Hogwarts snake wizard

"Wow!"

"This action!"

"This pose!"

"What the hell!"

In the box of the Hogwarts train, a group of people observed the scene in the mirror space through the magic mirror with relish.

"Idiot!"

"Fak!"

"Idiot!"

But for two seconds, everyone silently rolled their eyes, looking at someone with undisguised contempt in their eyes.

Samael shook his head helplessly, as long as Draco's opponent was Harry, it was as if he had been invaded by some unknown mysterious force.

The brain frantically poured into the sea, slapping his already small brain.

Draco, the idiot, actually put away his wand and casually transformed a dagger, seemingly wanting to have a hand-to-hand fight with Harry.

In the mirror space, the two tested each other's two spells, thinking that there would be a bloody storm, but what the hell are you putting away your wands.

Harry didn't understand, wasn't his revealed identity obvious enough?

What are you putting on hold!!

No matter what Draco thought, he wouldn't miss the opportunity anyway.

Harry's speed was beyond ordinary people's imagination, and the spell launch was even more powerful.

The trick of "removing your dog's life" can already be done silently cast.

Even though Draco had studied Professor Samael's Chakra Movement, he could only barely keep up with Harry's rhythm, and was pumped out from time to time.

The blood stains flowing from the corners of his mouth proved that the two were not simply fighting.

After so many years of "bullying", no matter what the reason, Harry will never let go of this opportunity to abuse vegetables.

Draco was expressionless every time he fell, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, revealing a hint of madness.

Finally, when he fell to the ground again, the bloodthirsty emotions in his eyes completely exploded, and he began to laugh wildly.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Finally succeeded, do you know how difficult it is to restrain yourself and kill you!"

Draco laughed wildly, and having experienced killing, he always had a bloodthirsty madness when he unleashed his nature.

Draco was also not stupid enough to know that he could not kill the savior, so he fell to the ground again and again just to prevent himself from "accidentally" killing him.

Harry frowned, a sense of foreboding welled up in his mind, and the intuition from the beast gave him the intention to back down.

But instead of doing that, he frantically cast a spell, believing that he could definitely win no matter what Draco had planned.

Seeing the overwhelming spell, Draco smiled calmly, did not dodge, and leisurely patted the wrinkled clothes.

Like a nobleman who tries his best to maintain his elegance.

The spell was there, and Draco was unharmed, no blood, no embarrassment.

All the spells seemed to merge into his body, without a ripple.

Harry was stunned at first, and then a terrifying force instantly hit his body, shattering many flowers and plants.

Even though he had the protection of scale armor, large and small wounds were still torn out on his body.

His angry attacks all returned to him.

Inside the carriage, all the members who studied black magic instantly showed an expression of realization.

This isn't Draco's best modded version of the Scarecrow Curse.

It turns out that it can already be performed without relying on the medium, and it is really unpreventable.

Everyone looked at Draco with a different look on their eyes.

They are best friends, but they are also competitive, they are geniuses, and who would be willing to be inferior.

In the mirror space, Harry paused for a moment, and the terrifying resilience quickly healed his injuries.

Looking at Draco, who was slowly walking with a teasing kick, the anger in Harry's heart almost condensed into substance.

The eyes contracted and completely turned into snake pupils, the legs swung into a cyan snake tail, and long bone spurs grew at the major joints.

Even sharp claws grew on both hands.

"Snake Man Ancestor?"

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they couldn't think of it, the famous savior was actually the sixth ancestor of the snake race.

The ancestor does not die, relying on spiritual inheritance, could it be that the mysterious sixth ancestor possessed Harry?

Everyone was puzzled and wanted Samael to give an answer, but they didn't get any eye response, so they could only continue to watch.

"You really surprised me."

"If it weren't for the time, I would definitely let you be my experimental material."

Draco muttered, interested in Harry's changes.

Harry didn't answer, and the undefended approach gave Harry an opportunity, and a thick snake tail directly pumped him out.

The injury was not there, but it was embarrassing.

Draco frowned, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at his waist.

Blood splattered, but healed in an instant.

Not far away, Harry frowned, looking at the two huge wounds on his body, thoughtful.

The Snake Man Ancestor is very resilient, and these injuries will not cause him much damage.

But it's not a matter of getting hurt like this.

Draco admired Potter's confused expression, like an elegant pervert, holding a dagger and elegantly cutting deep bone wounds on his body, and occasionally performing a trick of piercing the dagger.

Everyone outside the mirror space, watching Harry, who was constantly bleeding and healing, felt very cold.

Harry endured the pain, flashed his light, and quickly approached Draco at a speed that almost left an afterimage.

The thick and powerful snake tail wrapped him tightly, squeezing it violently to Draco's deep discomfort.

"It seems that oppression at close range can make you feel the same way as me."

Looking at Draco, who was breathing hard, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and smiled openly.

"You're happy too early!"

Draco's originally purple-cyan face instantly became indifferent, as if everything just now was pretending.

Dense, blood-colored hairs emerged from Draco's body, and an eerie, ominous, terrifying, gloomy aura instantly rushed to his face.

Harry was shocked and tried to leave the battlefield, but the scales of his body were pierced by red hairs.

The scales that the snake man was proud of did not have any defensive effect.

"I originally wanted to try your true strength, but I didn't expect to be a 'malnourished' ancestor."

"Sure enough, waste is always waste."

Draco's face showed disdain, he had not seen the snake ancestor, and the terrifying illusion ability instantly affected his five senses.

Whatever you see and hear is an illusionary ability, and even now it feels terrifying to think about.

He had thought that Potter also had that ability, but it seemed that he was overthinking.

The blood-colored hair surged wildly, and except for a pair of dark eyes, no facial features could be seen.

Harry's power was frantically fading, and he instantly collapsed in place, and the snake man form was lifted.

Draco looked at the weak savior and rolled his eyes in disdain, what about the Snake Man Ancestor, a race full of curses, if only to the extent of Potter.

He Draco could proudly say that he was a snake racer.

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