The day to become the final boss

Wan Mo has existed for too long. He was originally just a person. Even the most withdrawn person needs someone to give him emotional support. It can be a friend, relative or lover.As long as he is an intelligent being, no one can bear such a long period of loneliness, because of the extremely huge magic power of the god of death, the only one who can stay by his side is his creation, the death messenger.

He stood in the lively crowd and watched the traffic and people coming and going. His identity and his magic power determined that he was always an outsider. Black hair, yellow skin, and only indifference in his eyes.

The eyes are all strangers.

All are strangers.

He thought that cultivators who specialize in soul cultivation would be stronger. He was once curious about the mysteries of oriental cultivation and sealed the magic power into a group of demon cultivators for a year. As a result, the seal broke in an accident, and all the cultivators around him were suppressed by him for a year. Squeeze your body alive.

Wan Mo turned around and returned to the realm of death. There are still 300 years before the main story "Harry Potter" in this world begins. He needs to create a body that can hold his soul and suppress his magic power for a hundred years. It will take 300 years .

In 1970, the United Kingdom.

The same dirty people live in the gray sky, the dirty river, and the dirty alleys.

This is the end of Spider Alley, and there are dilapidated houses on both sides of the alley, where the poor, gamblers, drunkards, thieves, cheap prostitutes, and a few wandering criminals live and work.

Even if they are lowly and despised by most people, they can always find someone less popular than them to despise.

For example, another thin child who is currently surrounded by several older children aged eleven or twelve.

Half-length black hair that was greasy to death, always wearing a maternity-like blouse remade from his mother's old shirts, a freak who was so gloomy at a young age that people couldn't like it-Severus Snape.

The older kids laughed at him "Oh my God, look at him dirty!" "His skin has changed color again, that old drunkard Snape must be using him as a punching bag again!" They even stretched out their legs and kicked him a few feet.

Little Snape flinched back, his back pressed firmly against the wall, biting his lower lip in silence.

"Oh, look, what kind of eyes he has, he must want to bite me!" "Haha, Hans, he must try to be hit on the head by a beer bottle, just like his mother!" They laughed loudly While greeting Snape's thin body sporadically with his fists. "Oh-oh-oh-oh, everyone kicks the little monster! Everyone hits the little monster." "You're a little monster! Your mother is a big monster!"

"My mother is not!" The skinny child who had been being beaten and biting his lower lip suddenly jumped up, grabbed one of the older children by the neck, threw him to the ground, and roared like a wounded beast from his throat , the small face is full of resentment.

The children screamed and made a mess. "Oh! God, pull him away!" "Hans is going to roll his eyes!" "Kick him! Hit him on the head!—"

"Boom!" There was a loud noise from the end of Spider Alley.

No one knew what happened. Several children fell to the ground. The walls on both sides collapsed and smashed them bloody. They didn't know whether they were dead or alive. The little monster of the Snape family fell in the middle and curled up into a ball. Painful convulsions.

"Magic Riot?" A young figure suddenly appeared there. He was wearing a decent suit and high-quality leather shoes, and he looked very leisurely.

Such a person should not appear at the end of Spider Alley, he should drink coffee in some high-end coffee shop.

He glanced at the twitching skinny child on the ground.

This kid is going to die.

It was a wizard's cub, all bruised and bruised, with a broken rib.The cubs of wizards may have magic riots when they are young because of their weak control over their own magic power. This is a serious burden on the body and spirit of the little wizards. Without an adult wizard to watch over, there is only one dead end.

"Mom..." The thin body twitched slightly, and she was already a little confused.

A ghostly figure appeared next to the thin body at some point. He was wearing a pitch-black cloak, his face was completely hidden in the darkness of the cloak, and he was holding a huge sickle in his bone-shaped hand, the blade of which had been raised.

The young man stroked his chin and narrowed his dark eyes.

The breathing of the thin and small body became weak, and the cold and biting scythe slowly fell.

"Wait a minute." He suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if remembering something.

The sickle that had been attached to the child's neck was retracted, and the black shadow bowed to his master and disappeared into the air.

This strange young man is of course Wan Mo, Wan Mo who just came out with a newly created body to wander around.

He squatted in front of the child, look, who is this?Which wizard had such greasy black hair when he was young, was thin and small, had a protruding nose and thin lips, wore a worn-out smock that was as big as a maternity dress, and was covered in scars.

Severus Snape.

The future youngest Potions Master of this century, Occlumency Master, double agent proficient in the dark arts, Hogwarts' youngest Slytherin head, and even the Headmaster.The strongest man in the entire "Harry Potter" story except for a few old immortals. Of course, his tragedy is as famous as his talent and perseverance.

Maybe add a tongue-in-cheek and twisted personality? ==

Damn it, how could such an important character throughout the Harry Potter story die young?

Wan Mo looked at the traces of lifelessness emanating from his thin and small body with some depression.

In the distance, another big cloak with a huge sickle in its dark arms was attracted by death.

Wan Mo waved his hand, the messenger of death bowed to him, and then slid towards the other direction like a black cloud on the ground.

Don't play like this!Wan Mo caressed the child's forehead helplessly, and rushed back to the death scene floating around, an ancient imprint appeared on the child's forehead, and penetrated into his body bit by bit.

That is the mark belonging to the god of death, which means that from today onwards this life belongs to the god of death, and no one can cut off his life except the god of death.

Wan Mo withdrew his hand caressing his forehead, staring at the frowning of little Mr. Snape, his eyelids were about to wake up slightly.

At the moment of waking up, little Snape's eyebrows were furrowed tighter because of the pain and discomfort in his body, and his expression was momentarily dazed. When he found the stranger beside him, his dark eyes were immediately stained with defense and vigilance. After quickly looking around, he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Hello, I'm Moers, what's your name?" Wan Mo, who was wearing a shell that had shrunk to a ten-year-old age, squatted on the ground and greeted with a smile.

Little Mr. Snape was still staring at him without saying a word.

The wall collapsed, surrounded by a bunch of little kids who didn't know what to do. This strange little boy who appeared at the end of Spider Alley with a well-dressed and smiling face looked weird.

There were bursts of noise in the distance, it seems that what happened here has been noticed by the residents at the end of Spider Lane, little Snape struggled to get up, the severe pain washed over his thin body and made his face turn blue , he can't stay here, God knows what kind of "enthusiasm" those people will treat him when they see the mess around them.