Hogwarts snake wizard

Time flies, and after Samael solves the Chamber of Secrets monsters, Hogwarts students can have a wonderful Christmas break.

Sitting on the Muggle plane, Samael looked at the scenery outside the field, pleasing to the green, his heart was calm, his mind was leisurely, and the natural energy lingering around him unconsciously changed with his state of mind.

Of course, if only there were no cash bags around.

"Samael, I can't believe you didn't prepare a Christmas present for me.

Samael looked back at Branson, who looked resentful, not bothering to deal with him, but instead looked at Derek.

The divine thunder that fell from the sky is still fresh in his memory, and he still wants a gift?

"Derek, do you like the gift?"

Derek smiled shyly, very happy. Samael's Christmas gift was delivered to his heart.

The two were idle and bored, ready to accompany Branson home for Christmas, this guy had not been home for two years.

A month before Christmas, he received a letter from Daniel's father, saying that he was going to take Ms. Claire on a romantic New Year's trip, and Samael had no intention of being the shiny light bulb, so he chose to stay at school.

Derek is even worse, his father helped him research and cultivate dementors was discovered by old man Newt, the old man threw his son out in a fit of anger, his father wanted to anger his son, but in the end it still hurt, so he could only choose to be out of sight and out of mind, and took his wife to his father-in-law's house for the holidays.

Seeing that Branson was "pitiful", the two decided to accompany him home together to see if they could get the Thunderbird.

In this group of people, he is now left without bloodline fusion.

As soon as he got off the plane, Samael saw the out-of-place figure in the crowd.

Gray sports hoodie, I don't know how powerful power is hidden under the strong body, it is a man who combines wildness and elegance, mature and handsome, and the eyes of women will always seem to stay on him.

The man ignored those eager gazes, but instead ran eagerly towards them and hugged Branson tightly.

"My dear nephew, I haven't seen you for a long time, how can you be willing to leave your lovely and charming uncle behind.

"Their relationship is so good, and it's not as irresponsible as Branson says."

Derek asked, looking at the close uncle and nephew.

"Yes, it is indeed a good relationship.

Samael pouted, and if he hadn't heard the sound of ribs breaking the moment the two hugged, he would have almost believed it.

"Hello, my name is Neil, I am Branson's uncle, you must be Samael, Branson often writes to mention you and thank you for taking care of him. The

man let go of Branson, who was about to suffocate, shook Samael's hand warmly, and the two chatted politely for a while, in contrast, Derek was much more restrained and very shy.

Samael instead thinks Neil likes Derek more, and doesn't know if Newt's genes are at work.

"Okay, let's go home and talk, you must be tired all the way back." Neil

helped the three put their suitcases in the back seat and got into the car together.

The U.S. Ministry of Magic's control over wizards is almost pathological, and the wands of foreign wizards must be closely monitored.

In 1842, there was even a terrorist riot because of this incident, but all of them were suppressed by the Ministry of Magic, which also made the United States the last place for dark wizards to come.

Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic only monitors wands and does not restrict the use of magic, which has led to the emergence of a large number of high-level wizards without wands and intelligent creatures who do not rely much on wands.

Entering the country, Samael and Derek did not bring wands at all when they came, and the two were not highly dependent on wands, so they did not take the channel of the Ministry of Magic, but entered the United States as Muggles.

Fortunately, once Derek's surname is exposed, it will definitely receive a strict inspection from the Ministry of Magic.

The old man was not a master who kept his own peace and security.

"Branson, don't you notice something is wrong?" a

few people sat on Neil's self-thought handsome Audi 100, but in fact very ugly, listening to the most powerful music, and racing all the way.

Samael sensed that several creatures of a magical nature were approaching.

"No, what's the problem?"

Branson sniffed sideways and nose, but found nothing unusual, but he knew that Samael was not the kind of person who was untargeted.

Samael frowned, he was now quite sure that there was a problem, on weekdays Branson could smell even if he had showered or not, and his ears could hear what he said even from one academy, and such an obvious problem would not be noticed.

"Damn, it's sage.

Neil cursed and turned the steering wheel urgently, almost throwing Branson out.

Samael knew that the smoke formed after the sage burned was effective in isolating the werewolf's sense of hearing and smell.

Several cars that were tracking no longer hid their tracks and crashed directly into them.

"Bang. A

loud sound sounded, Neil dodged without hurry, and the car was directly knocked off the road.

The car that followed behind crashed as if it were deadly, and soon, Samael's car instantly became fragmented.

"You managed to me off. Neil

tore the door and transformed into a 3-meter-tall werewolf, his ice-blue pupils flashing with bloodthirsty light.

The wounds on the body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Branson looked at Samael and the others' situation and followed closely.

Sen Ran's killing intent rushed straight into the sky, rushing towards the people who attacked them.

"Snow monster, or ogre?"

Samael looked at the monster with black and yellow fangs, Samael acted calm.

Samael used the Iron Armor Charm on himself just before the crash, and he and Derek didn't have a mess.

He always knew that Branson had a terrifying opponent, originally thought it was just a werewolf, but did not think that there were other monsters, this trip was worth it.

"Wow, is this the romance of men?"

Derek poked his head out, watching Branson and Neil bring out the flesh and blood of their enemies with every swing of their claws.

The snow monsters are obviously not the opponents of the uncle and nephew, but there are just a lot of people.

"Bang! bang! bang!"

Samael snapped his fingers, and the limbs of the three monsters led by him were all blown off, lying on the ground and groaning in pain.

"Good resilience, but nowhere near Branson.

Samael looked at the slowly recovering snow monster, and his tone was calm, making the others shudder.

"Branson, quick fix!"

Samael ignored the others and poured a small dose of venom into the snow monster's mouth.

He then threw it into the box he was carrying.

Such good experimental materials cannot be wasted.

Branson's long mane appeared on his neck, which almost turned into an afterimage at a fast speed, and the necks of the snow monsters were suddenly torn where the claws passed.

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