Hogwarts snake wizard

"Samael, you're going to come to see me play today, right?"

Samael ate a boring breakfast, and Draco's expectant voice sounded in his ears.

"Uh... Of course, don't forget that I support you in selecting the Seeker.

Draco listened and ran away happily with his flying broomstick.

"You've forgotten, right?"

Beverly on the side saw through Samael's expression at a glance.

"You're still so smart that you can easily see through people's hearts."

Samael did not deny it, but glanced at Beverly appreciatively, who first rolled her eyes and then ate an extra slice of bread.

That's not really bad for Samael, who can't even forget about Halloween, let alone a Quidditch match.

However, he could see Draco flying in the sky every day when he was in the sun.

"Branson, is the Forbidden Forest going?"

Samael whispered while eating, the werewolf's hearing is extremely keen, even if it is not the night of the full moon, Branson can still hear him from a distance of more than ten meters.

"Didn't you promise Draco to watch the game?"

Branson wondered.

Samael stepped forward and pulled Branson away, and Samael suddenly found that people could hear him and respond, but he couldn't hear what Branson said.

The two were extremely fast in the Forbidden Forest, one attached to Chakra on the soles of his feet, moving and jumping on the branches, and the other suddenly turned into a half-werewolf showing his fangs and claws, fast as the wind.

As a native werewolf, you can transform even if it is not a full moon night.

The two ran wildly, startling a bird.

"It's you, you're the one who imprisoned me here."

A hoarse voice came from a distance, and three huge snake heads suddenly appeared in front of Samael's eyes.

"Runi snake?"

Branson made defensive moves, his family has a background, and naturally he knows this guy, but he has never seen such a big one.

Last time, the Runi snake contributed a huge amount of energy, and the blood orchid bloomed fantastically.

Such a good tool snake, how could Samael let it go easily.

Samael ignored the furious Ronifen snake and said lightly:

"Let's make a deal."

"What a deal."

Runi Snake knew that he could not resist Samael, and asked in confusion.

Samael said seductively.

"Help me guard a place, I will provide you with a blood orchid every month, how do you see."

"Really fake, can you be that kind?"

Ru Ni Snake wondered.

Samael looked at the larger figure of the Runi snake and knew that this product was definitely the beneficiary of the blood orchid.

"I could have forced control over you, but I didn't."

Samael is overbearing, but that's the way it is, it has no choice.

"Okay, deal!"

Ru Ni Snake said dejectedly, he never thought that a hegemon like him who lived in a corner would actually be enslaved one day.

"Samael, what do you want this snake for?"

"We still lack a janitor in our assembly place, and I can rest assured with this guy."

Now, there are many books and notes on the bookshelf in the conference room, and no one looks at him and is not at ease.

"Isn't that Derek's spider?"

Branson wondered.

"When those spiders grow up, it's the year of the monkey, and besides, you're not afraid of that thing."

Branson pouted, thinking that your snake is not much better than a spider.

The two work together to cast a shrinking charm and stuff the snake into the bag.

In the future, this snake will be his platoon, allowing outsiders to enter and exit his secret room at will, then the leader of this organization will not have face.

The return journey was equally slow, and by the time they returned to Hogwarts, the Quidditch match had already begun, with Branson opening the way and Samael forced himself into the Ravenclaw position.

Some people were squeezed into irritation, looked behind them angrily, and shrunk back after meeting Samael's eyes.

The two of them went all the way, giving way everywhere they passed.

Samael sighed that it is worthy of being the territory of top students, and the quality is high.

In the sky, Draco rode proudly around the field on a broomstick, looking for the golden snitch, and raised his chin arrogantly when he saw Samael.

I have to say that he does fly well, originally Slytherin Seeker Samael has also seen it, can not say good or bad, as the most aggressive player, his performance is too ordinary.

Draco was indeed a little better than that guy.

"Samael, you look at the savior."

Samael followed the direction Branson was pointing and saw Harry swaying in the sky, and one accidentally fell from the sky.

"Is this a curse? Is it your dean?

Branson wondered, he had heard that Professor Snape had always disliked Potter, so he saw Snape who was chanting the spell.

"Branson, some things can't just be taken at the surface."

Samael looked at Quirrell, who pretended to be nonchalant, and said lightly.

"That's right, after all, it's a professor, how can it be like this."

Samael complained, you guessed wrong, the same professors, but some professors just did this.

But what was Quirrell's purpose in doing this, to kill Harry?

What kind of joke, there are so many professors in the audience, but all students above the second year will absorb the shock and stop the speed of this spell, relying on this spell to kill Harry is tantamount to a fantasy.

And the last time he was locked up in the three-headed dog room, the first thing he suspected was Quirrell, and if he died in that room, it would definitely cause great turmoil.

What is this product thinking, what it is doing is becoming more and more obvious, is it not afraid of exposure?

Yes, he's crying for help.

Thinking of this increasingly exaggerated behavior, Samael suddenly realized.

This product obviously regrets following Voldemort, think about it, since following Voldemort, the so-called knowledge and honor have not been obtained, and dragged down their own bodies, who does not regret it.

But couldn't Dumbledore really see it?

Samael didn't believe it.

He was not as old as Dumblee in both lifetimes combined, and he could see it, and it was unreasonable that the greatest wizard of the century could not see it.

So, Quirrell should have been abandoned.

A waste chess piece that he used to cultivate a savior was really not worth paying more attention to.

Thinking of this, Samael couldn't help but shiver, and a cold chill enveloped his whole body, which was incompatible with the warm atmosphere around him.

"Samael, what are you in a daze."

Looking at the sluggish Samael, Branson asked worriedly.

"Nothing, just thinking about something, how was the game."

Samael came to his senses, no longer tangled, and asked Branson about the result of the game.

"The game is over, and Potter quickly grabbed the Golden Snitch."

Branson gave him a blank look and vowed not to watch with him next time.

"Oh, let's go then, maybe I'll have to comfort Draco."

Samael said he had to go out and hide, comforting people and what he was the worst at.

"Comfort what Draco, Slytherin won, did you even watch it."

Branson said indignantly.

"Huh?"

Samael wondered.

"Ah what, Slytherin's Comet 2000 is where the sweeping series broom can catch up, it was already 160 points ahead when Potter caught the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor is nothing more than losing a little better."

Branson left him straight after speaking, he didn't want to talk to this person.

Samael scratched his head, he just thought about Dumbledore, the White Lord, and didn't pay attention to the score at all.

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