The day to become the final boss

Not long after the incident in the Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts first-year students had their first exams.

During that time, Professor Snape's temper quickly turned sour, and the various test-taking skills of the little trolls reminded him again, as in previous years, how much his education in the past year had failed.

Next, the Savior and his hardcore friends make their way through the trapdoor.Harry Potter burned Quirrell, who was plotting the Sorcerer's Stone, with his skin full of maternal love, and the first grade ended.

When Wanmo was attending the banquet in the auditorium, he heard Principal Dumbledore first announce that Slytherin's house had the highest score of the year, and then gave Gryffindor a large amount of points for the adventure of the savior and his friends. The last-ranked Lion Academy was pulled to the same level as the original No. 7 Snake Academy. In the end, it reluctantly gave Neville Longbottom an extra point, abruptly pushing the last-to-last place to the championship position, and erasing Slytherin. The Academy Cup won for the [-]th year in a row.

Amidst Gryffindor's surprise burst of cheers, jumps and complacency, the little snakes had cold faces and eyes full of anger.

The rough-headed Professor McGonagall happily extended her hand to Snape to express her pride and excitement, and the poor head of Slytherin had to twist her smirk and give her a courtesy handshake.

Snape, who had finally got rid of Lily's son for a while, went back to the cellar and found Mr. Moores drinking tea in his office.

"Severus, are you going back to Prince Manor for the summer vacation?" Wan Mo asked.

"Hmm." Snape replied, and then he suddenly thought of something, turned around and stared at Wan Mo with a smirk, his deep and rich voice was like a cello with beautiful timbre. "What does that have to do with Mr. Moores?"

Wan Mo smiled back at him.

"I assume...Mr. Moores should return to his territory?" Snape tilted his head, doubts flashed in his eyes. "Or you...have no sense of territory?" Snape originally wanted to refer to you monsters, but realized that Moores was not, so he had to omit the middle address.

No matter what kind of creature it is, it has its own territory. Snape also heard from Ferrigs that monsters also have domain awareness, but Wanmo has never seen him back at Hogwarts for so long—Snape used to think that He would return to the world other than humans on certain nights, but this year he would be groping into his dormitory at night for almost the entire school year.Snape felt that Mers had never left the human world.

"No, I'm different, even if I don't go back, there's no problem—except... I should go back once next school year." Of course, it's returning to God's Domain to nourish his fragile, important shell. "I want to go back to Prince with you during the summer vacation." Wan Mo smiled happily.

"I think Mr. Moores should know that entering someone else's territory requires the owner's consent?" Snape took him for granted, with the expression of 'I should go back to your house', and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

"Oh, Severus, do we still need to see outside?"

"Damn it, I don't think we have any relationship right now that would give you a reason to live in my house!"

"Honey, you're reminding me that I should go to the Marriage Registry of the Ministry of Magic to register immediately." Wan Mo raised his eyebrows, his black eyes full of mockery.

"Stop your disgusting address! Aha, what made Mr. Moores think that I would definitely be willing to establish that kind of mutual blood, strong relationship with you? Or is it that the honorable Mr. Moores is going to change his surname to Snee Poo?" Snape folded his arms and leaned against the bookcase, his chin raised and his eyes contemptuous, his smirk widening to reveal his teeth.

"If you want me to change my surname to Snape, you can," Wan Mo smiled innocently, "Anyway, you have to rely on your strength in bed."

"It seems that you are very confident about this?" Snape curled his lips in disdain.

Wan Mo put down the teacup in his hand, and disappeared from his seat in the next second, but at the same time, there was an extra figure clinging to him beside the Potions Professor. "You can try."

Snape pursed his lips into a white line. He looked maliciously up and down Wan Mo's body, which was close at hand, and sneered, "Mr. Moores, your 11-year-old body hasn't developed yet."

Wan Mo rolled his eyes, the age of his body instantly increased to adulthood with this action, he pressed his hands on the edge of the bookcase on both sides of the Potions Master's body, so that he could stick himself closer, his black eyes fell on the light-colored On the thin lips, "Severus - if you want, I will satisfy you at all ages."

Snape was forced to lean back, and the skin that was sprayed by Moores quickly became hot, "Moles, is there a limit to your shamelessness? Well——" Snape's words were struck by the opponent's actions broken.

"Oh, do I have something like a lower limit?" Mr. Moores pressed his waist and belly against his cheeks shamelessly, rubbed and squeezed each other slowly, and bit Snape's lower lip lightly.

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

Snape pushed him away immediately and asked, "Who?"

Wan Mo who was pushed away: "...".

"Professor Snape, I'm Filch, the potion ingredients you ordered in Diagon Alley have been delivered—"

Snape went straight to open the door.

Wan Mo took his place, leaning against the bookcase, staring at his dark back, his eyes flickering.

The summer vacation passed quickly, and Wanmo helped Snape make some changes to some of the manor's defenses announced to the dark organization when he was a Death Eater. Since then, Prince Manor has truly been 'invisible' in the wizarding world.

To Wanmo's satisfaction, Rex was very knowledgeable, and even cared about his and his grandson's affairs eagerly. Throughout the summer vacation, he wished for some substantial progress between them-this made Wanmo feel at ease, even if Rex was just portrait.

But Mr. Snape was extremely awkward. Even if Wan Mo suggested that Ferrigas would take Fluffy away to play, he was still unwilling to take that last step when no one disturbed him.

Sometimes Wan Mo admires himself very much, how could he bear it until today without being so beastly and directly overwhelm this awkward man to the ground XXOO.

In the first ten days of school, Snape returned to Hogwarts.Being a professor is much more involved than when he was a student. He must order enough potion materials for teaching before the start of the term, as well as prepare lessons, and the professors will talk about the school year before the start of the term.

Snape was very busy. Apart from these, he also had to be busy brewing some commonly used healing potions to supplement the school's medical wing.

Snape was very busy, he had been busy for a week, and he didn't even give Wan Mo a kiss.

This caused Mr. Moores to finally snap a nerve.

When Snape returned to the cellar that day, it was already 10:00 in the evening, and it didn't feel good to be invited by Dumbledore to have afternoon tea for a few hours. Snape rubbed his brows wearily and walked into the bathroom.

Wan Mo was reading Muggle novels on the sofa he made out, and he asked lightly, "What about the Order of the Phoenix? Why did Dumbledore ask you to go there again? Is there no one else in his Phoenix?"

Snape paused, turned around and gave him a twisted smile, "I suggest you ask him."

Then, with a bang, the bathroom door closed.

After a while, there was the sound of spraying water from the bathroom.

Wan Mo turned his head and stared at the door for a long time.Until Snape came out in his loose bathrobe.

He washed the protective agent on his hair, and his usually greasy black hair was combed behind his ears with his fingers, dripping water droplets, and the crystal drops flowed down his neck, reflecting his pale skin. The dark blue nightgown made the color of the material even darker.

Snape poured himself a glass of red wine, the steam in the bathroom made his throat a little thirsty, and he was happy to let the rich, sweet and lingering rose-coloured liquid slide down his throat.The pure taste of the red wine gave Snape a look of enjoyment.

"I didn't know you liked red wine."

"uh-huh?"

"There are many kinds of wine in your cabinet, but you hardly touch them." Wan Mo stared at his thin lips stained magnificently by the red wine for two seconds, then turned his gaze to the beautiful halo in his hand There is half a glass of wine left.

"Most of those came from Lucius - my father was a drunken old bastard, so I don't usually touch them myself." Snape raised an eyebrow.

"It looks good—can you give me some?" Wan Mo walked up to him, lowered his head, and sniffed the aroma of the wine in the goblet in his hand.

"...Of course." Snape turned and took out a cup again.

Wan Mo held his hand, "I want your cup."

Snape looked him over, but Mr. Moores looked as usual.

Snape suspiciously let go of the glass in his hand, and saw him raise his glass and take a big gulp with his head raised.

The potions master scoffed at Mr. Moores's peony-chewing wine-tasting method, and he didn't intend to drink any more. Snape walked to the bedroom, wiped his hair with a towel briefly, and then climbed into bed, wanting to have an early drink. rest.

But there was a sudden weight on his body, and Moores pressed up.

"Damn it, what's the matter with you—" Snape's cursing ended in the other's closed mouth, and his slender and strong fingers clasped his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth, and took a warm mouthful poured red wine down his throat.Snape almost choked, he gulped down the red wine mixed with Morse's saliva, and tried to push him away, but he had to deal with Morse's tongue following him first.

Licking, sucking, and squeezing forcefully, the force was so heavy that it almost broke his mouth, the hand pinching Snape's chin was placed behind his head at some point, and his fingertips ran through the wet black hair, And the other nimble hand sneaked into his nightgown cunningly, stroking back and forth on his waist.

Snape felt as if he was about to be suffocated by the tongue stuck in his throat, and he fought hard not to die for such a ridiculous reason.

Wan Mo noticed his struggle, paused the aggression, and let the blue-faced Mr. Snape catch his breath.