Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

After personally experiencing this blood oath, Grindelwald understood its function.

It's not about not harming each other, but about helping each other out.

Grindelwald can borrow Dumbledore's power through the Blood Pact, and Dumbledore can also borrow Grindelwald's power through the Blood Pact.

Each time it is borrowed, it needs a cooling-off period before it can be used again.

In terms of ability, this blood pact is not as effective as the original blood pact they formed. Even though he can forcibly extract Dumbledore's magic, Grindelwald still lacks confidence in defeating Dumbledore.

After all, he had wasted fifty years.

He couldn't beat them back then, and now the gap between them will only widen, not narrow.

But that's not important. What's important is that this blood oath will no longer self-destruct because of disagreements over protection versus harm.

More importantly, Dumbledore was unaware of the Blood Alliance's capabilities.

In his eyes, the Blood Alliance is still the same Blood Alliance as before.

This information gap is undoubtedly fatal.

Grindelwald held the Blood Pact tightly and murmured, "Dumbledore, soon, very soon I will come to you, to the place you willingly spent your whole life, to find you."

Outside Lestrange's ancestral home, the French Ministry of Magic's emblem is taking on a new look under the moonlight.

***

Hogwarts.

After waiting seven days for the delivery, Witt finally received what he wanted.

Building the greenhouse was not difficult, especially for a wizard, whose magic made Witt as efficient as an entire construction team.

This job is relatively easy.

During his work, Witt's biggest problem was Lockhart, who was always chattering next to him.

“Planting magical plants? Why don’t you ask me? I’ve used all sorts of wondrous magical plants to overcome difficulties more than once during my travels. Let me help you.” Lockhart, like a peacock spreading its tail, wiggled his rear and kept circling around Victor.

The noise made Witt want to hit him again.

However, considering Professor McGonagall's opinion, Witt restrained his anger and urge to take action.

My advice is to shut up.

"Tongue-locking and throat-sealing."

Witt swiftly and decisively silenced Lockhart, and the world instantly returned to peace.

Witt began to regret his earlier actions.

"Waaaaah."

Lockhart, whose mouth was sealed, took out his wand to break the spell on himself. Although he was a novice, he thought that such a small spell should not be difficult for him.

Bang.

Witt turned around and saw Lockhart lying on the ground, his body blackened, surrounded by the explosive marks of magical backfire.

"I've only built half of the greenhouse."

Witt fell to his knees and let out a wail.

Right in front of him, a large hole had been blasted in the long, cylindrical greenhouse, and most of the supporting frame had collapsed, swaying precariously in the wind and making creaking noises.

Then it collapsed completely before Witt's eyes.

Damn it.

Witt really wanted to cast a Crucifixion on Lockhart so he could experience the feeling of ascension.

Don't ask why you don't need to restore it to its original state.

The goal of restoration is to restore intact items to their original state. Witt's shed wasn't even built properly, so how can a half-finished product be restored? Who knows what kind of mess it will look like after restoration?

He could only use magic to repair the materials and then rebuild it all over again.

Professor McGonagall's office.

This is the third time Witt has come here.

McGonagall glared at Witt, looking utterly exhausted, while Witt stared wearily at the ceiling.

After a long silence, McGonagall spoke up: "Mrs. Pomfrey said that Lockhart is seriously injured and will need at least half a month to recover."

"I hope that once Lockhart's injury has healed, you will take the initiative to avoid him."

Once, twice, three times, McGonagall is now basically certain that Witt and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor are incompatible.

Although she felt somewhat sorry for Witt, McGonagall had to consider the other students at the school, as well as Snape.

She couldn't expect Snape to teach two courses at the same time all the time.

This is really exhausting.

“I think you should say that to Professor Lockhart,” Witt said, rolling his eyes. “I’ve tried my best to avoid him, but he just keeps coming up to me.”

"Tell me, do you think it was easy for me to set up a shed there? Professor Lockhart kept nagging and nagging in my ear."

Witt's tone grew increasingly agitated, and he clutched his head in agony, wailing, "I couldn't take it anymore, so I tried to use magic to quiet him down for a while."

"It was quiet for less than a second before my greenhouse was gone."

"How can you blame me?" Witt slammed his fist on the table. "Professor, you be the judge, how can you blame me?"

McGonagall (ヾ?■_■)

She also wanted to say that being a vice principal was exhausting.

But it was clear that McGonagall wouldn't resign easily. She composed herself and reassured Witt.

"I'll try to talk to Lockhart, and you should try to avoid him as much as possible, okay?"

Witt immediately assured him, "As long as he doesn't come looking for me on his own initiative, I will definitely avoid him."

Lockhart, that idiot, he really doesn't understand what politeness is at all. Witt has no idea how he made such a big name for himself.

Before the start of the semester, Witt thought he didn't need to pay any attention to such a weakling.

He now realizes that Lockhart is even more troublesome than Quirrell.

When facing Quirrell, Witt only needed to avoid him, but when facing Lockhart, Witt didn't even have to try to avoid him. Lockhart clung to Witt like a leech, impossible to shake off.

It's so annoying.

Emerging from Professor McGonagall's office, Witt swore that if Lockhart ever came looking for him again, he would first snatch his wand with Exorcism, then silence him with a tongue lock, determined not to give Lockhart any chance to cause trouble.

Chapter 98: A Friendly Exchange Match Between English and French Wizards (Not a Friendship)

In the corridors of Hogwarts.

Witt saw Draco sneaking around in the corner, occasionally peeking out as if observing something.

"Are you stalking Harry again?"

Hearing the voice behind him, Draco tensed up instantly, only relaxing when he turned around and saw it was Witt.

"It is you."

"I wasn't waiting for Harry, I was waiting for Neville."

Navee?

Witt asked curiously, "Why are you squatting by him? Have you fallen for someone else?"

“I’m waiting for him… I didn’t fall for anyone else, no, I never liked Harry at all.” Draco protested hastily, as if he had heard something offensive. “Who would like a guy like Harry?”

Seeing that Draco's tone was becoming increasingly panicked and strange, Witt couldn't help but laugh out loud.

My mood improved a lot after being tricked by Lockhart.

"Alright, I know what you mean. There's no need to rush to explain. But you still haven't said why you wanted to squat on Nawei."

“I was beaten up by Neville yesterday.”

Draco's face was still filled with disbelief as he said this. Having been humiliated by Harry again yesterday, he was looking for someone easy to bully. Neville was undoubtedly the easiest person in Gryffindor to take advantage of.

So he secretly followed Neville, intending to use the Tarantella dance magic to get Neville to dance for him.

Unexpectedly, Neville not only dodged the spell as if he had foreseen it, but also swiftly retaliated with a burp curse.

It made him hiccup all afternoon.

Although Neville seemed more panicked than he was after the magic hit him, it didn't matter.

The important thing is that he got beaten up, beaten up by that timid, forgetful, and easily bullied Neville.

This severely damaged Draco's fragile self-esteem.

Draco couldn't stand it, he simply couldn't stand it. He didn't sleep all night, gritting his teeth as he prepared to cause trouble for Neville.

But he searched all morning and couldn't find any trace of Neville. It was as if Neville had some kind of premonition; he always managed to leave before they arrived.

Draco was exhausted after running around all morning and still couldn't catch up with Neville. Finally, when he was too tired to walk any further, he decided to use a stupid method: he waited for Neville on his way to school and has been doing so ever since.

“What?” Witt exclaimed in surprise, “Neville hit you? That’s wonderful!”

Draco [?_??]

He felt like there was something wrong with his ears. What did Witt just say was amazing?

Navey hit him, that was awesome!

"I mean, it's such a shame." Witt looked a little embarrassed. Hearing Neville start hitting people, Witt was so happy that he accidentally blurted out what he was thinking.

Neville's courage to defy Draco shows that he has begun to transform, taking another solid step closer to becoming a true Gryffindor.

This is undoubtedly exciting news.

Draco was unaware of Witte's plans; all he knew was that Witte's dismissive tone displeased him.

He pursed his lips and stared at Witt resentfully, "You've changed. You weren't like this last year."

“Don’t look at me like that.” Witt grabbed Draco’s arm. “Since you’re so free, why don’t you help me build the shed?”

"Gore, Crabbe, you two come here too."