Hogwarts snake wizard

"Good evening Professor Snape."

"Good evening, Mr. Principal."

Samael smiled and said calmly.

Nervous?

Nonsense, in front of this centenarian, Voldemort had to snort when he saw it. In violation of the rules, the dean and principal let him meet.

"Mr. Gaunt, just call me professor."

Dumbledore had a smile on his face and was very gentle, which was a stark contrast to the cold-faced Snape.

"Mr. Gaunt is so late, how can he be here."

Dumbledore didn't seem to see what he was doing, but instead chatted with him, but the more he did this, the more nervous he became.

"Although I am a Slytherin student, I also have no lack of spirit in pursuit of great adventures."

Samael looked as usual, at least on the surface. Snape snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

"Master, this is a big one, scared to death snake, you can't be an enemy with him."

Rebecca let go of the already bloodshot wizard and said tremblingly.

The intuition of the beast is much stronger than that of humans, and in Rebecca's eyes, the rich magical energy in the old man's body in front of him can scare the snake to death.

Of course, she did not forget to take the space equipment from the wizard's waist, and the master told her that wasting was a shameful act.

"Thank you for the compliment!"

To their surprise, Rebecca replied in fluent snake language.

Samael is almost numb, he has heard that Dumbledore can speak mermaid language, but he didn't expect that even Parseltongue can do it, and what you Dumbledore can't, even Snape looked at Dumbledore strangely.

"For an old man over a hundred years old, I think it should be normal to be a little erudite."

Samael nodded in agreement, complaining in his heart that a normal ghost, you would be too miscellaneous.

"What a pretty little guy, I think you'll be friends with the Newt kids."

Dumbledore touched Rebecca in admiration, not caring about her small movements, and Rebecca also behaved very well.

"Derek is good, we're already good friends."

Samael didn't know if he was tempting or lamenting, he didn't believe there was anything in Hogwarts that could hide from the legendary wizard.

"Mr. Gaunt, I think it's time for us to go back."

Dumbledore glanced at Samael, and the fainting wizard floated behind him.

"Professor, do you want to embody a different kind of adventure?"

Samael didn't know what to think of, and said to the two mysteriously.

"I'm older, but I'm still a Gryffindor."

Dumbledore winked playfully, giving Samael goosebumps.

Samael's snake whispered low, Finn and Cole on his fingers suddenly grew bigger, followed by Rebecca.

"Does the python take the walk? Nice idea.

Samael jumped above Rebecca's head, Dumbledore appeared above Cole's head in a flash, and Gryffindor had a special fondness for gold and red.

As for Snape, he turned into a black strip of cloth and flew above Finn's head, the ugly man with the ugly snake, Finn with him more than enough.

Three giant pythons galloped all the way, and a group of nocturnal creatures scattered.

"What an amazing adventure, but I'm afraid tomorrow the horses will come to me to negotiate."

Dumbledore had a smile on his face, enjoying the behavior just now.

Only Professor Snape's black face, his greasy hair blown back by the wind, as if ravaged by a tornado.

"Mistergunte, I don't mind leaving your eyes forever."

Snape snorted coldly and glared at Samael.

"I think Mr. Gaunt wouldn't mind talking."

"Very honored!"

Dumbledore opened his mouth at the right time to relieve him, Samael bowed lightly, and quickly agreed.

He didn't want to face Snape alone spraying venom.

"Something to drink?"

Once at the office, Samael took a closer look at his surroundings, the first time he had been in the principal's office.

"Have a glass of milk, and give me a cockroach pile if it's convenient."

Samael didn't recognize life at all, it was like coming to his own home, it was all over, and there was a fart for nervousness.

"Oh, I can't imagine that Mr. Gaunt has the same taste as me."

Dumbledore said in surprise, ignoring Snape who was about to vomit on the side.

Samael did taste the cockroach pile, the shell of the coffee was wrapped in a rich chocolate liquid, first crispy, and then wrapped in the rich sweet taste inside, even his old father was impressed by the taste, but he had to carry the beautiful Mrs. Claire on his back when eating.

"What does Mr. Gaunt think of the wizarding world now?"

Closer to home, Dumbledore asked an extremely broad question.

"The question is so big that I don't know where to answer."

Samael was stunned, what did this make him say, did he want him to say that the British wizarding world was rotten?

"Then tell me what you think of the Ministry."

Dumbledore was stunned and changed the question again.

"It seems to me that linking politics and magic is a very stupid question, not only is the decision-making ability to deal with matters very poor, but even the current Minister of Magic is clearly a wall-to-wall and cannot stand up."

Samael said it bluntly, directly tearing off the fig leaf of the Ministry of Magic.

"I could not have imagined that Mr. Gaunter had such an insight into the analysis of human nature and the situation."

Dumbledore was stunned and said with a sigh.

"Professor, what can you say bluntly, I don't have ideals like Grindelwald, I won't be as brutal as Voldemort, I have my loving family and friends who are determined to protect, my ideal is to become a person who enjoys life like Professor Slughorn, maybe the process will be a little stronger, but that's my goal."

Samael is quite frank, he is a lazy man, he can enjoy life, and he will never waste his mind on something unimportant.

"Mr. Gaunt, please forgive an old man..." Before

Dumbledore finished speaking, he saw Snape's pale face, weak and unsteady on his feet, and a thick death curse hanging over him, Dumbledore quickly lifted him up and placed him on the chair.

Samael listened to the miserable howl in his head, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Professor Snape, it's extremely immoral for me to want to spy on other brains."

"Maybe after so many years of the Second Wizarding War, you've grown older, oh no, maybe you still have some greasy hair on your empty head."

Samael showed no mercy, and after a pause, he bowed slightly to Dumbledore, turned and left.

Whoever has a brain that is watched will not be happy, and the strength of the Banshee's howl counterattack depends on the output of the caster, and Snape's miserable appearance is absolutely all-out.

"Severus, I can detect that this kid is telling the truth."

After Samael left, Dumbledore looked at Snape's pale and iron-cyan face and said seriously.