Hogwarts snake wizard

Samael took the tired Theodore to walk through the Forbidden Forest, and the whole state was very pleasant, as if he had come to sightsee.

"Hiss~

hiss~hiss~" "Okay, I know you can deal with those werewolves, but this is the night of the full moon after all, and I can't guarantee what will happen after you are bitten."

Samael appeased the complaining Big Four, and when the war began, he was afraid of the wolf venom of the werewolf and never let the Big Four make a move.

In terms of size, they have no problem crushing werewolves, but if something does happen, Samael has no place to even cry.

"Do you want to become a wolf snake?"

Saying this, the Big Four didn't say anything, only Rebecca muttered "the owner is really annoying, who wants to become that ghost" and so on.

Samael stroked Finn's head, teasing the only "ugly snake" beside him.

Finn excitedly spat out the snake letter and licked his hand.

Among the Big Four, Cole is arrogant, Rebecca is willful, Ilya is gentle and fierce, only Finn is well-behaved, but he is a face control and rarely pays attention to Finn, but the love for him in his heart has never been less.

Samael played with the snakes, and from time to time in the silent jungle, the whispers of ordinary demons were heard, which made people shudder.

The teenager is happy, the mad snake dances, and the whole picture is strange and harmonious.

There was a smile on Theodore's cold face behind him, and such a picture was fixed in his mind, and he wanted to protect the boy's smile.

......

"Master, there are werewolves speeding closer, but something different."

The snake's heat perception was extremely keen, and Rebecca quickly informed Samael of the situation.

Samael's expression sharpened, and even he felt this different atmosphere.

"Samael, what happened?"

Theodore knew something must be wrong when he saw Samael's expression.

Before he could explain, a humanoid phantom threw Theodore out at an extremely fast speed.

He was completely out of the game without even seeing what the person was like.

The four giants quickly attacked the black shadow with their heads held high, but they were easily dodged and could only surround Samael uneasily.

Samael was also the first time to see this situation, and with his strength, he only saw a pair of red pupils, revealing madness and wildness.

He didn't even have time to release the Iron Armor Spell.

"Fak, careless."

Samael waved his wand, and the sound of explosions continued to sound, forcing the black shadow to the rear, leaning over to check Theodore's situation, and found that he was only knocking unconscious, which made him relaxed.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Samael shouted angrily and finally stunned the comer.

"What is this... Plaything? Werewolves?

Samael finally saw the identity of the comer, sharp claws, a wolf-like head, and silver-white mane full of wild aura.

This mother is the werewolf in his mind, and compared to the werewolves he met before, those goods are like malnourished skeletons.

"Well, it's a male, bah..." "

I'm leaning, don't you want to be so exaggerated."

Samael had just glanced at it and saw that the werewolf's injured part was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, there was no wound other than blood to prove the injury he had just suffered.

Knowing that Samael's explosive spell was comparable to that of an Auror, this exaggerated resilience made him very curious about the body of the comer.

This guy soon woke up, his fierce eyes stared at Samael, and the killing intent in it was not concealed in the slightest, and he rushed towards Samael.

Werewolves are fast, but Samael's spells are faster, and spellless casting is so unreasonable.

An explosion continued to hit his joints, and the werewolf fell to the ground in response, healing, attacking, wounding, healing, attacking, hurting again...

After the tenth fall, the werewolf's resilience is significantly reduced.

The fierce look revealed a hint of clarity.

"Samael Gaunt?"

The werewolf was obviously stunned and asked suspiciously.

"You actually retain your sanity on a full moon night, you are a student at Hogwarts?"

Samael was amazed at the change in werewolves, he had not heard of a werewolf who could retain his sanity on a full moon night, unless he drank the wolf poison potion, but the situation was not quite like before.

And this product knows him, definitely a student of Hogwarts.

"Branson Hall, Ravenclaw sophomore."

The werewolf regained his mobility, his neck turned, and the huge wolf's head reformed into a human form, retaining only sharp teeth and sharp claws, and his red pupils looked strangely beautiful.

"Who? Branson Hall? Samael

was surprised at the change in this guy at first, if he poked it out, it would definitely be a new discovery in the wizarding world, and he was stunned for a moment to find that this guy was actually the alchemical genius that Percy said.

"You know me?"

Branson wondered if a figure like Samael would pay attention to him.

"Yes, Percy must have invited you to join my organization."

Samael looked calm, and it was hard to see what he was thinking.

"I did invite, but I declined."

Branson suddenly realized and acted very calmly, and Percy rejected the name Samael before he could say it.

"Why?" Samael wondered.

"I offended some people and was not in the mood to participate in the children's household."

Branson said through gritted teeth, with hatred in his eyes that could not be hidden.

"What if I could give you the power to avenge?"

Samael did not ask about the specifics, but instead issued an invitation in a seductive voice.

"I join."

Branson was in a trance for a while, and then nodded firmly, without pulling any personality charm or drawing any big pie.

Just because he is Samael, in the lower grades, the name is a symbol of strength.

"Would it be convenient to introduce yourself?" To be honest, I recruited you because I knew that you were a genius in alchemy, and I didn't know anything else.

Samael said as he ordered Rebecca to pick up Theodore, there was still some way to go from the castle, he didn't want to carry this guy.

Branson retracted his paws and teeth just in time.

"I am from the Hall family in the United States, and I am the Moon Wolf Clan, one of the twelve werewolf races."

"Can you stay sane on a full moon night?"

Samael ignored the Twelve Races, but was very curious about it, which was an impact on his cognition.

"In fact, the members of the twelve werewolf clans can stay sane on full moon nights, and even in human form, but this requires learning."

Samael nodded, this guy obviously didn't learn well.

Branson said while taking the unconscious Theodore from Rebecca's mouth, after all, he was injured, and he was somewhat embarrassed.

"

Werewolves are known as the darlings of the moon god, but on the British side, werewolves are called people cursed by the moon, and the entire werewolf race will not recognize werewolves on the British side."

Branson said of the British werewolf with a look of disgust.

"How are you in terms of strength?"

Samael is worried about his level of magic, after all, most of the magic in the werewolf's body will be absorbed and transformed by the werewolf body, and his performance in this aspect of casting is very average.

"First in second grade."

Branson is very proud, he is not sleepy when it comes to this, he is a Ravenclaw student.

"You don't have to look at me like that, I'm different from the British werewolf, I was born a werewolf, my mother is still the king of the Funeral Moon clan, although my strength is not as good as yours but definitely not bad."

Branson can be said to have questions and answers along the way, and he has no reservations about Samael, since he has decided, he can only go one way to the dark, after all, this is his own choice....

The two walked and chatted all the way, and the bright moonlight pulled their backs long.

"What? Can you still turn into a wolf? "

It's possible"

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