Hogwarts snake wizard

At the long Ravenclaw table, Samael ate his breakfast leisurely.

In his past life and now, he always felt that only food could not be disappointed.

"Why haven't I seen Draco and Branson lately."

Samael looked around, and he was a little uncomfortable without these two conspicuous bags.

"Draco is probably making out with Astoria."

Theodore said without raising his head, as if he had seen it strangely.

"That's studying her wonderful body, don't talk nonsense if you don't know."

Seamus usually fought against Draco, but he knew his movements.

"What stupid thing are you talking about, the Greengrass family has a bloodline curse, and Draco is clearly healing Astoria."

Beverly had a good relationship with Daphne before, but she also knew the situation of their family, and said truthfully.

At the same time, he glanced at the two with disdain, what kind of serious people they are.

"Curse? Isn't that right! Everyone

marveled, and at the same time felt that it was a wonderful fate, and the princess with a curse fell in love with a prince who was good at cursing.

"The bloodline curse is not so easy to solve!"

Samael looked at the crowd seriously, and he had a lot to say in this regard.

"It's okay, Draco took this as their pre-marriage romance, anyway, it's still a long time, let him study it slowly."

Seeing that Beverly said lightly, Samael didn't care.

"What about Branson? Where did he go?

Samael still values this number two conspicuous bag.

Surprisingly, everyone was shaking their heads.

"I saw that he came back very late, with traces of being scratched by claws, and his flesh and blood turned out, which was very tragic."

Luna's answer surprised everyone, Branson's resilience they knew, can leave scars, it can be seen that it is not an ordinary injury.

"Magic Mirror, do you know Branson's traces."

Samael pulled out his pocket mirror and asked.

Hogwarts was so big, how could it be hidden from everyone, Samael remembered that he had enabled mirror teleportation permissions for all members, so that they could freely enter and exit the laboratory and conference room in the mirror, so he asked.

"Master, Branson is not at Hogwarts."

Looking at the talking mirror, everyone felt Samael's low air pressure.

"Why don't you tell me."

"Because you didn't ask."

The magic mirror's answer can be described as justified.

"Give me a day off!"

Samael said this, turned and entered the mirror space, leaving a group of people looking at each other.

When Samael stepped into the training room, he found Branson lying weakly on the floor, panting, and it seemed that he had fainted.

He was dressed in a strange beggar costume, one by one, and it was stained with blood.

"Dead or not!"

Samael kicked him twice in frustration, waking him up.

Branson opened his eyes sharply, his fingers grew claws, and his expression was relieved when he saw Samael.

"They're coming!"

"How many came?"

"It's all here!"

Branson smiled bitterly, not daring to face Samael.

The horrific injury was known at a glance whether it was done by a werewolf or an American werewolf.

Samael thought that there were just a few werewolves, and he never thought that they would all come.

"Was your brain cut with the umbilical cord at birth?" Is such a big thing still hidden from me?

Samael was a little annoyed, and when he first wooed him, Samael made a promise to protect him and improve his strength.

How is this, do you want to make him lose his trust?

"In fact, after I improved in strength, I had new ideas."

"That is to gather the bloodline of the 12 clans and become the true ancestor of the werewolf."

"Over the years, every time I come home, I will find an opportunity to slaughter other native werewolves and refine their bloodlines, and now that the matter has been revealed, I don't want to burden you."

Branson lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Samael's angry gaze.

"Bang!"

A loud noise sounded instantly, and Branson was kicked out.

"Say, where are they now?"

Samael twisted his neck, he was already offended, and not cutting grass and removing roots was not in line with his usual style.

"In the woods near your house."

Branson's eyes lit up, avoiding Samael's gaze.

Branson knew that his parents were in mirror space, and Samael didn't care.

As the space portal opened, the two appeared at their destination.

There is no need to rush to search, werewolves have a keen sense of smell and can naturally find them easily.

"200 native werewolves, that's really a lot."

With Samael's emotion, a tall figure appeared first on the branch.

"What are you, dare to intervene in the struggle of werewolves."

The big han looked at Samael's thin figure and couldn't help but mock.

"Don't yell at me, I've been afraid of dogs since I was a child."

Samael "timidly" glanced at the big man and hid behind Branson.

"You look for death!"

The big man was really angry, and his red eyes flashed with endless killing intent.

It was just as he was about to approach that an explosion sounded and his neck was blown off alive.

Before he died, he saw Samael's indifferent eyes, but he couldn't say anything.

The werewolves listened to the movement and swarmed densely, Branson had already caused them to lose a lot before, and now there was another one.

Samael bowed slightly, his pupils moved slightly, and the snakes roared, encircling the entire forest.

"Let's do it! Guys!

As soon as the words fell, the four giants roared and quickly split.

Small spicy strips, branches holding their heads high and swallowing poisonous mist, the scene was instantly controlled by Samael.

Listening to the howl of wolves and blood splatters, he remained indifferent.

The glow green in the forest began to fill rapidly.

Just when a werewolf was glad that he was about to touch Samael, he faintly saw mercy in Branson's cub.

Who is he pitying?

As soon as this question emerged, he saw a gorgeous little flower blooming on his wolf's paw.

Before he could react, a sharp pain hit instantly, he could sense the vines constantly shuttling in the flesh and blood, his magic, the flesh and blood turned into a petri dish of plants in an instant, and soon he turned into a huge humanoid plant.

Infinite branches extend from the limbs.

Such a weird scene startled the werewolves, but once again red eyes, after the second transformation, surrounded them.

"A talent for speed?"

"Not bad!"

Samael commented slightly, and looked at the battlefield again.

There are those who divide phantoms to form doppelganger-like skills, and there are those who manipulate memories to make snakes forget their tasks.

"Go and die!"

Once again, a werewolf approached Samael, and the black wolf paws had a glow flashing.

"Cursed?"

"Just for Draco as a gift."

Samael exerted his strength again, and the fierce howl of the wolf instantly resounded through the forest.

A wolf-shaped plant potted plant, appearing in situ.

Samael raised his hand slightly, and a brilliant green light rose in the forest.

All the werewolves couldn't help but have a bad premonition.

The instinct from the animals made them ignore Samael's threat and turn and run.