Hogwarts snake wizard

Hagrid's cabin.

It's hard to believe that a half-blood giant would have a good conversation with a Slytherin.

The two have a soft spot for breeding large and dangerous creatures.

And for some reason, any magical animal seemed to become unreproductively isolated in Hagrid's hands, and Samael listened to some of Hagrid's ideas.

It's hard to believe that he actually wants to cross the human-headed griffin scorpiontail with the fire crab.

This requires some magical magic rituals to complete, otherwise, under normal circumstances, the human-headed griffin scorpion-tailed beast will definitely devour the fire crab in the first time, and don't think about mating.

"Hagrid, do you have time tomorrow?"

Samael thought of the trip to the Forbidden Forest, so he asked.

Hagrid wondered.

"Is there something going on?"

"I need to go to the Forbidden Forest, but don't worry, this matter has been approved by the professor."

Seeing that Hagrid was about to refuse, Samael quickly moved out of the professor.

"The little wizard is not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest, what do you want to do, tell me, and I will help you finish it."

Hagrid hesitated, but spoke anyway.

"I'm helping Professor Sprout cultivate a new magical plant, which requires the use of special snake snake qi, it is rumored that there is in the Forbidden Forest, I think that in terms of magical animals, you have no weaker talent than Professor Kettleburn, I specially came to ask your opinion."

Samael said dripping water, looking at Hagrid calmly.

"I can't compare to Professor Keitel."

Hagrid was a bit squirming, and Samael's words made him quite useful, but it was true, he was really good at Fantastic Beasts.

"We don't have class tomorrow morning, I'll come to you then."

Seeing that Hagrid did not refuse, Samael immediately finalized the time, and when Hagrid did not react, he disappeared outside the hut, leaving only Hagrid stunned.

......

The rocky biscuits were indeed full, and even though the lunch at noon was very rich, Samael didn't eat more, just drank a lost red cabbage soup.

But he didn't regret it, it was too tempting to taste like rock crackers.

Samael touched his propped up belly, thinking it was time to take control.

......

"Draco, are you looking forward to the class for a while?"

In the afternoon, Bellev asked Draco simply, somehow the group liked to tease him.

"I'm expecting a fart, now that the whole of Hogwarts is spreading, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is a magical creature with garlic on his head, who can't do anything but read according to the textbook."

Draco's originally lazy body exploded directly when he heard this, he originally wanted to learn more useful knowledge in class in order to gain Samael's approval, but he asked a circle of senior seniors and came up with such an answer.

"Fool, I bet he has real talent, Dumbledore will not ask a person who knows nothing to take the position of professor even if he is old and confused, and it is rumored that he still graduated from Ravenclaw."

Theodore on the side carefully analyzed.

Samael listened and looked at him strangely, it turns out that you are the real emperor of truth, cut off the strength dragged down by Lao Fu, Quirrell's own casting ability is indeed not bad.

"Gamble, a galleon

" "Deal."

Neither of them was inferior to a galleon, and honor was valued more than money, and the two looked at Samael proudly, as if they had won the battle.

"Samael, what do you think."

"I'll sit and watch."

Samael ignored the two, old Vook was on the back of Quirrell's head, who knew if the parseltongue cavity would sense each other.

He was not a small figure at Hogwarts, especially since he was still surnamed Gaunt, and he didn't believe that Voldemort hadn't heard of him.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong smell of garlic came to his face, making people cry.

With all his strength, Samael pulled away the people behind him and rushed towards the last row.

Theodore and the others followed, and they also did not want to endure the pungent smell.

Not surprisingly, the entire front row was empty, and no one wanted to have intimate contact with Professor Quirrell.

Not surprisingly, his teaching level is also outstanding, and the whole classroom atmosphere can be said to be extremely boring.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class should be a course with more practical types, and it focuses more on dealing with various magical creatures and black magic than the magic class.

The first section revolves around how to deal with the dangerous creature of the red hat.

It is clear that the very simple content is sparsely explained by him, as long as you cast a bellflower spell, break the disguise of the red hat, and then cast a living rope charm to subdue it.

I have to read it according to the textbook, and I read it stumble, which makes people drowsy.

Looking at Draco's smug look on the side, Samael was quite speechless.

Everyone looked at the books to themselves, and no one wanted to take Quirrell on the podium.

"Mr. Gaunt, if you were to subdue the Red Hat, what way would you choose?"

Just as Samael was immersed in the world of textbook knowledge, he was startled by a sudden question.

Samael's eyes narrowed slightly, and Quirrell no longer stumbled at this time, and the spirit of the whole person seemed to be instantly raised a notch.

"If it were me, I would choose to kill it directly with a powerful spell."

Samael seriously suspected that Quirrell had been replaced by the old Fu, but he still spoke his opinion.

Quirrell's eyes flashed with a fine light, and his expression was quite interested.

"Tell me your reasons."

"Red hats usually haunt swamps far from wizarding colonies, and in the wild, all means should be based on being alive, and simple restraints are not impossible to break free, causing trouble for yourself."

Samael said seriously, he had determined at this time, Quirrell in front of him was definitely not running, and the small spicy strip that had been wrapped around his arm was constantly contracting his body at this time.

The sharp scales of the Kivu tree viper cut through his skin like blades, and he was sure that his arm was absolutely bloody at this time.

"Mr. Gaunt, if it were you, what spell would you use?"

"I will prefer the Explosion Charm, which is simple and hassle-free."

Samael looked calm, and the scars on his arms did not affect him in the slightest.

"Good choice, but the limitations of the explosion spell are too obvious, and the furious magic will affect the accuracy of the spell."

Quirrell seemed to be deliberately trying to embarrass him, asking tough questions again.

"The Red Hat has no long-range attack, so I will choose to distance myself and supplement the spell with the "Burst" rune to increase the power of the Explosion Spell. "

Simply put, it's just going up and solving it.

The Samael Explosion Curse has reached level 4, and it is not far from level 5, and the spell variant has always been inseparable from the ancient Runyvin, in fact, the level 4 level is enough to deal with most crises.

However, he could not reveal his excellent control to Voldemort.

Samael and Quirrell asked and answered, dissecting the esoteric magic theory, and a little wizard looked stunned, feeling that Professor Quirrell at this time was like a different person.

The proud Draco on the side was like a frosted eggplant, and at this time Theodore was proud.

One gallon is not much, the important thing is to win face.

"Nice Charm Theory, looking forward to seeing you in action, Mr. Gaunter."

"Slytherin plus 10 points!"

Everyone exclaimed, they didn't expect that Professor Quirrell, who had always promised never to add points, would actually add points to Slytherin, but seeing Samael's performance, they felt that it should be so.