The day to become the final boss

Snape was alone in the potions office, the wood in the fireplace crackling slightly as he was grading the potions homework for the little trolls.

Mers went back to the mysterious place.Last night, he told him with a gentle smile that he was only leaving for two days, and gave him a shallow, comforting kiss.

But the one who left with him turned out to be Lockhart—or was it the monster named Lockhart?

Snape saw Lockhart's expression before he left again—at the moment when Moores disappeared, the monster turned his head and showed him an extremely elegant smile, but that reserved and elegant smile was full of Complacency, contempt, ridicule, sarcasm, and other things that are unclear.

It seems that Moores is not leaving temporarily, but——

The quill in Snape's hand made a deep mark on the parchment. Even the elegant handwriting of the Slytherin snakes was wearing down his extremely lacking patience all the time.He threw away the quill in his hand, sighed, leaned back on the chair, raised his head like someone who was about to suffocate, and covered his face with his hands.

The office in the cellar hadn't been so quiet for a long time. Ferriges took Fluffy to visit the secret room where the basilisk was kept in captivity. The potions professor's office was a bit too eerie.

Without the close body temperature of Moores, Snape felt a little cold.He flicked his wand to make the fire burn more vigorously in the fireplace, and then continued to write scathing comments on the snakes' potion homework-of course, those very Snape-esque words were short enough for people to read. Gryffindor cubs are envious.

After Snape corrected his homework, he sat in a daze on his seat. After a while, he realized that he should go to watch the night.

It wasn't until late at night that Snape returned to the cellar covered in damp cold.He took a shower as usual, climbed onto the big dark green bed, and nestled in the thick quilt, but the more he lay down, the colder he felt.

The fire in the fireplace was still burning vigorously, but it didn't seem to bring him much warmth. The cold forced him to curl up his limbs, just like when he was a boy.

He forced himself to close his eyes and empty his mind.

……

In the early morning, Snape was awakened by the morning cold, and he subconsciously touched his side, trying to find the familiar, warm body temperature.

After groping a few times, all I could find was a cold sheet.

Snape turned over and sat up suddenly, his hoarse voice was full of doubts, "Mers?"

Then he suddenly remembered that Mers was not there.He withdrew his slightly stiff arms and lay silent on the bed for a while.

The fire in the grate had died out, and the cellar room seemed darker and more silent than ever.

Snape fingered the air: 5:47.

He got out of bed to wash, and stared in the mirror for a while, then Mr. Snape was very dissatisfied with his slack attention, and he decided to change the current situation by brewing a potion.

But he didn't expect that he would almost blow up his cauldron because he lost his mind in the middle of the process—the last time the cauldron was blown up was when Lily died.

The Potions Professor was upset about his mental state - he didn't know what it was for - there were Moers' towels and toothbrushes in the bathroom, and Moers's tableware and shoe cabinets in the cupboard There are still his slippers in it...Mers will be back soon.

After looking at these familiar things, Snape tidied himself up a bit, put on his robe and left the cellar.Not only did he have two grades of Potions class today, but he also had to take the third grade's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Today doesn't look like a good day.

The little animals in Hogwarts seemed a little trembling, because the terrifying Potions Professor looked more gloomy than ever.

His face was stiff, the corners of his mouth were pulled down, his dark eyes were as lifeless as black holes, and the black air pressure that was visible to the naked eye was almost overflowing around him, making everyone who faced him feel chills down their spines.

The little lions frightened the younger students—the old bat's vampire skills had evolved again, and he might suck up all the little wizards at Hogwarts one day on a whim.

So when the terrified Neville ran into the Potions Master looking down on him on the stairs, he let out a terrible scream.

With a livid face, Snape said slowly, "Thirty points will be deducted from Gryffindor, because Longbottom shamelessly flaunted a scream comparable to a banshee in an attempt to replace the warning bell at Hogwarts."

The black robe slid past Neville, and the child was still blankly maintaining a terrified expression with its mouth wide open.

When Snape walked a full five or six meters away, he closed his mouth, and there was a little steam in his big eyes.

Suddenly, Snape stopped again.He turned his head, the curtain-like black hair covered half of his face, Neville could only see his protruding nose and a creepy smirk - and of course, his pale cheeks.

"Labor service, two weeks, you can go to Filch's after the last class in the afternoon, Longbottom." The potions professor's deep, silky voice seemed to be whispering.

Neville's face suddenly turned pale.

Of course, poor Longbottom was not the only one who was lucky enough to experience the horror of the upgraded version of the Snake King. In just one day, Hogwarts was full of little wizards wailing about the discoloration of bats.

Even Dumbledore asked Snape at dinner if he had any difficulties and needed help. Christmas was coming soon, and he hoped that the professors would be in a good mood during the holiday.

Snape fiddled with the plate a few times with the table knife, put down the cutlery, and returned to the cellar.

The sun had gone down, and Mers had not come back.

That night, Snape didn't sleep all night. After grading his homework, he went out to watch the night, and then sat on the sofa, waiting.

Time passed little by little, his heart was eroded by the coldness little by little, and sank little by little.

But Moers didn't come back.

Another morning.

The early morning in the cellar was terribly cold, and Snape was still sitting on the sofa like last night, even his position hadn't changed much.

He didn't even light the fireplace all night.

The morning cold made him stiff, and the cold made his limbs numb.

"Liar." Snape whispered with a hoarse and dry voice, curling his pale and stiff fingers.

His eye sockets were dark blue, and his thin lips were a little purple from the cold.

Mers lied to him.

Snape frantically overturned everything in front of him, covered his head and buried his face between his knees.

"Alohomora." Snape opened the student dormitory door.

Since tomorrow is Christmas, Moers' hapless roommate has already packed up his things and started his journey home.

Entering the ceiling-to-floor room of subdued dark colors, Snape froze - because of the striking portrait in the room.

"Severus??!" The red-haired woman in the portrait screamed in surprise, her face almost pressed against the frame.

"...Lily?"

It never occurred to Snape that Lily's portrait could still be seen in this world—you must know that she died so young and in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to make a portrait.

"Oh, Merlin! Snot... Snape, what are you doing here?" James Potter stretched out a shaggy head from the side, with a displeased expression on his face, and was slapped away by Lily. "James, don't make trouble, go aside."

"..." Snape.

Damn it, why did Potter and Lily stay in the same picture frame after he died? (Hey, they are legal couples)

"I said... Severus, you don't look well?" Lily noticed Snape's black eyes and pale face, and considered her words, "Mers... why didn't he come with you?" come over?"

Snape pursed his thin lips, his eyes were a little hollow.

"Oh, there's no need to ask, it must be snot... Snape was abandoned!" Potter, who was dissatisfied with being slapped away by Lily, interjected angrily from the side.

Snape's face suddenly turned from pale to pale.

"Shut up, James!" Lily glared, and old Potter whimpered and turned to a corner of the picture frame, where he couldn't see from the outside.

Lily watched Snape's empty eyes and clenched hands.

"Severus—is there a misunderstanding somewhere?"

"There is no misunderstanding, just like what Potter said, he left and didn't come back at the appointed time." Snape's deep voice was as dry as if it had been polished by sandpaper, and there was a trace of pain in his dark eyes.

"That's got to be something he got stuck on," Lily retorted almost immediately, taking a deep breath, before continuing "—listen to me, my friend, as far as I know Mers, absolutely There won't be the problem James said - you don't know how important you are to him, and from the day he came back here, the topic of Moores is all about you."

"But he didn't damn come back!" Snape growled like a beast from his throat, but the hollowness in his eyes receded.

"Don't yell at me, Severus." Lily put her hands on her hips in displeasure, and then said, "If you think about it, there should be some connection between you?"

After a moment of silence, Snape suddenly thought of something, immediately turned around and strode out.

"Remember to come and see me~ Severus."

After Lily's reminder, Snape suddenly remembered two things that he had forgotten for a day and a night.

Snape returned to the cellar office, which was still deserted.

He turned and went to the Forbidden Forest, passing through twisted trees, to the cave where Ferigus kept his treasures, and destroyed two of them with Fiendfire.

"Who! Who dares to touch the dragon??" With a 'snap', a small lizard with big golden eyes suddenly appeared in the cave out of thin air.

"Hey~!" There was also a purple sea urchin.

"Severus?" Ferigus looked at the black-faced Snape suspiciously, feeling that his complexion was extremely bad, but in the next second, Comrade Lizard let out a shrill sound towards the wreckage of the treasure on the ground. Roaring "Oooohoo!!! My poor treasure——!"

Snape ignored the broken and howling little lizards on the ground. He grabbed the young sea urchin dangling its soft tentacles and stared at it with cold eyes. "Listen—Flafe, take me to your master."

"Huh?" Shrunk, shaking the little tentacles.

"Right now!"

"Hey, hey——!!!!" (The darkness is so fierce!)