Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"Walk."

Witt released Percy's hand and grabbed Draco's shoulder, pulling him back forcefully.

Before Percy could speak, he reminded him, "You can remove the magic from them with a spell like Spell Stop."

Percy grinned and swung his arm, revealing a clear red handprint on his wrist.

As a prefect, Percy could not afford to stir up trouble again after things had calmed down.

He could only do his best to maintain order, comfort the Gryffindors, and get them all back to their seats.

Only then were the spells lifted for George and Fred.

The Geminis, now able to move again, exchanged a glance, as if asking, "Did you see how he made his move?"

I didn't see it.

How can you be so useless?

Aren't you the same?

The two sat down dejectedly, silently keeping the incident in mind.

Back in Slytherin's seat, Vitra pulled Draco down to sit and began to berate him.

"Are you out of your mind? Did you just want me to take on the entire Gryffindor House by myself?"

"I now seriously doubt whether my choice was the right one."

Draco's face, which had been somewhat displeased, was suddenly covered in cold sweat.

He's not stupid, he's just easily swayed by his emotions.

Now that he's realized what he just did, Draco understands the stupid thing he did.

The other side was clearly about to make a move, yet he still went up to provoke them. No matter how strong Witt is, he couldn't possibly fight so many people by himself.

"It's all that Poot's fault," Draco instinctively began to shift the blame.

"Who is right and who is wrong is not important; what matters is the result."

Witt said coldly, "We are Slytherin, we only look at results, and the result is that you did something very stupid."

"You now have to prove to me that my choice was not wrong."

Draco was naturally unwilling to be coerced by Witte, but when he turned around and saw Goyle and Crabbe, he instantly remembered their desertion at the last minute.

Compared to those two fools, Witt was indeed more capable and more loyal.

Witt was entitled to make demands of him.

"What do you want?" Draco asked awkwardly. "I can only offer a maximum of twenty Galleons."

This is all the pocket money he has for the month; he hopes Victor can leave him some.

......

Witt glared at Draco speechlessly; this guy's character was hopeless.

“I don’t want money,” Witt said in a low voice. “I’ve heard that Dean Snape and Mr. Lucius are old friends, and I would like to join the Potions Research Club founded by Professor Snape.”

Apologize? What's there to apologize for?

He made such a huge sacrifice; how could it be just to apologize to Snape?

Witt isn't out of his mind.

He wanted to use Draco as a stepping stone to enter the inner circle of Slytherin. As long as he demonstrated enough ability, he wouldn't need to apologize; Snape would forgive him.

Slytherin: profit above all else.

Chapter 16 The Difficult-to-Get College Points

"Professor Snape's club? That's it."

Draco quickly took the money back and said confidently, "I'll write to Dad in a bit."

"Would your father be willing to write a letter about this?" Witt asked, feigning concern and deliberately provoking Draco.

Instead of asking for a reason, try to provoke him; Draco is the kind of person who can't stand that kind of talk.

“Dad will definitely agree; he’s never refused a request of mine,” Draco said proudly.

"If all else fails, I can tell my mom."

Since Draco had already said all that, Witt naturally knew when to stop.

"If this really works out, we'll be best friends from now on. Here, have this pudding."

Witt's previously serious expression vanished, and he cheerfully served Draco the pudding in front of him.

Caramel pudding.

Draco eagerly took it, his expression showing great satisfaction.

As expected, Witt was the one who knew how to offer things to the boss, unlike Goyle and Crabbe, who had no sense of propriety and only knew how to eat.

While eating his pudding, Draco remembered what had just happened and angrily cursed.

“That idiot Harry Pott has no idea what he’s missing.”

Recalling Harry's humiliation of him, Draco nervously looked around. He was quite certain that someone was spying on him and mocking him in their heart.

They mocked him for being rejected by Harry, for being called an oddball by Harry, and for being inferior to the poor Weasley.

Even though he wasn't injured, Draco felt like he'd been slapped, his face burning with pain.

Draco grew angrier the more he thought about it, and even the crème brûlée in his mouth suddenly tasted bland.

Like everyone else, Draco grew up listening to stories of Harry the Savior. To him, Harry was the hero in those stories, so Draco naturally held a certain admiration for Harry.

However, today the hero he admired not only rejected him, but also stood with Weasley, whom he despised the most.

How can Draco not break through the defenses?

Draco simply couldn't bear this sense of devastation.

Unless Harry abandons the darkness and embraces the light like Witt, Draco will remember him for the rest of his life.

Harry, completely unaware that Draco had his eye on him, was curiously observing Victor.

They are both first-year students, and both children from Muggle families.

Why was Werther so outstanding? Was that why Dumbledore gave him the book?

"How did he do that?" Harry asked Ron habitually, though as a child of a wizarding family, Ron knew far more than he did.

"Who?"

Ron turned his head and, following the direction Harry pointed, saw Victor.

“I don’t know,” Ron muttered. “Maybe you should ask that guy over there. I saw him chatting with Witt yesterday. Maybe he’ll know.”

Harry hesitated for a moment after hearing this, after all, he wasn't very familiar with Seamus and it was rather presumptuous of him to ask this question.

George and Fred, on the other hand, had no such concerns and sat down on either side of Seamus.

He hooked his arm around Simo's neck and asked with a smile.

“We just heard that you’re friends with that Slytherin named Witt. Do you know what kind of magic he just used? Tell us about it.”

"Don't be nervous, we mean no harm, we're just curious."

Surrounded by two older students, how could Simo not be nervous? But he still insisted on speaking.

"I'm not going to tell you."

“I bet you just don’t know.” Fred gave George a wink, and George instantly understood. He let go of George’s hand and said with a look of disdain, “You don’t even know something this small? I bet he doesn’t consider you a friend at all.”

"Nonsense, of course I know." Ximo had a bad temper and couldn't stand being provoked.

“You’re lying, you have no idea,” Fred continued to press.

“I know.” Simo felt a fire burning on his head.

"Then tell us."

Seeing that the time was right, George decisively changed his mind and quickly sat back down, having already stood up.

“Say it then.” Seamus blurted out, “That’s Witt’s innate ability, a gift from his bloodline, a kind of magic he’s born with that he can use without a wand.”

"Just... wait."

Simo suddenly realized: "If you're lying to me, I won't betray Witt."

“You’ve already betrayed him.” Fred chuckled as he released his grip, patted Seamus on the shoulder reassuringly, and whispered, “But we’ll keep it a secret for you.”

Simo ╥﹏╥

He betrayed his best friend.

“If you feel guilty,” George whispered, “then tell your friends to stay away from the Malfoys. They’re all bad guys; they’re Mystic’s henchmen.”

Your friend may have been deceived.

Although it was only a brief encounter, the strength that Witt displayed was quite astonishing.

Especially the scene where Percy was pinned down by Witt with one hand, George and Fred almost thought there was something wrong with their eyes.

More importantly, Witt is only in first grade.

If Simo can bring Vitra back, they will have one less enemy in the future.

If that doesn't work, it will at least allow Simo to see Vittoria's true colors sooner, which is a good thing for them either way.

In response to George's advice, Seamus retorted in annoyance, "Witt is not someone who is so easily fooled; he is very clever."

"You're the liars."

"hope so."

Fred did not refute Seamus's words. They had indeed just deceived Seamus, and it was not unjust for them to be called liars.

“Well then,” George said with a chuckle, “this conman brother bids you farewell.”

The farce ended in the afternoon.