The day to become the final boss

The two wizards continued their somewhat heavy topic.

Suddenly, there was a loud pop in the air, and a thin house-elf with big ears, tennis ball eyes, and an old tea towel appeared out of nowhere in the living room.It pulled its big ears and screamed: "Lord——! Be eaten, be eaten, be eaten!!"

"Shut up." Lucius stood up abruptly, his face sullen. "What was eaten, make it clear!"

"Oh! Lord, it's scary to come home..." The house elf suddenly found Wanmo who was drinking coffee on the sofa, his whole body stiffened as if he had been petrified, and he stopped even pulling his ears.

"What's the matter?" Lucius frowned, looking at the two slender legs of the house elf shaking like chaff, doubts flashed in his eyes.

The poor elf's whole body was stiff, but the protruding eyeballs could turn slightly.

There was a short silence in the scene, none of the three spoke, and there was only the chattering of the elf's teeth in the hall.

"It's afraid of Mers." Snape's voice broke the silence.

Lucius slightly turned his head to look at the handsome guest.Severus believed in his partner very much, even if the topic was the Dark Lord, he would not avoid suspicion, while Lucius believed in his friend's eyes, even if he had many doubts, he would cover it up well.

Wan Mo gently put down the coffee cup in his hand, and the exquisite ceramics collided with the smooth surface of the coffee table, making a subtle and crisp sound. "That's right." He smiled faintly, "The intuition of magical creatures is always sharper than that of human beings."

Lucius showed a strange expression, and there were some guesses in his gray-blue pupils. "Mr. Moers, who are you?"

"As I guessed, it's not human." Wan Mo waved his finger, and the little elf, trembling like chaff, immediately jumped up and disappeared into the air.

This was the first time that Lucius had seen the house-elves execute their orders unreservedly in front of the master. You must know that the house-elves were born from the family of wizards, and the master's orders were above all else.Moreover, although these elves are destined to be lowly servants, as intelligent creatures that can control their own magic power, there are not many species in the magic world today that can make them fear like this—even in the face of a raging dragon, The house elves also have the courage and determination to escape with their master.

However, the little elf, who was extremely terrified just now, didn't even dare to show a superfluous expression.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons why Severus was so unaware of him?Because his partner has become so powerful that he doesn't care what wizards are talking about?

Lucius looked at Snape vaguely, as if he wanted to say something.

Snape knew the meaning of his gaze. "Mers basically doesn't interfere with the affairs of the magic world, they are on another level."

Lucius' pupils shrank slightly. As an ancient hereditary nobleman, the Malfoy family also has some secret documents that have been passed down to this day.

"'Basically' non-interference? I wonder what His Excellency Moores will make an exception for?" Lucius' eyes turned to Wan Mo, his smile became more humble and polite, and his graceful aristocratic accent was like reciting a sonnet.

Wan Mo looked at Snape, who was dressed in black, and smiled without saying a word.

"I will make an exception for this." Snape replied calmly.

Immediately, he showed an impatient look, and said quickly, "Lucius, the best suggestion is to please Ferigus. It has been kept for as old as Hogwarts, and its collection is so valuable that Some treasures in the basement end up in trash."

Hearing Snape's words, the lizard dragon's big eyes like glass beads suddenly focused on Lucius, who was lying listlessly on the sofa and shaved its claws, and shone on Lucius like a searchlight.

"It??" The platinum under the shining rays of greed from the lizard, the perfect instrument that can be called a model of nobility, is a little cracked.

"Of course." Snape raised the corner of his mouth maliciously, "Ferrigues is quite a cunning elder, but he will soon find out how lucky it is to make a deal with him. As long as he can come up with something he is satisfied with Exchange—knows what it wants." He said slowly, "As a friend, Lucius—will provide you with a sufficient amount of a good hair growth potion."

Ferrigues' eyes grew brighter.

Lucius "...".

At this time, Mr. Moores suddenly remembered that the little elf seemed to say something was eaten? . . . he looked through the bright glass of the hall.

In the bright sunshine, in the garden of Malfoy Manor, some house elves wearing old tea towels huddled together from a distance, their big bulb-like protruding eyes were filled with fear, and they were staring at a purple one in the center of the garden hiding their heads and showing their tails. Yes, little buoyant whispers.

"Baji, baji~~" The sea urchin ball made a soft sound, a small crack opened in the place suspected to be the belly, and a forked tongue stretched out to lick it.

A wind blew under the winter sun, and a few beautiful white peacock feathers were gently rolled up by the lingering wind, fluttering and fluttering into the sky.

After the Christmas holiday, the mysterious petrification incident did not continue.Now all the teachers and students at Hogwarts have raised their vigilance, almost walking in twos and threes.

Regarding the cessation of the petrification incident, Mr. Lockhart, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, seems to think that his reputation has frightened the succession of Slytherin. He always casually said something when he was arranging his golden curly hair or bow tie: "Of course that heir won't appear again, you know he's facing a charismatic [-]rd Class Order of Merlin, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League - now he must regret it. Oh, have to Said that it is very wise to stop now, otherwise he will definitely teach him a lesson he deserves."

It is worth mentioning that Miss Granger, the know-it-all of Gryffindor, was sent to the medical wing after taking Polyjuice Potion laced with cat hair.

The biggest difference between the compound decoction and other potions is that it needs to wait until the potency has passed before returning to its original shape, but no one knows that it will take so long for her to turn into a cat, and she has to wait for several weeks.

Of course, in fact, the master of potions has a way to shorten Hermione Granger's embarrassing period, but the narrow-minded Mr. Snape refused to provide any potion to the thief girl who had visited his potion cabinet to protect his face.

Don't think he doesn't know she's involved in stealing bicorn horns and tree snake skins, and Potter and the Weasleys, even if their self-inflated brains are twice as likely to be used Can't make a qualified compound decoction.

In the next period of time, the savior continued to investigate and search for the murderer, the old bat continued to deduct points and confinement, Little Platinum continued to play the spoiled and arrogant son, Lockhart continued to show off the charm of the "successful" man, and Deng Bullido continued to cheerfully sell sweets despite the pressure of the Ministry of Magic.

And Wan Mo heard the gossip between Peeves and the fat friar: a Muggle diary was found in the bathroom of Myrtle the Lord.

Wan Mo touched his chin.

February fourteenth.

For Professor Snape, this plot was simply a nightmare.

Under the pretext of getting rid of the shadow of the petrification incident for Hogwarts and boosting morale, Lockhart planned this nightmare plot.

When Snape came to the auditorium early in the morning to prepare for dinner, he was so disgusted by the dazzling pink colors that he almost turned and left.But Professor McGonagall pushed him back, although when the lioness of Gryffindor saw the big pink, she was also shocked and stiff - Merlin knew that Professor McGonagall was still an old unmarried lady, so Intense pink color can stimulate the heart.

The four walls are decorated with bowl-mouthed pink flowers shining with psychedelic luster, the ceiling of the auditorium has turned into a bright light blue, and there are many heart-shaped confetti constantly falling from it, even There is a layer on the dining table.

"Oh, Merlin, what's the matter here?" The Slytherins looked a little stunned, far less than the Gryffindor lion cubs in adapting to things without beauty.

Like the savior, he calmly removed the waste paper from the bacon in front of him.

The little animals looked around and made all kinds of exclamations, and the auditorium became very noisy for a while.

Lockhart appeared in the professor's chair - a separate pink table across the way - in the same bright pink robes as the auditorium's furnishings.He stood up, waved his arms, and opened his mouth to show his neat eight teeth. "Everyone—! Be quiet."

The little wizards all focused their attention.

"First of all, I wish you all a happy plot!" Lockhart's bright and excited smile formed a strong inverse contrast to the stern-faced professors on the professor's bench opposite him.

"On this wonderful day, 46 admirers have expressed their little love to me, oh, thank you so much!" Lockhart sent a kiss, and there were screams from below.

Of course, it wasn't all screams of excitement, like the pale Draco: "Oh! For Merlin's sake, what that idiot is doing, it's disgusting!" He even had a rash on his fair neck.

"Yes, in order to celebrate this wonderful festival, I condescendingly arranged this little surprise for everyone—"

Lockhart's performance completely lost Snape's appetite, and he cut the beef with the knife again and again.

"And that's not all!" Lockhart clapped his hands, and in came twelve sullen little dwarfs with ridiculous golden wings and harps on their backs "!" Lockhart's voice made Snape's hand slip , There was a harsh noise from the knife plate.He couldn't help but look at Moores, and then found that the other party was watching him gently.

stare. (What strange taste do you have in hell!)

smiling. (That's irrelevant~)

"Of course, colleagues who believe are willing to actively participate! Why not ask Professor Snape to teach them how to make a love potion!" Lockhart's exaggerated declaration interrupted the interaction between the two.

Snape's face was black as ink.

"Also, Professor Flitwick is more proficient in deceptive spells than any wizard he has ever seen. Regardless of his height and age, his heart is still sprouting!"

The little wizards let out a burst of exclamation.

"Oh, Merlin!" Professor Flitwick buried his wrinkled face in his hands in embarrassment, and his short body slid under the table bit by bit.

Ron glanced at the face of the potions professor on the professor's chair, his lips trembling, he turned his head and said to Harry: "I bet anyone who dares to ask Snape for the formula of the love potion will be poisoned!"

Harry gasped.

The dwarf, the "messenger of love" sent by Lockhart, was tossed the next whole day, and one of the worst tossed was undoubtedly the beautiful and wealthy Draco.

When Little Platinum hid in the ground and knocked down several dwarfs with magic, he ran into the savior who was being tossed by the dwarves on the stairs.

Harry Potter obviously didn't know what to do with these entangled little dwarfs. His schoolbag was torn apart by the dwarfs, and the contents were scattered all over the place, and the green-eyed savior was frantically stuffing them back.

"What's going on?" Seeing that the savior was so useless, Draco felt a little annoyed, he said something coldly, and walked over.

Potter picked it up faster, his ears flushed.

At this time, another one came over, Percy Weasley.

Little Potter was so embarrassed that he didn't even clean up the things on the ground. He turned around and wanted to leave, but the shorty hugged his knees and fell to the ground.

"Don't try to run!" the dwarf howled, and the little wizards around heard the sound, and they surrounded him. "I want to read a love poem to Xiang!"

Little Mr. Malfoy flushed instantly when he saw the green-eyed savior. "Don't--!"

"Oh, dear Ginny Weasley expresses her love to—" the short sang loudly, "with eyes as green as a freshly pickled toad, and hair as black as a blackboard, wish I could be, really He is very handsome, the warrior who conquered the Dark Lord."

The dwarf's howling like a pig slaughtered caused a burst of laughter from the little wizards.

Little Potter was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to find a crevice in the ground, but the dwarf sat on his lap, preventing him from running away, so he forced himself to laugh with everyone with embarrassment.

Draco didn't laugh, which was stupid.

Percy Weasley wasn't smiling, he was ashamed of his sister's terrible love poem.He tried to disperse these juniors with a straight face.

Potter noticed Malfoy picking up one of his scattered things - Riddle's diary.At this moment, Ginny, who wrote him a love poem, also came over.

"Give it back." Little Potter lowered his voice, that diary was magical, although he hadn't figured out what the secret was.

Draco's gray-blue eyes flashed a trace of complexity, he squeezed the black leather diary tightly, and replied arrogantly: "Of course not, I also want to read what is written in the notebook of the savior who can speak the snake language."

The young wizards watching suddenly fell silent.

"Expelliarmus (disarming)!" Suddenly Potter drew out his wand and cast the disarming spell, and the diary in his hand was knocked into the air.Draco watched as it arced through the air and finally fell into one hand - Ron Weasley.

Little Platinum's face was a little contorted—just, just barely getting that dangerous dark magic item back!

Damn Weasley!

For now, the only way to tell the father and godfather of the whereabouts of the diary as soon as possible.Draco made up his mind, gave the Savior a hard look, and stomped past him.When passing in front of Ginny Weasley, he stopped, raised his graceful jaw arrogantly, and said to her in an extremely mocking tone: "I don't think Potter likes the plot gift very much!"