Hogwarts snake wizard

At the dinner at the end of the school year, listening to the cheers of the Ravenclaw students, Samael and the others were indifferent.

Compared to the honor of the academy, this group now pays more attention to personal glory.

Whether or not to win the House Cup is quite naïve in their opinion.

They have already been identified as "traitors" by various academies, and it does not matter to them whether this pediatric thing contributes or not.

In the teacher's seat, Sirius, who had recovered from his injuries, greeted Harry "dignifiedly".

While everyone was surprised by the change in the direction of the Ministry of Magic, it didn't matter to them.

Instead, they were expecting this elegant noble son to become a professor in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the next year.

It is worth mentioning that Lupin's werewolf identity was finally revealed under the disclosure of "people with hearts".

Even though the Shout Letter was listed as an unusable item, many still flew to Dumbledore's office.

No matter how he proved his noble qualities for Lupin, it was still extremely irresponsible to put a werewolf in the pile of small wizards.

"Samael, what are you looking at?"

Draco could rarely see such a sincere smile on Samael's face.

"My mother gave birth to a brother for me, how is it, it looks good!"

Samael thought that he could catch his mother's due date, but foreigners rarely paid attention to diet during pregnancy, and coupled with her slightly higher blood pressure, she gave birth early.

"This is your brother, how is he older than my uncle."

Draco looked at the little wrinkled thing and wondered inwardly.

Samael looked at Sirius's old face because of the prison, and directly kicked Draco.

"You know a der, newborn children are like this.

Theodore leaned over and looked at the child in the picture and glared at him with disdain.

Although he didn't know what der meant, through Samael's daily use, his intuition told him that it was just right for this place.

Samael ignored the idiot, and at this time he was like an arrow.

What shit Dark Lord, what shit White Lord, all lean back for me!

Finally, Samael didn't hold back, peed directly, and left the banquet through the mirror in the bathroom.

The banquet is fun for his brother, his luggage is usually carried with him, anyway, there will be no class this year, if nothing else, except for the flight class without results, the other classes are "O".

The other friends understood Samael's mood and were happy to cover for him.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back!"

Samael shuttled back home through the mirror, just about to surprise his parents.

But the scene in front of him almost frightened his jaw.

"Son, look how funny your brother is!"

Daniel's father shared this amazing child with Samael when he saw him.

"It's

fun?" "Where is the fun?"

"It's scary, isn't it!" "

Which newborn child can float in mid-air, this is the rhythm to scare Voldemort."

The eldest lady of the Avery family, who could have a magical riot at the age of four, could be called a genius by Voldemort, so what was this?

Samael ignored the old father's show-off, and hurriedly stepped forward and hugged his dear brother, gently pressing her palm on his forehead, carefully probing the source of magical power.

Samael's brows frowned, Claire's mother's curse was not completely eradicated after all, and the residual power parasitized in the baby's soul.

"Son, is it all right?"

Daniel asked worriedly at the sight of Samael's expression.

"Nothing, brother everything is normal!"

Samael smiled wryly, the power of divine and the power of curses combined in a clever way, and it was right to say "normal".

"I knew Beryl was fine.

When Daniel heard this, he couldn't help but go up and rub the baby's little face, making the little one frown.

"Beryl, who?"

Samael wondered.

"How did you kid become stupid, of course it's your brother."

Samael was a little speechless, his own name was bad enough, he had not been to church since he was a child, for fear of being burned as a heretic.

Now that his brother is called by such a name, his father and mother's heart is really big, and he can imagine what kind of life his brother will live in the future.

But the two, one is the serpent of Eden, the 12-winged serpentine angel, the other is the lazy lord of the seven monarchs of hell, and the lord of Solomon's seventy-two demon gods.

Samael glanced at her mother, who was still resting, did not bother, and quietly watched her father bullying her little brother.

"Son, you have also seen your brother's magical talent, and you will have to cover him

in the wizarding world in the future!" Daniel thought of the backward and dangerous wizarding world, and couldn't help but tell Samael.

Samael didn't answer, just nodded firmly.

Not to mention his energy, relying on this little guy's own ability alone, it is absolutely impossible for others to bully.

Samael teased Beryl carefully, watching him fall into a deep sleep, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

His body also contains two powers, curse and divine, and the little one will subconsciously get close to Samael.

This made Daniel, who is trying to be a good father, very surprised, obviously it was the result of his "hard work", how could this smelly boy get close to Samael.

But the two brothers really get along harmoniously.

The bright moonlight shone on the faces of the two brothers, which was soft and beautiful.

Daniel froze for a moment.

......

Some people are happy and some are worried, Samael's side enjoys kissing infinity, Pettigrew Peter is different.

Samael faked his death and revealed the truth of what had happened.

Now he is becoming more and more cautious, afraid that he will be accidentally recognized.

He wanted to be perfunctory to Samael's order, but a week later at night, the pain that penetrated into his bone marrow made him curl up unconsciously.

No matter what means he had, he could not stop this growing pain.

"Spare me, spare me!" He

didn't know if Samael could hear his plea, but he had no other way, the pain from the soul he really didn't want to experience again.

I had to bite the bullet and go to Albania.

He didn't care if Voldemort was dead or alive, but he had to find him if he wanted to live!