The day to become the final boss

"Severus, I know it's getting late, but I need you to come over."

Snape had been awakened by Headmaster Dumbledore's voice in the fireplace.He waved his wand in the air, and the light green words that appeared in the air showed that it was 1:40 in the morning.

He fell asleep in less than 10 minutes.

Snape threw off the warm blanket, quickly got dressed, picked up a robe and went outside.

Wan Mo, who was left behind, spread his limbs into a large font on the bed, and looked at the dark ceiling and took a breath.

Damn old bee!

The awkward Slytherin has been obsessed with some things he doesn't want to reveal these days, so that he has to calmly use soothing and hypnotic magic power every night to make Snape fall asleep. Let the old bee call it over.

Wan Mo closed his eyes, Snape was living too hard.Even now that he is with him, Wan Mo can hardly imagine how Severus Snape in the original story of "Harry Potter" came back to life.

In fact, as a non-human being who has existed for dozens of centuries, Wanmo has witnessed countless lives struggling in the torment of fate just like Snape.Some of them endured much more hardships than Snape—but Wan Mo was always a bystander, he watched them indifferently, letting those heartbreaking or dull or silent wails gently pass by his ears slide over.

He sat on the ancient and cold god's throne, looking down at these tiny souls indifferently. The sad reincarnation of countless lives could not leave a ripple in the black eyes of the god of death, which seemed to be the purest dark crystallization.

He will let those who should not die continue to live when they are begging for death, and then cruelly deprive them of life when they are greedy for the last trace of warmth, and melt into the quiet darkness.

Because he is death.

Because... none of those beings were Severus Snape.

Wan Mo suddenly felt a little scared. Originally, he just wanted to try to have someone he was willing to get close to be by his side for a hundred years. However, he now realized that this person who should have been passing by for a long time was already among the few left in him, belonging to him. Human emotions are rooted in tangled roots that cannot be pulled up.

Snape is just a human being, if one day his end comes, how can he bear to let his soul flow into the reincarnation of the law, and continue to be empty and lonely for thousands of years?

"I hope you have enough reasons to bother me in the middle of the night, Dumbledore." Snape knocked open the door of the headmaster's office with a bulging pressure, and then he found that there were also Professor McGonagall, Willy Professor Fowler, Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey.

The deans of the four colleges are all present.

Snape was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "I guess - another petrification event?"

Dumbledore nodded affirmatively, and the blue eyes behind the crescent-shaped lenses showed concern: "Yes, Severus. Another petrified student appeared——Colin Creevey of Gryffindor "The old headmaster paced back and forth beside his silverware emitting a wonderful white mist, "Minerva found him while watching the night, and the child was still holding his camera, and the lens of the camera was magically blocked. Melted."

Deep wrinkles formed on Professor McGonagall's forehead, "It seems that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again, again and again, and if this continues, the children of Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore stopped pacing, "So, from today on, all professors, please increase the inspection time at night, and prohibit all young wizards from staying outside the dormitory one hour before the curfew." The professors shook their heads.

"Also, Severus, can you get the mature mandrake faster through the potion supplier's channel?"

"Mandrake is not a valuable potion material, but the storage shelf life is too short. I'm afraid it's not easy to get it now, and there are almost no finished Mandrake resurrection potions in the British wizarding world this season-of course, if this century is the most The great white wizard doesn't mind, I can try the potion black market in Knockturn Alley." Snape thought for a while and said with a smirk.

The horror of the monster in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets affects every little wizard in Hogwarts, especially the lower grades-but their worries are more like spoofs than the heaviness and worries of the upper grades.

Wan Mo often heard little wizards discussing in private which kind of protection was more reliable, and they exchanged all kinds of miscellaneous and weird amulets and exorcisms without telling the teacher. ——Neville Longbottom even bought a big stinking onion, a pointed amethyst and a rotting salamander tail (the original text of twenty-three crosses below).

As a result, the enthusiastic Gryffindors told him with a smile—"Oh, Longbottom, you are a pure-blood. The Slytherin Chamber of Secrets monsters only attack mixed-bloods and weeds. My dear, you are not within its attack range."

Still, poor Longbottom clung to his amulet.He thought he was so stupid that he might be a Muggleborn in the eyes of Salazar Slytherin - anyway, that's how Malfoy and the others laughed at him.The child had firmly placed himself among those who needed to be cleaned up.

The days passed day by day, and soon it was December.

The trio of Gryffindor saviors have checked a lot of information these days, (mainly Hermione) and they all suspect that the successor to the Chamber of Secrets is in Slytherin College.In order to enter Slytherin for secret investigations, Hermione came up with the idea of ​​using compound potion to pretend to be a snake, and to make compound potion, you need bicorn horns and African tree snake skin.

Unfortunately, these two potion ingredients are very expensive, but there is another place where they can be found at Hogwarts - in the medicine storage room of the most terrifying potions master.

So the brave little lions, who dared to challenge the authority and dared to challenge the authority, split into two groups—little Potter and Weasley stayed in the classroom to make trouble, and Granger took the opportunity to sneak into the potions professor's office.

"Listen, if I find out who did this, I'll have to expel him from school!" Snape, who was so angry that his blood pressure was so high, scooped out half of the burnt cauldron with a spoon from the wreckage of Goyle's exploded cauldron. Fireworks, the low and silky voice sounded like a whisper in the ears of the little wizards, and their fierce eyes swept over everyone present.

Yes, Mr. Goyle's cauldron in Slytherin exploded because of this half of the firework, and this class, unfortunately, was brewing a swelling potion - a potion that caused rapid and exaggerated swelling of body tissues.There were many students with swollen parts of their bodies sprayed by the potion sprayed by Goyle. The class was chaotic for a while, and all the anti-swelling potions that Snape had in class were used up.

When his eyes swept over Wan Mo, he paused almost imperceptibly, and then he saw the corner of Mr. Moores' mouth slightly raised, pointing to Little Potter secretly.

Snape's almost stern gaze immediately stabbed young Potter.

Little Potter's face turned pale for a moment, but he was still sweating coldly, and he tried very hard to pretend to be innocent under the practically gloomy gaze of the Potions professor.

Although Snape was very annoyed, he couldn't punish Little Potter without real evidence—in fact, in a sense, Snape was a terrible paper tiger to Little Potter.No matter how he got into trouble, there was no way the Potions Master could actually drive Lily's kid out of Hogwarts, exposing him directly to Voldemort and Death Eaters who might be lurking anywhere.

The enraged Potions Professor could only twist his face and curse viciously in his heart - cursing the damned little Potter and even more damned old Potter.Laughing at the great savior of the magic world, whose brain is not as big as a walnut kernel, he finally succeeded in rebelling against the humanoid mountain monster's body.

Wan Mo rubbed his chin, thinking about whether Snape would be affected by the Snake King's anger when he found out that the potion material storage room had been stolen.

You might be wondering why Mr. Snape's office wasn't secured - come on, two monsters were left there.

It's a pity that in the eyes of the irresponsible guards, the arrogant magic dragon soul Felicus lizard, that completely harmless wizard cub just shunned a little bit of worthless grass roots and bark.

But afterwards, in order to appease the angry cellar snake king, the unlucky little lizard would definitely be stripped of some collections for this.

Another week passed.

Wan Mo was suddenly told by his Slytherin classmates that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was going to open a duel club in the auditorium at 8:00 p.m.

A lot of Slytherins had turned up to watch - they were all waiting to see the blond lockhart make a fool of himself.This includes some female students, and Slytherin's little snake is much more sensitive than the nervous lion.

Slytherins admire power and worship the strong, but after Lockhart's frequent and unexpected teachings, the eyes of the Slytherins have become complicated.In the end, most of the little snakes came to the same conclusion—this handsome and literary Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with a bunch of respectable titles was probably a hypocrite, a real idiot.His string of glamorous titles is probably obtained by some unknown means.

Almost all the students of the school arrived at the auditorium that night, and the little lions and little badgers who were not as well-informed as Slytherin were still talking about it, wondering which professor would teach them to duel with excitement on their faces.

The long table of the auditorium was gone, it was remodeled more suitable for duels, along one wall there was a table that appeared through the hall, and the ceiling became a solemn black-of course, if there were no golden lights on the corners of the table. The effect will be better.