Hogwarts snake wizard

Samael stands in the middle of the bubble, moving at a constant speed.

While flying, carefully observe the magic patterns on the floor, and the rich ominous aura comes to the face.

Snape, who had already arrived, was not impatient at all, but lay on the side and constantly studied the special magic pattern circuit, and even waved his wand and continued to demonstrate.

It could be seen that Snape really had a soft spot for dark magic.

"Professor, do you want me to give you a piece?"

Samael saw Snape lying on his stomach and wanted to mock him, but found that Snape not only did not scare him, but nodded thoughtfully.

Each pureblood family has a unique magical heritage, these are family secrets, never shown to outsiders, Samael took the initiative to send them, which was a surprise for Snape.

"Let's go, Professor."

Samael was bored and urged Snape forward. He kind of fell in love with the feeling of choking with Snape.

After the promenade, there is only one room inside, and the decoration is extremely simple.

It's more like a full-fledged lounge, with sofas and beds, potions tables, and targeted dolls to practice magic.

Samael looked around, the huge bookshelf that interested him the most, not to mention books, not a single piece of paper.

Don't think about it, it must have been sold by those losers, and some of the rare books of pure-blood families are still very collectible.

"Professor, we act separately, the goal is not big, it should be packed in a small box."

Samael didn't tell Snape what it was, and Snape didn't get tangled, released a probing magic, and began to search carefully.

Samael was not idle either, and let out a snake whisper, trying to find some sense.

The result was nothing but manual rummaging.

Samael even lifted the carpet, not to mention any rings, just not a single hair.

The two of them were highly concentrated and searched for two hours, both a little tired, Samael even wondered if he remembered wrong, was the Resurrection Stone really here?

"Professor, if you were Voldemort, where would you hide things?"

Samael leaned lazily on the couch and asked suspiciously.

"Professor?"

Samael saw that Snape did not respond, and looked at Snape standing in surprise.

I saw Snape facing the vase, his eyes blank, and his expression full of pain and regret.

Samael stared, and an explosion spell shattered the vase, scattering shattered pieces of porcelain on the ground, mixed with a black ring.

As the ring appeared, the remorse on Snape's face grew stronger, and he rushed towards the ring desperately.

The figure in front of the ring that emitted a hazy light was exactly the person he thought about day and night, and he had too many apologies that he wanted to say to her personally.

With a wave of his hand, Samael knocked Snape away and slammed him into the wall.

Snape struggled to his feet, calling out to Lily.

That crazy energy made Samael speechless.

"Professor, sober up."

Seeing this, Samael applied a slight Drill Spell directly on Snape's body.

The intense pain freed him from the deep confusion, and Snape's eyes regained their clarity.

"Mr. Gaunt, you managed to secure a place in Azkaban for yourself, and Slytherin deducted 10 points."

Snape said through gritted teeth.

Samael was also stunned for a moment, this was the first time he had seen Snape deduct points for Slytherin, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Professor, this is not Hogwarts, you can't deduct points for me, and you'll thank me."

Samael said as he picked up Snape, opened Snape's box on his own, and said that an unconscious dark wizard pulled him out.

"Uh... Where is it? As

soon as the dark wizard was awakened by Samael, he controlled his mind with the Soul Reaper Charm, and unconsciously walked towards the ring, Samael did not want to waste time explaining to him.

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't say anything, the goods he caught were not clean in themselves, often tricked Muggles into doing some dark magic experiments, and were notorious throughout Overturned Alley.

A bottle of spit pill went down, this guy explained everything about peeping at the widow's bath when he was a child, and it is not a pity for such a scum to die.

The dark wizard stepped forward quickly, the closer he got to the ring, the less powerful the Soul Reaper Curse became, his expression was full of madness, even if there was no Samael control, he consciously put the ring on.

Samael observed the wizard's changes, and a huge black aura enveloped him and spread throughout his body.

There was a thick dead silence all over his body.

"Ugh."

After a scream, the wizard completely turned into a pile of black charcoal and died there straight, his eyes revealing endless pain.

Samael breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, this is the right thing.

People Dumbledore has a phoenix, or a legendary wizard has suffered a big loss on the resurrection stone, and with the help of Snape, the potions master, he only has one year of life left, and there is no reason why a minions can survive it.

Snape's eyes shrank, if it weren't for Samael, the pile of coke just now would be him.

Samael didn't have time to pay attention to his changes, and with a wave of his hand, the ring fell on his hand, losing the terrifying curse, and the ring in front of him was just Voldemort's Horcrux, and its power was greatly reduced.

Snape was shocked, and only after seeing that Tisamel was okay did he let go.

Samael looked at it for a moment, a crimson flame spit out of his mouth, fell into his palm, firmly wrapped the ring, and a scream came out of the flames, turning into a crimson giant python about to attack Samael.

"Attack me with my magic, are you already stupid to this extent? Tom.

Samael's expression remained unchanged, waving his wand, and larger flames erupted from the tip of the wand into a giant python, and the two giant pythons entangled and tore at each other.

Snape on the side hid far away, he saw the glow of confidence in Samael's eyes, so he had no intention of helping.

In an instant, the two giant pythons were consumed in the collision, and without magic support, the fierce fire was like a duckweed without roots. Not a Samael opponent at all.

The ring turned into molten iron in the flames, leaving only a dark and ancient gemstone suspended in the air.

"Fire Curse, Soul Reaper Curse, I believe that Mr. Gaunt will not surprise me when he casts the Death Seeking Curse in front of me one day."

Snape's words meant a little meaningfully, and he walked over to look at the Resurrection Stone.

"Professor, stop talking nonsense, come over to Kangkang's freshly baked resurrection stone."

Samael didn't want to take his words, and in fact he would curse him too.

"What? Resurrection Stone? Are you kidding me? Snape

looked hideous, but anyone who had received an education in the wizarding world had read the Tales of Poetry.

The second of the three brothers, Cadmus Peverell, is the first owner of the Resurrection Stone, but isn't this a fairy tale?

Are you kidding me?

"Professor, don't measure the world by your ignorance."

"This is the Resurrection Stone."

Samael's tone was more firm than ever.

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