Hogwarts snake wizard

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, killing and setting fire to the sky.

Samael was slightly upset, and after beating Henrik Selwyn, who had just returned from the infirmary, again, he suddenly felt refreshed.

Guided by the nature spirits, he unconsciously walked to the depths of the Forbidden Forest. (The truth is that it's too idle to go on a night trip!!)

Today's small entourage is Finn, who is usually inconspicuous.

"Avadaso!"

Listening to the hoarse and crazy voice, Samael wondered who had the leisure to play the Unforgivable Curse so much on this big night.

"Ah!"

"How are these two, but in the original book, old Barty did die at the hands of little Barty at this time.

Such a coincidence allowed him to catch up.

"What is the situation in this magical world, how can there be so many famous scenes of fathers and sons?

Samael was speechless, before Draco stabbed the old father, coaxed the filial piety, and now little Battiso ordered the old Barty, filial piety is strong.

These two Crouching Dragon Phoenix chicks are still students of Hogwarts, and this Hogwarts human and political education is really bad.

"Oh, old Barty doesn't fall down.

"This sliding shovel is good, ugly is ugly, but it saved his life!" "

Finn, you look at little Barty's gesture, definitely premeditated a big one."

Samael was playful, babbling at Finn and explaining in detail.

Finn felt helpless, but still stood tall and carefully observed the battlefield.

"Master, shall we not make a move?" Finn

was a little puzzled, whether it was Samael's future layout or Percy Weasley's promotion, Barty Crouch was the key figure.

"You don't understand this, how can the icing on the cake be compared with sending charcoal in the snow, old Barty is injured, it can't last so long, let's not worry."

Samael leisurely watched the passionate duel between father and son, commenting from time to time.

Finally, old Barty stumbled and was spotted by little Barty, only listening to "Avadaso Life", and the eerie green light flew straight towards him.

Before he could react, a huge force pulled him hard.

"Who is

it?" "Who's there! Come

out!" Seeing that the old father was about to die in place, he was ready to laugh out loud, but the people were

gone! "Yes, it was so clearly gone!"

"Where's my hot daddy?" Little

Barty looked around angrily, a trail spell flashed, but he found nothing.

No, if he found me, he would never just save the man, but who was

it?

Samael didn't bother to pay attention to Barty Jr.'s guess and guessed what could be.

He couldn't help him, even if he filed a complaint to the old man, there was no evidence.

Without evidence, it is slander, slander!

In the mirror space, Samael looked at Barty Crouch with a confused face, full of a sense of accomplishment.

He likes to see this kind of person in a high position look like he has never seen the world.

"Samael Gaunt, did you save me?" old

Barty quickly adjusted his mood and looked at Samael calmly.

"That's right!"

Samael smiled slightly, very sincerely.

"Stop the unnecessary questioning, you're in the mood to question me, and think about how to explain to the wizarding community why your long-dead Death Eater son is at Hogwarts."

Samael was too lazy to talk to him and regained the initiative of the discourse.

"What do you want?"

Barty Crouch's face was livid, and he had been in a high position for a long time, even Fudge would not be so unpolite when talking to him.

"

Although we have met many times, this is the first formal conversation.

"I'm friends with your niece Beverly, so you can rest assured that I didn't mean to hurt you."

Samael pulled Beverly in, trying to ease his vigilance.

"Directly explain your intentions!" Old

Barty did not relax when he heard Beverly's name, but his expression became a little excited.

"Then I'll say it bluntly, today I saved your life, do you recognize it."

"Yes, but Beverly and I won't accept anybody's..."

Old Barty gritted his teeth, he had already guessed Samael's thoughts.

"I didn't mean to coerce you.

Samael interrupted him, a little speechless in the brain circuitry of the big man.

"Not only will I not coerce you into doing things you don't want, but I will also take you to the next level.

Samael's voice was full of seduction.

Old Barty was instantly stunned, as the original director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he did things resolutely, and his ability was even more incompetent.

It was because of the revelation of Barty Jr.'s rebellion that his career would plummet.

So I can only stay in an international magical exchange and cooperation department that says that it is busy or not, and that it is very leisurely, trying to numb himself through false busyness.

"Who doesn't know that Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is a mud that can't afford to support.

"There is no ability, no means, but to walk between the pureblood family and Dumbledore, and be a dog that begs for pity."

"Are you really willing to lose to such goods?"

Samael's voice was full of sincerity, staring into old Barty's unwilling eyes.

In the original book, Percy and Arthur described him as "a man who cares about everything for the sake of his official position."

Now it seems very pertinent.

"This villain must be caught!"

Barty Crouch's eyes looked forcefully at Samael.

"I've done enough for you, I think you misunderstood, I'm not your subordinate.

Samael was a little dissatisfied with his attitude.

"Once he is exposed, I will always be the biggest suspect, no matter what you are plotting, I don't have the ability to help you solve it."

Barty Jr.'s exposure is certain, and no one can make 'Professor Moody' disappear silently on Dumbledore's territory.

"Instead of hiding it, you can put the rope a little longer and put a long line to catch big fish."

Samael regretted a little, he was such an adult, and he couldn't hold his breath.

"But..."

"Nothing!" Looking

at the angry Barty, Samael kicked him out of the mirror space in an unhappy mood.

If he hadn't been Beverly's uncle, he would have rewarded old Barty with a drill to the bone.

Let him know what kind of attitude he should use in the face of someone stronger than himself.

O Dumbledore, Dumbledore, is a puppet of his own power and desire, but I don't want to control the wizarding world.

Samael muttered, thinking of this, his mood gradually brightened.