The day to become the final boss

Shortly after the Christmas holiday, Hogwarts ushered in another Quidditch match in the cold winter.

Due to the thrilling scene when the savior boy played for the first time, Principal Dumbledore decided that Professor Snape would be the referee for the second match.For that, the jolly old man, who didn't mind the livid-faced Potions Master calling him "an old lunatic with a candy-pickled brain."

Snape hated Quidditch, hated damn broomsticks.

Even though he has changed from a greasy little snot in Slytherin to a top potion master in the British wizarding world and even in the entire magic world, his broom flying skills are still stuck in his student days and have not improved at all.

"Up!"

Even after more than ten years, the Hogwarts broom still chooses to roll on the ground arrogantly like its predecessors when facing Mr. Snape, instead of obeying the orders of the professor in black.

Snape had a blue vein on his forehead - he had to practice this damn flying alone in the cold, dark and silent night, dragging a stupid broom, so that bloody Harry Potter wouldn't die in the game.

"Up!"

roll ~.

"Incen... (Incendio is blazing)" Professor Snape twitched at the corner of his mouth, and pulled out his wand through gritted teeth.

The broom bounced with a 'crack', hitting Snape's palms with pain.

Snape blew an annoyed breath, and stared at the broom in his hand for two seconds.Then he blessed himself with windproof and warm spells, straddled the broom with his slender body, took a deep breath, kicked hard, and the broom dangled off the ground.

I have to say... Professor Snape's broom technique was frustrating enough to make the first-year students despise him.

As the broom continued to rise, Snape's face became paler - not because he was afraid of heights, but because the broom under him was shaking harder and harder. ——Although the gloomy dean of Slytherin is called Slytherin's "vampire" and "old bat" by the students behind his back, he really can't fly in the flesh, and it's absolutely terrible to fall.

The cold wind whizzed by, blowing his half-length black hair, and the whirring sound made Snape's neck cringe, and what was even more unfortunate - his broom unfortunately spun around in the sky.

hell!He shouldn't be riding a goddamn broom, the stupid thing was never right for him!

Snape's vest was dripping with cold sweat, and he struggled to control the jumping broom.

Suddenly, he felt the broom sink, and it miraculously became regular.Snape turned to see Mr. Moores standing on the tail of his broom.

Wan Mo narrowed his black eyes and smiled at him. Mr. Snape's face was pale, but the roots of his ears were a little red.

He pursed his thin lips, which were a little bit blue from the cold, into a line, and there was some kind of awkward complexity dancing in his dark eyes. "Why, did the honorable Mr. Moores come here specially to laugh at my clumsiness?"

"No," Wan Mo leaped forward lightly, and sat sideways behind Snape, wrapping his arms around his slender waist. "I'm here to see the engine." He rubbed his face against Snape's neck.

"Mers!" The itchy feeling made him turn his head to one side.

Wan Mo moved his fingers, and the broom slowly rose up.Snape's knuckles were whitening as he held the broom handle.

Even though Snape had blessed himself with the Windproof Charm and Warmth Charm, in this cold winter, the effects of the spells were clearly limited.

Snape flinched from the bone-chilling wind, and had to adjust his position so that his back was closer to Mers' chest - the warmth of Mers' arms made him want to curse. .

Snape didn't know what height they had ascended to. Surrounded by the endless dark night, there was only the howling of the cold wind in his ears, as if there were only the two of them left in the whole world.

"I think - we should go down." Snape felt his whole body's bones stiffen, especially this hated wizard sitting on a broom, which made him feel that his joints were about to congeal.

"..."

"Mers!" Snape's low voice was filled with exasperation.The broom did not listen to him at all, and Mr. Moores could not pretend to be deaf and dumb at this time.

"Ah."

"I said—I want to go down!"

"Severus, what do you think of flying in the flesh?" A soft and pleasant voice rang in his ears, and the warm breath sprayed on his cheeks, making Snape slightly distracted.

"What?" He didn't hear clearly, but felt the arms around his waist tightening.

The next moment, he was lifted by the arms around his waist and gradually floated away from the broom.

His feet suddenly stepped into the air, and there was terrible darkness below. Snape reflexively hugged the arms around his waist. He only had time to let out a short exclamation before he was carried straight into the sky by a huge force!

The feeling of lightning and the impact of his sight made Snape almost suffocate. He tightly grasped Moers' arm, his whole body tensed up to be stiffer than a stone.

That damn feeling is absolutely worse than Apparating!

They crossed the thick clouds and kept going up at a very high speed.Snape felt dazed as he saw a bright moon and a dark blue night before his eyes.

He felt Moores turn him over and give him a warm kiss.

"Will you stay with me all the time?" There seemed to be some emotion in those black pupils, and it seemed to be tempting something. Snape had the illusion that it was his soul that would be tempted.

No, perhaps his soul has long been tempted.

Moers stared at him for a moment, and warm lips covered him again.

"Beep!" Head Slytherin blew his whistle, and the Quidditch match began!

This match is Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff.

Professor Snape, whose face was as black as his robe, had just awarded Hufflepuff a free throw because one of the Weasley twins had aimed a Bludger at him, intending to make him The referee dropped the broom.

Wan Mo was still eating his popcorn in the Slytherin stands, watching the black-clothed professor flying steadily in the air under the sound of the little snakes yelling about goddamn Gryffindor and the like.

He knew that before this, the Gryffindor golden boy was still refereeing "the old Slytherin bat", debating whether to feign illness or a broken leg, as Ron Weasley suggested Constantly avoid the game, so as not to be deliberately made things difficult by the nasty old bat.

Harry Potter never knew how much and what the dark and gloomy Potions Professor had paid for him.Even if Severus didn't turn into the walking dead of atonement like in the original book, he would still practice his most hated broom on the cold nights of the snow season for Lily's son.

In the Gryffindor stands, Ron and Hermione were closely watching Snape's every move.In fact, they even thought of throwing a Leg-locking Charm at him so that he would fall off the broom, as soon as the old bat showed any ill intentions for young Potter.

In the sunlight, the ring on the ring finger of Professor Snape's left hand gleamed, and wonderful magic power continued to flow from the ring, supporting his physical body to fly.

That's right, although Mr. Snape now appears to be sitting on a broomstick and moves around on it.But he is actually just holding a broom and flying entirely on his own body.

Moers taught him to fly physically, and as long as he kisses the obsidian ring on his left hand before flying, it will continuously provide him with "magic power that can fly in the air for 50 years". (Mersian)

Noisier voices came from one side of the stand than elsewhere, and Wan Moxun looked around.Little Mr. Malfoy took Crabbe and Goyle to detour to Gryffindor at some point, rolled into a ball under the seat with Ron, and the other three also started fighting.

Oh, little Mr. Malfoy, you've gone too far this time.Wan Mo was stuffed with popcorn.

——Looking at Draco's punching posture, it is definitely as rough as Gryffindor.Later, you will definitely be slashed severely by your annoyed dean with a sullen face.

Just when little Mr. Malfoy had no aristocratic demeanor and little Weasley was rolling on the ground, all the people around suddenly boiled, and only heard the Gryffindor commentator's excited almost screaming voice, "Oh! Merlin !! Our Gryffindor Seeker caught the Snitch! It lasted less than 5 minutes! What a record!! Shout out to Harry Potter!!" -

The players from both sides hovered slowly in the air and landed, and the game ended.

The author has something to say: Well, today is a little less, the reason why I write this is because the professor is always misunderstood to pay————————

Please see the original text:

Harry saw Snape land next to him, pale, lips pursed - and then Harry felt a hand on his shoulder.He looked up and saw Dumbledore's smiling face.

"Well done," Dumbledore said quietly, only Harry could hear, "It's good to see you're not thinking about that magic mirror all day... living life to the fullest... that's great..." Snape He spat on the ground angrily.

—He was pale and his lips were tightly pursed.This shows that Professor Snape has been giving them unbelievable patience in this match that made the lion cubs suspicious in every possible way.