Hogwarts snake wizard

"Professor, shall we swim over?"

Even Harry could sense that there was an anti-phantom manifestation magic pattern, so he spoke naively.

Samael pouted wordlessly.

"Are you sick, so big that you can't see the ship?"

Samael's white eyes were almost rolled overhead, and with a wave of his hand, a dilapidated wooden boat floated directly up.

Even if this water does not know the plot, Samael can see that there is a problem.

Besides, no matter how bad Old Deng is, he can summon his phoenix, which is simply difficult for people.

"Uh~"

Choked by Samael, Harry was obviously a little embarrassed, and quickly walked in the direction of the ship.

"This is the savior you chose?"

Samael glared at Dumbledore, full of disdain.

"Don't be too harsh on a centenarian, who the savior is, in fact, is Tom's choice."

Dumbledore stroked his beard and said indifferently.

Looking at the boat that Harry pulled over, Samael and Dumbledore boarded the boat in unison.

At the moment when the two boarded the boat, their eyes changed at the same time.

They are flagged!

Samael thought to himself, no wonder Dumbledore didn't choose to dump the potion in the pit, it turned out to be for such a reason.

The broken wooden ship is not as strange as he thought, and it can sense magic.

However, it always runs smoothly.

Samael lay on his back, absorbing the breath of death that permeated the place.

It wasn't until the ship docked that Samael reacted.

Even he himself was a little surprised, he actually directly reveled in this ghost place.

The whole person is not like coming to adventure, more like a vacation and enjoying life.

Looking at the two people who went ashore one after the other, Samael's eyes narrowed slightly, and he followed closely.

Looking at the transparent stone pit, Samael showed a hint of heartfelt joy.

"Harry, no matter how much I beg you for a while, you will ignore it and insist on pouring all these potions into my mouth."

"Dumbledore looked at Harry, looked at Samael, his voice almost pleading."

Obviously, the moment he saw the potion, he felt the change in his body.

Samael also felt this change, but he did not have the high morality of sacrificing himself to save others.

So he always pretended to turn a blind eye, and Dumbledore was well aware of Samael's instincts, so he chose to take on the responsibilities that belonged to him.

"Professor, I'm young, I have plenty of time to recover, I can."

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help it, with crying in his voice.

However, Old Deng Tou was obviously superior and directly began to drink the potion.

People who don't know think they're grabbing something good.

Looking at Dumbledore's dull eyes, the magic of the riot and the soul that gradually turned pale, no one noticed that the smile under Samael's eyes became more and more obvious.

"Arianna, I'm sorry

..." "Don't leave

..." "Kill me, kill me..."

Harry saw this look, although he was distressed to death, he always insisted on obeying Dumbledore's orders, and poured the remaining potion into his mouth little by little.

Samael leisurely looked at everything here, and when he saw the potion in the stone pit, he was quite calm.

Looking at the gradually crazy and distorted Dumbledore, anyone can tell that his mood is indeed very good, and he directly began to laugh.

"The blood of a unicorn, the bile of a phoenix, the poisonous sac of a poisonous leopard, and the soul decaying potion given by Voldemort's friendship are indeed delicious."

Samael sniffed the remnants of the potion and breathed in intoxication as he breathed in the deadly potion.

Dumbledore's death is a foregone conclusion!

He had to admire Beverly's talent for poison.

Rushing to add so many things to the potion that had already been concocted did not cause a rebound of the nature of the mana.

Now Dumbledore can be said to have doubled the damage, looking at the anxious Harry with dull eyes.

"Water!!"

Dumbledore struggled to regain consciousness and said weakly when he saw Harry.

Harry hurried to the lake, intending to pick up a handful of water.

Samael almost fainted with laughter, did Harry know about Dumbledore's control over him all these years?

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so vicious that it would be dirty water for Dumbledore, and a clear spring would not be fragrant?

But before Harry could hold the water in front of Old Duntou, a dry palm directly held him.

He subconsciously flicked his palm away, and saw a dense army of monsters crawling towards them.

"Faint!"

"Except for your weapons!"

"Divine Blade Without a Shadow!"

......

Instead of repelling these monsters, a dense army crawled out of the lake.

Soon dragged him into the icy lake.

Harry struggled, but the harder he struggled, the harder he was dragged.

"Samael!"

"Save me!"

At the critical moment, Harry stopped holding it and began to scream, and the cold and dirty lake water poured into his mouth.

Just as he was confused, he saw the sky-high fire on the lake.

Dumbledore's tall body exuded boundless power.

He swung his wand very round, and the roaring flames burned the approaching corpse into flying ash.

Even so, it did not stop the attack of the Yin Corpse army.

Harry struggled to climb out of the water, looking at Samael, who seemed to be smiling, and couldn't help but feel a touch of grievance in his heart.

"Mr. Gaunt, please protect Harry."

Dumbledore's voice was urgent, and thick black smoke rose from his gray-white robe.

Samael could see that it wasn't a problem with his clothes, but that his soul was decaying rapidly.

So just nodding and smiling, a huge spatial portal appeared directly behind them.

The two just stumbled back and already appeared on the tower of Hogwarts.

Samael blew out a slight breath, and the blue flame instantly ignited the Yin Corpse.

The flame is getting stronger and stronger, and the horror of the fire is that he can ignite anything that can be burned without limit.

So one by one, the corpses were connected to each other, and the flames soon burned to the surface of the lake, spreading outward in a more rapid way.

Samael waved his wand, looked at the army of corpses without bones, and nodded with satisfaction.

As for Regulus Black, let him also return to the dust with these poor companions.

No one paid him to do this, so there was no need to do it.

When Samael reappeared, the scene was quite lively.

"Good evening, Draco!"

"Oh yes, and the lovely Mrs. Lestrange!!"

Samael looked at the two waves with a smile.

This made Greyback on the side tremble.

"Little master!"

"Shut up, you stupid pig, he betrayed the Great Dark Lord a long time ago."

Bella kicked Greyback and looked at Samael warily.