Hogwarts snake wizard

In September, Hogwarts was already cool, and Samael felt the breeze and couldn't help but tighten his neckline.

"Samael, are you really well?"

Theodore on the side asked worriedly.

"Don't underestimate the faculty at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey's medical skills are no worse than those of the doctors at St. Mungo's Hospital."

After only one night, the bad state was gone, and Samael couldn't help but marvel at the magic of magic.

"Draco, why are you so excited?"

The two walked on the edge of the Black Lake, and Draco could be faintly seen walking towards them with a stunned face, and even Goyle and Crabbe behind him looked full of spirit.

"Don't you know? This morning both lessons were flying lessons, and Draco had a high level of flying.

Theodore looked at Samael in amaision, no little wizard could resist the joy of flying, and since the day of school, students had been looking forward to this day, even him.

"Flying lessons? That's really exciting.

Samael said, but Theodore didn't show the slightest look of expectation.

Samael was interested in flying, but really insensitive to flying on a broomstick.

Even though he knew that the flying broom had an invisible cushion, he could still feel the sadness of the "egg".

Moreover, riding a broomstick, there is a great heavenly dynasty imperial sword flying handsome.

"Samael, long time no see."

Draco looked at the two and quickly stepped forward to say hello, the smile at the corner of his mouth could not be hidden.

Samael was stunned, and Theodore on the side rolled his eyes, only to see him for one night, where did it come for a long time.

"Samael, I'm pretty good at flying, if I behave well, can you give me a set of clothes like yours."

Draco looked at him grimly, and even turned his back on Crabbe and Goyle.

He was not stupid, he saw Theodore wearing the same clothes as Samael every day, and when he passed the hall in the morning, he even saw Percy Weasley of Gryffindor wearing the same clothes, even Derek Scamander, he didn't know that Samael had created a secret society.

Samael and Theodore looked at each other and smiled, silently passing Draco.

"I'll definitely get your approval."

Draco was stunned, looking at the back of the two and silently swearing, and at the same time a little aggrieved, obviously I met first.

Samael didn't have any prejudice against Draco, but it wasn't enough to get into the Dream Fulfillment Organization without the talent he could take.

The status of the heir to the Malfoy family can only be regarded as a plus, and if there is no outstanding talent, it can only hold the other members back.

"Samael, how are you?"

In the distance, Harry asked with concern as he ran over to the surprised gazes of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

He hadn't spoken to Samael in days since entering Hogwarts, and he had heard about yesterday's events, but he believed Samael wasn't what Gryffindor said he was.

He always had a good impression of the man who took him in.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Harry."

Samael looked mild.

Harry was relieved to hear this, he was sorry that he didn't go to see this friend for the first time yesterday.

"Harry, it's almost time for class, let's go together."

In the distance, Ron also walked over, with a hint of nervousness in his expression, if Harry hadn't been here, he would never have approached this Slytherin viper.

He had reminded many times that the Gaunt family were crazy, but Harry just didn't believe it, and in order to prevent his friend from being sidetracked, he had to bite the bullet.

When Samael's eyes swept over him, he only felt that his scalp was numb, and Theodore's eyes behind him were also not friendly.

"Okay, Harry, it's really time for class, let's go together."

Ron had no intention of saying hello to him, he naturally wouldn't rush to find it, and what he cared about was always Harry Potter.

After several people arrived at the Quidditch field, they consciously separated, and they all knew the grudge between the two houses.

"Good morning everyone, what are you waiting for, stand on the left side of the broom."

Madame Hooch was a fierce person, not only a professor of flying lessons, but also a Quidditch referee, she had short silver hair and golden pupils like eagle eyes.

"Put your right hand above the broom and speak."

The little wizards tried the way she said.

"Get up."

Draco on the side succeeded in his first attempt, looking at Samael proudly.

Samael remembered Theodore's words, this cargo has a good flying talent. Looking around, only Harry succeeded for the first time.

Theodore and the others tried many times and succeeded, only Ron on the Gryffindor side and Hermione's broom kept rolling.

Samael saw Crabbe secretly kick a broom, and the broom obediently flew into his hand.

"Mr. Gaunt, why don't you give it a try."

Madame Hooch, visibly dissatisfied with Samael's inaction, questioned.

"Sorry Professor, get up!"

Samael tried it for the first time, and the broom did not move.

"Get up!"

"Get up!"

......

Samael didn't respond after several attempts, the broom couldn't even roll, and Samael didn't respond when he learned to kick Crabbe several times.

At this time, he had not yet succeeded in the entire class, and everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Kid, this broom may be broken, try this."

Mrs. Hooch handed over a new broom just in time.

"Get up!"

"Get up!"

......

Several attempts in a row were unsuccessful, and it was still the same after changing several brooms in a row.

"Kid, you may be Britain's first flying broom squib."

Mrs. Hooch looked at Samael with a strange expression, she had only heard of this situation in the world, but it was the first time she had seen it.

At this time, both Gryffindor and Slytherin were talking about it, looking at him with pity.

No one could have imagined that the famous Samael Gaunt was actually a flying broom squib.

"It's not a big deal if you don't experience the fun of flying."

Draco on the side converged a little proudly and whispered.

Samael looked ugly, would not comfort people can shut up, who said that Lao Tzu would not fly without riding a broom.

"Water escape, water sky like."

Samael's hands froze, and with a loud drink, the water vapor on the ground surged up, forming a huge bubble, enveloping him, the bubble left the ground, quickly flew to the sky, and left quickly.

Samael stands elegantly in the center of the bubble, controlling the direction of flight.

This was the first time he had flown in this direction, and he did not dare to fly too high, although he did not have the thrill of a breeze, but he was also satisfied.

However, he secretly swore that he would definitely learn Snape's flying spell when he had the opportunity.

Samael went back and forth, ignoring the envious gazes of everyone, and after greeting Mrs. Hooch, he lay down alone under the tree to sleep.

Since there is no talent in this area, there is no need to waste time.

Saying that he is sleeping is actually refining Chakra, he has not forgotten the plan he has set, and of course he has not forgotten to channel Rebecca out, who can refuse a soft snake bed? Whoever has been wronged, he cannot wronged himself.