Hogwarts snake wizard

"Idiot, this link should be a clockwise stir."

"Mr. Longbottom, if your brain has not been replaced by a troll brain, you should know that porcupine thorns should be heated on fire before being released, and Gryffindor deducts two points."

"Miss Granger, you'd better let Longbottom do it yourself than show your superiority all the time, Gryffindor deducts one point."

"Mr. Bot, can you show your superiority by watching your classmates make mistakes without correcting them? Two points deducted from Gryffindor!

In the Potions classroom, Snape sprayed his venom to his heart's content, and Samael saw Neville Longbottom's hands trembling.

Harry felt that he was too difficult at this time, and points were deducted for helping, and points were deducted for not helping.

Harry didn't know if Snape was hostile to Gryffindor or himself, so he deducted points for him for a reason, and the word "broke" seemed to come out of his mouth, and he was afraid that Snape's saliva would splash on him.

I don't know how much Gryffindor's courage helped him, and at this time, he looked at Snape without flinching.

Because of Ron's mistake, the potion in his pincer pot was sticky like maltose, and Snape asked him to make a new copy.

He wasn't the first of Gryffindor, and the Demolition Prince Seamus Finigan alone was already the third time he had been brewed.

Even Slytherin was not spared, and the combination of Goyle and Crabbe alone already said a lot, but fortunately no points were deducted.

Samael had no choice but to take the combination of Draco and Beverly apart and guide the two idiots separately.

Samael found that the potion is really not simple, the addition of any material will produce a magic change, and the waving of the wand is also extremely exquisite, which is an exploration of the medicinal properties and an adjustment to the magic change of the potion.

And the entire Slytherin (except for Goyle and Crabbe) Potions class grades are not bad, unlike the Gryffindor side, which basically boils like paste, not to mention curing scabies, Samael suspects that it can eat dead people.

In Samael's group, Theodore's potions level is not high, so he can only fight and sort out some materials.

Samael's meticulous mastery of magic and his unique talent for potions making.

Of course, the main thing is that he has a good teacher, and the slightly tweaked magic materials on the blackboard make potion making easy and efficient.

He had to sigh that Snape was a genius who could improve potion recipes while he was in school.

"Mr. Gaunt, if your brain is still there, you should remember, I just said to wait until the potion turns light green before putting the Thousand Nights, now, stir the potion counterclockwise to adjust the potion characteristics."

Although Snape had a poisonous mouth, he still had the pointers he should have.

Samael wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly stirred the tongs, which was much more tiring than his battle.

"Bang!"

A loud bang broke the silence in the Potions classroom. Splashing potions, scattered debris flew in all directions.

"Armor Protection!"

Samael subconsciously cast a spell, and a huge barrier was held up on the Slytherin side.

"Ugh!"

The screams were endless, and Seamus Finigan on the side looked around in panic.

Seamus's potion exploded again, but this time it was not only the potion, but also the tongs.

At this time, most of the Gryffindors had scars from the fragments of the clamp pot.

A very small number of students who were sprinkled with the potion on their bodies grew blisters at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was miserable, including Ron, the unlucky bastard. On the contrary, Seamus, the initiator, did nothing.

The Slytherin student looked at his wounded old rival and was glad that he had Samael on his side.

"Idiot!"

Snape cursed angrily, the same old face quickly turned black, he had not seen a person with violent magical characteristics, but this was just a scabies potion.

"Samael Gaunt, you send these Gryffindor students to the infirmary."

Samael removed his shield and did not forget to remind Theodore of the final finishing touches when he left.

His potion was already successful to some extent, just waiting for it to cool down at the end.

Samael looked at the wailing people in the infirmary, only thinking that this was really Gryffindor? The wound that cut the skin would not howl like this at all, and he was afraid that it would heal if he came later.

......

Samael came to the Quidditch field, feeling the bright sunshine and looking at the smiling faces in the sky.

He didn't want to go to the Potions classroom again and listen to Snape spit venom.

The theory part of the Potions class plus the operation part took a long time, and the two Potions classes in the morning were taken together, always aware of the changes in the potion, and it would be a lie to say that you were not tired.

In his opinion, it is most appropriate to come out and be lazy after completing the task.

"Psychic!"

Samael pricked his fingertips, his hands sealed, and slapped them on the ground, and Cole's strong body appeared in front of him after a puff of smoke.

Drinking high-grade potions, coupled with the animal's strong resilience, it is almost good today.

"Master, my injury is not healed!"

Cole swallowed the snake letter and said softly.

"Your master and I are not unscrupulous capitalists, what do not let you do, today the weather is good, come to bask in the sun."

Samael saw him pretending to be sick, and said angrily, as if he had usually treated him harshly.

Last night, in order to allow him to recover from his injuries better, Samael released the shrinking spell on his body, and now it seems that his figure of more than ten meters is still very intimidating.

Cole got along with him for a long time, and silently complained in his heart, you are not a capitalist who is, if you want me to be a bed, just say it, the whole thing is like who doesn't know whom.

Psychologically complained, but the body was not idle at all, constantly twisting his body, coiled into a round bed that looked comfortable.

"As for cuteness, it has to be you, Cole, alas! It's hard to be welcoming. Samael said as he naturally lay down on the snake bed.

Cole adjusted at the right time to make him sleep more comfortably, anyway, Samael pressed him not twice again, he was familiar with the road.

The other students on the Quidditch field were curious to see this magical combination, but no one bothered.

Samael even picked the entire Slytherin yesterday and everyone knew that it was normal, but it changed its taste when it was spread, and it became Samael's one-man battle against all the Slytherin students.

Some people believe and others do not, Samael is too lazy to explain, in short, it is too fierce.

He was also happy, closing his eyes and sleeping deeply, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

Sunshine, white snakes, and teenagers form a harmonious picture.

"Can I touch your snake?"

A timid word reached Samael's ears, waking him up.

Who the fuck is playing hooligans, coming up to touch the old snake, Samael was in a trance, and saw a boy his age looking at Cole quietly, his eyes flashing with a different kind of light.

Samael was surprised that with Cole on the whistle, it was supposed that no one should approach him, but the boy in front of him failed to trigger his warning mechanism.