The day to become the final boss

When Snape packed himself up and went from the fireplace to the drawing room of the Malfoy Manor, the Malfoy couple had been waiting there for a long time.

"Lucius, I hope that your impolite screams in my fireplace in the middle of the night are not for some frivolous thing." Snape gave the platinum noble a blank look.

Although Merlin only knew how grateful he was for Lucius' interruption.

"Of course, my friend, I'm very sorry for disturbing your rest in the middle of the night, but I think you should go and see Draco first." The trademark aristocratic smirk on Lucius' face was a bit difficult. Sustaining, Narcissa's eyes were filled with uneasiness and anxiety.

"What's wrong with Draco?" Snape then followed the Malfoys to the side hall.

Draco Malfoy was placed on the dark green velvet and silver silk sofa. He was lying flat, his breathing was weak and his eyes were closed. On his delicate and pale face, there was an abnormal blackness between the brows.

"The Dark Lord left something with me back then," Lucius said after thinking for a while, "I feel that it is an item with traces of black magic, and it was once placed in a dark compartment in the study."

Snape, who was bending over to check on his godson, glanced at him, "If I'm not blind, the cause of Draco's coma is poisoning, not some dark magic."

"Actually - you're always right, Severus. Draco was poisoned because of my anti-theft measures - I dissolved the poison you gave me in fifth year in the box that held that thing. "Lucius held Narcissa's cold sweating hand. "My friend, you are an expert in this matter."

Snape put pressure on the center of Draco's eyebrows with his fingers, and after being pressed, the black air between his eyebrows turned blue-purple.He straightened up, took out a potion cabinet that had been reduced to the size of a matchbox from his pocket, and enlarged it.

The potion master quickly dug out four bottles of potion, asked Lucius for a cup, and took 1/5 of the first bottle of liquid potion, half of the second bottle, 3/4 of the third bottle and the last A drop from a bottle goes into a glass.The four potions of different colors are clearly separated in the cup and do not invade each other.

Snape muttered a spell in a low voice, and tapped the rim of the cup with his wand, and the four potions in it immediately fused, swirled, and boiled in the cup, emitting light gray-purple smoke.

When the smoke dissipated, the potion in the cup had turned into a mud-like color.Snape squeezed Mr. Malfoy's jaw open without mercy, and gulped it down rudely.

Two seconds later, poor Draco sat up abruptly, coughing continuously with his throat stuck, but every time he coughed, a little black smoke would come out of his mouth, and the black air between his brows would fade a little.

"You should be glad you didn't send him to St. Mungo's." Snape sneered at the platinum nobleman.

Lucius immediately understood that this kind of poison might only be solved by his friends—maybe he created the poison himself.

Narcissa patted Draco on the back to comfort him, then expressed her sincere thanks to Snape, and asked if there were any aftereffects and contraindications of this poison.

"Coax!" The flames in the fireplace surged, and a tall, black figure walked out of it.

Wan Mo turned his head and saw that Snape didn't take off his coat, but took something and walked out. "Severus—"

Snape turned to look at Mr. Moores.

"It's already two o'clock in the morning, where are you going?"

"I have to go to the headmaster's office to disturb the dream of the great white wizard." Snape twisted a smirk and closed the door.

Wan Mo stared at the closed door and touched his chin.For no reason, he suddenly felt that his lines during this period were like a resentful woman who was neglected by her husband who was busy with work.

Although he has nothing to do with such a wonderful creature as a resentful woman.

An hour later, Snape returned.But he didn't even look at Wanmo, he just shook his imposing black robe, sprinkled a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace, pronounced clearly: "Malfoy Manor—" and then dived in.

Wan Mo "..." There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Ferrigues".He called softly.

The little lizard with golden vertical pupils immediately appeared in front of his eyes.

"Oh, my great master, at your beck and call, what do you need Ferigus to do?" The lizard's glass-beaded eyes glistened—since the last time I collected the soft platinum-colored color of that wizard cub After the hair, it's been waiting for something.

"Hey." The purple sea urchin stuck its head out from the side. (This guy has no brain, right?)

"Due to the dangers of what you've described - Lucius, Dumbledore would like you to hand it over to the greatest White Wizard of the century."

The platinum noble has returned to his typical aristocratic demeanor. It seems that it was someone else who was anxious and worried that his son would lose his temper not long ago.With an elegant smirk, his chin raised to an angle that makes people feel arrogant, he dragged his cadenced aria, "I'm worrying about how to deal with it--if Principal Dumbledore can moderately share my worries, that's really It's such an honor."

Lucius also felt troubled about that thing—the diary with black magic.That thing was one of the items that Voldemort rewarded him back then.

——Voldemort is not dead yet, he has already learned this from his friends, and from time to time there are Death Eaters who escaped trial by his side to test and watch.

The diary cannot be lost or destroyed, but placing it in the Malfoy Manor is always a hidden danger that can erupt at any time - for example, this time, it lured the unsuspecting Draco.

Draco who woke up was terrified of what would happen afterwards, and he confessed to his parents how he had been seduced. In fact, he didn't understand why he wanted to touch that old book so much.

"Severus, did Mr. Headmaster mention—about how this Dark Lord's reward should disappear from Malfoy Manor?" box on the table.

"...Lucius, did you take Draco to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies for the new term?" Snape paused briefly, his eyes resting on the box for a moment.

"Oh, Draco's vacation was so enjoyable, I want him to enjoy more fun besides studying - but, I think it should be enough, maybe tomorrow will be fine weather, Draco will be willing to come Add something to Diagon Alley."

"I thought nobles advocated elite education?" Snape sneered mercilessly.He curled his lips and continued, "Dumbledore mentioned to me that your old enemy——Arthur Weasley will take his little ghosts to Diagon Alley for a big purchase tomorrow."

Lucius stroked his snake-headed wand, calculating a certain possibility in his gray-blue eyes, "Of course, evil, domineering Malfoy, a Death Eater who hates the Order of the Phoenix's loyalty to the Dark Lord, if Wasn't it so unacceptable to have some unpleasant frictions, disputes with the pure-blood traitors who defected to the Order of the Phoenix at that time, and some vicious, obscure dark magic items thrown at him in vengeance?"

Snape raised his eyebrows and smirked, "At least Dumbledore thinks so."

The fire was lit again, and Snape returned to his room - but he still had his robes on.

"I think Dumbledore paid you overtime wages?" Wan Mo, who was lying on the bed and reading the Muggle novel in his hand for the second time, stared at Snape who planned to go out again.

Snape paused for a moment, then turned around and showed him a somewhat ferocious distorted smile, "No, he's only ever trying to replace my hard work with those damned pastries and candies!"

"Boom!" The door closed.

Wan Mo "..."

"...Fluffy!" =_=#

"Hey~" The young sea urchin swims over leisurely, its soft tentacles are pink and tender.

It was already after 4 o'clock in the morning when Snape actually returned to the cellar to rest.

Wan Mo hugged the sleeping Snape, gently stroking his light blue and black eye sockets with his fingertips, depicting his tall nose and cheeks with a dull complexion, listening to the sound of deep breathing.Then he felt a pang of discomfort.

The Grim Reaper was angry, and the consequences were dire.

So when the next morning, there was an earth-shattering scream from Malfoy Manor - "Oh! Merlin! Lucius - your hair!"

"What—? Merlin! Where's my hair??"

"Dad—I suddenly became bald!!? Dad, where is your hair!??? Oh, it's terrible, Dad, your bald head is reflecting light!"

"Draco! What's that look on your face? You're so un-noble! What about your etiquette?"

"Honey, you can't blame Xiaolong, this is not the time to talk about it-oh! This is a disaster! Is this a curse?"

"Damn! Sissy - I'm not scolding you, honey, give me a hat, a hat!"

"Mom, I still have the hair growth potion my godfather gave me last time in my room—!"

In the garden of Malfoy's house not far away, several great white peacocks huddled together tremblingly with their heads buried.A lizard with a terribly grinning grin is petting obscenely, proudly smoothing out a large amount of dazzling platinum peacock feathers with its paws, "quack quack ~~~~~ two more picks will make a soft and beautiful platinum gold Small nest~~~"

On the other side, Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, who was still wearing colorful bubble pajamas, was also wailing at the mess in the room after being patronized by some wonderful creature, "Oh~ Merlin, which naughty ghost put the I have eaten all my sweets?? My chocolate balls, sizzling bee candies, buttery peanut candies, jelly slugs, bonbons, ice mice, Fudge flies~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~"

Fluffy's sea urchin ball blinked, indicating that it hadn't eaten enough yet.

The warm sunlight fell, and the golden light coated the ground with a beautiful color. He spread and climbed, leaving most of Hogwarts with its light and heat—of course, this did not Cellar not included.

The potions professor in the cellar was still in the embrace of Death, exhaling slowly and evenly under the magic power of tranquility, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up—it seemed that he had a good dream.

The Grim Reaper surrounded him with not-so-strong arms, and dropped a feather-like kiss on his forehead.