Hogwarts snake wizard

Since handing over the dragon egg to Hagrid, Samael has often come to visit.

Every time even Theodore wanted to go over and see it was ruthlessly rejected by him, look at the chicken feathers, a big-mouthed Hagrid is already very disturbing, and one or two more, it is better to go to the hall with a big speaker and shout.

When a secret is known by more than two people, it is no secret.

"Hagrid, why does it take so long for dragon eggs to be conceived."

Samael asked as she fed the dried fish prepared for Lady Lores to Tooth.

This guy wasn't a picky eater at all, he ate with relish, and last time he saw Hagrid give him rock crupies as teething toys.

"Actually, the breeding of dragon eggs doesn't take so long, it's because I can't imitate the temperature of Long Yan, so it's slower."

Hagrid patiently explained to Samael.

"Temperature? I'll spell and let me come. When

Samael heard this, he suddenly came to the spirit, and said in his heart, you said earlier, I am good at this.

"What?"

Hagrid was visibly stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"Uh... I'm talking about the Flame Spell. "

The flames are roaring, I played great."

Samael was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly explained. There is also no spell casting, condensing the flame in the palm of the palm and constantly changing shapes.

It seems to be a showmanship, but it is actually a disguise.

Hagrid thought he had misheard, and stopped bothering.

"Electric tailed dragon, doesn't it have lightning attributes, why don't you use lightning splitting."

In order to cover up his words, Samael threw out a new topic, but he regretted it after saying it.

How stupid a person can ask such a mentally retarded question, although the dragon egg is strong, it definitely can't withstand lightning.

"Danish dragon trainer Frankford Cameron once hatched thunderbirds with excellent weather spells, I think it should work, but I don't have such profound magic."

Hagrid said with a serious face, and when it came to Fantastic Beasts, he was extremely professional.

"Wipe, say it early, I really can."

Before Hagrid could react, Samael condensed a trace of thunder and lightning on his fingertips and placed it on the dragon egg, which was not damaged, but lit up with a faint magical light, surging with life.

He won't curse the weather, but controlling the weather is now a pinch in his hand.

"Really, Samael, you're such a genius."

Hagrid looked happy, at first he was a little worried, but after seeing this situation, he immediately stroked the eggshell happily.

"I know that."

Samael smiled proudly, now the whole of Hogwarts who did not know that he Samael was a genius instinct genius.

"You come every day, and it can definitely hatch for a week."

Hagrid didn't look back, still stroking the dragon egg, and felt a little more excited about Samael's proposal to hatch the Norwegian Backback Dragon with the Flame Spell just now.

"Hagrid, you..." Just

as Samael was about to say something, a snake neighing kept reaching his ears.

The "Big Four" on the fingers began to stir restlessly.

Samael's heart rose with the urge to go somewhere.

Voldemort?

Samael was startled, and "Snape's gaze" automatically triggered, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

He only remembered the first time he met Quirrell, Voldemort quietly gave him a slight soul grabber to try to change his mind, but he didn't expect to plant a seed in his mind.

Although the seed was hidden, it was very slight, and Samael's slight resistance completely extinguished this will.

Samael looked at the figure on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Hagrid, I'll go first, and I'll come see you tomorrow."

Hagrid, who was engaged, replied simply, not paying the slightest attention to Samael's abnormality, still staring intently at his baby dragon egg.

"Teacher, you looking for me?"

After Samael approached Quirrell, he forcibly endured the choking garlic smell and said respectfully.

"Mr. Gaunt, as smart as you, you should be able to guess my identity."

Voldemort said in a profound manner, the smell emitted by his every move made Samael uncomfortable, comparable to the standing garlic king eight.

"I realized that the only person who can silently cast the Death Seeking Spell in the entire wizarding world is the Great Dark Lord."

Samael is very calm and does not miss any flaws.

Voldemort knew that Samael had the means to resist spying and did not forcibly probe his brain.

"I believe that meager soul reaper curse is not enough to affect you, what gives you the courage to face me head-on?"

Voldemort stared at Samael, and even if he didn't need to be tempted, he had the power to see through people's hearts.

"In the wizarding world, I believe that there is no shame in following the great Dark Lord, as long as I have your support, I believe that the so-called power, power, and wealth are within reach."

Samael was extremely serious and true, but he always believed that he could still achieve his goals without relying on Lao Fu.

But now that the hitchhiker has arrived, Samael doesn't mind taking a shortcut.

"You are very honest, and when I fully recover, I don't mind realizing your dreams by the way."

"Then thank you teacher."

Lao Fu's posture was high, and Samael did not believe a single letter of the promise. The product created by a psychedelic agent does not understand love at all.

Not to mention his kind of kinship, even if his own mother is resurrected, the old Fudu may not buy it.

At the same time, he complained fiercely in his heart about Quirrell's finished calf thing, and just this inferior flatbread fooled you, a Ravenclaw student? What about your wisdom? Let the three-headed dog eat? Ravenclaw's face is all yours to lose.

"Quirrell's bad body is really annoying, I need your help to catch the unicorn."

As he spoke, Lao Fu's voice gradually disappeared, giving the dominance of his body back to Quirrell.

"My wand is made of a combination of alder and unicorn tail hair, the core of unicorn tail hair can't exert its full power when it hurts unicorns, I need you to cooperate with me."

Quirrell looked indifferent, and did not want to talk to Samael too much, if it were not for the Dark Lord teaching Samael, he would not be weak enough to need to drink unicorn blood to survive.

"Good professor."

People didn't want to talk, and Samael didn't want hot waste to stick to his cold buttocks.

The two were speechless all the way, searching for unicorns, Samael sneaking fish, watching the surrounding scenery, even if he had been here many times, he would still be deeply impressed by this quiet beauty.

At the same time, he also said, you look for it, I have already arranged for the unicorn to leave, if you can find a hair, you can ask me.

"Found it!"

Just as he was touching the fish, Quirrell's face-slapping voice reached his ears.

Looking at the fluorescent mane that was obviously left not long ago, Samael cursed: Lean

! My mother has arranged everything, how can there be such a stupid unicorn, could it be that the unicorn here is a Gryffindor's pet? Why is the head so iron?

Forget it, his meaning has long been passed on, the king of Yan does not advise the damned ghost, if he really finds this unicorn, he can only resign himself to fate.

Quirrell cast a phantom manifestation, constantly probing around. Samael performed his signature bubble flying technique, as if the water sky was floating above the Forbidden Forest, looking around.

Whether you can find something or not, you still have to install it.

"Go this way!"

Quirrell determined his direction, called out Samael, and walked in one direction.

"Professor, won't you show your trace?"

Samael looked at Quirrell strangely, feeling that this product really did not have a good brain, no wonder it could be recruited by Voldemort.

Quirrell was stunned and stared at Samael, always feeling that this kid was deliberately humiliating him.

Of course he would curse him, but now he could only bite the bullet and walk in the determined direction.

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