The day to become the final boss

After the Quidditch match, Hogwarts returned to its usual routine of life.

Ever since he witnessed Snape practicing his most hated broomstick alone in the dark on that cold night, Wan Mo found that he had lost the enthusiasm he expected to watch the development of the storyline.He realized that the idea of ​​spectating that he had been obsessed with for thousands of years might not be as important as he imagined—and Snape, the wizard who originally planned to try to get along with him for a hundred years in a long time, had a far different status in his mind than before.

Under the night, Wan Mo sighed on the top of the tower.

Looking at the dragon queen who sent away Hagrid's illegal adoption below, Professor McGonagall caught Draco following them one second, deducted 20 points from the happy Harry and Hermione, and was caught by Fei the next second. Wilkey caught.

Wan Mo also heard Professor McGonagall saying, "I want to see what Professor Snape does to you, Malfoy!"

——It seems that Mr. Malfoy will be severely punished by his Headmaster tonight.

So in other words, poor Mr. Wanmo tonight... Don't expect to get any benefits from Head Slytherin, whose face is darker than the bottom of the pot.

Wan Mo stroked his chin, and there was a glimmer of light in his black eyes.

"I thought, could you tell your poor professor——when did the honorable Mr. Malfoy become as big as a walnut kernel?" Professor Snape had a sullen face, blowing an angry breath from his nostrils.

The light from the cellar cast a dark shadow on his face.

It's rare that Moores didn't come to harass him too early. The Potions Professor happily set up the crucible, intending to boil an innovation that had been thought through and verified many times into a wonderful potion. As a result, the door was knocked halfway through the ingredients. disturb.

Of course Snape didn't think it was Mers, that damned guy had always used the gate as a display.

But he didn't expect that Professor McGonagall would be visiting him at 1 o'clock in the morning - the angry lioness king of Gryffindor also brought a cowering platinum snake.

The sharp knife-like gaze of the cellar snake king made little Mr. Malfoy's proud head lower, "I just found out that Potter and the others were helping Hagrid illegally consign a baby dragon." He said nervously, his little face turned pale.

"...Lucius won't be happy because you created an opportunity for him to legally capture a dragon and exchange more benefits with someone, because you are really not smart enough to do it." Snape snorted, using his knuckles He tapped on the table in front of him, "Use your brain - you are a Malfoy, I hope Lucius won't cry to me because of your lack of thinking - the Malfoy family has lost their leading role in the next generation of heirs. Be proud of your cunning, or simply come and ask me for a potion of intelligence!"

Draco drooped his head, even his brilliant platinum-blonde hair seemed a bit dull.

"Of course, if there is such a day, I will give your father the best." Snape sneered mercilessly.

"I know I was wrong, professor." Platinum Xiaolong's low voice was pitiful, and he pinched the corner of his clothes with his fingers behind his back.

"Huh? Then tell me, what's wrong?" Snape raised his eyebrows, leaning on the back of the chair with folded arms.

"I shouldn't just see the benefits in front of me, and make a move without much consideration. The most important thing is, I shouldn't leave a clue." Draco raised his head slightly, his face was pale, but his gray-blue eyes showed firmness.

Snape watched him in silence for a moment.

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy, it seems that your brain has not been assimilated by Crabbe and Goyle." He pulled out his chair and stood up, pointing to the door, "Now, turn around, straighten your chest, go back to your Sleep in the dormitory. Until tomorrow, no matter what punishment those Gryffindors face, you will be with them." Snape smirked.

"Of course, Professor." Little Malfoy puffed out his chest, bowed slightly, and walked out gracefully.

Snape rubbed his forehead and went into the potion making room again.

But in less than 5 minutes, it was interrupted again by a slightly hasty knock on the door.

Snape yanked the door open vigorously.Damn it, don't let it be some inexplicable little thing, there is no end to this!

Outside the door stood a panicked Draco, clutching the back of his head.

He slid into the room, his gray-blue eyes seemed to be covered with water vapor, making his big eyes look watery.

"Draco! Damn it, what expression is that on your face! Your father will be ashamed because of your disrespect, what are you going to do?" Snape's face was terribly black, staring at the aristocratic demeanor, he was thrown out of the sky The gone platinum dragon roared.

"But, professor, godfather—your pet lizard jumped out just now, it tore out a few strands of my hair, and chopped off the back of my head—I need a hair growth potion!!"

"..." Snape.

And not far from the cellar, the Feligues lizard is stroking the shiny platinum hair in its paws obsessively~ "Oh, my great master! ~ Feligues really likes this kind of hair, What a beautiful color, how soft, look at it charming - unfortunately the fly in the ointment is a little short..."

"Ferrigas—"

"Yes Master."

"You can visit his father next time, Lucius' hair should be two feet long by now."

The lizard dragon covered its chest with its small paws as if it had been hit hard, suspicious liquid flowed from the corner of its wide-open mouth, and its golden pupils like glass beads shot out terrifying light like searchlights.

At the same time, Draco, who was using the hair growth potion in the cellar, and Lucius from the Malfoy Manor felt a chill down their backs at the same time.

"What's the matter, Lucius?"

"Oh dear Sissy, I don't know why, but I suddenly want to wear a hat..."

"Lucius, it's midnight."

Well, let's go back to the cellar.

The Platinum Dragon, who had regrown his hair, learned from the stuttering Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Quirrell regardless of his image—wrapped his entire head of hair with a handkerchief, leaving only his face outside, and looked around repeatedly furtively. His dark-faced godfather—although he refused Draco to call him that in school, well, he just threw it out.

At two o'clock in the morning, Snape had already fallen asleep, a warm body slipping under his covers.

Wan Mo hugged his slender waist from behind, buried his face on the side of his neck, against the slightly cold skin, and took in his breath deeply.

Even though the weather was getting warmer, the nights in the cellar were still relatively cold, and Snape's limbs were not as warm as they should be.

"You asked Ferriges to play tricks on Draco?" A low and silky voice sounded beside his ears.

"……you know?"

Snape turned to meet his gaze.

"Except for you, I can't think of anyone else who can make a lizard that has been honest for so long stretch out its claws to Draco. Although it coveted it before, it has never done that." Snape stared innocently. Mr. Moores.

"Severus, it's not my fault, it's Ferigus who has been tempted by seeing shiny things dangling around his eyes every day." The slender arms slowly encircled him.

Mr. Snape glared at him, took a breath, then closed his eyes and stopped talking, silently enjoying the heat radiating from Moore's body.

He has to get up early tomorrow morning.

I have to say that habits are really a terrible thing.In the past, Snape would never have believed that he could fall asleep while being constantly harassed, although his movements were damn soft.

For this reason, Snape had to accept that he woke up naked the next morning, and almost "fired" with Myers, who had been trying to tease him constantly.

But in the end, it was still Mr. Moores who licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his bright red tongue, watching him buckle the dense silver buttons one by one all the way to the hickey on the Adam's apple.

Of course, the reason for the interruption this time was because the head of Slytherin was going to the headmaster to report the little wizard's midnight excursion last night, and convey the punishment of the godson headmaster, not because none of them were willing to do the following.

Then, as we all know, a few young wizards who dared to break the school rules were punished by labor service patrolling in the Forbidden Forest with the half-giant Hagrid at eleven o'clock in the evening.

Wan Mo brought sea urchins and popcorn (he really likes this, not because it's delicious, but because it's suitable for watching a show) and stayed in the Forbidden Forest in advance to hide his breath.

Next, in the dark night, in the depths of the tangled tree roots, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy met Voldemort who was attached to Quirrell and sucked the silver-blue blood of the unicorn .

The corpse of the unicorn, the way Voldemort slithered and crawled in the shadows, and the silver-blue blood on the chin frightened the two young wizards.

Draco screamed, turned his head and ran - when faced with unknown dangers, if there is no special, Slytherin will definitely choose to save himself first.

Porter?What did Potter have to do with him?Slytherins never do the stupid thing of being a hero in a dangerous place.

Hagrid, a big dog with airs, also whimpered and ran away with Draco.

Little Potter was too scared to move, especially when the shadow slid towards him.To make matters worse, the scar on his head was burning like a searing iron.He staggered and stepped back with blurred vision, trying to avoid the terrible shadow, but tripped over the tangled roots on the ground.

"Hey, that, it's delicious, I want it." A small voice came out from somewhere in the darkness.

"Hush——" Wanmo poured all the remaining popcorn into Fluffy's mouth, although it was Voldemort that he wanted to eat.

The sea urchin toddler shakes the pink, tender and translucent soft tentacles aggrievedly.

The centaur Firenze appeared, pawing furiously with his hooves, trampling and driving away the weak Voldemort.Picking up little Harry, he and his fellow centaurs who arrived later had a heated debate on the topics of stars, trajectories and fate, and then walked out of the dark jungle.

Wan Mo emerged from the darkness.

The darkness in the ink-colored eyes was thicker than the night, as if no light could penetrate them.

He blinked, and the terrible darkness and coldness in his eyes disappeared.

Well, it's still early, it's not even 1 o'clock, and I can still go back to the cellar and get into the head Slytherin's quilt.

If Severus just fell asleep, then he can still try to continue what was terminated this morning - no, at this time, he must still be cleaning and bathing - maybe... Wanmo can still look forward to a wet , A lingering shared bath?