Hogwarts snake wizard

Slytherin is a gathering place for pure-blood wizards, or at worst, half-blood wizards.

The most important thing is cultivation, the whole dining table is orderly, rarely makes a sound, in contrast to other colleges.

Since Samael wanted to integrate into the academy as a nobleman, he would naturally not be unprepared, and the etiquette of pure-blood nobles made him learn it completely, and his contact with the upper class in Muggle society was also very fast.

Beverly also entered Slytherin as she wished, sitting on the side and peeking at Samael from time to time.

Neither of them had the habit of chatting during meals and concentrated on cooking.

He is a martial arts practitioner, and he already eats a lot, and today he ate a sandwich all day, and he was hungry for a long time.

He eats extremely fast but always with grace. Even Draco's two pig-headed henchmen ate well.

"Mr. Zabini, please don't look at me like that, it will affect my meal."

Samael could feel Zabini's hot eyes even without looking up, with fear and hatred.

"You wait for me, I won't let you go."

Zabini looked resentful, and the sharp knife slashed at the plate.

"Mr. Zabini prides himself on his noble blood, and if he has an opinion about me, it is better to propose a black glove duel, and I will definitely accompany him to the end."

The rest of Slytherin was shocked, the Black Glove was an ancient duel for pure-blood nobles that ended with the death of one party, and this duel had not been seen in modern times for fifty years.

"Hmph!"

Zabini is just arrogant, he is not stupid, he still has a clear understanding of himself, just snorts coldly and continues to cook.

"You have to pay more attention to the fifth grade Marcus Flint, who is the captain of the Quidditch team."

Malfoy on the side whispered.

"Who?"

"It's the one you knocked out."

Samael didn't react for a moment, and Malfoy whispered a reminder.

"It turned out to be the gorilla, but the Marcus family has a troll bloodline, how can it be so ugly."

Malfoy was stunned when he heard this, and he laughed unconsciously, and Samael touched him with his elbow, which only then converged.

Samael doesn't mind making friends with Malfoy, Marcus helps Zabini for money, he can also work with Malfoy for money, after all, who would refuse something profitable,

"Do you want to make a deal."

"What deal?" Malfoy was stunned.

"I don't know how much the shadow prefect is worth in the eyes of the Malfoy family."

Samael kept teasing Malfoy's nerves.

The Shadow Prefect is a Slytherin tradition in which each grade elects a Shadow Prefect, and although there is no real right, all students in this grade must obey him.

For the power-revering Slytherin, the selection method is, of course, a duel.

"2000 gold gallons!"

"Deal, but I want the shadow room."

Samael has too many pets and doesn't want to squeeze a room with others.

The two happily reached a deal, and for the Malfoy family, 2,000 gold gallons bought not only glory, but also power and connections, which would last even after graduation.

Although Samael lacks money, he doesn't like the 2,000 galleons very much, he prefers to control the people with power over controlling the power, and Malfoy is an excellent candidate.

Malfoy looked forward to the stars and the moon and finally waited until the meal was over, and Ian Blog, the fifth year prefect, led a group of young wizards back to the Slytherin common room.

Looking at the gloomy bunker in front of him, Samael wondered if he really didn't get rheumatism if he lived in such a place.

Ian Blog waved his wand, emptied the couch in the common room, and shouted loudly, looking a little more crazy.

"Slytherin little wizards, I believe you don't need too much introduction from me, and those who choose to withdraw from the shadow prefect competition now can leave."

None of the two dozen little wizards chose to leave, most of the Slytherin students were pure-blood wizards, and a very few half-bloods also knew the convenience of prefect status in the elder description, so no one would choose to give up.

Snape was now on the side, looking at the group of little wizards with an indifferent expression.

"Begin!"

"Except for your weapons! Faint! Awesome front teeth race! Except

for a few who had not yet reacted, most of the spells were shot at Samael.

His strength is obvious to everyone, and everyone wants to eliminate him first.

Most wizarding families choose to train in magic after the awakening of magic, so the four houses, even if they have the smallest number of Slytherins, have the strongest fighting power.

Samael dodged left and right, all of them were small wizards, and their magical power was still unstable, not to mention accuracy.

His level 4 kickboxing gave him strong neural reflexes, and most of the spells missed.

"Armor Protection!"

Some spells that were not good were easily stopped by him.

A few unlucky ones were bounced off by the shield and lay on the ground crying.

"Flock of birds!"

A flock of crows flew out of Samael's wand, a large area of black pressure, the little wizard could not even fight him, let alone the more sensitive birds, a group of people were in a hurry.

The flock of birds is a very special magic, each person summons different birds, which can effectively draw the attention of enemies.

Raven claims to be the largest crow, and has done a lot of trouble for this group of little wizards in a limited space.

"Liverope bondage!"

A ball of hemp rope shot out of Samael's wand, quickly entangled the little wizard like a snake.

With the wave of Snape's wand, the fallen students withdrew from the battlefield.

In addition to Malfoy, there are Beverly Crouch, Bryce Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, and Theodore Knott, all of whom are members of the Holy Twenty-Eight Race, all of whom have their own areas of expertise.

Theodore, in particular, wounded the ravens with an excellent thorn spell.

Everyone looked around warily, most of their eyes still focused on Samael.

Just as several people made eye contact and were about to take Samael together, two female voices were the first to break the silence.

"Faint!"

"All petrified!"

The two spells shot at each other, and the only two girls were out together.

Whether it was the people on the field or the spectators outside the field, they were stunned, and neither of them had any intention of hiding, presumably they both felt that they would not be harmed.

Sure enough, beautiful women always hate each other.

Samael shook his head and continued to wave his wand, the spellless spell cast was played by him Special Six, Malfoy and Zabini were both dodging in embarrassment, and only Theodore Knott could occasionally fight back.

"Avadaso!"

A miserable green light flew towards Zabini and knocked him away.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Samael, even the calm Snape panicked, fear, and tension broke out instantly, and the little witch watching the battle even cried.

Samael took advantage of Theodore Noether's stunned moment, waved his hand casually, and the carpet turned into a giant python and wrapped him tightly.

"Mr. Gaunt, do you know what you did?"

Snape looked cold, and the cloak behind him was like the wings of a bat.

"Don't worry, Professor, Mr. Zabini is not dead, I used the Coma Charm, and by the way, I put a green light with two hearts."

Samael looked calm, and Snape sighed silently in relief after checking it.

"Mr. Gaunt, you have successfully secured a month of confinement for yourself."

Snape said through gritted teeth, Samael pretended not to see, and secretly communicated with Malfoy with his eyes, and Malfoy reacted.

"Except for your weapons!"

Samael's wand flew into Malfoy's hand.

"Well, I lost, it seems that the shadow prefect of the first grade belongs to you."

Samael announced the prefect's belongings in a tone that could not be more fake, and turned to take his wand to find a single room that belonged to him.

Leaving Snape, who was alone and messy, and Malfoy, who was laughing like a fool.