Hogwarts snake wizard

Harry never imagined that someone as powerful as Samael would be easily knocked down on a petrification spell by Peter.

"Isn't Peter Pettigrew dead?"

"Why are you here!"

"Who did Samael kill last time!"

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, his green pupils contracted violently, and with his current strength, he was confident that he would be able to kill Peter Pettigrew as a traitor in an instant.

No matter how he escaped last time, this time he must die.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to take action, the lightning-like scar on his forehead came with a piercing pain, which hit his soul, and the strong pain made him curl up and keep squirming.

Taking advantage of Harry's weakness, Peter firmly bound Harry, and the look just now was too impactful for him.

After throwing Voldemort into the crucible, Peter begins the entire resurrection ritual.

"Father's bones have no intention of being sacrificed."

"The meat of the servant is offered voluntarily!"

Watching Peter cut off his arms in unison, Samael almost vomited.

What is this for? What about stewed bones?

Although he had known this scene in Lao Fu's resurrection, Samael couldn't help but complain.

"And the blood of the enemy, forcibly taken."

Get! Stewed bones into hairy blood!

Samael stood still, cooperating with pretending to be petrified, secretly spitting on the whole process.

As Harry's blood dripped into the large crucible, the whole "Bloody Wang" began to boil.

The dead and silent mana fluctuations instantly became furious, and the flames burned, burning the entire crucible to nothingness, leaving no ash.

Samael watched the strange fireball gradually "grow" and Voldemort was officially freshly baked.

It's just that what happened to that black robe, such a big flame actually didn't burn to ashes?

Lao Fu stroked his big bald head, breathing in the fresh air, and was very intoxicated.

All that follows is for the Dark Lord to summon his "friends" through the mark.

But the mark was indeed ugly enough, and the snake wriggling on his arm was like a very urticarial attack, and Samael's scalp was numb when he saw it.

In fact, the whole process was quite boring, except for Mr. Malfoy, who glanced at Samael in surprise, everyone else seemed to have not seen Samael.

Watching Voldemort hypocritically use the Reaper Curse to control Harry to bow and torture him with the Heart Drill Charm, Samael almost couldn't help but reward him with an Avadaso life.

His own pet, how can he let anyone else hurt him!

But he finally endured it, after all, Lao Fu is really not easy to kill.

"After tonight, no one will question my abilities."

"They will only remember how you prayed for me to kill you, and I graciously gave you death!"

Speaking of this, Lao Fu's gloomy gaze had a hint of pride.

"I think, they will only think that you are hypocritical and incompetent."

Samael finally couldn't pretend, whether it was acting or real, if he wanted to save Harry, he had to face the old man.

"Dear teacher, long time no see!"

Samael smiled slightly and bowed to Voldemort.

"What kind of thing are you, you actually see the master..."

Samael didn't expect that before Lao Fu could make a sound, a flea jumped out, or his old friend, the head of the Selwyn family.

"It's really rude."

Samael's speed was completely released, and everyone saw only one afterimage, and when they saw him again, he was holding a beating heart in his hand.

Blood spurted out of Samael's gown, making him look cruel and elegant.

"Teacher, I guess you don't mind if I kill him."

Everyone was taken aback by Samael's sudden move.

With such a haunted speed, no one can prevent it, one by one, each with his own means, support the shield!

"Drill the heart and cut the bone!"

Lao Fu did not reply to him, and a spell came directly at him.

Samael stood in the air, and with the crazy flicking of his wand, countless thunderbolt explosions and shattered bones all slammed into Lao Fu.

The destructive energy raised by the black dust under his eyes kept the Death Eaters and Harryton away.

It is certain that the old man did not die, but his father Riddle's grave was leveled by Samael.

"Nice power, but not enough!"

The dust cleared, revealing an unharmed old man.

Even without shoes, he was elegant, and he was an excellent Slytherin graduate.

"Then try this!"

Samael wasn't annoyed either, if the Dark Lord died so easily, he wanted to rule the wizarding world.

The surging fire of the wand tip burned wildly on the cemetery, and the terrifying temperature made the audience feel uncomfortable and retreat again.

The blue flames set Samael off like a noble prince from hell, elegant and flamboyant.

With the wave of the wand, a blue python was born from the sea of fire and pounced on Voldemort.

Old Fu did not dodge or dodge, spitting out a scarlet flame from his mouth, and the flame spread rapidly, condensing into a giant python and pressing towards the blue giant python.

One crimson, one blue, two snakes intersect, each wins and loses.

Old Volt increased the flames and maintained a fierce offensive in an all-round way, and Samael soon fell behind.

Samael smiled slightly, did not care, and guessed the full combat power of Lao Fu.

Of course, losing too badly is also not his style.

The right hand also cast a spell, the thick fog rolled in the eyes, the dark clouds in the sky were low, and thunder burst out.

Under Samael's command, it turned into a thunder prison and poured down.

At this moment, even Voldemort also had to hide, how could the flesh and blood dare to confront Tianwei.

The wind swept through, and the hidden wind blade was equally fierce.

Although Lao Fu was surprised by Samael's attack power, he also survived the shield.

The black streamers are like tentacles, scattering the wind blade.

"Ugh!"

As if stimulated, Lao Fu let out a long howl.

At the moment of the fury of the magic power, the red fire rushed straight to Samael's eyes.

A red tongue of fire ignited Samael, and his left arm, along with his wand, turned to ashes.

Looking at Samael's tragic situation, the two tacitly stopped the attack.

"Teacher, you are indeed good!"

Samael frowned and smiled, how could he not know that this was the price he had to pay for saving Harry.

"You are also good, the progress in the past few years is indeed amazing."

Voldemort was surprisingly unexpectedly unripressed, and the conversation with Samael was like chatter.

Samael bowed slightly, his face pale, but he didn't take it seriously.

The corners of his mouth widened, and a pair of white hands stretched out of his mouth, trying to crawl out of Samael's mouth.

Everyone was shocked by this numbing scene, they were high-ranking people in the wizarding world, but they had never seen such a strange scene.

Even Voldemort watched it with interest.

Samael vomited, and a "new" Samael covered in mucus was born.

The most important thing is that he actually has two arms.

"Interesting ability, alternative molting?"

Voldemort muttered, an inquiring look in his eyes.

Samael is exploring his strength, why not.

"Goodbye, teacher!"

Samael didn't mean to explain everyone's confusion, opened his hands, and the trophy and Harry flew towards him at the same time.

When everyone tried to stop it again, they could no longer see the two of them.

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