Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Luna glanced down and said nonchalantly, "They just ran away; they'll come back on their own in a few days."

"So you went barefoot, trying to call them back?"

Witt felt like she was following Luna's line of thought; she believed those people were kind, so they would return the shoes once they came to their senses.

She'll wear shoes if she has them, and won't if she doesn't. In any case, given enough time, her shoes will come back to her on their own.

Then why bother looking for it?

"I think it's still necessary for you to tell Professor McGonagall that not every runaway pet can find its way home, and it's necessary to offer a little help."

Purely good or purely evil people are ultimately a minority; most people are somewhere in between.

If taught well, he will lean more towards the good; if taught poorly, he will lean more towards the bad.

It's unrealistic to expect the other party to repent on their own.

Otherwise, Luna wouldn't have needed to post notices at the end of the year demanding that those who took her things return them to her.

Luna tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I still believe they will come back on their own."

"I hope so."

Witt decided to mention it to Professor Flitwick the next time he met him. Ravenclaw's affairs were for Ravenclaw to handle; it wasn't appropriate for him, a Slytherin, to overstep his bounds.

After saying goodbye to Luna, Witt lost interest in continuing to scold Draco.

After letting Draco go, he came alone to the herb garden to check on the magical botanical garden he had cultivated.

In just a few days, the white sage has sprouted tender shoots, the mandrake is still buried in the soil, the cuttings of devil's vine are curled up in the shade, and the tubers of the baboon are buried in a pile of rotten wood, their condition unclear.

"Vendor," Witt said in a low voice after looking around, "Where did James go?"

“He saw Cho Chang practicing Quidditch while he was fetching water by the lake,” Wenda said with a quiet smile. “And then he never came back.”

"This guy."

Witt silently made a mental note of James's name, then took out a bottle of Philosopher's Stone powder and handed it to Vinda.

"This is your salary."

Wenda used magic to take it and placed it under his wing.

Seeing this, Witt asked, somewhat puzzled.

Aren't you going to eat?

“I’m going to leave it to Albus; he needs the Philosopher’s Stone powder more than I do.”

As he spoke, Wenda's eyes were filled with tenderness.

And that's the look on Witt's face [?_??]

Albus needs the Philosopher's Stone Powder more than you do. No, where did you get the idea that Albus needs it more than you do?

He's already at the mid-stage of the second level, and his strength could surpass that of the Serpent Demon at any time.

If it weren't for the fact that the Serpent Demon had studied magic for an extra year, he probably would have been surpassed by Albus.

As for you, you're not even at the mid-stage yet. Albus could take you down with a single move. It seems like you're the one who needs the magic stone powder more.

"You haven't fallen for him, have you?" Witt's expression was extremely complicated, completely indescribable.

Wenda wasn't intimidated at all and nodded slightly.

Well, this is an extreme base swap.

Witt stared at Wenda speechlessly. "You also want to be Dumbledore's favorite student?"

However, upon further reflection, he realized that the swan's love for the phoenix seemed to make sense.

They're a perfect match, a very perfect match.

Witt narrowed his eyes. Knowing Albus as he did, he knew that Albus couldn't possibly target only Wenda.

"For the greater good"—that was the first thing Dumbledore said.

Before Ariana's death, Dumbledore was determined to win glory and have a more outstanding and glamorous life.

He has the talent and the qualifications.

In reality, Dumbledore was trapped in the past for the rest of his life because of Ariana, but Albus, the phoenix summoned by Witte, did not have such troubles.

He is now obsessed with becoming greater, even resorting to deceiving others with words.

Witt felt that none of his men were easy to deal with.

“Vendor, tell me the truth, besides you, was there anyone else who gave the Philosopher's Stone powder to Albus?”

"And James and Hagrid."

......

Witt's expression completely collapsed.

I only summoned a few people, and half of them were fooled by Albus.

"Hagrid is one thing, but that honest kid even believed in the Serpent Demon. What's wrong with Jaime?"

Witt remembered that James had stood his ground against the Serpent Demon and refused to change his mind even at the cost of his life. How come he was now willingly offering up Philosopher's Stone powder when it came to Albus?

That's unreasonable.

“It’s probably because of Cho Chang,” Wenda said understandingly. “Albus heard about Cho Chang’s situation and gave James some advice and encouragement.”

"To thank Albus, James voluntarily gave Albus his share of Philosopher's Stone powder."

Guidance? Or encouragement?

Witt suddenly had a bad feeling: "The encouragement you mentioned, it's not what I'm thinking, is it?"

Wenda nodded and replied, "Albus has researched the data and conducted some experiments. The experiments have proven that wizard bloodlines have extraordinary compatibility. They can fuse with giants, ewes, fairies, and various magical creatures."

"As long as both parties have feelings for each other, they can have a child that belongs to their love."

"There is no other barrier between James and Cho Chang besides their appearances, and Dumbledore thinks James should be braver."

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Witt wanted to complain, but he didn't know what to say.

Finally, he reluctantly compromised, saying, "Whatever makes you happy, but I must remind you, don't show any special abilities until my strength reaches the required level."

"Wait......"

Witt thought about it carefully and said in a low voice, "We'll lift the restriction once someone breaks through to the third rank."

In fact, individual training was a good thing for Witt. However, the animals he summoned all had human thoughts, and Witt felt embarrassed to make some of them superior and some inferior.

Try to keep the water level as much as possible.

At least he needs to be fair. As for the distribution of benefits below, let whoever is capable take the lead.

Albus had the ability to get them to willingly hand over the Philosopher's Stone powder, and Witte was happy to see it happen.

There's no need to intervene.

***

Another week has passed quickly.

On Monday morning, Dumbledore appeared in the Great Hall with several professors and the entire faculty and student body.

Welcoming the people from France who are coming to participate in the exchange meeting.

The hall doors burst open with a roar, and a strong gust of wind blinded everyone present. The French wizards lined up and walked in unison through the howling wind.

Before they even arrived, they already projected an imposing aura.

Dumbledore stood there quietly, making no move, letting the raging wind sweep through Hogwarts.

Since Dumbledore didn't move, Snape and the others naturally couldn't make a move either.

Fudge couldn't stand it anymore.

He gestured to the Aurors to make their move; if the French wizard continued to act so arrogantly, who knew what the newspapers would say tomorrow.

Before the Aurors could make a move, Witt couldn't resist drawing his wand.

It's one thing to put on a show when you first appear, but to go on and on about it endlessly is another.

You dare to be so arrogant on our turf?

Enraged, Witt drew his wand and used his immense magical power to forcefully deflect the raging winds that were sweeping through Hogwarts.

This caught France completely off guard.

Grindelwald, who was in the lead, glanced at Witt in surprise and waved his hand to dissipate the wind.

Hogwarts has such outstanding students! Dumbledore is being dishonest, hiding things from me.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, our French friend." After the storm subsided, Lucius, as Fudge's second-in-command, went over and shook hands with Grindelwald.

In this situation, Fudge, as Minister of Magic, could not take the initiative to shake hands, as that would make him appear inferior.

You can't just leave the other person hanging; that would be very impolite.

Lucius's arrival was just in time.

Grindelwald looked away, smiled, and shook hands with Lucius.

The moment their hands touched, Lucius uncontrollably knelt down and kissed the back of Grindelwald's hand.

This scene looked exactly like someone pledging allegiance to the other side.

Fudge's face turned ashen, and Lucius's face was equally grim, but his body was not under his control. He struggled several times, but to no avail.

“Kingsley,” Fudge shouted angrily.

After Scrimgeour was hospitalized, Kingsley became the head of the Auror's office.

To demonstrate its strength, Fudge specially invited many Aurors to handle security for this exchange meeting.

This is exactly what I need now.

However, Grindelwald wouldn't give Fudge a chance to get angry. Just as Kingsley was about to draw his wand, he smiled and let go, sincerely helping Lucius up.

She even patted the dust off his clothes for him.