Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Ha ha.

You can have anything in your dreams.

No, no, Witt shook his head violently. Apologizing directly would not only make him more likely to feel wronged, but also wouldn't have a high success rate.

We need to find another way.

Use Lily...

No, Victor immediately rejected the idea. Using some information from Lily could be very effective if done well, but if done poorly, it would be disastrous.

There is no possibility of any de-escalation between the two sides.

The risk is too high; we can't gamble on it.

Aside from Lily, this is the person he currently knows who has the best relationship with Snape.

Witt turned his head and looked intently at Draco.

Seeing that Witt had turned his head and was staring intently at him, Draco hesitated for a long time before handing over his favorite caramel pudding.

"If you've thought it through, I can give you this pudding."

"I'm so amazing, to be able to make such a great sacrifice," Draco thought to himself, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Witt: "..."

He'd bet Draco was thinking the wrong thing again.

It doesn't matter, the process isn't important, as long as the goal is achieved.

"Really."

Witt took the pudding Draco handed him, picked up the spoon, and swallowed the pudding in one gulp while Draco looked at him with a pained expression. After savoring the taste with his eyes closed, he reached out his hand to Draco.

"There might have been some misunderstanding about what happened before. Let me introduce myself. My name is Witt, Witt Booz."

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Draco extended his hand with feigned generosity and shook hands with Witt, saying proudly, "You made the right choice."

As expected of me, I've already recruited a powerful follower on the first day of school. I'll go see Harry tomorrow. How can Harry Potter associate with those poor Weasleys?

With me in charge, Harry Potter would surely bow down and become my most loyal friend.

Draco was secretly pleased with himself, completely forgetting the pain of Pudding being eaten by Vittoria.

At the end of the dinner, desserts, along with their plates, disappeared from the table.

Dumbledore stood up again, emphasized the matter in the fourth-floor corridor again, and said happily, "Now let's sing the school song together."

Aside from candy, Dumbledore's favorite thing was music.

But the other professors at the school weren't so fond of it. The Hogwarts school song? They'd been singing it for decades, and they were getting tired of it.

"This song is really awful."

The whole school sang in unison, and the singing sounded no different from what you'd hear in a market.

Witt didn't even bother to open his mouth.

I'll try to get Hedwig's Variations out of my memory someday; that's the only Hogwarts school song Witte recognizes.

Maybe I can even get some extra points.

After the class was dismissed, Witt followed the fifth-year prefect to his Slytherin dormitory. His roommates were three strangers, two of whom, judging by their appearance, didn't seem very bright.

Faced with the choice between purebloods and close relatives, Witte was at a loss for words.

Slytherin himself acknowledged half-bloods and was willing to recruit half-blood wizards, but his successors have done things even more extreme than Slytherin.

outrageous.

Never mind, it's none of his business.

After a long day, the other three roommates collapsed into bed and fell asleep. After tidying up his things, Victor also closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

After Victor fell asleep, the serpent demon slowly slithered out from his sleeve.

Magic Stone, Fourth Floor, Music.

After pondering for a while, the serpent demon suppressed his urge to investigate. According to his master, the Philosopher's Stone should not have been placed there by Dumbledore at this stage.

Before the Mirror of Erised was placed there, the Philosopher's Stone was in Dumbledore's possession.

There's no point in looking back now.

As for stealing the Philosopher's Stone from Dumbledore, what's the difference between that and suicide?

The Serpent Demon isn't that stupid.

Therefore, the only way to obtain the Philosopher's Stone is to find a way to break the spell that Dumbledore has cast on the Mirror of Erised.

Seize an opportunity.

This must not be told to the master; if he finds out, the whole thing will take a turn for the worse in Dumbledore's eyes.

He was just a snake, and the snake demon flicked its tongue—that was its greatest advantage.

Fantastic creatures don't understand human morality and constraints, just as a Niffler wouldn't consider taking gold nuggets from a bank as robbery; it's simply instinct.

After sorting out all the relationships, the serpent demon slowly swam down to the ground. He planned to go to the Hogwarts library to look for records about the Mirror of Erised and possible ways to break it.

A method that suits his identity, one that, even if discovered, wouldn't make Dumbledore suspect Wirt's solution.

The allure of the Philosopher's Stone was too great, especially after learning that Dumbledore would eventually destroy it; the Serpent Demon simply couldn't remain calm.

Don't give it to me, why destroy it?

Extremely wasteful, a terrible squandering of resources.

Chapter 14 We can't let Harry follow the Weasleys' bad example.

Good morning, Hogwarts.

After a good night's sleep, Victor opened his eyes, used magic to get dressed, washed up, and headed straight for the Hogwarts Library.

Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind.

All the wealth accumulated by Hogwarts over a thousand years is hidden in this library.

Such a mountain of gold is bound to make people drool.

From the outside, the Hogwarts Library looks like just a small room, but once you push the door open, you'll find that it's much, much larger inside than it appears from the outside.

The stacks of books stretched to the sky, and some passageways were so narrow that only one person could pass at a time.

Mrs. Pince, the caretaker, hadn't arrived at work yet, so the door was locked, and I could only wait on a chair in the hallway outside.

Witt had gotten up very early, but there were always people who got up even earlier than him.

Hermione Granger.

The King of Gryffindor.

After glancing at Hermione, Victor didn't go up to greet her. Instead, he found an empty seat and sat down to study "Potions and Magic".

"You're here to borrow books too?"

Perhaps because she was getting a little bored while waiting, Hermione took the initiative to greet them.

"Do children from wizarding families need to borrow books?" You could tell from that question that the child had no friends.

While reading, Witt replied, "Hogwarts has been established for over a thousand years, more than twice as long as the Ministry of Magic. No wizarding family can match the collection of books in the Hogwarts library."

"Besides, I am not from a wizarding family."

Hermione had been nodding along, but when Victor finished speaking, she suddenly stopped.

Not a child from a wizarding family?

You're not from a wizarding family, yet you speak so eloquently.

"You're playing me." Hermione glared at Witt, her eyes wide. "I remember now, you were the one in the car. So what you said yesterday was also a lie?"

She wondered how the magical world could have such strange magic training techniques; this guy made her agonize over it for half the night yesterday.

Hermione, who still couldn't figure it out, came to the library early this morning to find out the truth.

"Quiet should be maintained outside the library."

Witt pointed to the sign outside and said without looking up, "Knowledge comes from books, not from family."

"Then what about the exercise techniques you mentioned yesterday?"

"Just because I am not doesn't mean Draco isn't either. Draco is one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families in the wizarding world."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone."

Witt was so calm, showing absolutely no remorse for doing anything wrong, and spoke with such conviction.

This made Hermione suddenly lose confidence.

She seemed to have been a bit too hasty and misunderstood the other person.

"Feel sorry."

Hermione said dryly that she wasn't used to apologizing to people.

"If you really feel guilty, then just keep quiet."

At this moment, Witte resembled a gentle scholar, with only knowledge in his eyes and nothing else.

Hermione felt even more embarrassed. She felt she had done something very, very wrong. She wanted to say a few words of self-reproach but was worried about disturbing Victor's reading.

They could only sit there awkwardly and stiffly.

Time ticked by so slowly that even the air seemed thick and viscous, making it very difficult for her to breathe.

After a while, Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and was about to get up and leave when Mrs. Pince, the librarian, arrived.

"Children, come in."

Perhaps because she slept in a little longer today, the usually stern Mrs. Pince spoke in a much gentler tone than usual.

Since it was their first time visiting, Mrs. Pince gave them a special explanation of the library rules and how to avoid damaging the books while reading.