Hogwarts snake wizard

Today the weather is fine and the scenery is good.

Samael walks leisurely on the mountain path, his black formal clothes make him look elegant and easygoing, and the gorgeous gold mask on his eyes gives him an extra sense of mystery.

It looks like a prince hurriedly leaving from a high-end concert.

Of course, if there were no several big hannas behind him, the scene would be more harmonious.

The big men grinned one by one, no, to be precise, crooked dates, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and their eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.

One of them was dressed appropriately, but he had a flattering look and ruined the proper temperament.

"Little master, why are we taking these filthy werewolves."

McNeill's smile stiffened, not understanding why Samael always had to take this group of werewolves with him for such a simple task.

"Are you questioning me?"

Samael's smile remained unchanged and he looked at McNeill gently.

"Don't dare!"

McNeill's fake smile stiffened on his face and he lowered his head fiercely.

The werewolf behind him sneered inappropriately, making him embarrassed and embarrassed at this time.

"The influence of werewolves in the wizarding world is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and some wizarding families would rather choose to fight their teachers and would rather die themselves than their children become werewolves."

Samael smiled slightly and said this fact cruelly.

After the pure-blood family's last defeat and heavy losses, the Dark Lord was unwilling to lose his platoon, and naturally wanted some neutrals to join his camp.

As for loyalty, he did not value it, as long as he did not die, these people did not have the courage to betray him.

Power, prestige, wealth, family, these can be weapons that threaten them.

Samael slowly raised his wand and waited quietly for the bus to arrive.

To be honest, the bus service is really fast.

"Welcome, you're going..."

Stan's originally fluent opening moment was choked back, he didn't read the news, he had heard about the Dark Lord's subordinates, a mysterious mask man, constantly causing terrorist attacks recently.

"Kenniel Village, please drive steadily."

"McNeill, pay!"

Samael smiled slightly, not embarrassing him.

After watching this group of fierce and vicious people get into the car, Stan trembled and snorted, and from time to time made a look at the driver.

Samael pretended not to see and looked around at the facilities, this was his first time riding a magic bus.

"Little master, why should we..."

"First of all, I don't know the specific location of Kennier Valley, and secondly, you are not capable of performing such a long distance of phantom transfiguration."

Samael knew what McNeill meant, and interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

Is it a joke to expect a werewolf to perform a phantom transfiguration that far?

"I'm sure Stan is a good guy and won't reveal our whereabouts, you say?"

Samael smiled at the man whose legs were like a small motor.

"That's right, I didn't see anything."

"I'm blind today!"

Samael looked at the car that had arrived, patted his trembling shoulder gently, and got out of the car to leave.

The werewolves behind him smiled cruelly and patted him on the shoulder in a learned manner.

......

Kennier Valley.

In Luke Hansen's family, Samael looked at the shivering Hansen head and the slightly sobbing girl, and his heart was extremely calm.

"Newlywed Yan'er, I really can't bear to disturb."

"But the will of the Dark Lord cannot be resisted."

"Dear Luke, do you choose to kill your Muggle bride and follow the great Dark Lord, or do you choose to resist."

Looking at the young couple, Samael's voice was like a demon whisper.

Although the Hansen family is not one of the 28 holy pure bloods, it can also be regarded as an old pure blood, and it is also worth wooing the Dark Lord.

"You don't think, you lackey of the Dark Lord."

The light in Luke's eyes went out instantly after hearing Samael's choice.

Angrily cursed Samael.

Samael was not angry, still smiling, and cruel light flashed in the eyes of the werewolves behind him.

The corner of his mouth tore an exaggerated arc, and sharp teeth directly tore through his flesh.

As the werewolf's eyes grew redder, blood and stump scattered all over the place.

Samael looked at the scene in front of him with an unchanged expression, and did not express any opinion.

Only McNeill looked disdainful and showed a hint of contempt.

The other werewolves saw the young girl and quickly pounced.

It was just that when his claws just touched the girl's body, a raging fire instantly ignited on his body.

The fire spread extremely fast, and it didn't seem to have much temperature, but judging from the body that was constantly smoking black smoke, it was obviously exaggerated.

The wails began one after another.

"Little master, he doesn't dare, spare him."

Seeing this, the other werewolves spoke sincerely and lowered their heads lower.

"This is the last time."

"Put away your bestiality and don't do anything unnecessary."

Samael snorted slightly coldly and stopped talking.

The other werewolves carried out their already ripe companions with a chatter, and it was still possible to recover with the werewolf's resilience and potions.

"Next!"

With Samael's order, several people set off again and marched towards the next area.

Only the bride was left to look at him in fascination.

Samael is happy to do this task for Lao Fu, everyone hates bald eagles, but can refuse to become bald eagles.

Before carrying out the mission, Samael asked the snake people to organize all the families in the wizarding world.

Take the Hansen family, for example, it can be said that it has a long history and pure blood, but a year ago, the old head and wife of the Hansen family mysteriously disappeared.

If you think about it, those two stubborn old men can't agree to their son marrying a Muggle girl.

After detailed investigation by the snake people, the two old men had long been killed by their dear son and buried in their backyard.

And the Muggle girl was not really in love with him, but was fed the infatuation agent again and again, or modified the memory.

When the effect of the medicine passes, I am afraid that I will be eager to escape here.

To kill this scum, you don't even need Samael for psychological cues.

The setting sun fell, the clouds and mountains merged with the night, and it was impossible to tell whether the mountains and the sky were thrown into the embrace of the night, or the night broke into the world of mountains and the sky.

Samael walked calmly on the way home, and in addition to the original werewolves, there was a group of earthy-faced people behind him.

They are either sad or resentful, desperately trying to hide the killing intent under their eyes.

The raging fire in the village behind them explains their uncalm hearts.

But is this "feeling" that relies on killing loved ones really pure?

Samael does not know and does not want to know.