Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Even Draco was getting restless.

Fortunately, Professor Quirrell arrived at the crucial moment, wearing his signature large scarf and speaking haltingly with a flustered expression.

From the moment he entered the classroom, the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of garlic.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class, is that all?

Draco's initial excitement turned into silence and contempt.

He turned to look at Witt, who was diligently taking notes, and complained somewhat irritably, "Hogwarts classes are the most boring thing I've ever experienced."

"Yesterday I spent half the day twisting my wrist, foolishly chanting incantations, while listening to a ghost noisily reading the newspaper on stage."

"Today, another stuttering, gruff, garlic-faced guy is on stage telling boring, lame jokes."

"Hopefully, flight lessons won't be this boring too."

When it comes to flight lessons, Draco becomes incredibly talkative, boasting about how amazing his skills are.

He said he once rode a broomstick through a dangerous canyon, keeping pace with birds, and even managed to escape an attack by a Muggle helicopter.

The whole process was incredibly thrilling and exciting.

There's no doubt that Draco is bragging.

But he wasn't the only one in the class bragging. Almost all the children from wizarding families, even Seamus, who lived in the Muggle world and had never seen a flying broom, were boasting about how amazing their flying skills were.

Charms class involves wrist rotations, Defense Against the Dark Arts class involves smelling garlic, and Herbalism, Transfiguration, and Potions classes haven't been held yet, but they're probably similar.

Only the flight course, just hearing the name is enough to excite people.

After Quirrell messed up Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Flying class became the most anticipated course for all the students.

“Potter,” Draco said smugly to Harry, “I bet you’ve never touched a broom before, you’re going to fall flat on your face.”

Harry remained silent; he was indeed worried about the issue.

Making a fool of yourself in front of Draco would be a disaster.

Harry's silence made Draco even more smug, and he boasted about himself, trying to outdo Harry.

"Witt, do you think I'm right?"

"what?"

Witt looked up absentmindedly; he hadn't earned a single credit in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hogwarts credits were harder to earn than he had imagined.

Thinking about it carefully, the College Cup is a competition for the entire grade, and it lasts for a whole year.

In the original story, Slytherin's total score by the end of the year was less than 500.

When averaged out to each person, that's less than three points.

Over a year, an average person can only score three points...

All the data shows that college credits are very hard to get; only those who perform exceptionally well have a chance to earn extra credits from professors.

Based on this level of difficulty, he estimates it would take him a month to accumulate 20 points.

With only one blue treasure chest a month, he might as well sneak into the Forbidden Forest and hunt the eight-eyed giant spider.

Such a predicament could not help but cause Victor great distress.

"Flying lessons, Quidditch, oh, sorry, I forgot you're also Muggle-born, and like Harry, you've never seen a flying broomstick."

Draco's mouth is even uglier than Poot's.

He was saying sorry, but he showed absolutely no remorse, making you want to punch him.

"I'm more interested in joining Professor Snape's Potions Club than in flying brooms."

Instead of refuting Draco's words, Witt urged the club to make a decision.

Flight lessons.

That was a game between him and Harry, it had nothing to do with you, Draco.

“A rigid, good student,” Draco muttered under his breath, before assuring everyone, “Dad has received the message and said he’ll talk to Professor Snape about it in a while.”

After a while?

Lucius was indeed not as easily fooled as Draco. The other party had most likely seen through his thoughts, which was why he deliberately stalled for time, making him serve as Draco's underling for a while longer.

"I think it shouldn't take long to write a letter."

"Perhaps you should tell your father that I am a snake-talker."

Witt didn't want to wait that long, so he chose to increase his bet.

Anyway, he had already told Dumbledore about Parsleyan, so there was nothing to hide.

What Lucius thinks is beyond Witt's consideration.

An adopted child, eleven years old, Slytherin House, Parsleyan.

Not to mention Lucius, if Witt hadn't known that his abilities came from the Serpent Demon, he probably would have doubted whether he was Voldemort's child.

"Snake-like voice!"

Draco felt as if he had heard something incredible.

Is this really that surprising?

Witt summoned the Serpent Demon, then opened his eyes and stared at Draco.

“Look at my eyes, and then look at my pets. I thought you knew.”

Draco (●—●)

Okay, it is quite obvious, but this is Parsleyan, the same ability as that Dark Lord.

Before Voldemort, the Gaunt family had already declined and was relegated to the fringes of the wizarding world.

This can be seen from the small house they live in.

They couldn't even afford the tuition at Hogwarts, so they could only claim that they looked down on the Muggle-filled Hogwarts, when in reality they simply couldn't afford to go.

Forget about student loans. Given the Gaunt family's obsessive pride, it would be better to just kill them than to ask them to apply for Hogwarts student loans.

Years of inbreeding have left every member of the Gaunt family with an extremely serious bloodline disease, making them undesirable even for marriage alliances with other pure-blood families.

After all, no one wants their child to be born with a disability.

Due to various congenital defects, the magical abilities in the Gaunt family bloodline have never been able to be fully utilized.

You can't expect someone who's born mentally challenged to be particularly good at magic.

Other families in the wizarding world, seeing the Gaunt family in such a state of decline, with each member suffering from a bloodline disease and having a volatile and easily angered temperament, became even more unwilling to form marriage alliances with the Gaunt family.

This situation continued until Voldemort appeared out of nowhere. As the last and most physically healthy member of the Gaunt family, Voldemort brought the family's reputation to its peak.

Just like Dumbledore, if Dumbledore wanted to, believe it or not, even if he were over a hundred years old, there would still be a lot of people willing to marry him.

The same was true of the Gaunt family after Voldemort.

Unfortunately, Voldemort himself sent his last remaining relative to Azkaban, otherwise Morfin Gaunt would most likely have found a wife.

At the height of the Gaunt family's fame, when no successor could be found in the entire wizarding world, Witt, a suspected successor to the Gaunt family, and possibly even Voldemort's son, would undoubtedly have access to enormous resources.

Of course, most people wouldn't think of this aspect, since Wieter's surname isn't Gaunt.

But Lucius is a smart man; he'll definitely think things through a bit more.

What Witt wanted were these extra layers of thought.

Chapter 20 Let's find a school for the child.

"Class is starting. If you dare to be late for Professor McGonagall's class, you're in big trouble."

If we were to name the lesson Witte looked forward to the most, it would undoubtedly be Transfiguration.

Transfiguration is very difficult, extremely difficult.

Even with the talent of the Serpent Demon, the profound knowledge of Transfiguration still gave Witt a headache.

The transformation between objects, the conversion between objects and living organisms, and the transformation between living organisms.

Gamp's basic transformation rules.

It cannot conjure food, nor can it conjure gold.

While the magic in Harry Potter may appear outwardly as wish fulfillment, it operates on a set of logic—a logic that follows the rules of magic.

The magical world also has its own set of classification rules, including its understanding of matter and living things.

This logic is not materialistic, but rather idealistic.

The weight of food in the concept of life, and the weight of gold as currency at the social level.

The true weight of life on a global scale.

Note: This idealism does not refer to idealism at the level of personal cognition, but rather to an ineffable concept or law at the level of the magical world, which cannot be explained with precise language, so it is referred to as idealism.

Similar to "Tao".

The Great Dao has no name and no concept, so I can only forcibly give it a name and call it: Dao.

I cannot articulate the concepts of laws at the level of magic; I can only resort to idealism to represent them.

If we interpret the Dao solely from the literal meaning of its words, we cannot understand the Great Dao.

Similarly, it is also impossible to force an explanation of the concepts and laws of the magical world using the meaning of the word "idealism".

It can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words.

This explains the significance of Transfiguration in the magical world.

To put it bluntly, Transfiguration is the mathematics and physics of the magical world.

That's why Witt was even more looking forward to the Transfiguration course.

Anyone who has been to school and taken exams knows that math is the subject that can most significantly impact a student's score, and the same applies to transformations.

Inside the Transfiguration classroom.