Hogwarts snake wizard

"Mr. Gaunt, since the werewolves have been solved, you must have been deflated too."

Just when Samael was slightly distracted, a wizard dressed in plain black robes stepped forward, followed by a group of heavily armed wizards.

The man at the head looked polite and incompatible with the environment of the overturned alley.

"Which one are you?"

Samael looked at the visitor and said warily.

"Rodman Kautagarena."

The other party bowed slightly, elegant like a gentleman.

"Are you going to stand out for the werewolves?"

Samael's brows furrowed slightly, and a blood-colored flame gushed out from his wand, and the flames spread rapidly, forming a huge ring of fire around Samael, encircling him tightly, both as a defense and as a deterrent.

The flames are like the fire from hell, exuding the power of burning everything.

"This is a powerful fire spell, everyone quickly dodge."

The wizard who saw the goods behind the person shouted loudly, and the crowd retreated one after another, those who dared to play the fire spell in this era were all ruthless.

It is not difficult to cast the Fire Spell, and the two generals behind Draco in the original book can be released completely, and the difficulty is the control of the Fierce Fire.

Samael had learned a lot about the theory of the Fire Spell, and he was quite powerful when cast for the first time.

He has been waiting for the end of all curses to reach level 4 before preparing to cast, but he is almost the end of the crossbow now, and such a person who does not know whether it is an enemy or a friend naturally needs to release his confidence.

"Mr. Gaunt misunderstood, naturally I will not fight for those inferior beasts!"

The man quickly apologized.

"Then what do you mean you're here?"

Samael withdrew his fire protection and asked.

The fire spell may get out of control at any time, just scare it, and it is the right way to keep the magic power to deal with the person in front of you.

"I would like to talk to Mr. Gaunt about cooperation."

Rodman looked sincere.

"Cooperation? Then you are not sincere. Rodman

was stunned for a moment, looked around the environment, and smiled elegantly, "It's my mistake, the front is my shop, let's talk in detail."

"Okay."

Whether it is a blessing or a curse or a curse, Samael looked calm.

He also wanted to see what tricks the person in front of him wanted to play.

However, before leaving, he let Finn on his finger turn into a 5-meter giant python and swallow the few remaining items in the ruins.

He is not stupid, and something that can retain strong magic fluctuations under the fierce fire must be a good thing.

Claudius looked at it and didn't say anything, and the two walked together and soon arrived in a simple shop.

The shop is small, not deliberately expanded with the Traceless Stretching Charm, and its degree of dilapidated is not even comparable to the werewolf's shop.

"Mr. Kauta Galina is in the medicinal herbs business?"

Samael looked at the items on the shelves, curious, but did not move.

"Please call me Rodman, what I do is mainly sell some valuable and unmarketable precious materials, and low-end goods are not done."

Rodman said very calmly, but the pride on his face could not be concealed.

"Then you are looking for me by mistake, I only have a first-grade little wizard, I can't help you."

Samael glanced at him and said indifferently.

"Mr. Gaunt, don't be presumptuous, I dare say that even the Dark Lord is not necessarily better than you at your age, not to mention that the cooperation I am talking about is only borrowing your last name."

Rodman did not dare to play dumb again, and said sincerely.

"Tell me more about it."

Samael came interested.

"Mr. Gaunt may not know that most wizards in this overturned alley, except for a few wandering wizards, have the shadow of pure-blood families behind the business.

It's not easy for me to make this world in Toppling Alley, but if I don't work with the purebloods, not only the store, but even I won't be able to establish a foothold here.

I don't want to give up my benefits to the blood-sucking moths, and I want to cooperate with you more than them. Rodman

said very sincerely, Samael listened to a rough idea, meaning that he was suppressed and wanted to survive with the name "Gaunt".

"What do I get?"

Samael was thrilled to see what conditions he could offer.

"Twenty percent of my profits."

Speaking of this, Rodman flashed a trace of flesh pain, Samael didn't do anything to make him two profits, and anyone who put aside will be distressed, but the reality is that he begged others to cooperate and had to cut the meat.

"Sancheng!"

Samael stretched out three fingers and said lightly.

"What? Rodman thought he had misheard. "

The profit he makes every time he makes money is actually not high, the value of the material is indeed valuable, but the people under his hands do not need to feed ah, such as collecting the spikes of the cystic leopard, the heart of the dragon, etc., personnel will inevitably have losses, whether to pay the pension or not."

Who is not well treated and wants to do such dangerous work with him.

"Listen to my arrangement first." Samael saw that he was a little anxious, and immediately said: "I have a property in Hogsmeade, the location is not bad, you can run it as a bar, and it will be auctioned on the second floor at the end of each month."

Cherished potion materials have no market, according to your sales model, potion materials are likely to be stranded, or not reach the expected price, the form of auction is the most suitable, the highest price wins.

Samael voiced his advice and looked at him.

Rodman was a little moved, except for a few, most of his goods are considered legal, can live on the surface, who wants to be a rat in the gutter.

What's more, he is not alone, and there are still a large number of brothers under his hands who need to be fed.

Rodman struggled for a moment, gritted his teeth and finally closed the deal.

"Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Saying that, he took out a magic contract and marked the words that the two had just said, and the two of them each signed their names and smiled at each other.

"By the way, does your shop have roaring letters and mature mandrakes."

Samael suddenly asked as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"I have a mandrake, I don't have a roar letter, but this thing is easy to buy."

Rodman thought about it and said truthfully.

"It's okay, let your people go and buy one for me, and buy an anonymous owl by the way, I don't want the owl and the roar letter to find us."

Samael said to him solemnly.

"Are you preparing..."

Rodman wondered, and then looked at Samael with a solemn expression.

Samael didn't say anything, just gave him a sweet smile.

The death of these werewolves, let alone shake the Traverse family, did not cause any damage to the family at all except for letting him vent his anger.

Samael is not a person who forgives others easily, and if something is wrong, then it must be paid.

Roaring letters have the effect of amplifying sound, and the cry of mature mandrakes can be fatal.

If you use a combination of the two, I believe it must be a perfect combination.

And in normal times, it is impossible for any strange owl to really enter the core of the pureblood family, but today is an exception.

Today is Christmas, there are more unknown owls coming and going, and there are no traces of black magic on it, even if there are some defense mechanisms, it is difficult to prevent.

Coming and going, this is Samael's holiday greeting to the Traverse family.