Hogwarts snake wizard

After class, Samael fainted and knocked the little spicy strip unconscious and put it in his pocket.

The performance of the little spicy strip is very abnormal, not simply nervous at all, more like it is controlled by something.

His poison sealed his throat, Samael did not have an antidote, in order to prevent accidents, it was better to control it directly.

"Mr. Gaunt, very good at combat type magic?"

Just as everyone was about to leave, the pungent smell of garlic hit their faces again, and Draco and the others fled away without preaching, leaving Samael alone to face Quirrell.

"Well, I understand a little."

Samael didn't know what to say, so he could only say perfunctorily.

"Mr. Gaunt is too modest, I think since you are interested in combat magic, it is better to come to my office on Saturday and study it together."

Quirrell's tone was extremely smooth and indescribably seductive.

Samael looked stunned, struggled, and looked at Quirrell warily.

Shit research, people who don't know still think that you have to subtly rule Lao Tzu.

"Then we'll see you on Saturday, Professor."

Be vigilant, but you still have to agree. Lao Fu obviously began to lose face, and actually used the Soul Reaper Curse on the first-grade freshmen, if he didn't agree, he couldn't tell what was wrong.

In this way, when the time comes, you can also ask Snape for help.

Looking at Quirrell's distant back, Samael looked solemn.

"Samael, what are you talking to Professor Quirrell?"

Theodore proudly shook the gold gallon in his hand and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just that Professor Quirrell took a fancy to my magical talent and wanted to open a small stove for me."

Samael didn't bother to take care of the unscrupulous guys and walked alone to the Quidditch pitch.

Lao Fu's sense of oppression was too strong, and he urgently needed to sleep and slow down now.

There was no sunlight in the Slytherin common room, and he slept uncomfortably.

Samael lay quietly on the grass, feeling the warmth of the sun, and his pale skin showed a hint of redness, which looked very cute.

Occasionally, when a passing senior sees his face, she will stop and admire for a while, and no girl will refuse beautiful things.

Samael slept comfortably, but when he opened his eyes, it was already dark, and looking at the bright starry sky overhead, Samael was very peaceful.

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

A small snake less than one meter in his pocket slowly crawled out, and there was a little more blood-colored light on the green scales, which looked strange and abnormal.

"It's okay, I'm not angry anymore."

Samael looked calm, and the wound on his arm had recovered under the influence of white moss.

If Voldemort had used Parseltongue, he could not have been unaware of it, and judging by his actions, the goods had used the Soul Reaper Charm.

The little spicy strip is not a pure magical creature, and has not yet concluded a contract with Samael, so it will be uncontrolled.

Is it a warning? Or a show of strength? Samael didn't want to know, anyway, this feud was settled, and he would have to settle it sooner or later.

The little spicy strip silently shrunk his head and re-wrapped it around Samael's arm, he was not stupid, and he was not angry, indicating that the owner was indeed angry.

Thinking of the same kind who died tragically in the forest before, the little spicy strip tightly contracted the scales on his body, for fear of accidentally hurting the owner again.

Samael didn't explain much, touched his rumbling belly, and the sleep was so fragrant that he missed the meal.

There was no movement in the corridors of Hogwarts except Samael's footsteps, and the silence was a little eerie.

"This is the kitchen?"

He was probably hungry and subconsciously went to the basement.

Seeing the pear on the painting, combined with my own cognition, I probably guessed that this was the kitchen of Hogwarts.

Samael scratched the pear on the painting, and the hidden door opened automatically after the painting.

The house-elves who were busy in the kitchen were stunned when they saw the little wizard, and even stopped the work they were doing.

It's not that little wizards have come here by chance, and Hufflepuff is a regular here, but Slytherin students are meeting them for the first time.

"Samael, why are you here?"

Just as Samael was trying to get some food, a familiar voice came into his ears.

Samael looked back and saw that it was Derek, and it was Cedric who had fought with him last time.

At this time, Cedric's face was red, and he looked like he wanted to speak.

"Good evening Derek, I missed dinner, why are you guys here."

Samael looked indifferent and did not harbor hostility towards Cedric.

"Madam Pomfrey just allowed Cedric to be discharged, and we missed dinner too."

Derek was a little embarrassed, after all, the cause of the last battle between the two was because of him.

"Respected little wizard, do you need any help?"

Just when the atmosphere was slightly awkward, a female house-elf came over and asked respectfully.

"I need five parts seven-rare, one short-rare, plus a glass of lemon juice, thank you."

"The little wizard actually said thank you to me! The little wizard actually said thank you to me! You are Ciela and the best little wizard ever met.

Scara jumped happily and even began to tear her ears.

Samael was stunned, but he didn't expect that this house-elf named Ciela would be so excited.

Soon, Ciela began to make food using magic unique to her race, extremely fast.

Samael's meal was huge, not much worse than an adult, five steaks were just right, and the rest was originally prepared for small spicy strips, and he hadn't eaten for a few days.

Samael eats quickly, but is extremely elegant, revealing an aristocratic temperament in every move.

"Mr. Gaunter, I apologize to you last time when I was wrong."

Cedric on the side couldn't stand the embarrassing atmosphere and apologized.

"Call me Samael, I forgive you, Derek is my friend, and you just care about him."

Samael's expression remained the same, and Derek and Cedric really couldn't see his emotions at this time.

Forgiving so easily did not match the rumors, which made his guilt feel stronger, and this simple forgiveness made him more uncomfortable than beating him.

"Mr. Gaunt, no, Samael, if you have any request, please be sure to bring it up, I will definitely do my best."

Cedric was a little anxious.

"I'm really not angry anymore, you should have heard that I started a club, and if you really don't want to go, I hope you will join us."

Samael thought to himself, you haven't taken the bait yet? Who wants your compensation, what I want is your guilt.

In his plan, Cedric should be the most difficult to attack, his father is the head of the Department of Magical Beasts, his status in the Ministry of Magic is not low, and he is an unambitious man, there is no shortage of background, financial resources, and he is not keen on power, which is much more difficult to conquer than Percy.

The guilt of this rush came at the right time.

"I join!"

Cedric nodded happily and firmly, an organization that would not interfere with your decisions, would not restrict your freedom, help each other, what reason could he refuse?

Samael chuckled, his face a little more rosy.

After casually throwing down a fire cloud robe, he left the kitchen without waiting for Cedric to refuse.

Only the relatively speechless duo remained.