Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Neville has finally changed, so we can't let Draco put more pressure on him. We'll have to help him out.

Gore and Crabbe didn't want to set up the shed, their faces showing their reluctance.

The same goes for Draco.

However, Witt didn't care about their thoughts and ordered the two in a threatening tone, "Go."

Draco was dragged away by Witte. Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a glance. They dared not disobey Witte's orders and could only obediently follow.

On the open ground by the Black Lake, Draco, struggling to lift a large pile of bamboo pipes with a levitation charm, said weakly, "Witt, what's the point of building this?"

"Let's go back, I'll treat you to ice cream."

“Of course it makes sense,” Witt said without turning his head. “I always do things with a purpose. On the contrary, why do you keep staring at Harry? You always suffer losses, but you just won’t give up.”

“I am meaningful too.” Draco’s face flushed red, whether from exhaustion or some other reason was unclear.

"Okay, okay, you've made a point."

Witt didn't bother arguing with Draco: "Hurry up and move them. All these sheds need to be set up today. And Gore, you two hurry up too. You're so big, but you have no strength at all."

"Hurry up and finish this, I'll treat you to ice cream."

Draco: That's my line.

After working for three hours, Witt finally finished setting up the shed. After reinforcing it with magic, Witt clapped his hands and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

There are seven greenhouses in total: three for growing Dictamnus dasycarpus, three for growing Babo tubers, and the last one for growing Devil's Net.

As for Mandrake, it is temporarily planted in pots and hung in the air, mixed with Dictamnus dasycarpus and Bapau tubers.

The layout inside the greenhouse was replicated one-to-one with the blueprints provided by Professor Sprout, ensuring adequate lighting while maximizing space utilization.

"All done, let's go. I'll treat you to ice cream."

Witt led the three of them straight to the Weasley twins' stall.

First and second grade students are not allowed to go out, and even if they have money, they cannot buy snacks.

They usually hire older students to promote their products.

But that's slow and takes a long time, and you can't expect the other person to have time every time.

Driven by the needs of younger students, some middlemen naturally emerged within Hogwarts.

The Weasley twins are the most active and stable middlemen at Hogwarts, bar none.

Four honey ice creams.

"Honestly, twenty copper nut." George, seeing it was Witt, quoted a discounted price without hesitation.

"How can it be so cheap? You didn't drug it, did you?" Draco asked instinctively upon hearing the price.

The honey ice cream sold in the delivery store costs seven copper knuckles each. If you ask someone to carry it for you, you'll definitely have to pay a delivery fee. Ten copper knuckles is the normal price. If the weather is too hot, the price may even go up. Draco once offered it for as high as fifteen copper knuckles.

George is selling five copper nuggets each, which is a complete loss for him.

"Buy it or don't, it's up to you." George glanced at Draco with disdain. "If it weren't for Vittoria's sake, I would have charged you at least twelve knuckles."

"My face?"

Witt, puzzled, asked, "What face do I have?"

“You beat Snape up, and now the whole school knows that Snape lost to a student. Harry said Snape’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.”

“Hero.” Fred gave Victor a thumbs up.

Every Gryffindor student suffers greatly from Snape's persecution, yet they are powerless to do anything about it.

Snape was not only a professor, but also extremely powerful. Even if his students tried to sneak up on him, they would only be easily defeated.

Witt did something they had thought about for a long time but dared not do. Whatever the reason or purpose, the fact remains that Snape got a good beating.

Increase the favorability of all Gryffindor students by 100.

Witt's feelings about George and Fred were quite complicated; how did he, a Slytherin, become a hero of Gryffindor?

Outrageous.

“You won’t lose money on five copper knits, will you?” Witt counted out forty copper knits and handed them over. “I’ll just buy them at the normal price.”

“No, no.” George pushed Victor’s hand away and leaned closer, saying mysteriously, “We have a partnership with the ice cream shop owner outside, so we can get our goods at a low price. We can buy honey ice cream that costs seven nut for only five nut.”

"At cost price, we won't lose money."

"If you really can't bear to do it, how about we win Quidditch this year?"

Mentioning Quidditch, George's face immediately fell: "Ever since we lost last year, Wood has gone crazy, thinking about training all day long and devising all sorts of complicated schemes."

"Even more boring than Professor Bibins's classes."

Fred also suffered from this, complaining, "Every time I hear him talk about those complicated plans, my eyelids start to droop, and all I want to do is sleep."

"No matter how hard we train, the Light Wheel can't catch up with the Fire Arrow, so it's pointless."

“Actually,” Witt added in a low voice, “besides the Firebolt, Mr. Malfoy also sponsored each of our team members with a Nimbus 2001.”

"Even if I wanted to let you win, you would still have a hard time beating the others."

Although the Seeker position had already been taken by Witt, Draco still wanted to join the Quidditch team. Narcissa, who doted on her son, persuaded Lucius to sponsor a batch of brooms for the Slytherin team.

He successfully made Draco the team's ball chaser.

"Nimbus 2001, the latest model Nimbus released this year?" Fred felt like he had heard something very dirty.

“Wood will explode when he hears about this.” George made a funny explosion gesture: “The really loud kind.”

"Forget it," Draco muttered to himself. "We're not even sure if Quidditch will even be held this year."

"It was a huge waste of our family's money."

“What do you mean?” Witt turned his head and heard Draco muttering.

George and Fred heard it too.

Goyle and Crabbe... they only wanted to know when they could get ice cream, they didn't care about Quidditch at all.

You promised us ice cream, so give us some first!

“It was something my father mentioned casually in a letter to me a few days ago,” Draco said in a low voice. “The Director of the Department of Law Enforcement of the French Ministry of Magic will be visiting England soon, and the French are interested in organizing a wizard exchange meeting, which will be held at Hogwarts.”

"Whether they are adults or minors, wizards will compete."

"The French are saying that they not only want to prove that contemporary wizards are better than us, but also that their next generation of wizards will be better than us."

"I think they're just dreaming."

Draco said proudly, "With Witt around, their next generation of wizards will definitely lose miserably, they will have no chance of winning at all."

Draco's expression at that moment made it seem as if the person he was boasting about wasn't Witt, but himself.

"Let's have a contest!"

"A contest with the French Ministry of Magic."

George and Fred chimed in, "Wow, this is hilarious! I'm going to tell everyone!"

Both of them were action-oriented; they acted on their thoughts immediately and disappeared around the corner of the castle in the blink of an eye.

"Ice cream!" Seeing that the person was about to run away, Gore couldn't help but let out a wail.

Witt could only take out twenty copper nats and hand them to the two of them, waving his hand and saying, "Stop howling, I'll give you the money to buy your own ice cream."

After chasing the two away, Witt turned his gaze to Draco.

"You just said that the person who came over was the head of the French Department of Law Enforcement, the one surnamed Lestrange?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Draco replied, puzzled.

There's a problem, a big problem.

The French Lestrange family was wiped out long ago, and the one sitting in that position now is Grindelwald.

Grindelwald, the one who went head-to-head with Dumbledore in 1945.

He's coming to Hogwarts.

Damn it, I survived one Dark Lord in first grade, and now another one is coming in second grade. Isn't this going to kill me?

Isn't he afraid of getting beaten up for provoking Dumbledore like that?

Keep in mind that the Elder Wand is currently in Dumbledore's hands, and Grindelwald has neglected it for fifty years.

Even with that blood pact, Grindelwald would have virtually no chance of defeating Dumbledore.

What was he thinking?

Wait, a blood oath?

Witt realized that Dumbledore was unaware of the New Blood Alliance's capabilities, and that Grindelwald was trying to exploit this information gap.

He was betting that Dumbledore wouldn't dare to make a move.

After figuring everything out, Witt suddenly laughed, a laugh filled with malice.

He also has an information gap.

Grindelwald probably never imagined that the wizard who rebuilt the blood pact was a second-year student at Hogwarts.

His arrogance is based on the premise that Dumbledore is unaware of the New Blood Alliance's capabilities. What if Dumbledore had known?

Witt's lips suddenly curled into a sinister smile.

Dumbledore would definitely beat Grindelwald to a pulp; he loves seeing domestic violence and the like.

He missed the competition in 1945, but he will definitely see the live broadcast this year.

Hehehehe!

Witt let out a laugh just like Voldemort's.

Despite the laughter, Witte's purpose in doing this wasn't entirely for entertainment; he also wanted to learn something from this duel.

And to see clearly how far he still falls short of legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort.

It's good to carry out special reinforcement.

The resurrection stone is good, but it is not one's own power. It is only suitable for use behind the scenes.