Hogwarts snake wizard

"Samael, just give me one!"

Draco was like an ass along the way, inching behind Samael.

For no other reason, this guy's death spell last night was with his own wand.

Samael waved his wand casually in order to keep his mind long.

It turned out that this simple one almost made Draco see that he was too tidy.

So beg Samael to build a wand for him as well.

Through the surface memories he leaked, Samael discovered that he was actually kicking Voldemort and slashing Samael's sweet dreams.

Directly rewarded him with an upside-down golden bell, and the terrifying power almost strangled his ankles.

Even so, it did not dispel his thoughts.

"What if this wand needs to ride on your Malfoy glory."

Samael asked solemnly.

Of course, he will not let go of this, and he will not allow anything else to say about the materials.

Looking at the pensive Draco, Samael smiled slightly and left directly.

"Theodore, if you need to sell your soul and personality, will you exchange it for a super chance."

Looking at the silent Theodore, Samael was a little curious about what he would choose.

"Nope!"

Theodore pondered for a moment and replied decisively.

Samael shook his head with a smile and didn't say anything.

Still too young, in his opinion, there is no shame in selling souls and principles, but a shame is not being able to sell for a good price.

Samael walked through the hall, looking at the students in a hurry, and followed with some curiosity.

Where they passed, the crowd retreated, and this is the prestige of the school bully.

"What's the situation?"

"Professor Trauny was fired from the powder toad."

Looking at the lively wizard was originally impatient who was so eyeless and disturbed him to eat melons.

After seeing Samael, he decisively chose to follow his heart and honestly explained the cause of the matter.

Samael actually looked down on this professor, and judging from all the performances, the level of spiritual time at that time also indicated that she could only be regarded as a third-rate prophet.

If she hadn't predicted the Dark Lord's death, I'm afraid Dumbledore wouldn't have left her.

Professor McGonagall was kind, and even though she couldn't look at Sybil's level, she stepped forward to comfort her.

In the end, it was Dumbledore who came forward to leave Trawney at Hogwarts.

Samael suddenly admired these politicians. Where did she get the courage to face Dumbledore?

Pure and pure to death, such a big pot Liang Jingru can not be carried.

"Mr. Gaunt, I think the school should be dressed uniformly."

Looking at Samael's figure preparing to leave, Umbridge was like a cat who saw fish, smelling fishy and leaning up.

At this time, everyone was staring at the two, originally thinking that the melon had already been eaten, but did not expect that there was a good show behind.

Samael turned and stared at her slightly.

"Snap!"

A loud slap hit her in the face.

Umbridge was instantly stunned, she never expected that any student would dare to hit her.

"You actually dare..." Looking

at the powder toad struggling to stand up, Samael was as calm as ever, but before she could finish her words, another loud slap hit her in the face.

It's not the first time I've hit you, I've used the drill spell, what is a slap.

This time it was even worse, not only the corners of the mouth were torn, but even the teeth were knocked out.

"I'm the Minister of Magic..."

Seeing Umbridge open his mouth again, Samael helplessly plucked his ears and continued to repeat the previous practice.

"I am..."

"Snap!"

"The Ministry of Magic won't let it go..."

"I..."

Samael is very patient, but if she dares to open her mouth, she will definitely have a mouth.

Looking at the swollen face like a pig, a trace of pain flashed in everyone's eyes.

Since the beginning of the school, this woman has successfully offended the teachers and students of the school with her own strength.

Some of the Slytherins were too evasive to watch this scene, and as Umbridge's doglegs, although they hated her, they were not less bullied.

"It's boring!"

Samael patted the non-existent ash on his clothes, yawned, snapped his fingers, and saw Umbridge turn away like a walking corpse.

The green light on her face flowed, the swelling was abnormal, and the bright sunflowers behind her head made her feel an inexplicable sense of joy.

This was the first time Samael brazenly asserted his hegemony in a school, still against a professor.

Dumbledore looked puzzled, and Professor McGonagall wanted to say something, but never opened his mouth.

Listening to the praise of the students along the way, Samael knew that this play was not in vain.

"Cool, really cool!"

"I must learn that snapping finger, it's so handsome!"

"He didn't even treat the powder toad!"

Ignoring the whispering students, Samael's actions opened up a whole new way for students to vent.

Umbridge's level of magic is not outstanding, at least some of the senior ones are better than her.

With Samael's head, as long as he goes out, he no longer needs to be afraid of her.

......

"Professor, shall we talk?"

"I don't think I need to talk to you."

In Snape's common room, two people, one big and one small, stared at each other.

"What if I make a deal with you with Harry's life."

Samael smiled wickedly, not afraid of Snape's intransigence.

"What did you say?"

Snape was about to grab Samael by the collar, but found himself locked in place.

This wonderful little wizard has grown to the point where he is no longer under his control.

"Calm down, Professor, you don't even look as impulsive as that powder toad."

Samael stepped forward, and Snape straightened his collar.

"You know that the reason the Dark Lord doesn't die is a Horcrux."

"You wouldn't be naïve to think that Harry could be Parsellad, and the Potters had any Slytherin blood."

"No, it won't."

Samael tested Snape in an exaggerated tone, watching his eyes shrink and gradually realize.

"Looks like you get it."

"To kill the Dark Lord, Harry must die."

After Samael said all this, he saw that Snape's face turned pale instantly, and all his strength was drained.

"Promise me a deal, I, let him live."

With the Resurrection Stone, Samael is confident of recreating the miracles of the original book.

"Deal!"

Snape agreed decisively without asking him what he needed to give.

"As for? The child of a love rival. Seeing

that Snape had signed the contract, Samael didn't understand something.

If it was Lily, he could understand if the old bat gave so much, and if it was Lily and other people's children, Samael could barely figure it out.

But Harry has half the blood of the bully who bullied him, and even if Snape loves Lily, he doesn't need to pay so much for "offending the merits".

"Love, it really can make people lose their minds."

Samael didn't look at Snape's expression and left without thinking about it.

If given the choice, Samael would never want to be tainted with love in his life.