The day to become the final boss

After the wizarding world in Britain stabilized, Snape succeeded Dumbledore who died in the war in order to win the final victory, and became the new headmaster of Hogwarts.

Mr. Snape, who has been a Potions professor for more than ten years, thought that he could finally get rid of the position of Potions professor, and no longer have to endure those little monsters with thick heads and few brains ruining the art of potions-but the reality is always Cruel.

Because of the war, many potion masters went abroad for refuge, but Horace Slughore, who had originally planned to return to his old job after receiving Snape's invitation, suddenly received a newsletter from his son and ran all over the place. I went to France to hold my grandson.

Headmaster Snape kept his face downcast as usual, looking at the students below who were brewing potions.

At this moment, Neville.Longbottom's cauldron made a strange "sizzling" sound again, and the students around immediately retreated in a large circle habitually - this has become a habit in the past few years, just like instinct.However, because of their withdrawal, at least 5 potions in Gryffindor's crucibles were facing reimbursement because they missed the time to add materials.

Snape deadpanned the cauldrons and gave them each a D (terrible), while poor Neville got a T.

As it turned out, Longbottom could never touch anything on the console without someone watching.

Snape turned to look at Granger, who was usually by Longbottom's side.Miss Granger, who was already beautiful and tall, seemed a little absent-minded. She was throwing ingredients into the cauldron.I heard that there seems to be something wrong with her and Ravenclaw recently—and the weird thing is that she didn't fry the pot in her current state of confusion.

Snape walked over to look at her, and it wasn't until the third time that ingredients were put into the cauldron that Hermione suddenly noticed that the headmaster was standing next to him with a gloomy face.

Miss Granger deservedly received the reward for her harsh tongue and labor service from the headmaster.

When get out of class was over, the savior, who had been in a state of anxiety since the beginning of this class, grabbed his schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom door. Snape vaguely heard Ron.Weasley was saying "Oh, poor Harry, he's hiding from Cedric again."

Cedric?Cedric Diggory?

Snape curled his lips, sincerely despising that the handsome, sensible, talented and elegant Hufflepuff prince had bad taste.

However, Lily should be very satisfied with Digory?

He turned his head to look at his godson Draco. The handsome and reserved platinum nobleman seemed to have remained silent all this time—he didn't know that Lucius, who suggested to his friends who were only 12 years old to attend the special "communication" party of the nobility, was worried about losing his hair. No.

After finishing the day's lessons and some headmaster's daily work, Snape went back to the cellar, (the headmaster's office works, the cellar rests) and had dinner with Moores.

"Mers, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor you found for me is also a monster?" Snape said suddenly after taking a shower and lying on the bed reading a book.

"Well, but it used to be human, but he was very happy to stay with the little wizards." Wanmer paused, and then asked suddenly, "Do you want a child, Severus?"

Snape was silent for a moment, took a deep look at his lover, and replied vigilantly, "I refuse to have a ridiculously big belly like that werewolf at any time - hell, you're diverting my question again, you should ask Can I explain why the real name of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Merlin?"

"Oh, come on, honey, you should admire me more than Merlin - don't you hate having a child?" Wan Mo blinked.

Snape couldn't comment, and he turned off the lights.

Not long after, there were rustling sounds and Snape's heavy breathing in the darkness.

"Mers...how can you be more shameless? Don't—don't lick there!" He couldn't help but close his legs, which resulted in a more violent attack.

Of course, this is just a sweet little affair between husband and wife.

What pleased Mr. Snape most was that of late Moores had learned to temper himself, only three times a night, but every day.

It's been like this for a month

"Mers!" Snape, who was taking a shower in the bathroom, suddenly opened the bathroom door and rushed out aggressively, with only a towel around his waist.

Mr. Moores whistled very roguishly.

"I think you need to explain, what is this?" Snape pointed viciously at the flat belly with his watery fingers - there was a strange tattoo there.

Its shape is very strange, and it looks a little blurry, like a small black plant wrapped in tulle, but it makes people who see it at first glance know that it is a tenacious little life growing up.

It stretches its own small branches and leaves, slightly emitting an ink-colored halo.

Wan Mo's eyes lit up a little.

He reached out his hand to touch the soft little thing like a demon, and left a tender kiss there.

Snape seemed to have a hallucination that the sprout moved at the same time as Moores kissed it.

Wan Mo stretched out his tongue along the flat belly, licking all the way up, and finally branded a kiss on the seductive thin lips.

"You said you didn't want to have a ridiculously big belly." Wan Mo's arms tightened around his wet waist.

"What does it have to do with a big belly?" Snape said dryly, his muscles stiffening at the sudden guess of some possibility.

"Of course." The nimble fingers crawled into the white towel bit by bit along the waistline, kneading the tight buttocks. "You know it's impossible for me to conceive life."

"so?"

"So if we all want to have a baby, we can only use your body as the basis." The bright red tongue squeezed on the thin lips, licked and teased, and then penetrated through the gap between the open lips.

Snape took a bite of it without hesitation, and managed to get it back.His slender fingers grabbed Moers' silky long hair, forcing him to look at himself.

There was a mixture of anger and danger in Snape's obsidian eyes. "Mr. Moers, are you going to tell me—I'm pregnant?"

No doubt the last words were squeezed between the teeth.

Wan Mo blinked. "Using your body's blood as the base, and part of my soul fragments as the shell, grow with our common magic power, and let it bear fruit with sufficient love."

The anger in Snape's eyes went out, he let go of his partner's hair, sat on the edge of the bed, inserted his fingers into the wet black hair, looking a little dazed and bewildered.

Wan Mo hugged him tenderly.

After a while, Mr. Snape raised his head, "What will happen after the result?"

"I will use a secret method to guide him out, and then he needs to be conceived somewhere for half a year like a human fetus—we will have a real baby."

Snape froze.

Having experienced an unfortunate childhood and recalling his previous life, he longed for the warmth of his relatives more than anyone else. He thought that having Moers would be enough, but Moers asked him, "Do you want a child? Severer s?", he subconsciously replied that he would not like Lupin's belly, rather than rejecting a new life - a blood relative.

"So what should we do now?" After a while, Snape's black eyes returned to calm.

Wan Mo cupped his chin and gave him a suffocating deep kiss.By the time Snape recovered from the lack of oxygen caused by the passionate kiss, he had already been pressed into the soft quilt, and Moers' silky skin was moving against his body.

His passionate tongue licked all the way down, and then kissed the little life again. "What we're going to do now -- is try to make it happen sooner rather than later."

He smiled softly, and passionately licked and sucked to go further down.