Hogwarts snake wizard

"Here it comes!"

Derek's eyes widened slightly, and reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic came sooner than they thought.

In just those two strokes by McNeill, he has rescued more than a dozen people so far.

Waste is probably used to describe people like him.

"Samael, are you going to kill them all?"

Looking at the Auror troops on the island, the killing intent in Derek's eyes was almost solidified, and he somewhat enjoyed the pleasure of killing.

"No, Dumbledore won't allow this to happen, now is not the time to turn heads with him."

After Samael finished speaking, he looked at Derek strangely, not thinking that this child was so murderous.

Shouldn't the people of the Scamander family be affinity with all living things?

It's really famous, good and bad, it used to be before, and now it's perverted.

Old man Newt didn't do this when he was crazy, could it be that a mountain is higher than a mountain?

Derek didn't refute either, probably understanding what Samael meant.

In fact, whether it is robbing prisons or saving Death Eaters, it can be regarded as Samael's initiative to endanger the wizarding world.

The unbreakable oath still had great restrictions on him, so he took Derek with him.

In the event of a shot, he could only wait for the Aurors to attack him before being "forced to fight back".

"You go back first, I'll take care of the rest."

Samael looked at the embarrassed McNeil, opened the portal to send Derek straight away, and then flew to McNeill's side to prop up the shield for him.

"Damn Dumbledore."

"Damn unbreakable vows."

The squeeze from his soul made him frown.

"You also join McNeill in freeing your fellow citizens."

Looking at the prisoners who were still laughing wildly to themselves, Samael couldn't help but order.

"What are you, I'm not..."

Samael said nonsense, his eyes moving slightly, the scruffy and scruffy down-and-out youth, all his hair turned into a dense little snake, the snakes hissed, frantically devouring the flesh and blood on his face.

The youth wailed, rolled, twisted and crawled, and Samael remained indifferent until the little snake grew bigger and bigger, devoured all his flesh and blood, and then dispersed.

The rescued dark wizards looked at this strange scene one by one, did not dare to have any more provocations, and quickly integrated into McNeill's team.

Dark wizards are much purer than so-called white wizards in this regard, and the law of the jungle is their first standard of survival.

With the wands that had killed the Aurors before, they didn't need to cast wands without them.

"Who are you, do you know that you violated the laws of the Ministry of Magic by doing this?"

In the Auror group, a middle-aged wizard saw that their attack was ineffective, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Rufus Scrimgeau?"

Samael didn't expect that this Auror Chief of Office, who was not inferior to Fudge, would actually show up in person.

Samael replied disdainfully, looking at the green light flying over, shaking his somewhat stiff neck slightly, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

He was finally able to "be forced to defend".

But before it was his turn to act, the dark wizards behind him joined the battlefield, and it was clear that their hatred for the Ministry of Magic had surpassed their fear of Samael at this moment.

One of the crazy women, laughing wildly there, shot is to gnaw big melons, not to mention the Aurors, even some dark wizards retreat, do not want to stand with her.

Presumably this is Bella's crazy woman, Samael looked closely, did not find anything similar to Draco, and silently sighed that the Malfoy family was genetically strong.

"Little master, let's retreat quickly."

"There will definitely be other reinforcements from the Ministry."

Watching someone fall among the Death Eaters, McNeill was not surprisingly prodded.

He had worked for the Ministry of Magic for many years, and naturally knew how much terrifying combat power the Auror Force had.

Samael will certainly be fine, but it's normal for someone like theirs to be compromised.

He didn't want to be that unlucky bastard.

"Little master? Damn McNeill, you betrayed the master?

Bella heard his voice and grabbed McNeill's collar, her features twisted and roared.

As the elder of the Death Eaters, she had never heard of any little master.

Samael raised her hand slightly, and the dark red energy turned into a long whip, pumping her directly out.

He hates women who are rude.

Hate her too.

"McNeill, tell them who I am and how I behave."

Samael was not in the mood to explain, and directly opened a silver shield, protecting him and the Death Eaters behind him, and he should not be happy if he lost it again.

That exaggerated defensive power no matter how the Aurors attacked, it only set off faint ripples on the silver light curtain.

Everyone walked and attacked all the way, and with the protection given by Samael, they quickly scattered the Aurors' team.

The Death Eaters looked at his back with a strange expression, and in addition to marveling at Samael's power, they were also shocked by his position in Voldemort's heart.

Bella also recovered, no longer entangled in Samael's identity, and concentrated on slaughtering the Aurors.

The tall body, coupled with the toothy appearance, did not have a bit of Draco's mother's grace and gentleness.

"Little master, save me!"

An eight-eyed giant spider that came out of nowhere strangely stared at McNeill, and the sharp spider spear passed directly through his thigh.

Samael reluctantly waved his wand and blew it into powder.

This fool was actually accidentally wounded by friendly forces.

When he reached the edge of the island, Samael also breathed a sigh of relief and directly opened five or six portals.

Not only does Azkaban prohibit wizard phantom transfiguration, but even other forms of spatial teleportation cannot be used, including Samael's spatial portal.

Otherwise, the pure-blood family locked up inside would have escaped directly from prison just by summoning the house-elves.

So he could only take these towing bottles and move to the edge of the island step by step.

Watching the appearance of the space door, the wizards of the Death Eater camp were very excited.

This is the freedom they yearn for.

Even if Samael's face was not good-looking at this time, they all felt that there was a hint of holy brilliance in him.

"Hurry up!"

Seeing that this group of fools was still intoxicated with freedom, Samael couldn't help but urge.

He didn't want to send him this kind of goods for nothing, and only his dear teacher would fancy him.

Samael waved his wand and set off a terrifying wave.

The rest of the Aurors responded hastily, but they were still beaten into chickens.

In the cold winter wind, being wet by the cold sea will not be a comfortable thing to think about.

Samael smiled slightly, turned and disappeared.

The Death Eaters' portal led directly to Malfoy Manor, presumably they would be happy to meet their masters.

As for whether it can be installed or not, Lucius is already familiar with it.