Hogwarts snake wizard

Fire!

The Dream Realization Organization is on fire again!

The battle between the members of the Dream Realization Organization and the professor was not hidden.

It also quickly circulated at Hogwarts under the records of well-wishers.

They never thought about why the gap between the same students was so large.

Especially the Defense Against the Dark Arts group created by Harry, the feeling of loss was directly on his face.

It turned out that the gap between them had never narrowed, and the loss also made them feel honored.

Cedric, their Hufflepuff light, was eye-opening to their use of natural magic.

Draco's stabbing of himself in the waist was also praised by Slytherin students, who called him the son of the curse.

Everyone else has also received their titles, Exploding Prince Seamus, Soul Angel Luna, Fire Lord Theodore, and Potions Goddess Beverly.

However, Beverly was restrained too badly by Snape and did not exert her due strength.

Derek's abilities can't be used, so there is no exclusive title for him.

But he doesn't care, he can't release the Wuyang Dementor in school.

As for Samael, although he appeared last, no one could question his ability, he actually dared, actually dared to hit the professor, or Professor Snape, whom they hated so much.

This shocked them at the same time, but also secretly felt pain.

In short, this battle put them in the limelight.

If they knew that Samael had fought Dumbledore, I am afraid it would be even more crazy.

Of course, there are also people with grievances who expect them to be punished, but they never hear the following.

Samael did not let the crowd sink in this round of touting, but pulled them to the death of training.

After seeing the gap with the top wizards, they did not complain and tried to absorb the experience that Samael had imparted.

Samael himself is constantly reflecting on his application of spells, and he should go to class, listen to lectures, and strike a strange balance with the professors.

Privately, either do black magic experiments, or ask Alyosha to temper the rebellious horsemen.

Fasting, torture, mental manipulation, after Alyosha read it again, he even invented a lot of "interesting" tricks.

Just as Samael was once again engaged in the topic of soul research, a strange layer of text appeared on the stomach of the experimental material in front of him.

After Samael saw it, the corners of his mouth rose, and he also wrote a paragraph casually.

The sharp knife edge instantly made the experimental subject dripping with blood.

"Derek, hang out!"

Samael shouted at Derek, who was playing with a three-headed dog.

After throwing a mask casually, the two disappeared completely.

Derek didn't ask anything, acting excited.

From the moment he fused the Dementor bloodline, he knew that he had chosen a path from which he could not turn back.

Some of Samael's "bright" and "righteous" activities don't usually call him either.

The two stood on the surging and cold sea, enjoying the sea breeze.

"Azkaban, what an interesting place."

Samael exhaled deeply, feeling the silent power in his body rejoicing.

"Little master!"

"This is..."

McNeill greeted Samael warmly after seeing Samael, a little puzzled after seeing Derek in a mask.

"A friend."

"Little master, the master asked us to must..."

Seeing that this guy was about to start chattering.

Samael frowned, and the invisible slap directly slapped him out.

Samael's patience with others has always been limited.

"I'll clear the enemy, and you'll be in charge of picking the lock and explaining."

Samael's voice was cold, like a bone-scraping wind.

"Yes, little master."

After McNeill finished speaking, he lowered his head lower, he was indeed presumptuous, and almost forgot, this person is also not a good temper.

Samael looked at Derek, who nodded, and a strange black hole appeared in front of him.

A behemoth in the black hole shook his head and walked out, it was an adult poisonous horned beast.

The second poisonous horned beast followed, followed by the third.

Just when McNeill thought it was gone, the three poisonous horned beasts attacked each other, collided with each other, and began to split constantly in his stunned gaze.

Merlin's lace panties!

To hell with it!

The poisonous horned beast began to split!

Watching the rickety Roushan "people" rushing into the distance, Derek nodded with satisfaction, and then seemed not very satisfied, and released a large number of eight-eyed giant spiders.

Damn, what kind of fairy teammate is this.

McNeill was ready for a hard fight, and he got his hands on these animals.

For a moment, the sound of spells, screams, howls shouted into one piece.

But Samael wasn't worried, and Inderek's order was not to harm the people in the cage.

So only the world where the Auror was injured was officially reached.

"Here it comes!"

Derek wears a mask, and Samael can sense his joy.

Surging dementors swarmed.

Unprepared, McNeill hid behind Samael.

The overwhelming coldness makes people uncomfortable.

Derek gave Samael a look, and the magic power in his whole body began to roll, and an aura more evil than the Dementor was instantly released.

The oncoming Dementors suddenly stopped their actions and looked at them feverishly.

"Haha! Get rich!

Derek laughed exaggeratedly, and then the Dementors bowed to him in unison, lined up strangely, and walked towards the black hole behind Derek one after another.

It's as if you're worshipping a saint.

Every time he walked into a dementor, the black hole spread by one point, and Derek's aura increased by one point.

McNeill was terrified at this time, his hair stood upside down, he had never heard of such a scene in his life.

Didn't you come to rob the prison? Incoming goods?

When the Dementors were collected, Derek exhaled a cold breath and roared up to the sky.

With a long roar, even Samael felt stunned, and when he looked back, McNeill's unlucky soul was almost shaken out.

Samael's palm glowed with silver light, and he roughly shoved his soul back.

So far, in the whole of Azkaban, not a single Dementor has been left.

"You have 10 minutes to rescue your 'fellow citizens', reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic will arrive soon."

Samael's indifferent opening made him feel extremely stressed.

McNeill is rolling and climbing, and Azkaban can't perform phantom transfiguration, so he really doesn't have much time.

"How, how is the harvest?"

"Great!"

Samael looked at him and saw that there were no whites in his eye sockets.

As if soaked in ink, the darkness is deep, and the soul can be faintly heard wailing in it.

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