Hogwarts snake wizard

At noon at Hogwarts, Samael and they were sitting at the long Ravenclaw table as always, which had become their base.

"I can't imagine that you can still buy such a thing as a roaring letter."

Looking at Ron, who was ravaged by the yelling letter, Theodore removed the protective cover from his ear and looked at Samael suspiciously.

Since the Travers family was nearly extinct, this thing has become an untradable commodity.

"Maybe it's a stock at home."

Samael couldn't stand the strange eyes of everyone and said casually.

"By the way, Samael, how many invitations did you receive?"

Theodore saw that Samael didn't want to say more, so he could only tear off the topic.

"Two, one from the Transfiguration Club and one from the Charms Club."

Samael replied nonchalantly, the invitations to both courses expected from him.

"How many of you write?"

"Only one."

Theodore was a little frustrated, although his Transfiguration level was okay, it was only "okay", and he was still a little far from the level of strengthening classes.

"I can't believe that Beverly actually has two letters, and she has also received an invitation from the Potions Club."

Blais, the Gossip King of Slytherin, ran over and said in surprise.

"Potions Club?"

Even Samael was more puzzled, did not see that the silly girl had this talent.

Snape was so strict about the club's selection of members that Samael almost thought that no one would join this year.

"I know this, I heard that she is now secretly brewing wolf poison potions in the bedroom."

Theodore said invitingly.

Samael wondered, is it all so rolled now? Second grade boiling wolf poison potion? And no, how do you know?

Can boys enter the girls' dormitory at will?

Samael was puzzled.

"By the way, what about Draco?"

Samael looked around and found no trace of Draco, slightly unaccustomed.

"I'm locked up!"

Blaise gloated.

Samael wondered: "Confinement? Why?

"I don't know what kind of wind to smoke, I have to go to Potter to duel, Potter did not agree to him and used a little trick, and now Potter is still lying in the school hospital."

"Don't you see, the pus on his face and his emerald green eyes are like a toad, and the scene is extremely spectacular."

Blaise was happy, he couldn't see Draco well, but he didn't like Potter even more, what shit savior? Can we Slytherin carry the bull?

Everyone looked down at Samael and began to eat, for reasons they probably guessed.

(The Transfiguration class is jealous!! ）

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"I can't believe that this guy is actually our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Looking at the selfies hanging all over the wall, Draco grumbled as he ate.

The punishment of confinement caused him to miss lunch, but Samael left some for him.

The current Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is brightly colored and colorful, and people who don't know think what kind of theater stage this is.

Everyone nodded in understanding, expressing their displeasure with the new professor.

Beverly glared at them, feeling that they were jealous of Professor Lockhart's intelligence and appearance.

On this topic, she angrily rebuked everyone many times on the grounds of lack of taste.

There is no point in arguing with this kind of love brain, and everyone, led by Samael, collectively sent her a big white eye.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, recipient of the Order of Sir Merlin, Third Class Medalist, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League...

Lockhart began a series of speeches as soon as he entered the door.

Is there an idiot award in the wizarding world like the Most Charming Smile Award? How boring this is.

Samael looked at the flower peacock who claimed to have never been ostentatious, and endless words of complaining came to mind.

Samael focused for a moment and threw all his thoughts into the story.

It should be said that this guy's writing is really good, and the portrayal of details in it is fascinating.

Samael can even detect the dry goods contained in the story and read it more seriously.

Only when I heard the flower peacock talk about the extremely dangerous magical creature, I couldn't help but glance up.

Cornwallshire leprechauns are just chicken feathers.

This thing is playing pranks most of the time, not strong, but very hot-tempered.

After watching these little things out of the cage, the panicked expression of the flower peacock, Samael was too lazy to complain.

What hairstyle do you want when fighting, and what about your wand? Do you want water to be like this?

So much so that Samael was not surprised at all when he fled in embarrassment.

The leprechaun waved its nimble wings, swayed left and right in the sky, wreaked havoc on the furnishings in the classroom, and even pounced on the little wizards to tear their clothes, which was extremely bad.

On the Slytherin side, due to the fierce aura of Ilya wrapped around Samael's arm, he was not harassed for the time being.

Gryffindor's side was miserable, not only the books were torn apart, but Neville Longbottom was also hanged.

The sound of running and roaring sounded, and the wand was like a ornament on them.

The goblins had a lot of fun and gradually turned their attention to the Slytherin side.

Although that breath made them fearful, they found that there was no reaction under the temptation, and their courage also became bigger.

It's a pity that they picked the wrong opponent.

The members of the Slytherin organization have been trained by Samael to be full of "love" and have extremely fast nerve responses.

"Armor Protection!"

Draco held up an oval shield to protect everyone and looked proudly at the Gryffindor students.

These little blue things, like a child with a bad personality, constantly hit the shield, and even scratch the shield with sharp claws, making a piercing sound.

Samael frowned, slightly upset.

Theodore on the side waved his wand, and a thick thorn grew from behind him.

The thorns intertwined and turned into a hideous tree of thorns, and the huge canopy enveloped the Slytherin crowd, piercing Draco's fragile shield.

The goblins were about to sneak up on them through the gap when blue flames began to burn from the thorn tree.

It was obviously a flame, but they couldn't feel any temperature, and if they hadn't seen those goblins turn into flying ash in the flames, they wouldn't even have noticed the danger.

The pitch-black tree trunk, the sharp long thorns, and the flames of the orchid, this scene feels mysterious no matter how you look at it.

"Compress the flame? Cold fire? Is this the fruit of your holiday?

Samael's palm was close to the body of the tree trunk, carefully sensing the magic changes in it, and said in surprise.

Seeing Samael's expression, Theodore nodded proudly.

Waving his wand harder and harder, the thorns with blue flames grew wildly, annihilating all the goblins.

Seeing that the class could not be attended, Samael had no choice but to leave with the Slytherin students, of course, he did not forget to take the flame thorn away, and it would not be good to hurt the little wizard.

Only the Gryffindor people who looked at each other were left.

At this moment, they deeply understood what a gap is.

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