Hogwarts snake wizard

Hogwarts is fast, and it's getting dark.

Samael decisively decided to let Beverly go out, and the three changed clothes inside, a simple English vest shirt combination, and a black wizard robe, making the three look much more formal.

Samael's thinking from past lives to the present has never had any so-called lady priority, unless it is a close person.

"Samael, your wizarding robe has a pattern."

Harry stared at the dark red cloud pattern above and said with a curious look.

"I made it custom."

Samael didn't explain much, and the system thoughtfully changed the robes of the Xiao Organization to the style of wizards' robes, which looked different but not too abrupt.

"Okay, let's go out and change Bellev back."

Looking at Liv with a resentful face, the three of them didn't feel anything, Ron was a big straight man, Harry hadn't opened his mind yet, Samael knew but didn't want to, which made Bellev suddenly have the illusion of being angry to the ghost.

The three of them stood outside, like door gods, and the people around them would subconsciously avoid Samael when they saw it, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

Samael ignored them, and half an hour later, the train arrived.

Looking at the magnificent castle not far away, even with his heart, he was inexplicably excited.

Hogwarts, I'm coming!

At night, the thousand-year-old castle is full of mystery, Samael's heart is excited, and his face remains calm.

On board, Samael clearly sensed a vast magical force communicating with them, allowing them to forge a strong contract with the castle.

He didn't know what the contract was, and he thought it was nothing more than protecting students or something.

When they reached the other side, Professor McGonagall had already waited for them, and the black wizarding hat gave her a little more majesty.

"Mr. Samael, when the sorting is over, you will deduct 20 points for this hospital, and there will be a week of confinement, the content of which will be informed by Mr. Filch."

Everyone looked back at Samael, and after eye contact, they quickly withdrew and did not dare to look at him.

Professor McGonagall looked majestic, and Samael just nodded and smiled, not seeing any other emotion.

"Hogwarts has four houses, each of which will have different qualities, namely..." The

new students listened to Professor McGonagall's explanation as they walked, full of yearning for the Sorting.

"Ron, do you know what the Sorting House is based on?"

On the way, Samael heard Harry ask Ron about the entrance test.

"I don't know, Fred told me it was a duel with a troll, but Bill told me that they asked to submit a dragon that time, but I guess they lied to me."

Even so, Samael could hear the trembling as he spoke.

The surrounding eavesdropping students began to tremble as well, fear spread rapidly, and he heard Hermione reciting incantations.

This kind of lie that is agreed upon in the wizarding world is quite interesting to him, at least it is a good pastime to see others shivering.

Professor McGonagall enters the Great Hall to prepare for the sorting ceremony.

"Potter, getting along with pure-blood scum like Weasley will only lower your own grade, and I thought that befriending the heir of the Gaunt family would improve your taste."

As soon as Professor McGonagall was gone, Malfoy began to be restless, constantly provoking Harry, worthy of being a "good friend" who fell in love and killed his entire academic life.

"I think I know what kind of friends to make."

Harry looked calm and grabbed Ron, who wanted to go up and make a move.

Samael could hear Malfoy's pull, but he didn't mix in with the quarrel of the little brats, and it wasn't the right time to see his eyes dodge until now.

As they continued to argue, the doors of Hogwarts opened.

The thousand-year-old castle officially opened its doors to them, and the walls, corridors, and domes all showed a strong magical atmosphere.

A group of little wizards trembled, and the seniors were happy to see this scene, after all, they had also experienced the coaxing of unscrupulous elders.

In anticipation, Professor McGonagall came up with the admission list.

"Hannah Abbot,"

the little girl nervously walked to her chair, and the Sorting Hat shouted

"Hufflepuff!"

Samael specially looked at this little girl, worthy of the blacksmith Hannah, long but quite cute.

The little girl walked to her seat to the cheers of Hufflepuff, probably because the first was the Hufflepuff students, and the Hufflepuff students were particularly enthusiastic.

Samael looked at Dumbledore in front of him, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Can Dumbledore, known as the greatest wizard of our time, really accommodate him?

An ambitious Slytherin, the other families were fine, but he knew that the Gaunt family was Voldemort's mother family, and Dumbledore's gaze on him must be indispensable.

"Samael Gaunt!"

"Samael Gaunt?"

While Samael was thinking about it, Professor McGonagall's voice pulled him back to reality.

Dumbledore winked at him, looking a little playful.

Samael straightened his clothes and walked to the chair in full view.

The attention of the audience was focused on this handsome freshman, the girls were precocious and mostly paid attention to Samael's appearance, and the professors expressed their concern for this student who was fighting before school started, among which Professor Quirrell looked inexplicable.

"A rude brat, but I don't mind if you use it on me."

The sorting hat began chattering from the moment it was put on his head.

"Do you take your mind?" Samael asked suspiciously.

"No, I don't have such deep magic, I can only sense your shallow emotions. Without further ado, you want to go to that academy.

"Can I choose?"

"Nope. Ambitious, parseltongue, chasing glory, hungry for great strength, you are a pure Slytherin. "

Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat had a mocking expression.

Wipe, can't choose you still ask me?

Samael was not used to it, casually threw it on the ground, kicked it several times, and gracefully cast a spell on him.

"Clean up!"

There was silence in the audience, and even Professor McGonagall on the side was stunned.

Samael has always had a vengeance, but most of the time this goods is in the principal's office, and there may not be a chance in the future, it is better to grasp the present.

Samael walked gracefully to the long Slytherin table, no applause, no cheers, and everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

Professor McGonagall stopped the sorting hat who wanted to scold the street and continued the sorting house.

At the end of the Sorting House, Dumbledore said some clichéd topics, which were nothing more than not to cast magic in the corridors, forbidden to go to the Forbidden Forest, etc., and Samael was generally clear and did not listen carefully.

In the end, I only listened to Dumbledore's additional words not to go to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor, there was a danger to life and the like.

Samael's eyes are about to roll into the sky, just Gryffindor's reckless goods, if you don't say it's okay, the fourth floor will inevitably become an adventure mecca after speaking.