The day to become the final boss

"Beep!" Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, and another Quidditch match began!

As usual, there was a lot of noise on the field.

Different from the usual competitions, beside the Potions Professor sat a gleaming platinum peacock—Lucius, the school manager, also came to the professor's seat to watch his son's first competition.

After greeting Lucius, Snape performed a "shut your ears and listen" to himself as always.Lucius shook his head, regretting that his friend still didn't understand the magic of Quidditch.

Lucius' mouth shape and expression made Snape sneer ironically at the platinum aristocrat, and then ignored him.Lucius, who likes Quidditch, also turned his attention to the arena. He also wanted to see his little dragon flying in the sky.

Snape turned his head - Mr. Moores was still sitting among the excited little snakes in the Slytherin table, calmly swallowing his popcorn.

After watching him silently for a moment, Snape turned his gaze to Harry Potter on the field.

Slytherin's Quidditch skills are generally better than Gryffindor's. In addition to the unscrupulous snakes, Lucius sponsored the batch of Nimbus 2001, which far exceeds the performance of the old-fashioned brooms. The Academy's scoring quickly opened up a considerable distance.

The auditorium was noisy, they waved small flags and danced.Even if there was a slight rain in the sky in November, it could not dampen the enthusiasm of the audience. —Compared to these, Mr. Snape was still very satisfied that he didn't see any stupid old bed sheets or anything like that this year.

Harry Potter was high in the air fuming over yet another Slytherin score, and Draco Malfoy was next to him sneering "Scarhead, Scarhead" while showing off his arrow-fast New broom.

Yes, Draco Malfoy joined the Quidditch team for the new semester, although his broomstick flying skills were not necessarily better than that of Potter.However, in the absence of a good Seeker in Slytherin for the time being, the seven valuable Nimbus 7s donated by the Malfoy family successfully persuaded Snape to agree to squeeze him into that position.

The Quidditch match was going on normally, but Snape still kept his eye on the shaggy lion cub without letting up.

At this moment, the Bludger who had been wandering around the field suddenly bumped into Porter.Little Potter hurriedly dodged, and the black ball grazed his earlobe like a cannonball and flew away.

Immediately one of the Weasley twins flew over with his bat and gave the Bludger a hard hit - hitting it on the Slytherin players.

But the Bludger turned a strange corner on the way of being knocked into the air, and then hit back at little Potter at lightning speed!

One of the Weasley twins...well, George nimbly knocked it away again, but it swooped back right away.George called out for his twin brother, and Fred leaned over.Harry Potter was caught between the twins, who kept blasting away the Bludgers that were madly attacking their Seeker.

"Sixty to zero - Slytherin leads, oh! Gryffindor's brooms are too bad, they are crushed by Nimbus 2001, it's not fair! Strongly ask the headmaster to approve the replacement of teaching aids!" Quiddie The strange commentator, the little lion Li Qiao Dan, roared angrily.

Of course Snape saw the anomaly in the arena, he stood up from his seat, stared at the crazy Bludger and cast a spell, trying to make it stop.

Damn it, Potter is a troublemaker!

Damn Quidditch!This time, we must convince Mag to suspend Potter! Ban!

The twins' unusual behavior caught the attention of the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, who leaned over, and the twins yelled at him while knocking the Bludger away, saying that the ball had been tampered with and asked to stop the game.

Just then, Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew and the first half was over.

The Bludger bounced around Potter a couple of times at last, and obediently stopped.

Snape sat down, staring at the assembled Gryffindor team on the field, hoping that Porter would be wise enough to quit the game for his own sake.

The Weasley twins appeared to have a brief argument with the Quidditch captain before the shaggy lion cub made some sort of decision.When Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded again, Little Potter firmly stepped on the broom and flew away from the Weasley twins.

hell!There were blue veins on Snape's forehead. Could it be that Potter shouldn't grow his brain! ! ? ?

The Potions Professor suppressed his anger and the urge to growl, and returned to staring at the Bludger that was flying towards Little Potter.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. In order to avoid being hit by the ball and his head was spun around in the air like crazy, he didn't even have time to be lucky to avoid several terrible impacts-of course, he would never know, it was Because the most annoying professor is trying to slow down the speed of the ball for him.

At this moment, Malfoy, who had been searching for the Snitch, flew not far away from him.Draco, who had no idea what he was wandering about, laughed loudly at Mr. Potter's rare performance art, the aerial ballet was really ingenious.

Harry turned his head and was about to retort, but suddenly froze on the spot - because he saw the Snitch hiding behind Draco's platinum head.

His pause made Snape on the professor's chair have the urge to swear, distracting himself at such a time is simply courting death!

Regardless of the ongoing game, Snape murmured an obscure and dark incantation - it was a kind of black magic that could blow the Bludger into powder from the inside.

Snape's powerful mental power was firmly locked on it, and he could feel that the control force exerted on the ball was struggling unwillingly, and the ball was being destroyed bit by bit from the inside.

Suddenly, a huge force hit, it knocked away Snape's magic power, let the restrained Bludger fly out like a shell, and hit the little Potter firmly on the shoulder!

Snape's expression went blank for a moment.

At the same time, Wan Mo, who was in the Slytherin stands with popcorn in his mouth, turned his head and looked at the professor's seat. There was a frightening coldness in his dark pupils.

Porter Jr. was still struggling on the broom, the injury making his movements much slower than before.Snape had to re-cast the spell at the ball, which continued to go mad, so that Potter could avoid a blow to the head on the bridge of his nose in time.

Something unexpected happened, and Harry Potter, who had dodged a blow, slammed into Draco Malfoy madly as if he had been stimulated. Master Platinum screamed and hurriedly avoided.Little Potter fell directly to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Amidst the screams and uproar of the audience, Mrs. Hooch, the flying course professor who served as the referee, successfully cast the air cushion spell just before he touched the ground.

Cushioned by the air cushion, Harry Potter fell awkwardly into the muddy water accumulated on the field due to the rain, but no bones were broken after all.

Under Snape's uninterrupted spell, the Weasley twins managed to subdue the Bludger, which was still keen to make up for Potter, and lock it in the box.

Mrs. Hooch immediately jumped off her broom to check Little Potter's injuries. She found that the child had passed out-the Snitch was still in his hand.

"Beep!" Mrs. Hooch immediately blew her whistle, raising an arm, "Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! - Game over!!"

Snape greeted the depressed Lucius, and left his seat, he had to go down to see the bloody, arrogant, self-inflated Harry Potter that almost made his head explode.

He accidentally bumped into Lockhart on the way, and Snape felt his body stiff as a stone, but when he looked up, he saw that Lockhart's face was as white as death, and there was a thin layer of ice on his face.

Of course, Mr. Lockhart wasn't dead yet, and he even gave Snape a twisted, eight-toothed grin with the corners of his mouth stiff.

Snape suppressed the doubts in his heart, but when he struggled to push through the noisy crowd and arrived at the venue, Lockhart, who was originally frozen, stood in front of little Potter one step ahead of him, rolled up his sleeves, and took out his In the resistance of the shaggy-haired little lion, the wand cast a "healing spell" on him.

Lockhart successfully turned the lion cub's injured arm into a boneless limb that can be bent at any angle like a rubber glove.

Amidst the screams of wizards big and small, Little Potter was rushed to the medical wing.

It was evening when Snape returned from the hospital wing.

When he crossed the large lawn and came to the atrium, he saw two people in the distance - Lockhart and Moores.

The two stood extremely close, and Lockhart's face was completely devoid of the usual disgusting affectation.The last rays of the evening sun cast a beautiful layer of gold on his body, and even the dazzling emerald green tights couldn't hide that elegance and charm.

Lockhart stared at Mers with almost pious eyes, he lowered his head, as if he wanted to get closer to Mers.

Moers' eyes were cold, but his face was gentle.

There was an indescribable sense of harmony between those two people. Just standing there, it was as if they had built an invisible wall, which could isolate them from everything around them.

Snape's pupils shrunk.

Wan Mo spotted him immediately, and turned his head to Snape with a soft smile.

The aura that seemed to isolate the world was broken.

"Professor Snape." Lockhart also turned his head, showing a bright smile with eight teeth to the dark potions professor.

Snape glanced at his shiny front teeth with complicated eyes.

"It seems that Professor Lockhart is very relaxed." Snape's mouth twisted into a smirk, his voice was low and silky. "Of course, if I were you, I would definitely go back and practice all the magic from the third grade of my student days onwards—in case some students will be sent to the medical wing with only wreckage due to crappy spells next time."

Lockhart's smile cracked a little.

He coughed, straightened his golden curly hair, straightened his chest and tightened his stomach, and showed a bright smile to Wan Mo and the poisonous professor. "Oh, Mr. Moores, Professor Snape, it suddenly occurred to me that I still have a hill of letters from admirers in my office. As a gentleman of status and status, I will not let every Heartbroken for a passionate admirer who is obsessed with me~~ I love them so much—"

Snape frowned, staring at him unkindly.

"Well, that's it, see you later."

Seeing Lockhart's figure going away, Wan Mo leaned over. "Then, shall we go to the hall for dinner?"

"of course."

That night, Snape stayed in the potions workshop until 1am.

He didn't really want to sleep at all, really.

After much struggle, Snape lay down on the bed.Wan Mo followed suit with his warm body temperature—it was already November, and the night in the cellar became cold again.

Feeling Moores' gentle lips slide over his neck, Snape tightened his arms around his slender waist, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep."