The day to become the final boss

After experiencing the second attack by the dementors and the Portkey incident, Harry Potter—the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy finally realized how weak he is. A little more luck than others, he even struggled weakly under the shadow of Voldemort's minions and dementors.

When facing the enemy, he didn't know how to deal with it at all, and his mind was so blank that he couldn't even recite an effective spell.

Of course, being young and having no combat experience is certainly the reason for the lack of counterattack ability, but Mr. Potter is absolutely unwilling to admit that the reason for this situation is that he has not studied hard in school for the past two years and is too lazy.

In fact, little Potter was more afraid of dementors than dark wizards - he was extremely afraid of the cold and rotten and desperate breath that soaked into the bone marrow.

He had heard from Professor Lupine that there was an uncommon, intermediate-to-advanced Patronus Charm for dealing with dementors, and he wanted to learn it.So Little Potter went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. Although Lupine looked very bad, he was still very happy to help the Savior.As far as Porter Jr. was concerned, Lupine's poor physical condition was not entirely due to illness.His appetite had dropped badly since he drank Snape's potion, before Harry saw him even swallowing two slices of bread as if he was swallowing mud, his eyebrows, nose and eyes were all wrinkled together, and his stomach was still nauseous.

――Snape must have given Professor Lupine a chronic poison.

Little Potter believed it. Although Snape had saved him, even a blind man could see the grudge between him and Professor Lupine. The dark and narrow-minded Slytherin would definitely play tricks in the potion.

However, this poison does not seem to be fatal, it only makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Oh no, Harry, you've got to think something meaningful, positive, heartfelt, and joyful, and your lack of concentration—" Lupine sat on the old box that closed the Boggart pant.His face was haggard, with deep dark circles around his eye sockets, and even the little flesh he had raised in Hogwarts a few days ago was gone.Little Potter, on the other hand, was completely paralyzed across from him, breathing heavily, his emerald green eyes unfocused.

Practicing the Patronus Charm is of course not a real dementor, those horrible creatures don't know humility and will be more than happy to suck all the joy out of you.Wizards who learn the spell are usually replaced by boggarts brought in by their instructors—and it's not always useless for magical creatures to exhibit traits that others fear.

"But, professor—I really missed those happy ones—" Little Potter's gaze finally focused, he adjusted his glasses that were tilted to the side, his arms trembled, and he took out the half-melted glasses from his trouser pocket with difficulty. Chocolate, stuff it in your mouth.

"What have you been thinking?"

"The sweater Mrs Weasley gave me, Quidditch."

"No, Harry, I think that's not enough. More intense pleasure."

"However, I really don't have any pleasant memories. The happiness in my life is after coming to Hogwarts—"

"Okay, Harry." Lupine squatted in front of him, reaching out to touch his head. "Come here today, let's talk about something else—do you know Sirius Black?"

What Little Potter never expected was that the next day Lupine was temporarily unable to teach him the Patronus Charm due to illness. Lupine hoped that Dumbledore could teach him personally, but the cheerful old man with white beard kept him away. The kick was given to Snape.

Merlin!It never really occurred to him to ask Snape to teach, he'd rather not learn.

Seeing the Potions Professor's instantly darkened face and gloomy eyes, Little Potter burst into tears.

"Potter!" The deep voice, with obvious impatience, rang in his ears like an explosion, and little Potter immediately came back to his senses.He saw Snape scooping up the potion from his cauldron with a long ladle.

"Please tell me, Mr. Potter—where did your off-kilter thoughts fly? Or do you have noble ears that all knowledge is superfluous to the great savior, and you can possess Merlin without listening to lectures? "

Harry saw Malfoy laughing at him, and even the clumsy Goyle was pointing at him.

"I didn't—" he tried to defend himself.

"Then tell me, what are the words circled in red pen on the blackboard?" Snape looked down at him with no expression on his face.

"Stir ten and a half times clockwise," Harry whispered.

"Very well, I'm glad you can read, Potter. So how do you do it?" Snape's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile, and everyone stared at Harry.

Gryffindors were mourning his bad luck, and Slytherins were laughing at the Savior for being out of his mind.

"I stirred it twice...maybe three times? Counterclockwise?" Harry's voice was even quieter—he was distracted just now, and even he himself couldn't remember how many times he stirred it, whether it was clockwise or counterclockwise.

"Sorry, please say it again, I didn't hear clearly." Snape folded his hands on his chest, his dark eyes seemed to see through him, and his sarcastic smile became colder and colder.

"I think I stirred counterclockwise three times," said Harry aloud.

"Three times..." Snape's deep voice sounded like a whisper in everyone's ears, with a suppressed magic.He was silent for a few seconds in front of Little Potter's console. "you sure?"

There was a muffled roar of laughter from the Slytherins.

Harry's face went from pale to pale.

Ron opened his mouth. Although he had been cutting the material, Harry seemed to be stirring more than ten and a half times from the corner of his eye.

At this time, a white hand was raised from among the Slytherin students, and Snape habitually said, "What's the problem?" Then he found that the one who raised his hand was actually Moore who always wanted to be ignored in class s.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched. Sometimes he really didn't understand what Moers was thinking. He was an old monster who existed for thousands of years, and he also liked to pretend to be a student.

Wan Mo blinked, "Professor Snape, I want to correct you, just now Potter stirred a total of thirteen times - six times clockwise and seven times counterclockwise."

Miss Gryffindor Know-It-All, not far from the Savior, covered her face with her hands.

Little Malfoy sneered and raised his chin, thumbing down at Harry.

"10 points from Gryffindor for not paying attention in class, and another 5 points from Gryffindor for lying." Snape immediately disappeared the potion, and then his gloomy and thin face was blank again. The expression, the dark eyes stared at the savior, completely unable to see the ups and downs of emotion. "There are still 10 minutes before the end of get out of class, I hope you have time to cook a pot again—although I think it would be more appropriate for you to give up directly ruining Hogwarts potion ingredients and go back with a 'T' grade. "

"From today, Potter, come to the cellar after dinner and be confined for a week."

If anyone is dissatisfied with the Patronus Charm Professor who is using this confinement as an excuse, there will be three people, but if there is anyone who is the most dissatisfied, it is definitely Wan Mo.

"...ExpectoPatronum——(Call God Guardian)"

"too slow!"

"Expecto Patronum——"

"Potter! Your stupid behavior makes me wonder what Lupine has taught you? Facing dementors, your wand is held up straight before you begin to cast spells-you think this is a house-like etiquette Glossy fair duel? Do you think it needs to be saluted and called '1, 2, 3 on'?"

"Ferrigus, do you think Mr. Potter will learn faster if I summon a real dementor?" Wan Mo propped his chin on the desk, his white and slender fingers touching the hard surface of the desk. A dense patch of holes was poked out, and then with the palm of my hand, a dark light flashed, and the tabletop returned to its original state, but the white fingers immediately poked new holes on it again. "It is said that there is pressure to make progress. Could it be that the kid is learning so slowly because he is facing a Boggart?"

"Oh, my great master." Lizard Dragon held his little paws in front of his chest, flattering his face, "Perhaps you can call the messenger of death directly instead of summoning such defective products once and for all."

"..." Wan Mo. ==

I just need to hook my fingers once and for all, I don't even need to summon.

Wan Mo looked at Snape, who had already entered the venomous and irritable mode—yes, maybe we should just kill Little Potter, the sweet old bee, and Voldemort, so as not to disturb their two-person world because of such things. . 【Hello! 】In fact, the development of things now has gradually deviated from the original "Harry Potter", maybe this is because this world is only a secondary space based on the main world as a template and the HP story as an extension?

Up to now, Wan Mo no longer has much interest in watching the theater that he had been obsessed with for thousands of years.Snape's human lifespan is doomed to be short, he wants to spend more time with the two of them, and even wants to just end the annoying "Harry Potter" plot, but with the pride of a lover, he will never be happy—— Snape didn't even want to see him meddling more in wizarding affairs.

Wan Mo looked indifferently at the little wizard who showed displeasure and had to wave his wand at the dementor (Boggart)—he would never be able to bear the humiliation of his lover because of this little thing like the original book Dangerous and notorious to be a spy and even die in people's disgust.If Dumbledore had a similar proposal, Wanmo would not mind harvesting his soul in advance.

As an existence that has been separated from human identity for thousands of years, Wan Mo's heart is far colder than he imagined - he even sank a continent overnight, leaving thousands of people in the salty and cold water Experiences of struggle and despair in life -- whether male, female, young or old, rich or poor, vicious or kind.

He just stood still in the dark sea water, watching the living beings slowly sinking into the dark seabed one by one.

As a god of death, what he has to do is to cut off the vitality of those who should die according to the law.

Wanmo's heart, except for the few soft places, has long been as cold and hard as the eternally cold and biting permafrost in the polar underground through the capture of hundreds of millions of lives.

Perhaps he will never be able to regain the feelings he had when he was a human being - revisiting those cherished memories again and again, until they have become as dull as silent and blurred black and white movies, Wan Mo's soul has long been polished by the years And in the precipitation of history, it has become the same as the throne of the God Realm—cold, desolate, lonely, depressing, and suffocatingly high.

Until I met Snape.

This stubborn man brought to life a part of his soul that longed for him -- like sand in a desert thirsty for water.That strong feeling seemed to fill his desire for him only by tearing him down and eating him whole, and keeping his flesh and soul imprisoned in his body forever.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Snape drove little Potter out of the cellar.

Snape rubbed his swollen temples, Little Potter's learning ability is really unsatisfactory - especially when he meets a mentor like him who is impatient with little trolls, his clumsiness is doubled.

Restored to a small silver ball, the Boggart huddled in the corner of the potion storage room, not daring to come out, not daring to run, the terrifying presence in the house required him to do his best to scare the little wizard.

"What form is your patron saint? Severus." Wan Mo asked suddenly.

Snape turned his head and looked at him, but didn't answer, instead he went to the desk and picked up a little troll's homework - in order to teach little Potter, he hadn't had time to correct the rubbish today.

"What is it?" A warm body pressed against his hand holding the quill, and the familiar breath sprayed on his neck.

"Mers!" Snape glared at him displeased.

"I want to see." Dark eyes greeted him.

After staring into those gentle eyes for a moment, Snape twisted the corners of his mouth twice, and drew out his wand: "ExpectoPatronum—"

A faint shadow spewed out from the end of the stick, it was not pure white silver, but a form completely different from other patron saints - it was a translucent and dark shadow, in the shape of a human, with a faint dark glow emanating from it , the entire face is shrouded in a cloak-like shadow - no dazzling white light, no liveliness and warmth of the sun, but it makes people feel peaceful, cool and at ease, it just stands there quietly, letting anyone Neither can be ignored.

Just like Wan Mo who stays gentle by the Potions Master's side.

Snape waved his wand again, and the Patronus disappeared.

"Now, Mr. Moores, can you get out of the way?" Snape seemed to push the people around him impatiently, but through the black hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks like a curtain, Wan Mo could vaguely see the roots of his ears dyed pink. .

He blinked, stuck it up, and kissed that cute ear.

"Damn——I still have a dozen jobs—" Snape grimaced and grabbed the hand that was about to slip into his robe, and the wet touch of the tongue sliding on his ear made him feel his scalp numb.

"Oh, darling, let me do it--I never wanted to do it with you so much. . . . There's Ferrigues at work."—