Hogwarts snake wizard

"Avadaso!"

A green light swept across Samael's scalp, but Samael did not dodge in the slightest.

"Professor, it's not a good habit to scare people with that luminous spell."

I don't dare to say anything else, Samael knows more about the Death Curse than Dumbledore, and this revised version of the Glow Charm is still his original.

"Stop, kid."

Dumbledore listened to the distant cries, frowned, and gradually lost patience.

The spell is becoming more and more powerful.

Samael's patience was also running out and began to unleash some weird magic.

The wail of the soul!

Life Plunder!

Puppet curse!

Corrosion Curse!

Unleashed without mercy.

Horse people must not be released! He was not willing to compromise in the confrontation with Dumbledore.

The movement of the two fighting is getting bigger and bigger, and although the Phantom Transfiguration cannot be used as a sneak attack, its flexibility in battle cannot be ignored.

Soon the two hit a real fire, yes, "real fire".

Nature's edict allowed Samael to empty the surrounding trees.

On the originally green grass, light blue flames burned, and the white broken hair and cold snake pupils made him look cold and ruthless.

Above the two, the red flames continued to rise, although it was not a fierce fire, but with Dumbledore's extreme compression and the blessing of the Elder Wand, it still became extremely terrifying.

Tongues of fire invaded each other's territory, turning into flame spirits and dipping each other.

The scorching air enters the lungs with breathing, and even the two on the battlefield are uncomfortable.

Samael's right hand was not idle, and he was also casting spells, and a layer of white frost covered his emerald green snake pupils.

In winter, the originally clear sky is instantly covered with dark clouds, drizzle falls, turning into layers of water mist, and violent thunder continues to flicker, highlighting the magnificence of the sky.

This time the weather spell was completely uncontrolled by Samael, violent and natural.

Samael's whole mind was focused on Dumbledore and Li Huo, how could he control the celestial phenomena.

The reason why it is used is to fight who can get out.

Even if he was exhausted, Samael could recover in a few breaths, but Dumbledore couldn't.

The thunder burst out, no one controlled it, it was difficult to slash at the two, but it caused Dumbledore a little trouble.

"Don't fight!"

"Don't fight anymore!"

In the rainstorm, Hagrid jumped out of nowhere, looking at the two anxiously.

However, neither of them did much to deal with him, and this continuous glue scene did not end until the arrival of Professor McGonagall.

"Albus, you..."

Old Deng Tou did not respond, shouted, waved his wand hard, and a golden sphere energy fluctuation instantly lifted everything around, and the white hair all overflowed.

Make him look wanton and insolent.

The blue and red flames were all extinguished under this energy fluctuation.

Samael stumbled back a few steps even though he was hiding under the shield formed by black dust.

Samael was unwilling, in the end, he was still a little worse than the Great Wizard.

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to stop the two, a huge wolf's head suddenly appeared in the scattered puddles.

The wolf's head fluttered, turned into a winged white wolf, soared into the air, and swam in the center of the thunder and lightning.

The giant wolf shuttled back and forth, and finally stopped beside Samael, turning into a flying boy.

Samael also exhaled softly, and with Branson he could also feel at ease.

In Professor McGonagall's eyes, there is no need to say how Dumbledore and Samael choose.

Branson's magic power is limited, but with this large thundercloud pulled by Samael, it is still no problem to control thunder, and he can barely confront Professor McGonagall.

Branson nodded to Samael, signaling that it was done.

Mirror shuttles can also be them, he is not blind in such a big battle, how can he not see it.

However, he listened to the orders of the magic mirror and completed Branson's task first, and then rushed over in a hurry.

"Professor, it seems that I won."

Samael looked at Dumbledore and bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall.

"Alas!"

"The horses are not our enemies."

Dumbledore sighed, looking a little weak.

"They are not your enemies, in fact they have expressed malice to wizards more than once, and they have claimed to be the masters of the Forbidden Forest."

"Without the strength to match, but inexplicably arrogant, I think it's time for them to pay the price."

"My dean once told me that it takes cruelty to treat the enemy."

Samael does not want to argue, and if he talks too much to stupid people, he will become stupid himself.

After speaking, he directly opened the space door for himself and turned to leave.

Dumbleley frowned, looked at Samael's back and sighed helplessly.

He had no choice, and forced Samael, which undoubtedly pushed him into Voldemort's camp.

As soon as he returned to the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, Samael saw a scene that upset him.

Luna is unconscious, Draco is hanged, Seamus and Beverly are trapped in a halo of flame, and Cedric is carrying Theodore on his back.

Hundreds of ape eagles around them looked at them intently, and their bodies exuded a gloomy and cold aura.

In front of them, except for Professor McGonagall, the other three deans were all there.

They were dressed in rags, and they were more or less wounded. In particular, Professor Flitwick had a few more blood holes on his body, and it was obvious that he had been stabbed by some sharp weapon.

If he hadn't had a goblin bloodline, I'm afraid he would have been directly recruited.

They thought this group of children was excellent, but they didn't expect them to be so exaggerated.

If it weren't for their rich experience and Snape's best assistant sneaking attacks from time to time, I am afraid that they would really not be able to keep them.

After seeing Samael, several professors were obviously a little embarrassed, and at the same time a little worried about Dumbledore's situation.

Samael didn't choose to move, didn't even say anything, just bowed slightly.

With a wave of his hand, all magic disappeared, and several people quickly stepped forward and stood behind Samael.

Hundreds of ape eagles collided with each other, squeezed each other, and turned into a cheerful-looking but gloomy teenager.

Derek has raised more animals and has the intuition of a beast.

At the beginning of the battle, he summoned a large number of ape eagles with a flock of birds, and he turned into an animagus form and mixed into it, sneaking up on him from time to time.

Neither side has much to lose and neither side has done its best.

At least none of the magic in the dark magic category is useful (except for Draco.

This is much easier than Samael's battle.

Samael led the crowd and turned away.

Of course, before leaving, he suddenly turned into an afterimage, and it was a kick in Snape's lower back.

He had to suffer this kick both in public and private.

The Slytherin students couldn't bear to attack him, and he singled out his own students to attack.

Bah! Old six!