Hogwarts snake wizard

Samael hurried back to the castle, relying on the excellent levitation charm, followed by two large buckets of blood, and the students who came and went were all eye-catching.

He first gave the blood to Professor Sprout, who approved of his actions, for no other reason, and the blood orchid irrigated with blood was far more effective than pure snake qi.

He had no means of storing the blood, so he left it all behind.

Professor Sprout also thoughtfully prepared a large storage reagent for him to avoid similar problems in the future.

Just as he was worried about how to store the venom of the snake, the problem was solved at one time.

Samael went to Snape's office with the snake molt that was stored closely, and looked like a strong man dying.

If not, Filch's punishment was about to expire, and he didn't want to put too much effort into potions, and he didn't want to accept Snape's confinement at all.

His Head of House had always spoken mercilessly, and even Slytherin students could not avoid being sprayed with venom by the Serpent King, let alone a representative of a "problem student" like him.

Looking at Snape's office, which was almost one with the darkness, Samael looked resistant.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!

Samael slammed the office door hard, afraid that the people inside would not hear.

The door opened automatically, and Snape's gloomy voice came from inside.

"Mr. Gaunt, if you have received some etiquette education, you should know that it is an extremely shameful act to disturb your own professor during the break."

Snape's voice was as cold as ice, and the implication was that he was rude.

Samael didn't care what he said, looked around, and found that except for the door was black, the furniture in the office was black, Samael complained in his heart, it's really dark, it's really worthy of being the "Dark Lord" of Hogwarts.

Snape seems to be configuring some potion, there is a little purple mist floating in the tongs, it is very good-looking, Snape methodically places the potion materials, and the whole set of actions flows smoothly, making people feel indescribably comfortable.

He also secretly saw the homework that had been corrected on Snape's desk, and it should be said that although Snape was not of good character, he was still very responsible in teaching.

He found that the homework at the top was an acquaintance, it was Ron of Gryffindor, and the large letter D on it was very conspicuous, and the following read:

"If Mr. Weasley's eye had not been stolen by a burglar, he would have known that the correct answer was on the third line of the second page."

Samael looked unsurprisingly, indeed, expecting Snape to say good things was no different from a sow going up a tree, it was impossible at all.

"Mr. Gaunt, if you look at it again, I don't mind leaving your eyes here forever."

Snape's eyelids lifted slightly, and he looked at Samael.

"I guess Professor your collection is not inferior to me."

Samael was not afraid of him and replied.

"Say what you mean."

Snape's tone was cold.

"I want to make a deal with you Professor to exempt me from confinement."

Samael consciously sat on the sofa, and Snape frowned at him, he had not seen such a presumptuous student in a long time.

"I don't think you have the conditions to impress me."

Snape's tone was calm, but he had a sense of pride, as the youngest professor at Hogwarts and the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin of the Second Class, people did have this capital, and he was also a well-known potions master in England, and there was no shortage of money and power.

"Don't rush to refuse first, take a look at this first."

Samael took out an old snake molt from his arms and placed it on Snape's table.

He didn't have any extra space and equipment other than his suitcase, so he could only carry it in his arms, secretly thinking that he would have the opportunity to finish another one.

"The skin of the snake?"

Snape stepped forward quickly and looked at the things on the table in amazement, although it was questioning but his tone was very firm.

"That's right."

Samael looked at Snape's reaction and secretly exclaimed in his heart, this wave is stable.

"What do you want to get."

Snape didn't ask where this thing came from, but instead stared at Samael, as if to see something.

He didn't believe that Samael didn't know about the preciousness of the snake molt, and if he just wanted to avoid the 30-day confinement, he didn't need to pay so much.

"I don't need anything from you, it's enough to be exempt from confinement, and the rest is for me as a student to thank you for your teaching."

Samael looked at him without showing weakness, and unconsciously switched the state of "Snape's gaze", and the eyes of the two were cold and empty, as if they wanted to freeze everything around them.

The teaching of the fart, only one lesson, where is the superfluous teacher-student relationship.

"Get out!"

Snape slowly folded the snake and scolded.

Samael bowed slightly and slowly retreated, the atmosphere here is not good, the deal has been concluded, and he doesn't want to stay in this damn place for a moment.

Samael really wanted to sell well with the professor, and he could tell that people were wary of him, after all, his talent and behavior were very similar to that person.

But he doesn't care, anyway, there will be time to prove himself in the future, as for whether the immunity of a snake for a month of confinement is worth it, then the benevolent and the wise see the wise, anyway, he feels that it is worth it.

As soon as Samael reached the hall, he saw everyone looking at him with wary eyes, as if he were some kind of murderous unblinking star.

Although he was puzzled, he did not calculate, and walked to the direction of Slytherin with his own care, the trip to the Forbidden Forest was not stimulating, not to mention, tired was really tired, he had long been hungry with his chest against his back.

"Samael, I heard that you killed that half-blood giant named Hagrid, is it really fake?"

Before he could react, Draco ran over panting, gasping and asking.

"What?"

Samael's eyes widened and he asked in shock.

"Isn't it? They all said that they saw you and the half-blood giant go to the Forbidden Forest in the morning, and when you came back, the guy was gone and you brought back two buckets of blood, saying that you had secretly murdered him. Draco

looked at Samael's expression and felt that it was not like that, and directly said what he had seen and heard.

"Fart, that blood is a magical animal, Hagrid is still in the Forbidden Forest."

Samael was speechless, did he have such a bad reputation at Hogwarts? Is anyone believe such outrageous words?

"Didn't you really finish off that guy?"

Draco was a little unconvinced, after all, Samael was famous, and many people saw it.

Samael didn't bother to deal with him, rolled his eyes, and sat directly at the table.

The surrounding Slytherins also looked at him with skeptical eyes, guessing the truth of the matter.

Samael looked natural, anyway, Hagrid came back and the truth came out, and there was no need to explain it to these senseless people.

It's just that this feeling of being misunderstood is really not good, he can feel that someone behind him is pointing at him, and it is a little difficult to swallow the food on the table.

I want to be angry and don't think it's worth it.