Hogwarts snake wizard

There was silence in the conference room, and no one wanted to touch the Dark Lord's mold at this time.

"How can it be bad news that people are not dead yet."

Samael smiled slightly, breaking the silence and hearty voice in the conference room, causing everyone to focus on him.

No one expected that Samael would actually refute the Dark Lord, and even Lao Fu was surprised, his eyes locked on Samael.

Samael looked at him without showing weakness, and when he raised his hand, his arm disappeared directly, and the base of his arm rippled layer by layer.

It's like extending your hand to an unknown dimension.

"Space magic?"

Lao Fu was very surprised and quietly watched Samael's performance.

After a few breaths, everyone saw Samael stand up directly, throw it hard, and a person dressed in rags was directly pulled out by Samael.

The caller exclaimed, and Samael tore at least two of his ribs at once.

It was Barty Crouch Jr. who was familiar.

"Sorry, this ability is not so mature."

Samael pretended to be surprised and left everyone with an embarrassed expression.

Barty Jr. wanted to accuse Samael of intention, but he was completely stunned when he saw Voldemort's figure.

Quickly rolled over and got off the table and kissed Voldemort's foot.

Samael, who watched, almost vomited.

Samael complained madly in his heart, you should wear shoes!

"Samael, you really didn't let me down."

Lao Fu did not pay attention to Little Barty's behavior, and Little Barty consciously sat not far away, looking at the Dark Lord with fiery eyes.

"You've passed the prize!"

Samael smiled slightly, returning the favor, forcing himself not to think about the disgusting picture just now.

Now, everyone saw the difference in Voldemort's treatment of Samael, and they looked inexplicable.

(Samael: Nonsense!) You are just friends (servants), and I am a proud protégé!!

Only Snape's expression remained the same, and his body was full of cold, and if he wore more rags, people would think that he was a dementor pretend.

People only thought that he had just been punished and was in a bad mood, but in fact he was not at all.

In fact, from the moment he saw Samael, the whole person was not good, and Dumbledore and Samael's plan had never been told to him.

If some choose him to hate to come, which teacher is willing to let his students see his embarrassed side, even professional spies are not willing to ah.

Besides, what the hell was this plan, in case Samael performed better, he suspected that with the support of the Death Eaters, Samael would have the intention of dominating the wizarding world.

You Dumbledore are going to die, I'm still young, throw such a big trouble at me, won't my conscience hurt?

As a qualified Slytherin and an early follower of Lao Fu, he also admired honor, but would never ask for the title of "Three Generations of Dark Lord Teacher".

As for the unbreakable oath? To hell with it!

He never believed it would bind Samael.

"It seems that someone has forgotten our original intention and betrayed me, the master."

As the sun hit the hall, dawn shattered the darkness, and looking at the seat that was still absent, Voldemort's eyes burned with fierce anger.

In any case, the last thing he would tolerate was betrayal.

"Samael, my wonderful student, you are willing to put an end to these lowly traitors for me."

Voldemort stared at Samael, and there was a murderous burst in his eyes!

"Of course, I'd love to, but I'm not familiar with those people, could I ask Mr. Malfoy for help?"

Samael looked at Lucius, who was covered in dirt and had a haggard face, and it was clear that the loss of the Horcrux had been known by Old Fu.

Whatever the reasons he used, poor supervision was a fact.

Lucius's gaze cast a grateful look as he met Samael's gaze.

Seeing the meeting disperse, Samael dragged Lucius into the mirror space.

Everything was calm again, and Samael silently breathed a sigh of relief, allowing Lucius to fall asleep.

The mirror space must not be exposed, after all, the brain occlusion technique of this product is really general.

It's just that the next road is not easy.

Now that the harmonious scenes are all illusions, Voldemort will not allow Samael to remain "white".

As long as he does not completely fall into darkness, he will not gain Voldemort's trust for a day.

Both his potential and mysterious magic would make Voldemort fearful.

Most importantly, he was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid with a future that was broader than anyone else's.

"Black and white, how to choose?"

"What a headache!"

Samael smiled slightly and disappeared.

After returning to Hogwarts, looking at the people who had not slept all night, Samael's heavy heart became active again.

He still has family, he has friends! They all looked forward to Samael's safe return.

Samael took a deep breath and looked calmly at everyone.

"That person is indeed back, we have to prepare in advance!"

Samael has no hidden meaning, with their current ability can already be released, blindly under his protection, will limit their growth.

Although everyone had expected it, they couldn't help but frown.

That person was so powerful in those years that he could stop children crying at night, and even if they had grown up, they couldn't help but scream when they heard this name.

"Draco, you don't have to go home this holiday, your home is now the Dark Lord's base camp, you can honestly practice magic in the mirror space, and your father and my family are here, you won't be bored."

"Theodore, don't worry about the situation in your family, your father is not involved too much, you also have to practice magic hard."

"Branson, make a life-saving alchemy prop and give it to Beverly, Mr. Crouch and I have reached a cooperation to help him ascend to the position of Minister of Magic, anyone can die, he can't."

"The other members practice magic on their own, if they feel threatened and try to get close to places with water or mirrors, I will let the magic mirror pick you up, now disperse!"

At present, Lao Fu is still in the incubation period, so the members of the White Magic Side and their families are safe.

Fortunately, the participants of the Nott family are the second uncle who is not very close to Theodore, otherwise he may be in a hurry.

"Oh yes, Beverly, this is the venom of me, the basilisk, the Big Four, and the little spicy strip, you must do everything to brew the poison without solution, that is, the kind that the phoenix can't lift."

Before leaving, Samael left several bottles of venom for Beverly.

Voldemort will die, but Dumbledore must also die.

From the moment he used Samael as a pawn, Samael had already pronounced his death sentence in his heart.

Must die, he Samael said.

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