The day to become the final boss

Mr. Snape inexplicably slept until the sun was high that day.

So he couldn't go to Diagon Alley that day, and he didn't know until afterward that his old friend found him begging for potions to treat the moldy eye sockets. In order to send the diary notebook, Lucius asked Draco to deliberately The price to be paid for provoking little Weasley is not small, so that the performance can be realistically hidden from the eyes of some interested people.

The scene is said to have been so violent that two adult wizards gave up their wands and wrestled together like Muggles, knocking over a bookshelf.The corner of Mr. Weasley's mouth was chipped, and the only good piece of clothing he had was ripped apart.Unfortunately, Lucius was hit in one eye by the "Encyclopedia of Toadstools" that fell from the bookshelf. His platinum-blond hair was disheveled as if blown by a strong wind, and his image was completely ruined.In the end, they were separated one by one by the half-giant Hagrid like chickens.

But he managed to get the diary into the Weasleys' youngest daughter's cauldron of second-hand books, and that dark magic item would eventually be handed over by Mr. Weasley to Dumbledore, the leader of the Order of the Phoenix.

This plan was indeed hidden enough, and the two wizards also performed a wonderful performance very cooperatively at that time, but the plan could not keep up with the change-the diary disappeared at the Weasley's house, on the first day of school.

Despite Mr. Weasley's anxiety, it just disappeared.

Not only that, but something else went wrong on the first day of term - about Harry, the savior.

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, did not take the Hogwarts Express back to school with other students, and Snape was in a terrible mood when he heard the report from Hagrid who was responsible for welcoming the students .Snape worried that the disappearance of the notebook was related to Ron, so he had to go around to find out why the two little ghosts disappeared.

But he searched all the places where they might be left behind, but he couldn't find the two little monsters.Helpless, Snape had to go back to Hogwarts and ask Dumbledore for help.On the way, he received a summons from the headmaster, saying that the Ford Anglia of the Weasley family was seen flying in the sky by Muggles and published in the Evening Prophet.

Snape, with blue veins appearing faintly on his forehead, had just arrived at the entrance of the auditorium, when he saw two stupid lions with a somewhat embarrassed appearance sneaking up to a bright window, and the kid from the Weasley family was still muttering, "Hey, Harry Look, the sorting has already begun—it's not Ginny's turn yet."

The two little trolls walked in without anyone else, and Professor Snape blew annoyedly from behind.

damn it!Potters are nasty troublemakers!

Snape followed into the auditorium.

The two cubs tilted their heads and looked around, while making themselves look inconspicuously close to the Gryffindor table.The kid in the Weasley family suddenly noticed that there was one person missing from the professor's chair, and he poked the partner next to him—"Harry, I said Harry, why is Snape missing?"

Little Potter raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his black hair was messed up like a chicken coop.He looked at the professor's seat, and the dark, gloomy potions professor with a long face was indeed not in the seat. "have no idea……"

"Maybe, he's sick, or has an accident or something?" the Weasley's freckled face hoped.

"Maybe he's gone?" Little Potter's eyes lit up. "I heard that he applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts every year, but he failed again this year—you know, Lockhart taught that class this year... Sne Pu must be mad!"

"Maybe he's been fired!" The red-haired little lion's eyes lit up, and he imagined a pleasant possibility, "Snape is so annoying, so eccentric and mean, Principal Dumbledore must Fire him!"

"Maybe..." Little Potter thought of something more pleasant, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Maybe—" A deep and mellow voice elongated and rang coldly in their ears, and the tall figure dangerously swallowed the light behind them. "He's waiting for you two to explain why he didn't come by the school bus—"

The two cubs turned their heads in horror, and saw the Potions Professor, whose expression was as black as his robe, standing behind them, horrified.A gust of cool wind blew from Snape's back, puffing up the corners of his pitch-black robe, and his gloomy and cold eyes, like a devil who could twist the necks of little devils at any time.

Professor Snape smirked maliciously enough to make the two lion cubs wince. "follow me."

Seeing the tall black-robed professor leaving the auditorium with two dejected lion cubs, Wan Mo turned his gaze to the professor's seat.

To be precise - on the professor's chair, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts this year, Gilderoy Lockhart.

Mr. Lockhart has completely lost the light brown hair and freckles of his school days. His charming deep eyes are sky blue, and his wavy hair reflects the golden halo of wheat ears.

As if sensing Wan Mo's gaze, the handsome wizard turned his head and grinned at the Slytherin table, while the little witches made small gasps and vague commotions.

Wan Mo looked away, and slowly stuffed a piece of ham into his mouth.

After the opening dinner, the freshmen were brought back to the dormitory by the male and female prefects of each college as usual, and the old students were free, as long as they went back before the curfew.

After all the young wizards who were traveling with him were gone, Wan Mo walked to the atrium alone under the moonlight.The moonlight covered the ground softly like water, and in the quiet darkness, a figure emerged from the darkness.

The golden hair looked much duller under the pale silver moonlight.

He bowed deeply to the little wizard in front of him, with a charming and magnetic voice. "It's an honor to meet you here, Master of God's Domain."

Wan Mo glanced at him lightly, "I think you should tell me why you came here?"

After a brief pause, he added, "Show your real body."

"Yes, master." Lockhart—perhaps the monster that should be called a fake Lockhart, closed his eyes slightly.The next moment, a tall and slender figure separated from the wizard, and Mr. Lockhart's golden hair turned into an ordinary light brown, and he fell to the ground.

This monster has long golden wavy hair, an extremely handsome appearance, and charming eyes as blue as the washed sky.

He stood there quietly, his long golden hair reflecting the faint moonlight, like fragments of the moon.

"Who's there—" At this moment, a deep, silky voice came—it was Snape.

Wan Mo raised his chin towards the monster, and the handsome monster got back into Lockhart's body.In the blink of an eye, Gilderoy Lockhart was handsome again.

Snape's face was dark, probably in the cellar office just now because Headmaster Dumbledore tolerated the two reckless lion cubs - he thought he could deduct at least 50 points from Gryffindor as soon as school started - Everyone, plus two weeks of labor service!

"Mers?" Snape looked a little surprised when he saw the two people in front of him clearly, "Mr. Lockhart?——What are you doing sneakily here?" He pulled his face long.

"Oh, Severus, this Mr. Moores of Slytherin once read my biography, he admired his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor very much, yearned for my thrilling and legendary deeds, thought Ask me for my autograph in private—”

Wanmo "..." -.-

Snape glanced suspiciously at the two of them, and then stared sharply at Lockhart, who was flashing two rows of white and well-aligned teeth, "Mr. Lockhart, who allowed you to call me by my Christian name without authorization? "

"Severus, don't you think it would make our colleagues more cordial if we call it that, of course, I— Gilderoy Lockhart," he puffed out his chest and tossed his hair, "five times"Wizard Weekly "The winner of the Most Charming Smile Award, the third class Medal of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, a leader in the contemporary wizarding world, and you are allowed to call me Lockhart - outstanding people should be closer, no? Is it? I heard that you are the only master of potions in the British wizarding world." Lockhart talked endlessly, flashing Snape with an eight-toothed smile from time to time.

Snape's face was tense, expressionless, but his eyes were sharper.

"...Well, Professor Snape, I think I should go and tidy up my future office first." Lockhart smiled mischievously, and then walked away with feigned graceful steps.

Snape looked at Wan Mo with contempt.

"...what are you trying to say, Severus?"

"Is Mr. Moores brain clogged to be willing to stay with such an idiot?" Snape snorted disdainfully.

"You don't really think - I'm asking our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for an autograph?"

"I thought Mr. Moers heard me."

Uh... Wan Mo looked at Snape's dark face, what did Severus just say? —Is Mr. Moores brain clogged, and he is willing to stay with such an idiot?

Wan Mo chewed this sentence twice.

Then he leaned over to the Potions Professor, and grabbed his jet-black robes as tall as a 12-year-old wizard. "Severus - are you… jealous?"

"Jealous? What's that?" Snape frowned. Westerners didn't say that.

"Okay, are you jealous?" Wan Mo changed his words and moved his body closer.

The Potions Professor's body froze for a moment, and he roughly broke away from the robe held by Wan Mo, "Damn it, is your brain broken? What made you have this self-righteous hallucination." Si Nepe's voice was still calm, but the end of his words was subtly raised, and he strode away.

"Oh, my dear, I thought you felt sad because of jealousy——Dear Severus." Wan Mo followed up relentlessly, and once again grabbed his robe that was rolled because of his rapid walking, and very Nasty shout.

Snape shuddered.

"Stop your disgusting address, Moores, I think your unrealistic delusions can come to an end!" The Potions Professor finally couldn't help but growled in a low voice. Watching the miniature version of Mers, just like the little animals that usually scare Hogwarts.

It's a pity that Mr. Moores, who pretends to be tender, is not a pitiful little animal, but an old monster that has existed for thousands of years. The death light of the cellar snake king is destined to be impenetrable even to the outer defense of his face.

"Honey--"

The sweet and greasy voice made Snape take two steps back, but Wan Mo immediately stuck to him. "You didn't refute me when you were in bed last time."

"Damn it! When did it happen, how come I don't know?" Snape's ears turned pink, and he looked around. If Moers' words were heard by passersby——

"It was last time!"

"Which time?!"

"The time your desire exploded in my mouth, I called 'honey' twice and you didn't refute it."

"Damn it, I wanted to pull it out, but you swallowed it back yourself—Merlin, what am I talking about?" Professor Snape covered his face with his hands in frustration.

The hell they were discussing such a thing in the Hogwarts stairwell leading to the cellar?

"I thought you liked it?" Wan Mo pressed against his chest and abdomen, pulled his hand covering his face, and gently sucked at the root of his middle finger.

Snape gasped for breath.

He retracted his hand like lightning, threw off his robe, and rushed forward aggressively.

"Oh, Severus, mind the only time you don't contradict my calling you intimate, I think we should do it a few more times—"

"Damn Mers! Call it what you like!!"