The day to become the final boss

On the last day of the Christmas holiday, Professor Snape received an invitation letter from the Platinum Family.

A large article was written on the delicate and fragrant aristocratic letterhead in gorgeous cursive fonts. After Snape automatically blocked those complicated and useless aristocratic social expressions, the general content was: In order to thank Mr. Snape for his As a Christmas gift, a top beauty potion that is hard to come by in the wizarding world. The Malfoy family sincerely hoped that the only master of potions in the British wizarding world would come to their friend's manor for a dinner together this afternoon.

Snape sniffed at the incensed letter in his hand.He had just returned from the principal's office, and during this long secret conversation, he vaguely reminded Dumbledore that Voldemort was probably behind the monster's wounding incident in the Chamber of Secrets.

"An invitation from Malfoy's family?" Wan Mo's gentle voice came, and he was sitting leisurely on the sofa that was created casually, flipping through the collection of Muggle poetry.He glanced at the elegant letterhead in the hands of the professor in black, and put down the coffee cup in his hand.

"Obviously." Mr. Snape raised his eyebrows, and shook the high-end letterhead with his slender fingers, "very obvious Malfoy characteristics, isn't it?"

The tail-wagging Ferrigues lizard climbed up from the back of the sofa behind Wanmo, staring at the letter with sparkling eyes, as if seeing the charming platinum gold in it.

Wan Mo stared at it for a moment, then poked it down with his finger.

"Severus, I want to go to Malfoy Manor with you."

In the carved fireplace in the living room of Malfoy's house, the fire suddenly blazed brightly, and as the flame green tongues licked the outer edge of the fireplace, a tall, dark voice came out of the fireplace.

"Severus, welcome, my friend." With a reserved and elegant smile on his face, Lucius has been waiting in the hall for a long time, his beautiful wife Narcissa is also beside him, and little Malfoy stays in Hogwarts Didn't come back for Christmas.

"Hello, Lucius." Seeing his old friend, Mr. Snape's usual serious expression loosened slightly.He nodded slightly, stepped aside, and revealed another person who was covered by the dark robe.

A young man with an oriental face, black hair and black eyes.

"Severus, is this gentleman—?" A look of surprise flashed in Lucius' eyes, but Severus had never brought anyone to him before.

Snape looked at Wan Mo's gentle smile, twisted the corners of his mouth twice, and said in a deep voice, "This is Myers, my partner."

The expressions of the Malfoy couple were frozen for a moment, but they recovered immediately, showing the most elegant and friendly expressions.Wan Mo nodded to them gently and politely, "I'm Moles, and it's an honor to meet the nobles of the wizarding world—Mr. Malfoy and the beautiful Mrs. Malfoy."

"Oh, Severus—" Lucius patted Snape on the shoulder, his gray-blue eyes narrowed into nice arcs. "Old friend, I am so happy for you."

After a few pleasantries, the Malfoys sincerely invited the new guests to visit their proud manor.

Snape looked at Wan Mo, and Wan Mo said it was his honor.

The Malfoys led the way, Wanmo and Snape followed.

At this moment, Lucius, who was supposed to be walking in front, retreated quietly, holding back Snape's footsteps, while Narcissa led Wanmo to the garden.

"Severus—if I remember correctly, your student sweetheart was named Miles?" Lucius lowered his voice, covered his lips with his fingers, and asked in a low voice.

"You have a good memory, Lucius." Snape glanced at him and replied blankly.

"the same person?"

"Do you think?"

Lucius was silent for a moment. He remembered that Mers suddenly transferred from Hogwarts in the middle of the year - but judging from Severus' bad reaction at the time, it seemed that there was something else hidden. He paused for a moment, Suddenly thought of something.

"After so many years, you can still get together again—" Lucius suddenly smiled a bit lewdly, "I guess the enlightenment book I mail-ordered to you back then came in handy?"

"What enlightenment book?..." Snape didn't realize it for a while.

Then he choked violently and glared viciously at the gossip-looking platinum peacock—damn it, he called that a book of enlightenment?

Snape stared at him without saying a word.

"Well, it came in handy, thank you, very useful." At this moment, Wan Mo, who was admiring the trembling white-haired peacock in Malfoy's house, whose feathers had been shaken all over the ground, suddenly turned around and replied.

Lucius made a look on his face.

Snape glanced in Wanmo's direction, and he felt that he understood the reason for Lucius' expression. It was impossible for humans to hear other people's whispers clearly at this distance.

"Severus..." The gossip on Lucius's face had faded, and he looked at his best friend for many years with a complicated face, and he hesitated to speak in his gray-blue eyes.

"What are you trying to say, Lucius." Snape was impatient with his subject.

"...Cough, it's okay, my friend, I'm just a little surprised at how powerful Mr. Moores is."

Snape pouted, not wanting to explain further about Mers.

But Lucius' next words almost made him lose his temper.

"Mr. Moers looks handsome and slender—I can't believe that you are the one below, Severus." The platinum peacock wailed exaggeratedly while holding his forehead, aiming at his dark friend from the corner of his eyes.

"Which eye of yours sees that I'm down there?" Snape's face twisted instantly as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Judging from the tone of your partner's answer, I think you are the one below." The platinum aristocrat once again showed a look of obscenity, and he lowered his voice, "My friend, your physique is comparable to that of Moers Mister needs to be tall... Is it lacking in that aspect? I'm not boasting, I can help you get the top potion... Well, the top potion formula." Lucius changed his statement in time, It would be foolish to show off in front of a top master how good a potion he could get.

Snape stared at him, his knife-like gaze seemed to be slicing the damned platinum peacock in front of him.

Bloody potion!Lack of ability in that aspect of the hell!

He took a deep breath, letting the cold winter air flow into his lungs in large quantities, and then exhaled slowly. After two times, the Potions Master had regained his expressionless face.

"Lucius."

"what?"

"I have something that I didn't tell you... In fact, Ferrigues is not my pet." The potions master's mouth floated out of the smirk that Slytherins often hang on his lips.

I don't know why, but this smirk always feels a bit eerie in Lucius' eyes.

"Ferrigus? What's that?" Poor Lucius was the first to hear the name of the nightmare lizard from his friend until just now.

"It's the lizard on your shoulder—it belongs to Mers." Snape's smirk gradually twisted and became terrifying.

Lucius looked over his shoulder reflexively, and finally met a pair of golden eyes with vertical pupils.For the first time, the platinum nobleman let out a very unnoble scream.

Narcissa, who was struggling with how her precious peacock, which usually looks at people with its nostrils, suddenly became embarrassingly shrunk into a shivering pile and shed its hair in a very unglamorous way turned around in surprise, and saw Lucius very He slapped something off his shoulder in a panic, and pulled out his wand in a panic.

And Wan Mo looked at Snape, the malicious sneer on the Potions Professor's face was so cute.

"Ha, very wonderful remarks, why didn't Mrs. Weasley release the ghouls in the attic to bite you." Mr. Snape sneered, and put a newspaper on the coffee table. It was the "Daily Prophet", a newspaper In the photo on the website, the platinum nobleman is arrogantly raising his beautiful chin, mocking Arthur Weasley condescendingly "Look at what the Weasley family is doing, you can't see what else they have." Like a purebred wizard."

The report below the picture is about the Weasley family's illegally transformed car by magic, how many Muggles saw it in the Muggle world, which laws it violated, and what bad consequences it brought to the wizarding world, etc.

"Oh, come on, Severus, a lot of eyes have been on Malfoy recently, and even Sissy found someone following her all the way when she went out - these superficial words and deeds are necessary." Lucius said beautifully Instead of hanging his usual platinum hair, he tied it into a bunch of ribbons and even wore a hat on his head.

But this is not enough to block the lizard dragon's piercing sight.

As the hostess, Narcissa went to organize dinner, leaving three men in the hall, and Wan Mo basically didn't speak much, and most of the time he kept a mask-like gentleness on his face.

"Draco wrote back to say that the savior and the youngest son of the Weasley family used Polyjuice Potion to sneak into the Slytherin lounge pretending to be Crabbe and Goyle. They seemed to want to find out where Slytherin was Who is the heir—Our great savior is still inexperienced, and not only was he almost lost his mind by a few words of ridicule, but he also forgot the end time of Polyjuice Potion.—Speaking of Polyjuice Potion, Severus, you Anything missing from your potions cabinet?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter even created a potion accident that affected many classmates because of the contents of my potion cabinet." The potions professor with no expression sneered from his nose.

People with the surname Potter have always been smart, self-righteous fools who don't think about the consequences.

"Severus—you don't seem to be worried about the petrification incident at Hogwarts at all?" Lucius cleverly adjusted the angle of the hat, so that the shiny light bulb eyes of the nasty lizard could no longer be sexually obsessed it. "I can understand that you already know who the heir of Slytherin is?"

Ferrigues wanted to go behind him unwillingly, but after being dragged by the tail by the owner who was drinking coffee leisurely, he stopped completely.

"That's an easy guess, isn't it?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

The platinum noble subconsciously covered his arm that had been branded with the mark of shame, and his voice was a little dry, "Is that person back?" Since last year, the Death Eater's mark, which had been silent for 11 years, began to revive again, like a fire from time to time pain.

"Unfortunately, I think you guessed it right." Snape's deep and elegant voice was like a high-quality cello.