Christmas dinner.

Samael enjoyed a unique holiday party.

Men and women swayed their bodies wildly on the dance floor.

Samael also learns that the group is descendants of werewolves transformed on Neil's full moon night.

It's hard to believe that Muggles without any magic can transform into magical creatures.

Samael had the intention to put down one of them as a study, but it was difficult to start.

However, this so-called "magical creature" does not have the talent to unleash magic, and can only be transformed into an ordinary werewolf.

A very lucky few individuals may awaken the magic seal in their bloodline and become stronger.

Ignoring a werewolf who kept flirting at him, Samael quietly stared at the huge Christmas tree in the middle of the dance floor.

The trunk of the tree is strong, green, and has a colorful brilliance on it, which looks very spectacular, this is obviously a giant alchemical product, but I don't know what the specific function is.

He wanted to ask Branson, and seeing him jumping in and out of the crowd, he wasn't in that mood.

"Samael, do you say we're going to tell Branson he's surrounded.

"Don't worry first, the other party obviously has a back hand."

Samael smiled at the corners of his mouth, sensing the ever-approaching magical fluctuations outside the castle.

"Sage is amazing, it can actually limit Branson's ability so badly, remember to go back and let Cedric study it, oh yes, and aconite."

Samael looked at Branson, who was almost drunk, and couldn't help but feel funny.

This guy usually doesn't get drunk in a thousand glasses, and now a glass of white wine has become this dead virtue, and there is definitely a problem.

"The people outside are too blatant, don't tell me this is a forbidden rune, I can't bear it.

Derek took a sip of his wine, looked at the graphics lit up on the wall, and rolled up his sleeves to get to work.

"What are you in a hurry, this is specifically for the weather curse, the werewolves of the Funeral Moon clan usually carry the wind and rain, running with thunder and lightning, how can they not be restrained as enemies, wait to see a good show."

As soon as Samael's words fell, he saw a group of strange people in tattered clothes walking in outside the door.

The crowd twisted their heads in unison, revealing their true colors.

Werewolves, snow monsters, ghouls, silent hunters, shapeshifters, densely packed, roared at Samael and the others.

Branson, Neil and the others finally reacted, turning into werewolf forms, followed by boys and girls behind them.

The entire banquet hall instantly became a crowd of demons dancing.

The sounds of killing, roars, and wails are endless.

Samael shook his wine glass and casually turned a werewolf howling at him into powder.

He also muttered: "The world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable, this is not good, not good!"

Derek glanced at him speechlessly, sighing in his heart that Samael was hypocritical, and then casually twisted the head of a snow monster.

"Samael, help!!"

Branson shouted at Samael as he was pumped out by the tail of a lizard monster.

At this time, he was suffocated, not only could he not use the weather spell he was good at, but even the speed and resilience of the werewolf were weakened to the extreme.

This strange aconite grass can't completely kill him, but it can make him extremely weak.

Samael is too lazy to deal with him, he can't die anyway, let him have a good memory.

"Derek, your ability is the best at raising war with war, let me see your results.

"By the way, remember to leave me a few complete corpses, such good material can't be wasted like this." "

He has recently made a big breakthrough in black magic and is in desperate need of fresh experimental materials.

Derek rarely participated in their battles other than basic spells, and Samael wanted to see the results of his research.

"It's up to me next!"

Derek casually threw out a smoke bomb, and the smoke spread to form a circular portal.

A stout unicorn poked out behind the portal, and a rhinoceros monster flashing a dark red light drilled out.

"Poisonous horned beast? Kind of interesting. Watching

the behemoth rampaging across the battlefield, Samael suddenly became interested.

"It's a poisonous horned beast, how can the United States have this thing, attack this monster first!"

some of the people in the crowd kept shouting.

Three strange men with only one eye held each other's hands and kept chanting mantras.

Like a murmur from ancient times, it is also like a hymn to an ancient god.

A golden beam of light struck the body of the poisonous horned beast.

The three weirdos breathed a sigh of relief, confident that this blow would bring down the poisonous horned beast.

But before they could react, they saw the poisonous horned beast shook its head in a trance, and instantly split into two.

The three thought they had one-eyed eyes, but the constant explosions instantly pulled them back to reality.

"Derek, stop playing, quick fix.

Samael looked at the defeated Moon Wolf Clan and couldn't help but speak.

"Okay, no problem!"

Derek snapped his fingers, and a dense array of eight-eyed giant spiders and dementors appeared behind the smoke door.

The tide of battle was turned around in an instant.

The sharp spear of the eight-eyed giant spider wantonly trampled on the body of the enemy.

The Dementors grab a fallen monster and devour the souls of their enemies.

Blood, stumped limbs, and minced flesh were scattered haphazardly in the hall, dyeing the green Christmas tree with a bloody brilliance.

Since the last slaughter of the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider, Derek has realized that the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider is only suitable for surprise attack, and he lacks a thick-skinned, charging general.

The poisonous horned beast is the best choice in his mind, but its breeding is difficult, and it is difficult to achieve his expectations.

Fortunately, Samael gave him an extra bloodline fusion potion before Christmas, and the magic core of this potion came from the spirit cat, which perfectly solved the difficulties he encountered.

Infinite division, who is this skill for, who is not confused.

Looking at the constantly divided poisonous horned beasts and the cruel animal army, Samael was very satisfied, and Derek did not waste his painstaking efforts.

Neil gasped, watching this scene shocked in his heart, what kind of monster his nephew had met in school.

Looking at the wailing soul in the vortex behind Derek, he questioned whether he had made the right decision to send Branson to Hogwarts in the first place.

Isn't Dumbledore the greatest white wizard of our time, isn't this student from Newmongard, right

? Derek groaned with enjoyment, his heart firmer about expanding the army of dementors.

Branson also saw such a Derek for the first time, but he didn't wonder, there were more things wrong with this group of friends, so he began to clean up the battlefield seriously.

After all, there really wasn't much left for Samael's complete body.

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