Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Witt finally began his first class at Hogwarts.

Spells class.

To be honest, Witt found this class a bit boring. It consisted of roll call, self-introductions, Professor Flitwick demonstrating magic, and then telling a few jokes about the wizarding world.

Half a class period was gone just like that.

"The key to wielding a wand is in the wrist. Pay attention to that subtle wrist movement. The wand should be turned back lightly, but the swing should be powerful."

Halfway through the lesson, Professor Flitwick began to teach how to swing the wand precisely, ensuring that every student's posture was correct.

Then, the class was over.

That's all...

After a whole class, Witt couldn't find any opportunity to earn extra points. Professor Flitwick didn't even let them use magic, and he just stood there dumbly spinning his wrist the whole time.

This is completely different from the magical world Witt imagined!

"Take a break," Professor Flitwick said, standing on a large stack of books. "Next class we'll learn the key to accurate mantra recitation."

Every professor at Hogwarts has their own teaching philosophy and methods. Flitwick advocates building a solid foundation before learning magic.

According to the normal teaching curriculum, Flitwick did not teach his students to use the most basic levitation charm until Halloween, two months after the start of the school year.

Witt had no intention of questioning Professor Flitwick's teaching methods, but purely theoretical classes were indeed boring and made it difficult to stand out from other students.

Simply twisting his wrist and chanting incantations, Witt couldn't think of a way to stand out from the other students.

Without a chance to demonstrate his abilities, where would he get his academy points? He can't exactly rely on deliberately causing trouble to showcase his magical powers.

Professor Flitwick clearly wouldn't like a student who deliberately caused trouble.

Only by following the rules can one gain his favor.

This annoyed Witt.

Chapter 17 The rivalry between academies has always been like this.

Evening class, in Magic Spencer's class.

Witt, with a sullen face, forced himself to listen attentively and take notes, occasionally nodding in agreement with Professor Binns's dry and boring lecture.

If Witt only found the afternoon spells class a little boring, then the history of magic was a complete disaster.

God knows how tired he is right now.

Witt wished he could turn his wand into an awl and stab his thigh to make himself more alert.

In Professor Binns' class, apart from him and Hermione, everyone else was either daydreaming or sleeping; no one wanted to listen to such a boring lesson.

Let's not talk about Hermione.

Why did Witt work so hard? It was mainly because of a remark made by Professor Binns.

After the course ends, he will ask a question, and students who answer correctly can earn one point for their college.

Even though it's only one point, Witt still wants to get it.

He didn't earn a single credit all day today.

This is not a good sign.

At present, everyone else in the classroom is mediocre and not worth mentioning. The only one who poses a threat to him is Hermione Granger, the King of Gryffindor.

Even Hermione was somewhat dazed; her eyelids inexplicably drooped, and her head was nodding.

Every now and then, she would shake her head violently, taking advantage of the brief moment of clarity to try her best to listen to the lecture and take notes.

She looks like she could fall asleep at any moment.

But Witt wouldn't be fooled by such an illusion.

Even though Hermione is also dozing off, she was like this half an hour ago, and nobody knows how much longer she can hold on.

If this continued, Witt assessed his condition.

He has a 70% chance of losing.

No, he can't lose.

Witt was determined to get this point.

“Serpent Demon,” Witt whispered, “sneak over to Hermione and quietly sing her a lullaby.”

"Make sure she's asleep, understand?"

Don't blame me, Miss Granger. This is how the rivalry between the schools has always been. I just have a reason to win.

"Understood, Master."

The serpent demon slowly slithered off Vittor's body and stealthily climbed up the corner of the table.

The movements were very careful.

After confirming that Hermione had not found him, the Serpent Demon began to sing his favorite nursery rhyme, "London Bridge Is Falling Down," in a very low voice.

The soft, husky voice, tinged with a hint of heaviness, crashed down on Hermione's heart like the iron bridge in a nursery rhyme.

No, I can't sleep. I'm in class now, and I can't...I can't...sleep in class.

Even though Hermione was unwilling, she couldn't resist the double hypnosis and fell into a deep sleep on the table.

here you go!

Witt let out a silent cheer, "Hehe, this point is mine!"

The History of Magic course ended, and Witt finally received the House Credits he had been longing for, while Hermione was woken up by her classmates to remind her that get out of class was over.

"get out of class is...slippery...over?"

"(Very loudly) get out of class is over!!!"

Hermione looked up in disbelief, her neck stiff as an old, broken machine.

The few students leaving around her and the empty podium were telling her that class was over and the History of Magic course was finished.

"I actually fell asleep."

Hermione sat there in frustration, muttering, "On the first day of school, I actually fell asleep in class."

"I'm doomed, I'm definitely going to be kicked out of Hogwarts. No, I have to go apologize to Professor Binns."

"Hey, wake up."

Witt never expected that sleeping in class would have such a huge impact on Hermione. Seeing her frantic state, Witt felt that if he didn't do something, Hermione would really go to Professor Binns to apologize.

Hermione looks exactly like Ivan in Chekhov's story, who was so frightened by a sneeze that he died.

Witt could only walk over and remind them, "Almost everyone in the class was sleeping just now. If we kick students out because of this, Hogwarts would be empty by now."

"It's you."

Hermione looked up and met Vittor's eyes.

"Are you the person from this morning?"

“It’s really awful to keep calling me that person.” Witt introduced himself gently: “Witt Boots, you can just call me Witt.”

“My name is…” Hermione remembered what happened that morning and was about to apologize to Witt, but before she could finish speaking, Witt interrupted her.

"Hermione Granger, I heard your name at the Sorting Ceremony."

"Go back and get some rest. Professor Binns's class is completely hypnotic. It's normal to fall asleep. Don't worry about it."

After finishing his sentence, Witt left immediately. Although his expression was extremely calm, he still felt a little guilty.

If he hadn't made the snake demon sing a lullaby, Hermione would most likely have been able to hold on.

The subsequent events would never have happened.

He's not Draco, who does bad things and then likes to mock the original owner in front of her.

Ignoring Hermione's voice, Witt quickened his pace and left the classroom without stopping for a moment.

"Witt!"

Hermione muttered Witt's name, absentmindedly putting away her textbooks, and returned to the classroom alone.

Meanwhile, on his way back to the Slytherin common room, Witt happened to run into Dumbledore.

The other person even waved at him.

“Professor Dumbledore, is there anything I can help you with?” Witt walked over and asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Ollivander hopes you can go to Diagon Alley this weekend."

“Uh, I’ve already paid.” Not wanting to leave a bad impression on Dumbledore over this, Witt quickly said, “If the price isn’t enough, I can make up the difference for Mr. Ollivander.”

“It’s not about the money,” Dumbledore said gently. “Mr. Ollivander wants to get you a new wand, a wand that is more suitable, so that you can better channel the power within a wizard.”

“Olivander told me the whole story, and he wants to apologize to you in person.”

“Then what about my wand?” Witt shook his head and refused. “The book says that wands made from the heartstrings of dragons will submit to wizards with more powerful magic. This wand has already adapted to my power. If I return this wand, Mr. Ollivander will probably have a hard time finding it a new owner.”

"After arriving at Hogwarts, I discovered that I'm actually quite strong."

The wand that Victor had just randomly picked was now becoming more and more comfortable in his hand; no matter what he wanted to do, the wand would cooperate with him.

With such an obedient wand, Witt felt there was really no need to change it.

“Wands have a life of their own. I believe that what happened that day was not an accident, but a choice ordained by fate.”

"A novel idea."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, saying softly, "I will relay your words to Ollivander, which may give him new inspiration."

Chapter 18 You all sleep under the bed

Back in his dorm, Witt planned to rest early, but before going to sleep, he suddenly remembered that he still had a box he hadn't opened.

Although it's a blue box and unlikely to be shipped, there's no guarantee of delivery anyway, so the sooner you open it, the sooner you can enjoy it. There's no need to hoard it and let it get moldy.

Looking around, Witt grabbed the snake-earth demon that was coiled around him, rubbed his hands together several times, and borrowed some luck.