Hogwarts snake wizard

At the long Ravenclaw table, Samael could be said to be a resident officer, and he was eating breakfast listlessly.

Even psychotropic potions had a hard time lifting his spirits.

But think about it, anyone who practices the fire spell for one night will not have the energy to jump around the next day.

He was very talented at this spell, and after a night of practice, coupled with his mastery of all spells, he could barely do it now.

He wants to use this spell to strip Voldemort's soul while completely preserving the Resurrection Stone.

If he accidentally ruined him, he would have no place to cry, and Snape might have tortured him if he knew.

"Samael, where do you go to do the styling, it's really cool."

Samael was taken aback by the sudden sound.

Beverly was looking at Samael's hair curiously, wanting to touch it but a little restrained.

In fact, early this morning, almost everyone noticed the change in Samael, mainly because it was too eye-catching.

White hair, snake eyes, and his past deeds made him look flamboyant and confident.

Except for the professors who frowned slightly, everyone marveled at his change.

"Wow, there is still a faint light, is it a bright flash? You must teach me how to do it.

Beverly still didn't hold back, went up and touched it.

Samael sighed helplessly, this is called close to the face to open wide, damage explosion, if he can choose, he would rather not.

"There is a small improvement in transfiguration, and a primary human transfiguration is attempted."

Samael prevaricated and did not speak again, he could only explain it this way.

After a while, the friends all came one after another, curiously looking at his new appearance, only Draco didn't say a word, and his expression was a little more unnatural.

"Samael, are you all right?"

Draco asked with concern, others couldn't see how he couldn't see it, the cursed light on the white hair was so rich that it almost blinded him.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Samael patted him on the shoulder to reassure him.

Draco was about to say something more when he saw a huge bat approaching him.

"Good morning, Professor."

Samael greeted Snape with a natural expression.

Snape didn't say anything, and directly pulled him towards the outside of the castle, obviously not ready to waste time with him.

Samael gave a reassuring look to the few people behind him, breaking free from Snape's restraints.

"Professor, you and I split up, I need to find some magical animals, you go catch a dark wizard, and we will meet in half an hour."

Samael gave his instructions with a flat expression, making Snape's face even more ugly.

"Mr. Gaunt, I really don't care about the life and death of others."

Snape snorted coldly and didn't ask him what he wanted the wizard to do.

"I'm not a saint, why should I value the life and death of strangers, and the professor feels that stealing souls from under the nose of death does not need to pay a price?"

Samael replied, because after the incident between the werewolves and the Travers family, he swelled like a stupid Gryffindor, for which he had already paid the price.

Now he's ready for what's next.

Snape snorted coldly and disappeared.

And Samael leisurely went to Hagrid to borrow 3 goats, no matter how poor and downtrodden the Gaunt family is, it is also a family that has been passed down for thousands of years, maybe there is something to do, it is better to use sheep to explore the way.

"This is the magical beast you prepared?"

After a moment's effort, Snape saw the sheep in front of Samael, his face was livid, and he looked at the smug face, but did not speak after all.

After loading the sheep into his suitcase, Snape took him directly to the Gunter family's old mansion.

The process is miserable!

Samael couldn't hold back, pushed Snape away, and began to vomit wildly on the side, the feeling of being stuffed into a pipe and being pulled out again was too uncomfortable.

Samael did not have the same excellent adaptability as the predecessors of the traverser, and he vomited wildly, and it took a while to slow down.

Snape didn't say anything, even the slight smile was extremely simple, Samael almost thought that he had seen it wrong, and upon closer inspection, the subtle expression turned into undisguised contempt.

"Is this the old Gaunt mansion? It's really dilapidated.

Samael looked around and found that apart from being next to a forest, the so-called old house was not even as good as the werewolf's dwelling.

Legally, Samael should be the sole heir to the mansion.

"You haven't been here? You haven't been here, how do you know what you want is here? Snape

wanted to curse at this moment when he saw his expression.

"I have my news channel, you don't care."

Samael did not turn his head and walked towards the old house, and the closer he got here, the more confident Samael became.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart, no wonder the people of the Gaunt family were called crazy.

Samael, the skeleton on the door, could tell at a glance that it was a snake, and who would nail a snake to the door.

The half-human-tall weeds, plus the dusty floor tiles, said that it was Lanruo Temple, and he believed it.

The two shook around, but they didn't get anything, not to mention the treasure room, even the tables, chairs and benches were found. Snape tried to detect with the Trail Charm, probably because he had been uninhabited for a long time and could not find anything.

"Hiss~

hiss~hiss~" Samael thought of something and began to summon snakes in parseltongue, ordinary snakes will hibernate, but snake magical animals are still very active.

In case there are any snake-like magical animals staying, it is good to be a guide for them.

After finding no trace of the snake, Samael began to say a series of "open" and "open the door with sesame" in snake language, lest there be any mechanism unknown to his descendants.

This time the effort was not in vain, and in Snape's stunned, Samael's surprised gaze, a secret door appeared behind the fireplace, and behind it was a dark corridor.

"Dear bleat, next, it's up to you."

Samael released the sheep in the box and drove them forward with magic.

"Mr. Gaunt, you really carry out hypocrisy to the end."

Snape looked at him and scoffed.

"Why don't you come with the professor?"

Samael asked rhetorically, not bothering to look at him, and continued to observe the goat.

"Haha, it seems that there is no problem."

Watching the goat reach the end of the corridor safely, Samael smiled happily.

"If your eyes aren't donated to the trolls, you might as well take a good look at these poor guys."

Snape sneered, staring straight ahead.

Samael somewhat regretted letting Snape come, didn't help, and kept spraying venom around him.

His gaze looked at the goats in front of him at the same time, and he saw that several goats were very sluggish, and black gas was spreading on the white leg of the lamb, spreading all over the body in the blink of an eye, and then turning into char.

Samael was stunned, "Fak, how is this rectified." "

Fly over."

Snape was extremely calm, looked solemnly at the floor, and saw the problem at a glance.

Both of them did not lack means of flying, and did not talk nonsense, and flew directly over.

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