Hogwarts snake wizard

After the Transfiguration class, Samael's small group decisively returned to the Slytherin common room.

Seniors have a lot of schoolwork, and most of them don't show up in the common room, and they mostly spend time in study halls, even Slytherins.

There were only a few of them lingering in the huge lounge, and even if the rest wanted to participate, no one would take care of them, and Draco and the others had already confirmed their small circle in their hearts.

Samael's words in Transfiguration class were most excited besides Draco and Theodore Kid, who often looked at him with fiery eyes, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

It's all men looking at him like this, and he will be somewhat awkward.

"Theodore, what are you doing looking at me like that."

Samael teased Cole and asked Theodore nonchalantly, and Cole was honored to be by his side because of his slightly higher appearance, and did not enter the Forbidden Forest.

"I think you can be the King of Slytherin."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the lounge who was still talking quietly instantly froze on the spot, and Malfoy, who was bullying Crabbe, also stopped playing in an instant.

"Reason."

Samael was also taken aback, he valued Theodore very much, and wanted to know what he really thought.

"You have strength, you have blood, and most importantly, your ideas are persuasive."

Theodore tugged at the hood on his head, burying his pale face in the shadows.

"I already made it clear in the Transfiguration class, the reason why I did this is to make Draco firm his belief in spell casting, and there is no other meaning."

Samael said with a calm face, secretly complaining in his heart about what kind of joke, just promised Professor McGonagall that he would not become a person like Voldemort, and then form a group based on blood theory, that is not a slap in the face.

"I am willing to follow you and help you achieve great things."

Theodore's eyes were firm, and the people around him, you look at me, I look at you, and their expressions are uncertain.

Most of them are the heirs of the major families, and they dare not make such a promise.

Theodore is different from them, he also has an older brother above him, who has been determined to be the heir, and his best result is to become a wizarding nobleman who does not have to worry about food and clothing.

He is unwilling, he also wants to achieve something great and make the family proud of him, but he has self-awareness, no matter how hard he tries, he may not be able to win over his brother, who is also a genius.

Now he finally saw a glimmer of hope, if he could follow a great wizard, he would not be able to push the family to a new height, and this candidate was naturally Samael Gaunt.

"I don't know exactly what you've been through, but I reject your offer."

Samael didn't bother to explain, only to see Theodore take a step back with an unwilling expression.

"I don't want to be the person you think, but I want a best friend who can be trusted with your back, I don't know if you want to?"

Samael wanted a trusted friend more than his subordinates.

"I do! I do!

Theodore's unwilling expression quickly turned red, and he shouted excitedly.

Samael looked around, just in time to see a senior coming back from outside, hurriedly conjuring a towel and stuffing it into his mouth, and those who didn't know thought they were together.

Calm returned to the lounge, Beverly discussed the contents of Transfiguration class, and Draco and Goyle Crabbe spit on Harry Potter.

Samael suspected that the two were either sick or in true love, but he preferred the latter, after all, this was a corrupt country, and at least half of Malfoy's entire youth at Hogwarts was spent in love with Harry.

Samael also participated in their conversation, quietly flipping through the Transfiguration books that Gower had brought up, which gave Samael a new understanding of Transfiguration.

Drawing a burning stick of wood from the fireplace, it turned into an eagle hovering over the lounge under the wave of its wand, and a flutter turned into a python, swimming on the ground, causing Draco to exclaim.

Like Professor McGonagall had practiced in class, it was just very stiff.

"The secondary deformation is not the material itself, but the sub-delicate change on the basis of the magical properties."

Samael muttered. In this way, it is not urgent to upgrade the Transfiguration, it is better to integrate the Transfiguration into the battle process.

"Is local change possible?"

Samael flipped through the pages of the book while waving his wand.

Turn the stick into a long thorn, one of which abruptly turns bright silver, shining with a metallic sheen.

The larger the volume, the more difficult it is to deform, and in addition to the need to concentrate, the casting time will be longer.

Deforming an entire tree and deforming a single leaf can be said to be very different.

In his opinion, transfiguration belongs to the discipline of golden oil, and he thinks how terrifying it would be if the land was turned into a swamp, the clouds into rain and dew, and the earth and rock grew spikes.

Judging from the fact that the Ministry of Magic does not even allow Transfiguration torture, Transfiguration has a lot of room for development.

And he is not one of those naïve little wizards, he thinks that powerful spells are the most powerful, if that were the case, modern magic would not eliminate ancient magic.

Samael's desire to experiment became furious.

Samael looked at Draco, who was chasing Goyle, and with a flick of his wand, the button on Draco's chest instantly turned into a slender poisonous tongue.

The green snake's body was only half cut off, as if it was growing on its clothes, and its blood basin was wide open, and sharp fangs were faintly visible.

"Draco, be careful."

Beverly, who was watching the play on the side, hurriedly reminded, and Goyle turned back in horror and pointed at Draco's with his mouth open.

Draco looked confused, and when he looked down, he saw a gray-brown vertical pupil looking at him, and Sen Han's breath came to his face.

"Ugh!"

An earth-shattering shout resounded throughout the lounge, slapping and backing away, knocking down several unfortunate little wizards.

Samael did not give the Transfiguration an attack command, naturally he would not attack Draco, and under his panicked tuging, he was stunned and pulled off, turning it back into a button.

"Sorry, Draco, this was just an experiment, I thought the Slytherin Shadow Prefect wouldn't be afraid of snakes."

Samael also knew that it was a bit too much, and sincerely apologized.

"Who is afraid, who is afraid, I am the heir of the Malfoy family, how can I be afraid of a small snake, I forgive your behavior, but you must give me the magic just now."

Malfoy pretended to be calm, as if it wasn't him who Ulla was screaming just now, but the pretended tsundere made them slightly funny.

Samael took out his notebook and recorded the casting process for Malfoy to watch.

The core of this spell is Transfiguration, but the local transformation involves some special magic circuits that are slightly more complicated.

Theodore also took it to see, in his opinion, if the viper just now had the venom that sealed the throat with blood, Malfoy would most likely have died in place.

Samael did not stop them, and the success of this spell opened his eyes.

Spells require a lot of practice to increase their power, and in his opinion, they are too slow, and using Transfiguration to break power is not a means.