Hogwarts snake wizard

"Mr. Gaunt, can you tell me what you really think?"

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore looked solemnly at Samael.

Even though he had lowered the "passing mark" very low, Samael still did not pass.

Asking Peter Pettigrew to find Voldemort has touched his bottom line.

Snape on the side didn't say a word, like an ornament, a straight hooked pestle there.

"Professor, do you believe in fate?"

Samael did not answer positively, but asked in a serious manner.

"Go on!"

Dumbledore's tone did not wave, and no one could see the deep look behind the lenses.

It's really too similar.

"Asking Peter to go to Voldemort is not my own initiative, it is a guide of fate.

"I believe in destiny, and I believe that everything in this world runs according to the trajectory arranged by fate."

"But I don't believe in fate, I like the old Eastern saying 'man conquers the sky,' so I became strong enough to control everything and escape the shackles of fate."

Samael spoke in the calmest tone, said the most arrogant words, but everyone in the room did not believe that he could not do it, this child had already done too many miracles.

"Professor, we all know the truth that Voldemort can't die, and if you want to kill him completely, you can't avoid letting him show his flaws.

Samael didn't want to hear them complain about themselves and reveal the cruelest truth.

With the clue of "Horcruxes" alone, there will never be a chance to completely kill Voldemort.

Dumbledore was speechless by his chokes, and felt more and more that Samael looked like that person.

"Then make an unbreakable vow, Mr. Gaunt!"

Dumbledore looked at Samael calmly.

"Dumbledore!"

Snape on the side finally couldn't sit still, he didn't expect Dumbledore to do so much.

"It's okay Professor, I do.

Samael smiled indifferently and did not refute that before Dumbledore died, only this could completely dispel the old fox's concerns.

Samael's arm naturally rested on Dumbledore's arm.

Two golden rays of light wrapped around each other.

"Would you like to

kill Voldemort with your own hands

!""""I do!"""Would you like not to take the initiative to harm the students of Hogwarts!"

"Do you want

to not actively harm the wizarding world!""

A

series of three questions completely blocked Samael's way to become a villain in the future, and he obviously sensed that there was an extra shackle on his soul.

Dumbledore and Snape both breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Samael was relieved that Snape's "inactivity" gave him great freedom.

Samael snorted coldly and appropriately expressed his "dissatisfaction".

In fact, such an oath did not bind him at all, killing Voldemort was also one of his goals, and he was not interested in harming the "weak chicken" of Hogwarts.

As for endangering the wizarding world, as long as he firmly believes that he killed the cancer of the wizarding world, it is not a danger to the magical world.

Besides, it was all done by the snake people, and it was about Samael.

"I have to say, Mr. Gaunt, you are very talented in language, why don't you try to convince our great Minister of Magic, after all, the latest version is still provided by you, isn't it?"

Old Glass, who was obviously in a good mood, looked at Samael mockingly.

"If I really had that strong linguistic charisma, I wouldn't need to make unbreakable vows in this situation.

Samael gave him a blank look, but didn't leave.

"If you want to fight Voldemort, it's better to change to an obedient Minister of Magic, it's a mud that can't be held up, and it will only drag your feet.

"Don't mention your hypocritical great personality, we all know very well that Fudge's election as Minister of Magic was your promotion to him.

Samael looked at the swallowing Dumbledore, and without waiting for him to answer, he directly ripped off the fig leaf.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, but finally did not agree with Samael.

"Indecision!"

Fudge's ability to lead the Ministry in a chaotic situation is well known.

Samael does not understand.

As soon as his words fell, a green light flashed in the fireplace, and Fudge hurriedly came out, chirping.

"Where's Sirius

?" "Where's the fugitive?"

danced like a clown, looking at Dumbledore before hastily avoiding his eyes.

Listening to Dumbledore elaborate on what happened, Samael didn't understand why the dragon would explain it to an ant.

Watching Fudge want to be tough and jealous of Dumbledore's incompetence, Samael felt more and more stupid to link magic and politics.

Peter Pettigrew isn't dead?"

Fudge knew very well that imprisoning a hero in Azkaban for 12 years would definitely take a big blow to the credibility of the Ministry.

Especially this person is also a member of the ancient Black family.

To convince Fudge, Snape also pulled out the memories in his brain about all this.

As a master of brain occlusion, it is not difficult to modify one's own memory.

Looking at the naïve Professor Snape, Samael was a little speechless, don't people believe you?

In order not to embarrass Snape, Samael did not hold back after all.

"Are you... That kid from the Gaunt family, you don't understand, kid..."

Fudge thought about Samael's identity and wanted to stop him from speaking.

"No, Minister, you thought wrong.

"This matter is the Ministry of Magic's mistake, mistaking the hero for a prisoner."

"But you're not wrong.

"It was you who found out the truth of the matter after you took office. "

It's you, who saved the ancient Black family heir from a hellish life."

"I think all pureblood families will thank you for your great contributions during your tenure!"

Samael's voice was full of seduction, and the beautiful blueprint made Fudge blush, making him even feel that he could receive a Merlin Medal of the First Class at the end of his term.

Looking at Fudge, who left in confusion, Samael gave Snape an idiot-looking look.

Who would have thought that the usually shrewd Professor Snape would be a political idiot.

"Fudge is not fit to be the Minister of Magic, and if you insist, he will not end well.

Samael walked away without looking back, he didn't believe that Dumbledore couldn't solve Fudge.

Everything is just to see Samael's performance.

Looking at Samael's back, Dumbledore's smile converged.

"He's really like you, Gellert Grindelwald!"