The day to become the final boss

Snape was dreaming again. Those experiences, which were said to be forgotten in the past, spread and covered his whole body like cold vines, layer after layer, so complicated that it was suffocating.

When he woke up, the piercing pain, depression, cold and hopeless feeling still remained in his body.He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the pastel-toned ceiling, until they retreated into some dark corner.

Snape ran his fingers through his sweaty black hair and brushed back the few strands of hair sticking to his forehead, and the touch of his fingertips massaging his scalp revived his brain.

A warm hand stroked his back, and cold sweat had completely soaked his silk pajamas.Wan Mo waved, and a dark blue nightgown flew out of the closet.

Wan Mo handed it to Ai.

Snape watched him, and Mers' gentle smile completely calmed his remaining emotions. "Thank you." His mellow voice was a little dry.

Snape slid down from the bed and walked into the bathroom, where the warm water sprayed on his body, making him feel warmer.

Unlike before, this time he vaguely remembered some fragments of the dream, although they were very confusing.

He lowered his head, letting the water wash over his head, and the clear water trickled down his half-length black hair.

—Those should be things that he has never experienced at all, but the feelings are so real——Snape couldn't imagine that he would actually cut off relations with Lily, would willingly kiss Voldemort's robe, and even Lily would died because of him—

He turned off his disheveled hair, dried the water droplets on his body with a clean white towel, and stared at the skinny black-haired man in the mirror in the bathroom.His nose was high, his thin lips were tight, and his dark eyes were as firm as black gemstones.

—he couldn't tell the reality of the dream, Severus.Snape now has a different life, and he loves Miles.

Opening the bathroom door, Snape walked out.

Another Potions class.

The Potions Professor was not in a good mood because of his talented student, his godson, Draco.Two and a half days ago, Malfoy was kicked and broke his arm by his tall and fierce "little cutie" in Hagrid's protection of magical creatures class.

Precise operation is required to brew the potion. Even if the medical wing has treated the child, the pain will still accompany the child for several days.

Draco hung his injured arm in an exaggerated bandage. He couldn't tolerate being as stupid as Hagrid, who couldn't tell the difference, and who was a professor who loved dangerous creatures. He wanted to use this incident to make the rude half-giant Get the hell out of that post.

The green-eyed savior and the red-haired Weasley, who gathered together to cut potion ingredients, looked at him with explicit disdain, and whispered "pretentious", "Hagrid is innocent" and so on.Draco raised his chin, walked to the edge of the divide between the two houses, and placed his cauldron next to the two whispering lion cubs.

He squinted at the two guarding lions, and shouted in a drawn out voice: "Professor, I need someone to help cut the roots of these daisies, my arm is not convenient—"

Snape didn't raise his head, and a deep and mellow voice sounded in the classroom: "Weasley, cut the daisy root for Malfoy."

Ron stared at Little Platinum, who had completely entered the mode of aristocratic grand lord, his face flushed with anger, his cheeks puffed up like Neville's toad.

He grasped the material stiffly, chopping it up into chunks of various sizes like a carrot, then pushed them to the hateful Malfoy, and began to carefully finish his share.

A smirk formed at the corner of Harry's mouth.

Draco slowly picked up a triangular piece of root, glanced at the gloating savior, and Little Potter immediately lowered his head.

"Professor - I think you should take a look, Mr. Weasley's cutting may not be able to make a qualified potion."

Ron's hand, which was cutting the caterpillar, slipped and cut off a small part of his nail. Before he had time to feel sorry for it, the tall, pitch-black shadow completely enveloped him.

The child looked up guiltily, and saw the gloomy Potions Professor looking down at him, with a smile that made him uncomfortable on his mean lips.

"Think Hogwarts doesn't have any extra daisy roots to make the display fingers clumsy-but it should be replaced with Malfoy, Weasley, and see if we can transform the pile of weird shapes into a more symmetrical one, so that the slicing technique Get a little boost."

"But, Professor—" Poor little Weasley had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully chopping up his own roots, probably the best he had done in two years.

"immediately".The Potions Professor ordered with a deadpan expression.

Dejectedly, little Weasley pushed his heart and soul across the table to Draco, and began to worry about the strangely shaped lumps.

Little Potter pursed his lips, as if he was complaining about Weasley.

Mr. Malfoy happened to see it, and he smiled maliciously, "Professor, I still need to peel the figs."

Unfortunately, Snape also saw Harry squishing his mouth.He glanced at little Potter, even if he knew the savior's unhappy childhood, he inherited too much from James.Snape still disliked Potter's appearance and personality.

"Thinking about this problem, Mr. Potter should be happy to solve it."

Suddenly, the potions master's sensitive nose smelled a strange smell, which was definitely not present in the subject of this class, "Age Reducing Potion".

He looked over, frowning - very well, Neville.Longbottom.

"It says on the blackboard that the correct color of the Age Reducing Potion should be bright green." The Potions Professor's deep voice made Neville shiver, and he lowered his head tremblingly, his big brown eyes feeling a little bewildered.

Snape tapped his wand on the edge of the cauldron. "It's orange, Longbottom."

Neville's face turned pale, and Merlin knew how afraid he was of the terrifying potions professor, his dark eyes were like poisonous snakes staring at a frog, as if to say: "Because the potions always fail, so we have to go with the toad." It was thrown into a cauldron and boiled."

"Tell, boy, has something corroded the thing that hides under the thick skull Think, said, said clearly, the bile of rats need only be added to a drop of leech's sap Need to add a little instead of a whole bottle? How? You have to talk to understand, Longbottom."

Poor Neville had big watery eyes and was shaking all over.

Snape to Neville.Longbottom's comprehension ability has been completely spurned, he rejected Miss Granger's proposal to help Longbottom save the potion, but when Miss Know-It-All really sneaked into the pot of potion, he turned around and pretended that nothing was wrong. I did not see it.

Should he be thankful that the troubled Longbottom didn't burn through his poor cauldron this time and cause yet another potions accident?

He looked towards the Slytherin students. Mr. Moores had already finished his potion, and the seat was looking at him with a smile, but the students around him seemed to ignore him.

In the afternoon is the new professor Remus.Lupine's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Snape's staff lounge saw him leading a large group of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs into the classroom.

The Gryffindors were noisy enough, and he got up from his chair, walked past Lupin, then backed away when he suddenly thought of something.

"Professor Lupine," he said with emphasis on the word "professor", "I'm afraid I haven't reminded him that with Neville Longbottom, it's best not to ask him to do anything that requires brains—unless Granger The lady acts as his brain temporarily, and he whispers instructions in his ear."

The dark professor rolled away in the same dark robe, leaving a group of imposing backs.

Neville flushed.

And little Potter stared at that back, because Snape had humiliated him in front of the new Professor Neville.He tried to defend himself: "Neville is just afraid of him, so Potions class is not ideal."

"Never mind," Lupine patted him on the shoulder, winking. "Neville can be the first assistant, I believe - he will be satisfied."

A group of Slytherins walked past them, and they laughed disdainfully.

But they soon knew what the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was referring to—the shabby-dressed Professor Lupine, whose face turned rosy after a few meals at Hogwarts, actually induced Longbottom That idiot imagined their headmaster - a top potions master - wearing an old crone's dress!

While Gryffindor relished taking this as a joke, the Slytherin snakes stared at Lupin with cold eyes.

Crude Gryffindors never knew what an insult that was to Slytherin.

"Aren't you angry?" Wan Mo folded his hands into a tower shape and put them on his chest. He sat on the rocking chair he made and swayed back and forth slightly.

"Uh-huh—" Snape corrected the homework without looking up.

"Think we all work for Dumbledore, and Lupine won't do the childish things that James Potter used to do."

Check out a few mistakes, write a few harsh comments under the quick homework, then mark an "A" and move on to the next one.

Ravenclaws will always have less homework than Gryffindors - except for Hermione.Granger.

"I never had any unrealistic expectations for the brains of those four, but I still have to laugh at Mr. Lupine's stupidity, forgetting that this disgusting laughing stock is still his dedicated pharmacist at Hogwarts this year." His voice was as smooth as oil, and the mocking sarcasm even completely skipped his expression, and it was vividly displayed in his tone.

"...Oh, my dear, I think I can provide something here, so that the nosy Dumbledore can't tell the difference." Wan Mo blinked.

And in the picture frame of the Potters who were brought to the cellar by the Ferrigas lizard, James.Potter's face turned livid.

Oh, Remus, what a stupid thing you did.

"Come on, James, didn't we play bad pranks on Severus back then? It's not the first time we were hit back." Lily shrugged indifferently, but she quickly remembered something that frustrated her. "It's exactly like Harry - he doesn't take advice at all, never tries to understand Severus. The kid spends more time with Ron from the Weasleys than with Hermione , I wish he could be smarter and learn something from Hermione - at least get the basic stuff in the book, at the end of last term he talked about exams like it was the end of the world."

"Quack, my little baby's brain will shrink if you don't use it anymore, Lily." The lizard dragon cracked his mouth and smiled, and his sharp claws cut through the potion ingredients-because of having a partner, Professor Snape's potion office confinement required Much less than the original book, the noble Ferigus dragon has become a free labor for preparing preliminary processing materials for the lowly wizard cubs under the cold eyes.

"Hey~~shrunk~wretched~~~" The sea urchin next to Flaffi used his elongated tentacles to dig out the beetle's eyes.

Ferrigues "...".

Oh, Fluffy, the brain isn't shrinking, but when will it grow enough weight?