Hogwarts snake wizard

In the days that followed, Samael's little life was quite fulfilling.

Bring a baby, read a book, research, train.

Not only train the friends, but also train the cooperation between the Big Four and the snake people.

The Snake Ancestor did not disappoint him, and the improvement of spiritual power allowed them to play with enemies who were weaker than themselves by illusion alone.

In the face of enemies stronger than yourself, you can rely on controlling the five senses, affecting the accuracy of the enemy's spells in a small area, and the escape skills are first-class.

Samael has recently been exercising their ability to release and control the Fire Spell, and the mental power to control this type of spell can be said to be very fast.

The ability to save their lives is not what Samael really expects from them.

Samael originally wanted to rely on quantity to crush and replace high-end combat power, so that he could be cultivated one by one.

But nature is fair, and the rules of nature do not allow too strong races to reproduce equally strongly.

Therefore, after five generations, snake people will completely transform into snake beasts in half a month, and in the end, even wisdom will be dominated by snake instincts.

So he had to train attentively, but fortunately, the loyalty of the snake man did not need to be considered by him, which made him worry a lot less.

While Samael was lying on a snake bed thinking about what the future was headed, a gray owl trembled and pecked at his window.

After all, the huge python in the room was too scary.

"12 o'clock, Riddle's old house!" a

letter and a brooch-shaped portkey.

Samael waved off the timid owl and smiled slightly, his smile cold and murderous.

Long gone, my dear teacher!

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At night, the moon hangs high in the sky.

Samael was dressed in a decent formal suit, his white shirt was slightly open, and his white hair shimmered in the moonlight, making him look like a nobleman of the night.

After the third year, Hogwarts no longer restricted students' dress, except for formal occasions in the House, and Samael's small group unanimously chose black formal wear.

The high-grade suit materials allow them to not affect their action even in large-scale battles.

In the face of a "long-lost" teacher, Samael naturally wants to show his best condition.

As soon as he teleported, Samael saw a flash of green light, and an old Muggle man fell straight to the ground.

"Teacher, good Yaxing!"

Samael smiled slightly, clapped his hands, and walked towards Voldemort.

Inner spit: Damn, it's really ugly, chicken paw-like hands, crimson skin, snake scales.

If a baby looks like this, it is estimated that he will have to throw the trash can at birth.

"My

servants have energy far beyond yours, but they have not come to me.

Xiao Fu's voice was hoarse, and his tone could not be heard from joy and anger.

"Master, I am faithful and I found you.

Peter Pettigrew interjected just in time.

"Shut up, you're afraid of that..."

"I have to say, Samael, your curse is wonderful, cruel and full of energy.

Voldemort didn't have a good face on Peter, and directly reprimanded, and then said to the pleasant-looking Samael.

"Teacher, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still so down.

Samael was not his servant, and he didn't value his emotions very much.

Before the "little" Fu could respond, Little Barty on the side couldn't bear that someone was talking to the Dark Lord like this.

A spell flew directly towards Samael.

"Teacher, your servant is really rude.

Samael responded with a smile, letting the spell crash into the barrier in front of him.

"Silent and wandless casting?" Even

little Barty didn't mean to underestimate Samael, but was surprised by his outstanding magic attainment.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"Crush

the bone!" "Drill the bone

!" As little Barty recited the spell, the spell increased in power, but Samael remained motionless, and the barrier in front of him rippled at most.

"It's my turn!"

Samael smiled coldly, and countless chains popped out of the void, firmly imprisoning him.

Samael's fingers were slightly open, a transparent little Barty was torn out, and the shouts of terror resounded throughout the cabin.

This can be said to be an upgraded version of Pettigrew Peter's curse, and "The Lament of the Soul" is the last lesson that the old man taught Samael.

In the first grade, he found it obscure, but now he can use it with ease.

"Forgive him, he is my faithful servant!" Voldemort's

face was calm, and Samael could hear an undeterrent in his tone.

Samael nodded slightly, removed the spell, directly let go of little Barty, looked at the face that would rather die unyielding, kicked him away by the way, and quietly admired his expression for the rest of his life.

The power of silence has a great blessing on his black magic, and except for the two demon kings, Samael does not pay attention to anyone.

It was not that he was arrogant, during the first wizarding war, Credence, who had mastered the power of silence, was used by Grindelwald as a weapon to kill Dumbledore.

It can be seen that the horror of silent power, coupled with the ability given by his series of systems, a small Barty is really not worth mentioning.

"Samael, are you still willing to be loyal to the Great Dark Lord!"

"I am not your servant, my loyalty stems from you being my teacher, nothing more.

Samael thought for a moment and said decisively, implying that I just respect you, not the kind of poor worm crawling under your feet.

He didn't know if this "sincere" answer could impress Voldemort, but let him grovel and dream

! Xiao Fu stared at Samael's snake pupils, a green and red gaze, allowing them to see each other's true hearts.

Little Barty and Peter kept their heads down without saying a word, under this heavy low pressure, waiting for the Dark Lord's answer.

Master, don't punish, you are not the Dark Lord of the year, force him to rush, we all have to die!

This kid, too arrogant, actually talked to the master like this, he deserves to die, he really deserves to die.

The two servants were different in their hearts, Peter only wanted to save his life, Samael impressed him so deeply that his legs did not stop chattering from the moment Samael arrived.

Barty Jr.'s hand holding his wand tightened, ready to strike, and no one could humiliate his master, even if he had to pay with his life.

"Hahahahaha!" A

husky laugh broke the solemn atmosphere, and Voldemort laughed rarely.

The sound is so ugly that it's like someone scratching glass with a nail.

"From now on, you will be my disciple, you will be the little master of the army of Death Eaters!"

"Disgusting~ I'm not rare at all, a bunch of crooked dates, give me nothing and I don't want it."

Samael suppressed his inner activity, and the words came to his lips again.

"I am honored, my teacher!"

Samael bowed with a smile.

After a moment of pleasantries, Samael turned away after leaving a bottle of unicorn unicorn powder for the Dark Lord.

This thing can make Voldemort's state much better at this time.

Of course, when she left, she didn't forget to let Rebecca devour the body of the old Muggle man by the way.

Rebecca loves the process of provoking Nagini.

"Samael, I hope you don't let me down!" Looking

at Samael's back, Voldemort was dark and indifferent.

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