Hogwarts snake wizard

The wolves ran wildly, and the moment they turned and fled, the scales of fate no longer tilted in their favor.

Lying on the ground one by one, wailing, not everyone has the perseverance to resist the "thousand cuts" at the physical level.

Samael squinted, enjoying the wails of enemies, some blue-eyed fringed werewolves, Samael didn't mind feeding them to snakes.

Branson also walked in front of wolf-shaped plants, either looking at or touching.

After discovering that the fruit growing on the tree could recover its strength, he decisively chose to take it.

As the fruit is plucked, the wolf-shaped plants wither one by one and turn to ashes.

But it doesn't matter what kind person these two have, no matter what identity he is, as long as he can recover from his injuries, it doesn't matter.

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Samael took a lot of "loot" and Branson directly opened the portal and returned to Hogwarts.

As long as the fruit is not plucked, these werewolves are not considered dead, and it just so happens that neither Samael nor the other members of the "dark magic group" are missing some experimental materials.

These werewolves can barely work.

"Samael, did you know that Harry has formed a Defense Against the Dark Arts team."

"I'm still one of the instructors!"

As soon as Samael appeared, Seamus came over with a look of excitement and shared his joy.

"Rookie chickens peck at each other, what is there to be happy about."

Samael replied disdainfully.

Seamus wanted to reply, but found that it seemed to be the case, and he could destroy that group of people with full strength.

"Did Luna join too?"

Samael recalled the original, a little curious.

"How do you know!"

Seamus was a little shocked, the secret society has just been established, how did it leak the news so quickly, could it be that there are inner ghosts?

"Play and play, don't fall behind in your daily training."

"I brought another batch of experimental materials, and your ideas may be realized."

Samael said seductively, knowing that Seamus wanted to seek a blast of a magical nature, using flesh and blood as a conductor to spread the explosive effect.

Just as flames will burst when they meet oil, if flesh and blood become the same effect, even if the enemy attacks in groups, a thunderbolt explosion can cause a series of explosions, which is exciting to think about.

"Really?"

Sure enough, when Simo heard the news, he jumped up directly excitedly, and the corners of his mouth were almost to the root of his ears.

Is the human bomb experiment he has in mind finally about to start? It's no more exciting than getting rid of your weapon.

The days calmed down day by day, and everyone was used to Umbridge's presence.

Samael also tortures her when she is in a bad mood.

Every day is either studying or experimenting, and from time to time I go to Lao Fu's side to learn a profound understanding of magic.

Call him a teacher, he naturally needs to carry out the responsibilities of the teacher.

Not to mention, Lao Fu does have a habit of being a good teacher, and the lectures are very different from the crazy state of the past, and even Samael today has gained a lot.

It has to be said that this is also a loss for Hogwarts.

As for Harry, he and his defense class team are fighting Umbridge every day.

The only thing worth noting is that Hogwarts has another snake man, still a descendant of Harry.

It was his little fan brother, Colin Creevey who died in the final battle at Hogwarts in the original book.

But none of this matters, Samael never interfered with the development of descendants of the ancestors of the snake people.

It was the education on that wall that made him feel ridiculous when he looked at it.

He had no intention of making a move (it didn't affect him anyway.) Instead, he sent the pictures to Crouch, who stood still and did not choose to take the initiative, and in his words, wanted to pull Fudge off his horse, and he was indispensable to hold him high.

Only by hitting it head-on can one blow be effective.

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"Samael, can you train me?"

In the chill-shrouded Forbidden Forest, Samael used the weather spell to create a resting sanctuary that belonged to him alone, and this was interrupted after a moment's squint.

Just wanted to see which guy didn't have long eyes, but found Harry staring at him with big eyes.

"It's you, Harry, why did you think of asking me to train you."

Samael hid his dissatisfaction deep in his eyes and looked at him curiously.

"Voldemort resurrected this is true, although I don't know why you are in his camp, but I believe you."

"I want to be stronger, I want revenge."

Harry was sincere, but Samael knew it was a manifestation of his ambition.

It is clear that he is unwilling to form a squad that is not as strong as the members of it. From

the moment Colin was transformed, Samael knew that the so-called "Defense Against the Dark Arts" had become less innocent.

For now, Umbridge's reason for using Harry to form a private army for Dumbledore to fight the Ministry of Magic is barely justified.

"Sorry Harry, I can't help you."

Samael was busy enough, and he didn't want another tow bottle.

"Why?"

Harry was a little anxious, he didn't understand and couldn't figure it out. In his impression, Samael would rarely refuse his requests.

"Who do you think I am?"

Samael did not explain, but asked such an unrelated question.

Harry mused, good man? Definitely not counting, bad guy? I can't say it again.

In the eyes of others, Samael was cold and cruel, but in his heart, Samael was a gentle and elegant person, even the professors felt so.

He had seen Samael's cruelty and bloodshed with his enemies, as well as his generosity and connivance with his friends.

He is only good to those he approves.

"Don't understand?"

"I am a pure Slytherin, I have a quest for glory and a value for my companions."

"Avadaso!"

Samael said as he killed a squirrel with a spell.

"See, I don't mind killing irrelevant people and things."

"Headmaster Dumbledore wants you to grow and be strong in a loving environment, so he won't let me help you improve your strength."

"In other words, he doesn't believe me."

Seeing that Harry wanted to explain, Samael casually peeled a clove of orange and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Don't feel like a puppet."

"The name of the Savior is not only carried by you alone, but also carries the hope of people against the Dark Lord. You are important, more important than you think.

Samael finished speaking, and left without looking back.

(Fak~ really obscuffled, a good nap was disturbed, and he was forced to be a spiritual teacher.) Leaving

only Harry, who was silent in place.

In fact, he is really pure, but when he hears Samael say that he is a real Slytherin, he should know that Samael's preference for him is not gratuitous.

It's a pity that he doesn't have that brain.

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