Hogwarts snake wizard

"Mr. Gaunt, please be serious."

Looking at Samael leisurely in the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell couldn't help but speak.

Where is the figure wandering around, it is clearly here for sightseeing.

Can unicorns still hide in tree holes?

"I'm serious, Professor."

Samael looked at him innocently, revealing a harmless expression of humans and animals.

"I don't care what you think, but the master's task must be completed seriously."

After Quirrell finished speaking, he didn't take Samael and walked away directly.

Samael pouted, thinking that it was your master, who had a half-dime relationship with me, and you rushed to kneel and lick his boots, would you let me join you? Oh yes, Voldemort doesn't seem to wear shoes.

Before Samael could say anything more, he saw Quirrell lean down and gradually hide himself.

A spell flew out of the wand and hit not far away.

Samael stared, a sturdy unicorn leisurely munching on a raspberry.

The whole body was shimmering, looking pure and holy.

Samael was stunned, he had been to the Forbidden Forest more than once, but it was also the first time he had seen this creature of beauty and strength.

It is as if it were a creation of heaven, so beautiful that all living things are ashamed of themselves.

Samael marveled at the beauty of unicorns, and couldn't help laughing after watching the obviously powerful crushed bones become "tickling you".

"Hurry up."

Seeing the unicorn warily looking in their direction, Quirrell couldn't help but shout.

He could imagine what would happen to him if he failed this mission, and besides, his body could no longer hold up, and if he couldn't drink the unicorn's blood, he would definitely be abandoned by the Dark Lord.

Samael waved his wand, and a series of terrifying explosions sounded at the unicorn's feet, and the ropes that appeared from time to time constantly interfered with its movements.

He was only responsible for harassment control, and let Quirrell do the killing of unicorns.

"Liverope bondage!"

Quirrell was also not stupid, knowing that the offensive spell could not succeed, and directly used the living rope charm.

His Living Rope Charm is also excellent, but this guy did it with the idea of hanging a unicorn.

The wand resisted, with little success.

Soon, Samael saw the strength of the top magical creatures.

A huge beam of light condensed on his unicorn, condensing and not dispersing, and the huge magic fluctuation almost blinded his eyes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Samael quickly left the battle, and the huge beam quickly hit Quirrell, knocking him out.

Looking at Quirrell with the back of his head on the ground, Samael thought to himself that he didn't know whether it was Quirrell or Voldemort who hurt.

Quirrell quickly got up, his eyes shining with bloodthirsty.

A miserable green light condensed on his wand, and an ominous, death-terrifying atmosphere enveloped the entire forest.

"Avadaso!"

The unicorn's tail hair's wand core was resisting his casting, and a large number of tiny cracks appeared in the wand.

Seeing this situation, Samael knew that it was definitely Lao Fu, and the terrifying aura Quirrell couldn't imitate if he wanted to.

He waved his wand, and a terrifying exploding spell hit the unicorn's buttocks, and his muscle memory instantly made him dodge.

Kan can avoid the old Fu's fateful curse.

This is the benefit of silent spell casting, always one step ahead of the opponent.

"Sorry Professor, I didn't expect to hit a unicorn either."

Samael said apologetically, looking embarrassed.

Lao Tzu worked hard to plan the friendship of unicorns, how could he kill so easily.

As the two spoke, the unicorn jumped out of the encirclement and quickly fled.

As a top Fantastic Beast, he is clearly more talented at running.

Only some spilled blood remains.

"Professor, are we still chasing?"

Samael smiled apologetically and asked.

"Now chasing is definitely not catching up, these are enough."

Lao Fu said calmly, and with a wave of his wand, the silver blood spilled from the ground and rose up.

It gradually condenses into a silver ball of light.

Samael's Exploding Charm is no worse than the Aurors, hitting the unicorn head-on, leaving it bleeding less.

Watching Lao Fu swallow the blood ball in one mouthful, Samael began to pray for Quirrell with a pained look.

Anyone who devours the blood of a unicorn will become the kind of undead and alive cursed person, and the emptiness and chill from the soul will envelop him for the rest of his life.

He didn't believe that Voldemort would choose himself to bear the curse of unicorn blood.

(Quirrell: So love will disappear? Good you gotta, curse me back? The

unicorn's blood effect was immediate, and Quirrell, who was originally weak, except for his pale face, the whole person seemed to return to the light.

Samael was a little curious, this thing really works? I don't know how the curse works, but if it's good, he doesn't mind collecting more and using it against enemies in the future.

"Mr. Gaunt, I think I need an explanation from you."

Quirrell, oh no, looked at Samael with a calm face.

"I don't understand you, teacher."

Samael looked calm, and calling the professor at this time was somewhat suspected of pretending to be crazy and selling stupidity.

"After studying for so long, I almost forgot your progress in cursing."

Voldemort did not look at Samael's expression, but asked him abnormally about his study status, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Uh... At present, the Abyss Curse has been read, and the wail of the soul is too profound, and I am still learning.

Samael was confused by Voldemort's twist, and he figured out how to quibble, bah, explain.

However, he still truthfully stated his learning progress.

"Very good, you really have a lot of talent."

"However, I think the best way to learn to curse is to feel it for yourself."

Voldemort's words were colder than the cold wind of December, and that cold penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Before Samael could react, a blood-colored magic hit him.

A pain that penetrated deep into his soul suddenly struck, and Samael had to bend down, he felt that the bones in his body were shattering, and his body unconsciously folded and squirmed in an extremely twisted way.

Whether it was the Big Four or the Little Spicy Stripe, they all fell to the ground, and the Big Four turned into a sixty-meter giant python and attacked Voldemort in an extremely fast way, the little Spicy Stripe was entrenched between the branches, the fangs in the mouth were exposed, and a large amount of poisonous mist was spewed out.

Voldemort looked at them curiously, not annoyed, dodging these attacks through the phantom manifestation, but instead looked at Samael with interest.

It wasn't until Samael's figure turned into a white snake that he smiled and left.

"Enjoy the last lesson I give you, my dear student, it will benefit you for life."

Samael collapsed weakly on the ground, and the cold snake pupils stared dead at Voldemort's departing back.

The four giants are entangled with each other, turning into a snake wall, firmly guarding Samael, and the little spicy strip runs the meager source of magic in his body, trying to keep the poisonous mist from spreading.

The strange picture of the Forbidden Forest, the moonlight, and the snakes is mixed with Samael's shocking hatred.

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