"Professor, professor, are you home?"

Samael did not shy away and was the first to enter Slughorn's house.

"Don't worry, Professor, I'm not here to arrest you this time."

"Look, Headmaster Dumbledore is there."

Samael sat down with a big grin, avoiding the "inconspicuous" sofa, shouting and looking around, he didn't want to sit in the arms of the old man.

He was very calm and admitted that he had done the first two raids.

Not only is there no need to hide it, but any potions master will be very sensitive to mana fluctuations, and he can't hide it at all.

"Dragon's blood?"

"You're a waste."

Samael stood up, tasting the blood that kept dripping, revealing an intoxicated look.

Looking at the dirty environment frowning slightly, with a wave of his hand, all the broken furniture and porcelain seemed to go back in time, and they returned to their original state in an instant.

No one can see the original tattered appearance.

This magical scene was seen by Harry, who had just entered the door, and once again lamented the difference in strength between the two.

"Samael Gaunt, I really haven't seen you for a long time, I hope you came with kindness."

Seeing Dumbledore's figure, Slughorn also breathed a sigh of relief, and "broke out" from the sofa in the blink of an eye and returned to his original appearance.

He had corresponded with Samael before, and the two were considered "old" friends.

"Dumbledore, long time no see."

The fat old man greeted Dumbledore eagerly, as if he were the only one who could take him safe.

Uh ~ It seems to be true.

However, the old fat man's attention was quickly attracted by the silent Harry next to him.

Or rather, attracted by the scars on his head.

"Merlin's beard..."

Samael was not in the mood to hear him marvel and visited the room alone.

And Dumbledore also excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving Harry and Slughorn enough time to get to know each other.

"Professor, forget about this unnecessary surveillance."

"Shouldn't your attention be on Harry?"

Samael rolled her eyes and said speechlessly towards the curtain.

The old thing, shamelessly using the phantom spell, ambushed in front of Samael.

"Slughorn is a man who loves to enjoy."

"At the same time he is also keen to 'collect' some celebrities, and he will agree."

"Then what else are you asking me to do?"

Samael rolled his eyes, the tip of his nose wrinkled slightly, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe you underestimate your position in the wizarding world."

"The youngest pure-blood master!"

"Warriors of the wizarding world!"

"Not to mention the invisible advantage that comes with your travel between black and white."

"I'm 90% sure I'm bringing Harry, but with you, I'm 100% sure he'll accept my invitation."

Samael was not surprised that Dumbledore knew what he had done.

After all, he had been the "greatest wizard of this century" for so many years, and if he didn't even know this kind of news, he wouldn't have to work so hard to calculate him.

Samael smiled and did not refute, it was true, his influence now really surpassed the peak of the Gaunt family.

To put it bluntly, he could even influence the outcome of the election of the Minister of Magic.

These are all things that he painstakingly came up step by step.

"Mr. Gaunt doesn't need to explain Harry's current situation?"

Even if he didn't see the appearance of the old Duntou, Samael could feel the cold eyes of the centenarian.

"Maybe you need to ask Harry yourself."

Samael disdained to answer, and if you have the ability, you can tear Harry's soul to find out for yourself.

"Although I don't have any evidence to prove that Harry's physical changes are related to you, it is undeniable that the magic fluctuations of the two of you are extremely similar."

Dumbledore's eyes did not leave Samael for a moment, not knowing what came to mind, and then added:

"Especially when emotions are out of control."

Samael looked as usual, and as long as there was no tangible evidence, he would never admit it.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, if you just use Harry as a tool to defeat Voldemort, don't worry."

"As far as I know, you really don't value his life and death very much."

"I don't know where Harry's change came from, but what I can tell you is that I went through the same thing as him, and I didn't allow him to die in front of me."

Samael's voice was incomparably sincere.

Compared to Dumbledore's determination to kill Voldemort, he really didn't care much about Harry's life and death.

And neither Lao Fu nor Old Duntou could ever guess Samael's original ancestor identity.

During the time when the snake man was born, he painstakingly tampered with the history of the wizarding world.

But all the history related to snakes has the figure of snake people, and the more lies are said, it will come true.

Now the mainstream idea in the entire wizarding world is the snake race, an evil race with a long history, inexhaustible to kill and endlessly destroyed.

What does what the snake Terrans do have to do with me Samael Gunte.

Sensing that Dumbledore had left, Samael silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though he now has some hole cards to compete with the centenarian, he still feels pressure.

Time passed quickly, and without knowing what the old bee said, Slughorn inexplicably agreed to his request.

Samael could tell that although the old guy had been staring at Harry, Yu Guang was always looking at him.

He wasn't surprised that he and Harry had seen meat buns for some fame-seekers and ordinary evil dogs.

They are undoubtedly a shortcut to glory for such people.

"Professor, see you at school then!"

The ending is a foregone conclusion, and Samael also likes this kind of "profit-oriented" person, and happily has a good relationship with him.

The reason is simple, because it is easy to use.

Of course, the main reason was that Samael smelled a lot of elixir when he left.

No potions master can withstand the temptation to boil elixir, and likewise, no potions master chooses to boil just one vial.

Even for the sake of the elixir, Samael needs to befriend this old man, after all, this thing is too fragrant.

Beverly once tried to brew, but this thing took too long, and she skipped it in less than half a month.

It was too abrasive, and the eldest lady didn't have the patience, so she turned her head to study the formula transformation.

"Professor, I'll go back first, let's see you at the start of school."

Samael had a plan in his heart, naturally he would not stay long, in case it would not be good to let Old Deng Tou see something.

However, with this old fellow's suspicious personality, maybe the elixir is what makes him bite.

He didn't want to be the old bee's cushion before he died.

So, everything should be carefully planned.

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