Hogwarts snake wizard

On the path of Hogwarts, everything was quiet.

The moonlight is hazy and romantically lingers in the forest. The roar of an unknown beast, accompanied by the fragrance of the night incense, echoed in this sleeping forest.

Missed the carriage, they had a rare view of Hogwarts at night.

At this moment, even if they arrived, they probably missed the sorting ceremony, so it was better to grab dinner and enjoy this rare silence.

The doors of the castle slowly opened, and their arrival attracted the attention of all the teachers and students.

Especially the bloody Harry floating behind Seamus made some people's hearts tug.

"Harry, how are you?"

In Gryffindor, Hermione and the others rushed over, shaking Harry's body, and Ginny was crying with rain.

He looked at Samael's group with angry eyes.

Samael looked at Dean Thomas who frowned in the distance and smiled weirdly, this kind of plot is really too interesting.

Harry was woken up by them after a while.

He didn't suffer much injury, and with the strong resilience of the snake man, he wouldn't even have a wound.

Everyone pulled for a while but did not find the wound, so they could only sit back in place with Harry ruefully.

Samael himself was not very hungry, and casually released an illusion and turned away.

In the mirror space, Samael, who looked at the man who had to maintain his aristocratic demeanor even if he was seriously injured, smiled disdainfully.

"Why, is the meal I prepared unappetizing?"

The man stared into Samael's cold eyes, as if to see through him.

"You obviously didn't mean to hurt Harry, why did you do it?"

If someone familiar is here, you will definitely recognize the person in front of you as the Sirius Black who has "died".

Transforming the beam of light into a death spell has always been his forte.

However, this guy was unlucky, and unfortunately lost an arm and a leg in the process of the snake gnawing.

Now he says it's a waste.

"Why, it's a little unpleasant to watch your godson being bullied?"

"I can tell you very clearly that he will suffer ten times or a hundred times more in the future than he does now."

Samael's voice calmly expounded this fact.

"Why?"

"Why?"

Sirius' eyes widened.

"Haven't figured it out after so long?"

"You're really the perfect inheritance of Gryffindor's reckless impulses."

Samael's tone was disdainful, and rare patience came.

"I make it clear to you that Voldemort and I are not on the same path, but in the same way I do not agree with Dumbledore's ideas."

"Do you believe that love can encompass everything?"

"You are also someone who has experienced wizard wars, don't be too naïve, okay."

"Harry doesn't have the power to crush everything, and if you don't want him to grow at the cost of losing his best friend every time, you should let him grow on his own."

Samael looked at the dull figure after speaking, and added.

"Forgot to tell you, Dumbledore won't live long, don't pin your hopes on others."

After saying all this calmly, Samael leisurely turned and left.

Saving Sirius was also an accident, and even then he lost an arm and a leg.

Samael has the means to heal him, and the latter gives him an inferior metal limb, like Peter Pettigrew.

But, on what basis?

He is not sick, how can he give a gift to those who unleash malice on himself.

Sirius' survival will be the key to his "black to white" transition.

Samael never feeds idlers here.

After meeting Sirius, the banquet was over.

Idle and bored, Samael unknowingly slipped into Snape's office.

"Good evening, Professor."

Samael greeted Snape with a kind smile.

They haven't "talked about hearts" for a long time.

"It's rare that Mr. Gaunt remembers me as a dean!"

Snape frowned, and his already not very good mood was even worse.

Now who in the ranks of the Death Eaters does not know, Samael smiled, life and death are unpredictable.

The happier he laughed, the more people died.

"It's not just after meeting your old friend, and I will catch up with you by the way."

Samael ignored his shrouded face and continued.

"But you are really ruthless, Xiaotian Wolf Heart's arms and thighs were only bitten by snakes, so there is no need to amputate!"

"And that wound is more than two months old, still dripping blood,

gee..." Samael had to sigh at Snape's cruelty.

It's much crueler than killing a person.

"That's the best course of treatment, there is no personal grudge."

Snape's expression remained unchanged and he looked very calm.

"Really?"

"I don't believe it!"

Samael looked at him with the eyes of an idiot, and then his expression changed.

With an almost teleportation speed, he took Snape's arm.

The furious magic burst out instantly, and dark red matter poured into Snape's arm.

"An unbreakable oath?"

"Do you want to die so much?"

Samael said through gritted teeth.

Don't look at the cruel and indifferent he usually shows, but he has always had the original fate of changing his favorite characters in his heart.

Snape was one of them.

Snape frowned and tried to withdraw his arm, only to find that he had no strength to break free.

It was as if this student had a monster bloodline overnight.

"Draco's mother found you?"

Samael's voice was cold and had the momentum of not refusing.

Snape had no choice but to nod.

Draco's mission was clear to him, which was to assist him in killing Dumbledore.

The young man's desire to prove his mentality he understood, originally thinking of giving the old guy the last chance to strike after he was poisoned.

But this guy still contacted Bella behind his back, ready to enter Hogwarts through the Vanishing Cabinet in one fell swoop.

He somewhat underestimated Draco's emphasis on the honor of the Malfoy family.

Unexpectedly, even with his assurance, Draco's mother still let Snape be the backhand.

The unbreakable oath is not so easy to break, even if he is still in bondage until now.

Samael sneered, he would not blame a mother who felt sorry for her son, but there was some helpless arrangement of fate.

"Alive!"

"After the end of the war, I let you personally raise Lily Evans' daughter."

Samael stared into Snape's stagnant eyes and said solemnly.

"She has a daughter?"

"How could this be!"

A hint of panic clearly flashed across Snape's face, and even the brain occlusion technique could not be maintained.

"Don't ask."

"Believe me, I'm a person who can do miracles."

Samael smiled slightly and turned away.

Whether it is modern scientific cloning technology or the ritual of life in ancient magic, it is easy to create a child with Lily's bloodline.

Anyway, his purpose was only to stimulate Snape's desire to survive.

Enjoy my gifts, Professor.

Samael muttered, his steps brisker.