Hogwarts snake wizard

"Samael, do you think something isn't quite right with Brace? Heading

in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, Draco sneakily spoke to Samael, glancing at the tall figure in front of him.

"What's wrong? I've grown a lot taller and become a little more handsome.

Samael glanced at it and said absentmindedly.

"I've been observing this guy since the last two days, and he's not only full of energy, but also a lot more cheerful.

How could he have so many girlfriends if he wasn't cheerful?"

Samael rolled his eyes noncommittally and replied, from graduating sisters to young children, who didn't know that Blaise Zabini was a famous playboy.

"No, you take a good look, it's not cheerful, it's flamboyant, he's really not right." Seeing

that Draco was serious, Samael couldn't help but start staring at each other, and when he turned back, he found that Harry was also staring at Brace.

After carefully perceiving it, he found that there was actually a rich cursed light on this guy, and this light was extremely familiar to him.

"Fa~K!"

"Fakmerin!" "

Why did he become a snake man?" Samael

was speechless, secretly triggering the source of magic in his body.

A cloud of golden energy trembled in his body, the magic was turbulent, and a layer of golden scales flashed around Brace's neck.

Although the source of magic is sacred, it contains a strong ominous aura.

"Is the second generation of snake people? Or a descendant of number 4.

Samael smacked his lips, lamenting that the world was really small.

The ancestor of the No. 4 snake man is more familiar to him, a wizard from a down-and-out family from France, who looks no more than 20 years old, has a trace of Veela blood, and according to him, has some connections with the Dracoor family.

I don't know how I fell into Diagon Alley, I have a special love for handsome male witches, and I am obsessed with the improved version of the Romance.

Once wanted to strike at Samael, but after being beaten violently by him, he loaded it directly into the box.

So far, No. 4 is the one with the fewest descendants other than Harry, with no more than 10.

Unexpectedly, this descendant has developed to Hogwarts, and it seems that it has to be restricted, at least not by Hogwarts students.

Annoyed Dumbledore, he didn't even know how to die.

"What

do you want?"

Draco saw Samael fall into thought, and couldn't help but call him.

"Nothing, thinking about Brace.

"Maybe he talked about his boyfriend and discovered his true self."

Samael said casually.

Draco

knew Blais's orientation, but Samael's words always had an inexplicable meaning that he had to doubt.

On the road behind, neither of them entangled in this topic anymore, and there was nothing to say all the way, and Samael was also happy.

Draco was not surprised, and within two minutes he went to poke Harry, and after looking at the two who were in love and killing each other, Samael was helpless and gently stroked the back of the book.

"Well done, Samael, you did discover how to subdue this book.

The leader Hagrid gave Samael a big praise.

"Oh, by the way, Slytherin plus five.

Hagrid smiled shyly, making up for his mistake.

"Samael, can you lend me a look at your book?" said Theodore sheepishly.

Samael opened the book, pushed it to Theodore, and asked suspiciously,

"Didn't you buy it?"

Samael was stunned, and was about to say something when he heard Haiga showing off something there.

"

It's beautiful, isn't it!"

"Say hello to Buckbeak!"

Samael squeezed into the crowd, looking at the winged beast with the body of the horse and the head of the eagle, shining with a soft brilliance, and pouted disdainfully.

This is a big gap with the horned camel beast and the sac poison leopard he wants.

Hagrid explains in considerable detail how to get along with this amazing animal.

When it came to needing someone to bow, Samael was even more disdainful, shit pride.

He would not expose his weaknesses to the sharp beak of the other party in order to ride such a deformed creature.

"Which of you wants to say hello to him!"

Hagrid asked everyone, and everyone began to retreat in unison.

As far as the eye could see, only Harry, who did not react, and Draco, who was eager to try, remained in place.

Hagrid glanced at Samael, who didn't show up, a little tangled about who to let ride, neither of them would be the kind of person who would give in to each other.

In desperation, he had to go to the forest again and bring another winged beast with an eagle head horse.

After the distribution is even, new troubles arise.

Harry's head was fine, although proud, but he successfully sat on Buckbeak's body under Hagrid's food strategy.

It was Hagrid who held him like a baby, and it looked a little funny.

Draco wasn't so friendly, his blood-like feathers made him look domineering, and he had a big temper to match.

It wouldn't help how Draco bowed, even if Hagrid brought a lot of stoat, this guy couldn't just eat.

Samael was a little worried about this guy, but seeing that he endured it and didn't do anything stupid made him feel a lot relieved.

"I think it might be a little shy, I'll go get you another one..."

Hagrid, afraid of Draco's embarrassment, casually found a reason to comfort him.

Draco was impressive, he was not afraid of losing people, but he was afraid of losing people in front of Broken Ter.

The moment he lowered his head, his eyes were filled with violent magical fluctuations.

The others didn't feel anything, and Samael suddenly noticed a blood-colored hair growing between Draco's fingers.

The winged beast of the eagle head horse suddenly felt uneasy, but before it could struggle, the sharp blood line slammed into its brain, and its originally agile eyes instantly became dull.

Draco stood up, hammered its stiff back, and triumphantly patted its head, no longer the humility he had just had.

The rest of the crowd looked at this change curiously, but did not know why, only Samael glanced at him meaningfully.

"Good fellow, have the puppet curses been studied to this extent, it seems that this guy still wants to stab Moody!" Thinking

of the reason why he beat Draco last time, this is the only way to explain this guy's recent progress.

Draco glanced at Harry, conjured a set of saddles with transfiguration, and put on his mount with his own care.

He wanted to let Scarhead know what pure-blood elegance was.

The reins waved, and the blood-colored figure flew into the clouds first, and the whole set of actions flowed.

Harry followed, even if there were not so many bells and whistles, he showed as free as possible.

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