolbag automatically slid out, and the quill quickly wrote on it.

By tomorrow morning, the little wizard, who has slept through the whole night, will go out under the influence of hallucinations, wearing a slightly wrinkled robe with inexplicable footprints on his back - he probably will never understand in his life, why is it in his memory? Brush your teeth twice a day, but your teeth still look not clean? (Because of the existence of the original prefect bathroom and the student public bathroom, we can guess-Slytherin also has a not gorgeous side?)

After re-hanging the portraits of Lily and Potter on the wall, Wan Mo checked the time - at 7:[-] in the evening, it was time to go to Severus.

After Wan Mo's figure disappeared in the dots of dark light, James Potter's white and transparent soul slowly recovered.He suddenly remembered something, his facial features were twisted and kneaded together, it was indescribably weird.

"I thought you could tell me something?" Lily looked at him, and James knew something she didn't, about Mers.

"Lily, dear, I think I know what you're going to ask, but I can't say it." Potter's face twisted even more. "...Is he looking for...Snape?"

"I thought you knew?" Lily was a little surprised that James didn't dare to mention that title again behind his back.She knew how stubborn her husband was about that insulting name, from school days to marriage to turning into a ghost, and although Lily had been trying to correct it, James hadn't given up calling her best friend "snot slut" ".

What exactly is Mers?

"Oh, Merlin's stinky socks—! He, how could he be really interested in nose...um...Snape, unbelievable taste!" Potter twisted his facial features and greeted Merlin, then stammered Said "--I still like Snape's dark personality..." He only let out a vague murmur in his throat when he mentioned someone's forbidden status.

"What did you say?"

"Oh dear, I didn't say anything—"

December.

Hogwarts has been covered with thick snow everywhere, turning silvery white, the surface of the Black Lake is even frozen, and the bare tree branches are covered with snow and icicles.

After the snow, the sky cleared up, the light blue was as clean as washing, and the warm sunlight gently caressed the earth. This is a rare good weather in winter.

Wan Mo walked across the big lawn. He had just finished flying lessons.The little snakes who were traveling together had their little faces and noses flushed from the cold, and they still looked like they couldn’t get enough of it—although Wan Mo didn’t understand such an indecent act of straddling a broom, why Slytherin, who has always admired nobility and elegance, would be so enthusiastic about it. .

Looking from a distance, the Weasley twins were performing labor services under Filch's supervision.They had to clear the snow from the entrance to the Great Hall for three days in a row - as the twins had cast tracking spells on some of the snowballs and used them to smash poor stuttering Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Quirrell on the back of the scarfed head.

Wan Mo couldn't help but wonder, would Voldemort sticking to the back of Quirrell's head hurt?

The next class was Potions, and they were on their way to the dungeons.

Compared with other places in Hogwarts, the cellar is colder, and the little snakes are equipped with some small magical items to keep warm, and they are more calm than the little wizards in other colleges.

The breaths of the cubs immediately turned into white mist.Cowardly, they tried to get as close as possible to the crucible emitting heat.

Of course, such coldness is good for some people—such as Wanmo.

"Listen, use your clumsy upper limbs, put ten drops of the honey of the heartworm into your cauldron, whoever dares to put in one more drop, I will let him drink the whole potion-" the cellar snake king Mr. Snape hissed in a low and elegant voice, and his sharp eyes scanned a group of lion cubs with stiff hands and feet, uh... and the rare species of Slytherin, Crabbe and Goyle with not enough brains.

What this class learns to make is an antidote that can be used to treat hysteria caused by poisoning of certain magical plants.

Perhaps it was Professor Snape's straight back and jet-black robe or gloomy and stern face that gave the students endless pressure. Gray smoke rose from the cauldrons of several children, and the potion turned a strange gray-purple.

The Potions Professor's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a cauldron.

When the class was over, those poor kids were all grimacing and clutching their bellies - because of the weird taste of the failed potion, and the fullness of the stomach and the change of what to eat for two days after mourning them into a sour taste.

In the corridor, the half-giant Hagrid was moving a thick fir tree. His tangled hair and beard were covered with snow. It seemed that it was snowing again outside.Christmas is coming, and the keepers of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts are going to use them for a Christmas tree.

Wan Mo has always felt strange about this—the reason why wizards celebrate Christmas is completely different from that of ordinary people, although most wizards will not admit it now.But at first they celebrated Christmas because on this holy holiday, the Holy See would not send people out to hunt wizards.

Young Weasley, Young Potter, and the half-giant chatted, while Comrade Draco dutifully made a cameo of the villain again.He led Crabbe and Goyle arrogantly, and successfully aroused the blood of the little lion with his sneer at the poor red-haired Weasley family. Ron grabbed his valuable and exquisite robe and was about to beat him— ———

Then the head of Slytherin happened to be walking down the stairs.

The head of the viper's eyes flicked over Draco's collar, and Ron felt his scalp tingle.

"Listen to me, Professor Snape, it's not what you saw. It was Malfoy who provoked Ron first." Hagrid hugged the fir tree and tried to defend Ron.

"But I thought - Mr. Malfoy didn't do it?" Snape smirked tactfully.

Draco opened Ron's hand and straightened his wrinkled collar. His face was slapped with disdain, and his chin was raised proudly.

"Well, no, but..."

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor. Hitting someone at Hogwarts is against the school rules." Snape looked expressionlessly at the little Potter beside him, whose eyes were full of indignation.

Of course, there is also Moores with a hint of teasing in his eyes in the corner.

— Our Potions master got into fights with the Marauders quartet a lot during his schooldays—whether it was with jinxes or fists.

Damn Mers is laughing at me.

Snape withdrew his gaze, pursed his thin lips, "Okay, everyone. Get out of here, you are blocking the corridor, maybe I can use this as an excuse to deduct more points?"

The Slytherins showed evil smirks, and left under the leadership of the Snake King, leaving the lions with disgusting backs.

Wan Mo heard Ron grit his teeth and say, "One day, I will teach you a lesson—"

"I really hate those two, Malfoy and Snape." Harry Potter said resentfully.

Wan Mo looked up at the sky.

The cellar at night, the potions master's dormitory—

Feeling the body exuding high heat slipping into the quilt, Snape, who had a cold body and icy limbs, leaned over without hesitation.

Wan Mo peeled off his thick pajamas, adjusted his posture, let his lover stick to his warm skin, and slept more comfortably.

The heat from the human body heater and the silky, delicate and elastic touch under his body made Snape sigh in satisfaction.Apart from some things he refused to admit lip service, Moores' ability to regulate his body temperature at will was what he was most satisfied with.

Warm hands climbed onto the slightly cool skin, wrapped around her slender waist, and gently rubbed her fingertips. "Actually - Severus, I have a way to make you warm up faster and even sweat. Maybe we can try?"

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows lazily, and the washed, smooth half-length black hair scratched the side of Wan Mo's neck numbly.

Mr. Moores licked his lips to make it look more dewy. "Such as a hot lingering, such as letting a certain hot part of me enter, and the magma-like heat will erupt for you from the inside?" The soft lips gently pecked and stroked the neck, and the slender fingers stretched from the flexible The waist moved to the thin and strong buttocks, and was slowly kneaded with moderate strength and ambiguity.

Mr. Snape scraped away the out-of-bounds paw, raised his head to meet those black eyes, and said with a smirk: "Actually, I'm looking forward to a warm and tight place. wrap me around rather than trying to delusional in - though, I'm sure I'd rather have a soft 'proper' throw pillow or a fireplace right now."

The stove is full of ink "...".

Well, in fact, it is also very good to be able to hold an awkward lover in such a cold night, and have some ambiguous touch or wet kisses with lips and tongues intertwined from time to time.

Outside, in the Potions Master's office, the Ferrigus lizard wagged its tail on its golden pillow. "Isn't it mating? Our great master is too accommodating to his spouse."

"Come on."

"What do humans call this kind of thing? Let me think about it—oh, yes, it's called a wife slave."

"Ha, ha, ha."

【...Hey, is it his wife or husband? 】