Hogwarts snake wizard

In Transfiguration class, Samael's progress is still desperate, both in the class and Professor McGonagall's additional assessments, all of which are perfect.

Professor McGonagall was very pleased with this, and she couldn't wait to go to Slytherin and Snape to change the students now, and she even gave Samael her metamorphosis notes, which made Draco and the others envious.

But seeing Samael turn a fluttering piece of parchment into a luxurious sofa, the huge gap, they just want to be jealous and can't get jealous.

"Samael, can you take my Transfiguration up a little more?"

Draco leaned over and asked hesitantly.

Last time Samael's guidance to him gave him a new understanding of Transfiguration, and his deformation level was greatly improved, but watching Samael's leapfrog progress he couldn't sit still.

"How is this kind of thing possible, except for the Transfiguration class, I have never seen you use Transfiguration."

Samael glanced at this guy, he was not the eighth king in the Wishing Pool, he could make him say that if he was promoted, he would be promoted.

However, this guy is also obedient, and has been implementing Samael's concept in transfiguration, but the casting process is too smelly, and he looks like the second oldest in the world.

He even saw that Beverly wanted to cast some evil spell on him several times, but he kept holding back.

It was hard to believe that the glory of the Malfoy family could make his will so strong.

Samael didn't bother to take care of him and walked quickly to the Quidditch pitch.

He wasn't interested in Quidditch, but it was a place he had to come to every day, and he enjoyed the feeling of the sun shining on him.

Derek also finished class, and after seeing Samael, the two tacitly understood that no one bothered anyone.

Samael, afraid that he would be bored, summoned Cole to play with him, while he quietly flipped through his notes.

The week was doomed to keep him busy, and not only Professor McGonagall's study notes, Percy also sent his own class notes.

Busy is a little busy, but he believes that if he eats these two notes, his magic level will be greatly improved.

In addition, there are assemblies on Mondays, special training for Theodore and Derek on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and education from dear "Quirrell" Love on Saturdays.

Only on Wednesday and Friday when he was free, Samael said that whether to do homework, whether to practice spells, whether to study black magic, these tedious things were pressed down like a mountain.

At this stage, small groups are created, these things are inevitable, otherwise who does not want to be a dispenser.

"Samael, so you're here, and I want to join your organization."

Draco came running from a distance, glanced at Draco, and said firmly.

"What do you mean?"

Samael was stunned and wanted to refuse, but seeing the firmness in his eyes, he didn't say it after all.

"You have to know that even if you don't join, it won't affect the friendship between you and me."

"I know, but I still want to join."

Draco's tone was more firm than ever, he Malfoy was not weaker, why everyone could join.

"Okay, but the Dream Realization Organization is an organization that helps each other and grows with each other, and you better think clearly about what your dream is and what you can bring to everyone."

"Everyone held a meeting to vote, more than half of the people agreed, I will agree to you join, if you do not get everyone's approval, even if you are my friend, I cannot agree."

Although Samael was the founder of the organization, he was never a dictator, and if Draco's joining caused the organization to disagree, he would not allow it.

"Don't worry, I, Malfoy, definitely have a talent that you underestimate, don't underestimate me."

Draco shouted as he ran, his words full of confidence.

......

Night, Potions classroom.

A sonorous voice resounded throughout the classroom.

"I, Draco Malfoy, from the Malfoy House of the Holy Twenty-Eight, the future heir of the Malfoy family."

"There should be no one here who does not know me, and you know what kind of financial power and influence my family has in the wizarding world."

"My dream is to take the Malfoy family to the next level."

"In addition to the convenience I can provide for you in the future, my level of magic is also good."

......

Looking at Draco, who was standing in front of him and talking confidently, Samael and Theodore forced a smile.

He had already greeted everyone, and everyone knew Draco's intentions, but looking at Draco's serious self-introduction like a schoolboy, everyone couldn't bear it.

Even Branson, who had just joined, was sneaking smiling.

Samael said I would like to call you "Hogwarts' strongest cow." "

I doubt your so-called good level of magic."

Theodore hid his smile, twisted his neck and began to ask.

He knew Draco best, he knew Samael's concerns, and in fact if Draco did show some good talent in some way, joining the organization would be a certainty.

"Theodore, dare not accept my challenge."

Draco knew that it was Theodore who gave him the opportunity to perform and directly challenged him.

"Don't hurt him!"

Samael smiled at the corner of his mouth, quietly watching the performance of the two, but he knew Theodore's true level and quickly reminded.

Both of them were a little restrained, the battle came and went, there was nothing to see, the so-called duel seemed to Samael to be full of holes, Percy and Cedric watched it and shook their heads repeatedly.

Not to mention them at this level, even Derek can easily take them both.

Samael gave Theodore a look, and Theodore increased the output of the spell.

The scope of the second spell is no longer limited to small curses such as front teeth stuffed sticks and grinning hula la.

"Flames!"

Compared to the palm-sized flames released by other little wizards, the Theodore Flame Spell was much stronger, and the entire classroom quickly heated up, and the crimson flame centered on him continued to spread.

Samael had to hold up a transparent shield for everyone.

"Smoke rope spell? Mutation? Seeing

Draco being forced back by the flames, a large amount of black mist erupted from Draco's spell.

Samael was surprised, this was a kind of magic he had seen in Melos Curse yesterday, but he didn't expect Draco to learn it in one night, and he could change the form of the spell.

"Malfoy is losing."

Percy on the side saw Theodore cast the Thorn Spell and knew that the overall situation was decided.

Although he did not know Theodore's strength, he knew the true power of the family magic of the Knott family.

The others nodded approvingly.

"I don't think so." Samael's expression froze slightly, and he vaguely heard the neighing of poisonous snakes in the black mist.

The battle ended unexpectedly quickly.

The thick fog cleared, and Theodore looked at the long wound on his arm in disbelief, and blood dripped down his arm and fell to the ground.

Soaked in sweat, Draco was weakly propped up on the table, holding a dead viper in his hand.

The joy in his eyes was about to overflow.

"I, Malfoy, am not weaker than people."

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