Hogwarts snake wizard

Samael walked to the halls of Hogwarts, and the number had increased, and everyone looked at him with unease and awe.

Samael didn't care, enjoying the gaze on him.

"Salute to the great King of Slytherin!"

I saw two people who looked exactly the same came to Samael and greeted him in an extremely exaggerated way, which looked extremely funny.

"Weasley twins?"

Samael looked at the two suspiciously, with their identical looks, fiery red hair, and Gryffindor's school crest, it was easy to guess their identities.

"Oh my God, the King of Slytherin actually knows us."

"yes, yes, I think we must be famous in Slytherin too."

The brothers sang and reconciled, their tone exaggerated, but not annoying him.

In fact, in his previous life, he still admired these two, they have their own pursuits, strength, can create, and the most important thing is to earn money.

The Weasley family's savings are less than one galleon, and these two goods can actually take out more than thirty gold gallons to participate in gambling at the World Cup Quidditch tournament, which shows their ability, not to mention the funds consumed in the process of invention and creation.

"Fred, if you're going to play a prank on a dung egg, I advise you not to do this."

After speaking, he hinted at Professor McGonagall who was already seated in his teacher's table.

Seeing this, Theodore on the side withdrew his wand.

Fred quietly picked up the big dung egg, and his tone was sarcastic.

"He's Fred, I'm George."

"No, you're Fred."

Samael spoke firmly.

"How do you know, even my mother can't tell which of us is who."

This time it was Fred's turn to be shocked.

Samael laughed and said nothing, there was a very interesting argument in his previous life, that is, George was a little more mature than Fred, and Fred was relatively more noticeable, so when the Weasley twins were together, it was usually Fred who spoke first.

However, Samael's perception of magic is very subtle, and he silently notes the difference between their magic, and in the future, even if the two do not speak, he can also distinguish it.

After bypassing the two, Samael and Theodore had a beautiful breakfast, and the Slytherin people looked at him with a complicated expression, and throughout the year, except for Theodore, Draco, and Beverly, everyone else was more or less alienating him.

Even the two guys from Crabbe and Goyle watched him while eating with their heads stuffed.

After all, he was young, and the bloody scene last night was really shocking.

......

After the meal, Samael and the others went together, this morning was a potions class, in which even the Slytherins did not want to provoke their own snake king.

After placing the materials needed for the Potions lesson on the table, Samael picked up the textbook in his hand and previewed the content of the lesson.

If nothing else, this lesson should learn how to mix scabies potions.

"Samael, are you all right?"

Harry, who came from outside, asked about Samael's situation with concern, he had heard a lot of news from Gryffindor, and he was afraid that Samael would be hurt.

"I'm okay Harry, you sit down first, talk after class, and Professor Snape will be here in a moment."

Samael answered Harry's question gently, but after seeing the eager Draco, he hurriedly let him sit back in his seat, he didn't want the lovers to clash at this time, and the province would be affected by the pond fish.

Harry thought that Samael was hinting at Snape, and quickly sat back, he had already heard that Snape did not wait to see the Gryffindor students, leaving only Draco who wanted to talk.

The Potions classroom was dark and gloomy, the walls were filled with organs of unknown creatures, and he could even see a huge eye staring at him.

In this environment, coupled with Snape's low air pressure, it obviously requires strong mental endurance to learn Potions class well.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, which startled the quiet crowd.

Snape walked quickly onto the podium, not knowing if he had pushed the door in or kicked in.

He walked with a cloak and a wind, like a big bat.

"In my class, you are not allowed to wave your wand and chant spells.

In fact, I don't think many of you will understand and appreciate the esoteric science and sophisticated craftsmanship of potion-making.

But to the few top students, to those who really have difficult intentions, I can teach you how to do magic on the mind.

How to trap the senses, I will teach you to store fame and brew brilliance, and even teach you how to create elixirs. Hearing

this, Samael silently complained in his heart, if you don't brag, you will die, don't say anything else, the elixir of life is not how to make a Philosopher's Stone, he doesn't believe that Snape himself has a collection of a Philosopher's Stone.

"Then again, maybe some of you entered Hogwarts with extraordinary abilities and were confident enough to think that you could not pay attention to my lectures."

Speaking of this, Snape looked at Harry, the only person in the class who did not listen to him, with a grim face, looking at the appearance that looked very much like James, and secretly cursed him for not being worthy of these eyes.

"Mr. Potter, tell me what I get if I add narcissus and powder to wormwood stems?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head.

Samael said in his heart, Living Hell Potion is the content of the sixth year, you can only know the problem, except Hermione, who is a real student.

Snape continued,

"Where do you go if you want to get a dung stone?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head again, and Hermione's anxious hand on the side was raised above Harry's head, as if Snape hadn't seen it.

"What is the difference between Zhou Xian Aconitum and Wolf Venom Aconitum?"

Harry also shook his head to indicate that he didn't know, he was not a person who loved to read, and even if Samael reminded him, he didn't read much.

"Unfortunately, it is clear that fame alone is not enough."

Snape's tone was mocking, and there was a hint of resentment in his expression, and the Slytherin students let out a timely laugh, including Draco's laughter the loudest.

"Hermione obviously knows, why didn't you ask her?"

Harry retorted equally angrily.

"Bump into the teacher, Gryffindor deduct 5 points!"

Samael on the side saw this scene, only felt sour, really worthy of being a Slytherin, the way to apologize is so unique.

Daffodils and absinthes, explained in flower language, are not "I am full of remorse for Lily's death." "Well.

The Slytherin Serpent King only loved one person in his life, and he only waited for that one, and he died without regret, thinking of Samael's eyes looking at Snape with a hint of pity.

"Mr. Gaunt, look at me with that disgusting look again, I don't mind helping you buckle your eyes."

He was always attentive to Samael until he saw the disgusting look.

"Now, you answer the question you just asked."

"Narcissus and powder added to the absinthe stem will get a living hell decoction, if you want to get a dung stone you should go to the stomach of the goat to find it, Zhou fresh aconitum and wolf poison aconitum are both aconitum, but different regions are called differently."

Samael spoke, ignoring the envious glances from Harry and Draco and the others.

"Slytherin plus 5 points, so why don't you guys write it down."

As always, the aria is not audible whether it is praise or derogation, but for Samael, it is enough to add points anyway, he does not value the so-called House Cup, but he has to make up for the 20 points deducted before the start of school.

A group of young wizards were stumbling in this quiet atmosphere and taking notes.