The day to become the final boss

Since the diary has been handed over by Lucius to Arthur Weasley, the club of the Phoenix, when Lucius got the whereabouts of the disappeared diary from his son, the platinum aristocrat gave Malfoy a smirk to his son Said: "Weasley? Dear little dragon, let the Gryffindors have a headache, the Malfoy family will not interfere in this matter again."

On the other hand, after learning of the whereabouts of the diary, the old principal with the white beard said that he would make corresponding plans to get it as soon as possible—although Snape felt that the dangerous black magic item should be taken back immediately instead of spending unnecessary money. What time to plan is worth it.But Dumbledore needs to consider different aspects. After so many petrification incidents, if black magic items are found from the student dormitory, Hogwarts may face closure.

However, the diary did not stay in Potter's hands for long.

While a couple of adult wizards had made solid plans about it, the diary was stolen from the Gryffindor common room.

"It was stolen by a little red-haired girl." While Harry Potter was practicing Quidditch, Wan Mo took the portrait of the Potter couple by his bedside back to the cellar, and Lily told what she saw , "The girl should belong to the Weasley family, she looks like something is wrong."

When she was talking about the diary, Old Potter also said, "That thing is weird, it sucked Harry in once, we were terrified, but it didn't take long for Harry to come back .” He paused, scratching his hairy head like a bird’s nest, “I feel that the book is not only a black magic item, but also something special inside, I can’t tell.”

But what is certain is that Harry Potter has not been harmed by the black magic.

Next, Lily began to talk about what she had seen and heard during this period, such as her beloved little Harry, who had grown crooked and couldn't use his mind at all. He needed to find a smart partner, just like his father, old Potter.

Snape let out a sneer, and James Potter pouted.

Wan Mo sent the portrait back when the Quidditch training was almost over.

Repositioning the portrait on the head of the Savior's bed, the noble God of Death touched his chin with his white fingers, as if he played a cameo role as an errand--of course, he himself didn't care too much about it.

"Do you know what's in that diary?" Snape said suddenly while brewing the potion.

Thousands of ink-colored eyes scanned the cauldron, and the boiling potion was rising upwards, spirally flickering mother-of-pearl-colored gas.Snape's figure was a little hazy in the mist, his usually tense face showed a relaxed and comfortable expression, a little lazy, and a little... sexy?

"Of course—are you brewing a love potion?" Wan Mo walked over.

"uh-huh."

"I've always been curious, what is the smell you smell when you are brewing the love potion? You must know that the potion doesn't work for me at all."

Snape looked at him.

After a while, he restrained the expression that made his partner a little distracted, and remained expressionless. "I think you haven't answered my question, Myers."

The potion in the cauldron gradually became transparent, and Snape turned his attention back to the improved potion he had successfully brewed.He waved his wand, turned off the fire, and tapped the end of the wand on the cabinet under the operating table, several crystal vials dedicated to potions floated out one by one, and lined up beside the cauldron.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist like snakes, and his warm body pressed against him. A cool, inexplicable smell enveloped Snape's senses, exactly the same as the smell he had been smelling when he was brewing the love potion. . "Professor, I'm also a student at Hogwarts, and I'm asking for special after-school tutoring—"

"Moers, I don't think professors are obliged to waste the few breaks to tutor students after class." Snape turned around, but Wan Mo pushed him onto the operating table forcefully.

The potion in the cauldron flew out soundlessly, flowed into the narrow mouth of the bottle, and then the cork was closed, and the fully loaded crystal vials lined up and returned to the cabinet automatically.

The cabinet closes.

Dark eyes stared at him, and there was some strong emotion surging inside.

"Your Excellency Moers, you have existed for a long enough time and the knowledge contained in your brain can compare with the entire magic world. What do you ask a humble wizard to teach?" Feeling the nimble fingers across the tailbone, Snape couldn't help trembling slightly, but there was also a kind of helpless annoyance that followed, Moles was avoiding his question?

"No, it's not what you think." Wan Mo kissed his high nose, sliding his palm down his thin and tough waist, feeling the beauty covered under his palm.He sighed and kneaded viciously on his partner's firm buttocks.

"Severus, monsters have a special ability - they can cut unnecessary negative things from their own bodies, including emotions, memories and even parts of their souls." Wan Mo rested his chin on the side of his neck, The soft lips gently opened and closed against the pinnae, and the itchy touch caused a trace of pink to smudge from the base of the ear.

"What does that have to do with me?" Being so teased, Snape had to support the potion console behind him with both hands, and raised his head with difficulty. Moers always managed to make his clear mind heat up.

"It has something to do with your question." Wan Mo swallowed as he looked at the skin on his neck exposed from the high-necked black robe.Following the curve of his neck, the bright red tongue licked upwards along the Adam's apple, biting gently.

"What...damn," the tight squeeze and fit from the lower abdomen made Snape gasp, and his body's instincts made him breathe heavily. "What's the matter? Is there something similar in that diary?" He suddenly realized.

Wan Mo grinned at him, "Okay, if you don't want me to meddle in the affairs of the wizarding world, the answer ends here—" He snapped his fingers.

Snape only felt a sudden weightlessness in his body, and then he found himself collapsed under the soft quilt in the bedroom, with Myers on top of him. "Professor—" The tip of his bright red tongue licked his soft lips, making it look more moist and attractive.The snake-like flexible hands moved around the sensitive part of the partner, the waist slightly undulating, the fatal squeezing and slight collision quickly made the other party as hard as him. "Professor Snape, I've inhaled a lot of your love potions, asking for antidote, asking for after-school counseling—"

"Hell, don't be ashamed, you said potions didn't work for you, uh-"

"The potion didn't work... what I inhaled was a love potion called Severus—"

After a burst of ambiguous water-colored voices, the disheveled Snape's breathing became heavy and rapid, and his deep, silky voice also became strangely hoarse.

"Damn it!... You better move fast... There will be a little devil coming to confine you in a while——"

"Well, slow, slow, slow! . . . too fast, too fast, I don't want you—Mers..."

confinement?what is that?whatever--

An hour later, they missed dinner.

Three hours passed—

The Weasley twins stood outside the Potions Master's office.

"Oh, what day is it today? Fred, this is really good luck—" George Weasley looked at Fred who was also shining with his shining eyes.

"Oh, George, it must be Merlin who is protecting us, you must know that the kind Merlin always likes cheerful children, even if they occasionally play tricks—" Fred Weasley exaggeratedly covered his chest with his hands, as if covering A crystal boy's heart.

"Oh, come on, Fred, it turns out that Merlin loves us even though he often plays pranks~~~~~~"

The two preserved eggs clapped their hands excitedly: "The old bat is not here!"

"Snape's not here!"

"So it's not our fault even if we skip the confinement!"

"No, it's the old bat who got out of confinement!"

"Oh, dear George (Fred), I think we ought to leave something for the esteemed Potions Master—" "Proof we've been here—"

The always strict potions professor skipped the twins' confinement, but he didn't skip the night watch.When Snape only hurriedly ate a small piece of bread and stepped out of the door of the Potions Professor's office, an electric current suddenly jumped from under his feet!

Snape, who reacted in an instant, issued an "armor protection", and when the sparks of the current disappeared, a small box appeared on the ground.The box reads "Is your greasy heavy black hair standing on end? (eye-winking scribble, two pairs) - Hats off to the professor, hope Professor Snape likes his new hairstyle."

very good!The Weasley twins.

The corner of Snape's mouth twisted a few times, and he "disappeared" directly to the box.

It's all Mers' fault!

The potions professor with a gloomy face glared at the door viciously, and walked out quickly with strides, his dark robes billowing gracefully under the night.

On the other side of the door.

The shameless Mr. Moores is stacking up the black lines of old students' homework on the desk - he can't help but tempt the delicious cellar snake king, and let him go without hesitation, completely unaware of the limited rest time of his busy partner after school starts ——How many of today's student assignments did Severus finish grading?

So the rest is Mr. Moores' job.

Sigh: Severus, since you hate grading the papers of little trolls, why are there always so many homework assignments?

Sitting at the desk and flipping through a few copies, Wan Mo calmly left a series of harsh enough comments on them, which definitely did not insult Professor Snape's unique language art.If you look closely, you will find that even the thin and sharp font is not the slightest difference from the potions professor.

When it was almost 0:00, Snape came back, and Wanmo prepared supper and hot bath water for him.

Another normal, peaceful night at Hogwarts.