Hogwarts snake wizard

On September 1, on the Hogwarts train,

Samael held a newspaper and admired the majestic figures of Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy.

"Draco, I have to say that your dad really has a set."

Theodore smacked his lips and couldn't help but sigh.

"That's, that's my Malfoy family's specialty."

Draco was not ashamed, but instead snorted, and the few people who watched it were amazed.

Saying that, he couldn't help but praise his glorious image when he beat up Ron.

Everyone looked at the dark circles under his eyes that had not yet disappeared, and they all held back a smile.

Percy became the president of the student council this year, and is calling a meeting of the prefects outside, otherwise he will have to beat him, and his unfavored brother is also a younger brother.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! A

rapid glass knocking sound sounded, and several people raised their heads curiously.

This carriage is considered their exclusive carriage, and even Slytherin students will not come. (except for Blaise Zabini, who didn't see it)

"Come in, Miss Granger."

Looking at Hermione who was eager outside the door, Samael waved his finger and the glass door opened automatically.

Hermione's hair was still messy as ever, but it was softer than last semester.

Ilya stretched her lower body and lay on Samael's neck, her snake head held high, staring at the girl in front of her.

Even the little spicy strip woke up from his arm and looked at her curiously.

"Harry and Ron didn't get in the car, can you help me find it?"

Hermione was a little nervous, the feeling that the two snakes gave her was too scary. (Even if they're beautiful!)

"Sorry, I don't know, but it's not a big deal, if you don't catch the train, there should be a professor to pick them up."

Samael said quietly.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Gaunt."

Hermione didn't get the answer she wanted and left quickly, the atmosphere here was really not good.

"Samael, Broken didn't get in the car?"

Draco asked with a look of excitement, he had always been very positive.

"Well, you can look for it,"

Samael said absentmindedly.

"Do you know where Potter is?"

After Draco left, several people looked at Samael curiously, and they were not stupid and naturally could see that something was wrong with Samael.

"Cedric, if you violate the International Wizarding Secrecy Act, do you think Hogwarts will save you."

Samael ignored them and asked a question that had nothing to do with them.

"It depends, if I accidentally get Muggles seeing me casting spells, my father can save me, if I deliberately expose the wizarding world, let alone Hogwarts, even the Ministry of Magic can't suppress it."

Cedric thought for a moment and said decisively.

"If you were Harry, do you think Hogwarts would protect him?"

Several people fell into deep thought.

"Hogwarts can't keep it, but Headmaster Dumbledore can." Derek spoke at the right time, this law is familiar to his family, the old man in his family... Uh ~ uh.

Thinking of this, he regretted the stubble a little.

Several people did not notice the change in him, but thought about what he said, Dumbledore's power was not the headmaster of Hogwarts, but the president of the International Federation of Wizards and the title of the greatest white wizard of our time.

"Samael, don't you like Harry?"

Derek wondered if he used Harry Potter as an example.

"It's not that you don't like it, but it's vigilant, and I advise you not to naively take the initiative to contact the savior."

Samael reminded everyone that he must let everyone recognize the gap between himself and the savior, otherwise he will not know when he will become Dumbledore's pawn.

"I can tell you unequivocally that Harry Potter is in the sky, they missed the Hogwarts train and chose to ride in the Weasleys' flying car, their actions have constituted a crime that exposes the wizarding world, and I bet Dumbledore will protect him."

As soon as the words fell, everyone poked their heads out

of the window, looking around at the figure of the savior, looking at the blurry figure of the flying car, listening to the excited shouts of the two, Cedric frowned.

"Oh my God, Ron is farting in his head? If it were true as you say, Mr. Weasley would have been severely punished.

Cedric looked at the car rocking in the distance and was surprised.

Originally, Mr. Weasley's confiscation of Dark Arts items offended many pure-blood families during this time, and as a result, his son drove his own modified flying car to school.

What is this called? Know the law and break the law!

He even wondered if Ron was their own child, and the pit daddy was not such a pit method!

"Shall we cover it up for Percy."

Branson gave Samael a look and proposed.

"Okay, okay."

Everyone knew Branson's achievements in weather spells and agreed with them.

Branson waved his wand, and a thick mist began to pour out from the tip of his wand.

The fierce wind swept and the thick fog rolled, completely covering the figure of the flying car.

Several people saw the thunder flickering in the clouds, and they felt that something was wrong.

Isn't it a cover-up? Why is there thunder!

Where are you helping to cover up, it is clearly helping to teach a lesson.

"Look at what I do, the weather spell is like this, I don't believe you asked Samael."

"Moreover, the train is moving at high speed, and the flying car is flying faster, and it is not easy to do this."

Branson couldn't stand the eyes of several people and said innocently.

"Is that so?"

Except for Derek, who was confused for a moment, the others would not believe a single letter.

If it weren't for the screams of the two people on the flying car, they would have believed it, it is well known that the tin car can conduct electricity, and it is not surprising that the two were struck by lightning.

But a constant howl like this is clearly not normal. This guy obviously controls the power of thunder in a precise range and allows thunder and lightning to torment them.

............

"Ron, what the hell is going on!"

In the car, Harry no longer had a spirited look, not only his clothes were tattered, but even his hair stood up, almost having the ninety percent demeanor of a sharp brother, and the numbness that penetrated into his marrow reminded him of the last time he was struck by lightning.

"It must be Malfoy's bad species, I can't think of anyone else but him."

Yesterday he had just offended Malfoy and was slashed by lightning, Ron didn't believe there were so many coincidences, and after being beaten home last time, Percy had mentioned to him that in addition to not being able to beat him head-on, Draco was very talented at making black hands.

So apart from him, there can be no one else.

Ron's tone was extremely firm, and he made up his mind to take revenge.

Poor Draco once again carried the black pot for someone else.

Ron desperately hopes that this "journey to the limelight" will end quickly.

The feeling was so bad that he even felt like he had peed his pants.