Hogwarts snake wizard

In September, the wet weather in Great Britain makes people feel bad.

In the Slytherin common room, the dim environment and the cold underground made Samael uncomfortable, and he unconsciously lost his coat in his sleep.

Cole, who usually feels very good, does not make him feel comfortable, the sheets are wet with sweat, and there is a painful expression on his forehead.

"Samael, wake up."

Vaguely, Samael heard someone calling for him to lift him up, and he smelled the aroma of food.

"Theodore, don't shake, I'm already awake."

Theodore shook him, his expression full of worry, which was different from the Samael he usually saw, and his whole person at this time had a different kind of "sickness".

Samael looked at the meat on the table, obviously smelling good, but had no appetite.

"What's wrong with you, did you catch a cold?"

Samael braced himself and sneered, he was probably the first young wizard to fall ill within a few days of enrollment.

The battle with Cedric consumed too much, and he was drenched in a lot of water, plus this environment in Slytherin, which was probably the reason why he had a cold.

"Or, go to Madam Pomfrey and get some cold medicine."

Theodore supported him and said softly.

Samael shook his head, bracing himself up and sweeping away all the food.

From his previous life to this life, he always believed that it was a three-point poison, but he basically relied on carrying all minor illnesses and disasters.

Madam Pomfrey's cold potion was said to be hot from his ears, and he was famous enough to not want to be noticeable.

"This is a contract given by the Traverse family."

Theodore watched Samael feel better and took a wooden box from his pocket.

"Godric Hollow? What a big hand.

Samael didn't know what Travers meant by the Loopers, Godric's Hollow was the only village in England made up of wizards, and Gryffindor Godric's birthplace was here, which can be regarded as the Internet celebrity check-in place of this era.

The ancestral land of the Potter family is also here, and even Dumbledore's legendary wizard's romance began here.

Not only the property, but even the shops in Hogsmeade are next to three brooms, and the location can be said to be very superior.

The tumultuous operation of the Traverse family really did not make him understand, either it was selling well or there was definitely a problem.

"House-elves are coming this weekend."

Theodore saw Samael thinking, thinking he was thinking about the house-elf.

"I'm not worried about this, but I'm afraid there will be problems with these two land deeds, do you have any suggestions?"

"The best thing to do is to hire a group of Aurors, their perception of danger is unmatched by us."

"Aurors still take personal work?"

"Of course, in fact, this kind of dangerous work is their favorite, the danger level is far lower than hunting down dark wizards, and they earn more."

The two chatted as they walked, and the textbook followed behind the two, receiving awe all the way.

Sitting in the Charms classroom, Samael was once again faced with a surge of sleep, and he felt that his head had to weigh hundreds of pounds.

Forced to give Draco a "hammer spark" at the front table, he listened to Professor Flitwick's explanation.

Professor Flitwick is probably the best-tempered professor in the whole of Hogwarts.

With goblin blood, he does not have a bit of leprechaun irritability, and the atmosphere of the entire class is very lively, and he can tell the focus of the whole lesson in a lively and vivid way, even if it is a simple lighting spell.

None of the Ravenclaw students were stupid, and after several attempts, everyone succeeded.

Samael didn't bother to take his wand, and condensed a dazzling ball of light directly at his fingertips.

Listening to the praise of the students around him, he felt that his head hurt more and more, and he couldn't wait to throw the ball of light and shout "Dongdong Wave" by the way.

"Wow, five points for Slytherin, Mr. Gaunt, what a subtle illumination spell, a subtle wandless casting."

"I mean you can do more?"

Professor Flitwick said with dancing hands.

"No problem, Professor."

Samael perked up, and the tips of each of the five fingers lit up with five-colored balls of light, and with a flick of his hand, the five-colored balls of light rotated around the classroom and returned to his fingertips.

Professor Flitwick is another round of praise, and he never skimp on these things for excellent students.

Samael bowed modestly and returned to his seat.

......

The library at Hogwarts, this was Samael's first time in, and he was much worse than a true scholar like Hermione.

The bookshelves listed show the depth of Hogwarts.

The deep forbidden book area was full of temptation for him.

"Samael, didn't you finish your homework? What is it written now? Malfoy on the side poked his head into Samael's stuff, full of curiosity.

"This is addressed to Mr. Filch." Samael's face was calm, his pale face was a little more red, and his ears were always steaming, which became a beautiful landscape in the library.

Yes, he did not hold on after all, and fell into a deep sleep in class, and Professor Flitwick saw his situation and did not punish, allowing Bellevie to pour a tube of fever-reducing potion into his mouth.

Samael wondered, not knowing how many strange things were in her small bag, and the potion she had taken out of the bag last time to treat Cole.

"Filch? He's one of the most unpopular people at Hogwarts, you know him?

Draco cried out in surprise, and saw Mrs. Pince raise the feather duster in her hand and sit down ruefully, her voice lowered, her eyes full of curiosity, and even Theodore and Bellev pricked up their ears.

"It's just a little bit of communication, not familiar."

Samael thought to himself, you are not much worse than him.

He didn't explain much, everyone stopped inquiring, only Draco was still whispering broken thoughts.

Samael was annoyed, "If you don't shut up, don't copy my potions homework, and hand over my herbology homework by the way." He

wrote his homework so fast, he didn't know what the professors were serious about, the homework was actually measured by feet, Snape's homework alone was three feet, almost three A4 sheets long, even if he enlarged his handwriting and line spacing, it took a lot of time.

Fortunately, he was educated by the flower cultivator university in his previous life, and wrote countless papers, and he described the origin of the scabies potion, its development, the characteristics of medicinal herbs, the improvement of celebrities, and the feasibility of subsequent prescription improvement.

The copy that should be copied, the correction that should be changed, the whole article is one-third of what is copied alone, but it does not prevent this from being an excellent student assignment, clear and clear, and the final guess is the finishing touch.

Everyone was shocked, regarded as a treasure, and circulated it one after another.

Thankfully, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were exempt from his assignments, otherwise he would have to write bitterly now.

"Eh~ how can this be called copying~ I am borrowing, yes, yes, it is borrowing, I am the great Malfoy family heir, how can I copy other people's homework."

Draco paused, then retorted hard, just writing Samael's homework and not letting go.

"Hmm~ how can this not be counted,"

Bellev on the side mocked strangely.

Samael was too lazy to deal with these two, and after writing to Filch, he began to write letters to his family again, and it had been two or three days since he had time to report safety, there were too many things that had happened in the past few days, and he picked and chose to write everything he could in the letter.

The library was quiet again, leaving only the sound of writing.