When Ginny saw Samael, Samael wasn't surprised.

But before she could speak, Samael refused her request.

That kind of determination to become stronger, this is not the first time he has seen it.

But what could he help with?

He has grown up and does not need to spend time and energy cultivating a "friend" again.

I don't really think that the system's rewards will be easily obtained; I don't really think that the materials of the Bloodline Fusion Elixir are easy to collect; He doesn't really think that it is easy to make a person who seems to him "ordinary" strong.

Ginny does have talent, but that's what Samael thinks.

In her, Samael saw no investment value.

............

"Master, our people have arrived."

The moon is rare, and the clouds over the castle of Hogwarts are hovering, and when you look up, today's Mars is exceptionally bright.

Samael listened to the sound of snake scales rubbing against the ground behind him and nodded slightly.

The huge and secret magic fluctuations disappeared in an instant.

A huge spatial portal appeared behind him.

Samael looked indifferent, his body turning, and twisting strangely at an incredible angle.

In the blink of an eye, a young man with a snake tail appeared in place.

On the white snake's tail, there was a silver brilliance condensed, and the brilliance turned into a mysterious and complex magic imprint on his scales.

The figure behind him was like a pilgrimage, crawling on the ground, looking at Samael feverishly.

"Let's go!"

Samael put on a golden mask and adapted to a form that had not been transformed for a long time.

Tower, Newmongaard, Austria.

As a world-famous wizarding prison, his fame is not due to his tight defense, but because the first Dark Lord imprisoned himself.

It's not that the Ministry of Magic officials didn't want to make him a real prisoner, but they didn't have the ability to convince the legendary wizard.

Moreover, the "saints" who were spared in Dumbledore's face are still the noble rulers in various European countries.

If the news that they want to kill Grindelwald is exposed, it will definitely cause a riot among the saints.

In Europe, no one underestimates Grindelwald's influence.

Through the space door, Samael looked at the tower in front of him, and his heart surged with unprecedented excitement.

"Bathe in blood, my people."

As Samael's voice fell, dense snake people emerged from the spatial passage, they looked at their ancestors feverishly, and after seeing Samael's figure, this fanaticism reached its peak.

This is their primordial ancestor, the origin of all power, the god they worship forever in their hearts.

The snake man hissed, and the terrifying spiritual forces were connected to each other, causing boundless illusions.

This power to manipulate the five senses is indeed terrifying, even if an Auror on duty is being bitten, he remains indifferent, as if the person who was bitten is not him.

His vision, taste, hearing, and pain were not controlled by him the moment he looked at the snake man.

Can only be a senseless puppet.

Samael was indifferent to all this, quietly feeling the bondage from the soul.

"This is the last time!"

Samael whispered, his eyes revealing crazy killing intent.

Looking up, his eyes were facing a pair of heterochromatic pupils on the tower, and the blade in his hand was directly shattered.

The flying petals and thick murderous intent make this tragic atmosphere inexplicably more beautiful.

"Long gone, Grindelwald."

Samael muttered, ignoring the swarming Aurors, and flashed straight to the top of the tower.

After all, the Aurors guarding the prison have experienced battles large and small, and they are experienced.

If such a big movement can't make them vigilant, it's better to find a piece of tofu to hit and die.

But vigilance is one thing, whether you can stop it is another.

Once they get close to a certain range of snake people, they will be affected by hallucinations, and some with weak willpower even begin to kill each other.

They can't tell who the real enemy is.

Whenever there is willpower, spiritual power and prominence, the ancestors of the snake people will rush forward, develop descendants, and expand their own ranks.

Of course, except for Number One, he tries to select as many tall people as possible to join his team, which can also perfectly inherit his "gigantic" ability.

But none of this has much to do with Samael.

Neither of them spoke, calmly meeting the heterochromatic pupils.

Every time the flying petals were about to fall on Grindelwald, they were blocked by a transparent film, splashing bright sparks.

"The afterlife is terrible!"

Grindelwald's voice is not hoarse, it has a different kind of charm.

"No matter how you disguise, your soul tells me that you are not very old."

Samael looked at the old man who was talking quietly, never saying a word.

Even though his body is dry, the confidence and calmness accumulated over the years give him a detached temperament.

"If you had to choose again, would you still stick to your philosophy?"

Samael's calm voice was like setting off some terrifying storm.

Let this extraordinary old man be stunned in place instantly.

Memories, regret, pain, and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

The pale blue flames instantly enveloped him as his mood changed.

Even without the control of a wand, the control of top-level magic is still so good.

"What are you?"

From his appearance to the present, this is the first time that Grindelwald has doubted Samael's identity.

Samael smiled and said nothing, not caring about the high temperature of the fierce fire, wantonly passed through the fierce fire guard, staring at the pair of legendary eyes.

"Maybe it's a huge fan of yours."

Samael's voice was a little erratic, and he instantly understood each other's hearts the moment the two looked at each other.

"For the greatest good!"

Samael held out his palm and waited for his answer.

Grindelwald froze for a moment, the smile on his face became more and more obvious, and gradually became crazy.

"For the greatest good."

The moment the palms of the two touched, the contract was also reached.

"Then I have wronged you!"

Samael calmly retracted his smile and slowly raised the wand in his hand.

"Avadaso!"

A miserable green light flashed, and this wizard who had been brilliant all his life fell straight to the ground.

Samael smiled slightly, took his army of snake people, and turned to leave.

The magic rule that forbade the apparitions had no effect.

The road ahead has become smoother.

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