Hogwarts snake wizard

Dark forest at night, silent mountains.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, and the surrounding trees are shrouded in fog, hazy and looming.

Samael sat on the throne, looking at the dejected Veelas, and the joy in his heart was unprecedented.

This is the prototype of his elven army, he thought it was just a small tribe, at most dozens of Veelas, but he didn't expect that there were so many.

"Alyosha, you really didn't let me down!"

"Calm their emotions and I will grant you supreme glory!"

Samael's hand caressed her cheek as if looking at some rare treasure.

Alyosha lowered her head shyly, avoiding looking at the indignant clansmen as much as possible.

Samael was not in the mood to tease her, and recalled the snakes to the snake pupil space, and the Veelas were all locked up in the mirror space.

After casually opening a space door, he returned directly to Malfoy Manor.

"Oh, it's all there!"

In the conference hall, looking at Samael's sudden appearance, everyone was startled by him, and at the same time a little speechless.

"Do you think you're visiting the door?"

Samael ignored their resentful gazes and walked straight to Lao Fu.

"Teacher, fortunately, the traitors are already dead."

After bowing slightly, Samael handed the unmarked stretched bag to Lao Fu.

Lao Fu just glanced at it and didn't pay attention anymore. Those with broken limbs and arms, who lack heart and head, can see that they died miserably.

"Well done."

The voice fell, and Lao Fu swept out all these corpses, dressing the conference room as a purgatory on earth.

Silently showing everyone the end of betrayal.

(Narcissa: Littering?

Samael looked at everyone present, there were a few more people than last time, some knew and some did not, but the soul was still the same "black".

Think about it, what kind of good things can be to follow Voldemort.

"Give you another mission, bring Fenrir Greyback and the rest of his men, guests from afar will arrive soon, and we lack some real servants."

Voldemort's followers couldn't be just that, so he needed more cannon fodder.

When it comes to cannon fodder, who would refuse the werewolf race, this is simply the best choice

"My honor! Teacher!

Samael smiled heartily and bowed slightly.

At the same time, he also cursed angrily in his heart: I want the horse to run and don't give the horse grass, and Zhou Pickpocket is just that.

Why do you always let me go with so many 'friends', I just came back."

Samael exhaled and turned to leave, the real reason he could actually guess.

It is nothing more than wanting to completely expose his evil deeds to the wizarding world, which is a little bit of a means.

It's like I'm "black" and can follow your orders wholeheartedly.

Bah! Dream!

Samael turned around and opened the space door for himself and left directly.

For Lao Fu, he never thought of falling to him, not to mention anything else, it was not worth it just in terms of IQ.

A terrorist who made people smell discolored actually listened to a fortune teller saying that a child could rattle him, and he believed him.

Samael suspected that the purebloods who followed him were just as brainless as he was.

"Overturned Alley, it's been a long time."

The last time he was here was the last time, Samael took a deep breath, the cloudy biological aura almost made him breathe.

"Filthy beast!"

After Samael slowed down, with a wave of his hand, a huge wind blade directly cut the house in front of him in half.

One by one, the werewolves rushed out and glared angrily at Samael.

"Samael Gaunt? How could he be here! "

Many werewolves recognized him, after all, he was very ruthless, and half of the werewolf gathering area let him blow up.

Coupled with the propaganda given to him by the Ministry of Magic this year, even the lowest werewolves have heard about it.

I want to make a move, but I am afraid of Samael's strength.

"Let Greyback out!"

Samael's eyes were silent and expressionless.

"Little cub, you actually dare to come alone."

Not far away, a werewolf covered in rags with obvious scars on his face stepped forward quickly.

Looking at Samael's fine skin and tender flesh, there was a cruel smile on his face.

"I'm going to make your skin into a towel."

Fenrir's speed is fast, and it is hard to imagine that a cursed werewolf can maintain such physical strength without the night of the full moon.

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

Samael's fingers moved slightly, and he flew straight out.

"The Dark Lord has returned, take your clan with me!"

Samael's voice revealed a hint of impatience, the werewolf creature was not even qualified to be engraved with the Dark Mark by the old man, so he did not know the news that Voldemort had returned.

"Really?"

"Is the Great Dark Lord finally back?"

Fenrir Greyback struggled to his feet, his eyes revealing ecstasy.

Suddenly he howled madly, and his subordinates also learned the same when they saw this.

The return of the Dark Lord heralded the rise of the entire dark creature.

"Let's go!"

Samael turned around, he never had the habit of explaining a second time.

"Go and die!"

No one saw the madness in Fenrir's eyes at the moment Samael turned around, last time he was not there, this guy actually dared to attack his base camp.

Unforgivable!

Claws and fangs attack Samael in unison.

At the moment when his claws were about to approach Samael, he was enveloped in a strong sense of restraint, and a cruel smile was so stagnant on his face.

"Last time you weren't there, it wasn't my luck, it was yours."

"What a filthy and stupid beast."

Samael looked at him with disdain.

It has almost become his habit to keep his mind at all times, and the roar in this guy's heart is about to pierce his brain.

Alas!

Samael sighed, his fingers dotted slightly, and Fenrir's nails were brutally torn off, extending inward from the joints of his fingers and toes, breaking every section.

Fenrir's visible distortion, Samael's extremely slow speed, allowed him to enjoy the pain to the fullest.

If you do something wrong, you will be punished, which is also Samael's standard of life.

Watching him gradually put on a pose that is impossible for humans to complete, I can't wait to petrify him on the spot and make him completely turn into a statue.

Filled with blood mist, a strange wailing statue, Samael suddenly admired his artistic achievements.

"Sure enough, I'm the best!"

Samael chuckled and looked away from Fenrir.

"With him, I don't want to waste any more time because of you."

Samael's eyes were gloomy, and he casually cut open a spatial door, looking at the werewolves who fled into the spatial passage in embarrassment, and smiled with satisfaction.

Some people are born cheap, but Enwei and this set really works.

Samael left directly, and the werewolves would naturally have other arrangements.