Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

“I think I understand.” Witt shook his head and said in a low voice, “You don’t want to change yourself, so you want others to change.”

"Is that what you mean?"

“You talk too much.” Snape felt that Witt was putting him on the blackboard for study, like writing Voldemort’s autobiography and having the entire wizarding world study him together.

It's really uncomfortable.

Although he enjoyed hearing people talk about Voldemort, complaining or cursing about the things he had done.

This has directly resulted in Snape visiting the tavern much more often lately.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

Witt raised his hands in surrender, saying, "I'll find a way to talk to Nave, but since I've done you such a big favor, shouldn't you do me one too?"

"In a few days, I plan to give the people I'm training a preliminary test. We're still missing some potions to simulate extreme special environments."

"Especially in the test on dealing with dark magic attacks and curses, my control over magic is not refined enough in this area, and I could easily hurt them. I wonder if Professor Snape has time."

Witt looked up and saw that Snape had simply turned and left, leaving behind only one sentence.

"I will be there."

"...That arrogant tsundere is hopeless."

Witt shook his head and continued to design the details of the exam.

While Witt was busy arranging the exams, Voldemort was also making new moves.

"Owner."

Inside the Lestrange family's ancestral home, Bella cautiously asked, "Are we really going to attack the Ministry of Magic?"

"Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, you can't..."

With just one look from Voldemort, Bella immediately and obediently shrank back.

Ever since Malfoy Manor mysteriously disappeared, Voldemort's Death Eaters have noticed that their master's mood has become increasingly volatile.

First, he canceled the previously planned scheme targeting the werewolf wizard, and then he locked himself in his room all day long, using a Pensieve to look at something.

Finally, there was a person holding a magic wand, chanting spells as if he were shaving off skin.

It sounded like a death curse, with a completely different tone, pitch, and rhythm. Bella secretly tried to imitate it twice, and felt as if her upper and lower lips were fighting, a complete mess.

She had never seen such a complicated spell in her life.

Voldemort's performance wasn't much better than hers. After so many days of practice, all Bella saw was Voldemort's wand hissing and sparking, and several times it even triggered a backfire spell, almost blowing up her house.

I've never been able to use it successfully even once, and I even got injured in the process.

Bella now strongly suspects that the Malfoy family house was likely destroyed by a backfire spell caused by Voldemort's research into this new magic.

They were all stunned by the massive explosion, which is why they lost their memory of that time.

The coward in the Malfoy family likely chose to run away because of this fear of death, and even took her sister with her.

Not to mention Malfoy, even the other Death Eaters would quickly hide far away whenever they saw Voldemort practicing magic, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

When the curse goes off, Voldemort himself gets injured and can't possibly take care of them.

The best course of action is to stay as far away as possible.

As a result, only Bellatrix and a few core Death Eaters dare to approach Voldemort now; the others don't even dare to speak to him.

"I am doing very well now."

Despite his physical weakness, Voldemort was in high spirits.

Through these days of continuous study of Witt's Killing Curse, Voldemort's understanding of Dark Magic has taken another step forward.

Although he still hadn't learned the spell that terrified him, and might never learn it in his lifetime, the appearance of the Killing Curse completely sobered Voldemort's arrogant heart.

The heights of magic far exceeded his imagination; he probably hadn't even reached the halfway point yet.

With new goals and heights in mind, Voldemort regained a bit of humility, coupled with the limited knowledge he gained from studying the Killing Curse.

This fundamentally changed his understanding of magic.

Especially the understanding of the Killing Curse.

He is stronger now than ever before. The small goal of becoming a werewolf wizard is no longer a concern for Voldemort. He wants to use a bigger goal to prove his strength to the wizarding world and the Death Eaters.

In the wizarding world, what is bigger than the Ministry of Magic?

***

As the new school year begins, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters is filled with wizards sending their children to school.

To ensure the safety of young wizards, the Ministry of Magic transferred half of its Aurors here to maintain security, so that the people of the wizarding world could feel at ease.

In this special time, nothing beats peace of mind.

To train the Aurors and help them become proficient as soon as possible, Crouch levied taxes on the wizarding world at nearly three times the normal rate and prevented donations from within the Ministry of Magic and from the major pure-blood families.

It can be said that the reason why the people of the wizarding world could tolerate Crouch's exploitation was because they felt safe.

Spending a little money for security isn't a bad deal.

But this is contingent on them actually obtaining the security they desire; otherwise, Crouch will soon be ousted by the angry public.

This is a huge gamble.

Therefore, regardless of Crouch's thoughts or willingness, at this crucial juncture of the start of Hogwarts, he had to allocate enough manpower to demonstrate to the wizards the efforts the Ministry of Magic had made to protect their safety.

Voldemort had been waiting for this opportunity.

"Is the goblin silver set up yet?" Voldemort asked the short figure beside him with a hint of disgust.

"Everything is set up, Your Majesty the Dark Lord." The goblin Gutt bowed to Voldemort with feigned elegance, but his sharp teeth ruined the elegant demeanor he was trying to project.

The fairies were not subordinate to the Ministry of Magic; their apparent obedience was based entirely on the Ministry's strength, a fact Voldemort was well aware of.

Although his current strength is not enough to subdue these demons to fight for him, it is not difficult for him to pay some price to get them to do things for him.

Because he is the Dark Lord, possessing power comparable to the Ministry of Magic.

The fairy clearly doesn't mind betting on multiple sides.

There's a greedy streak in their bones.

Voldemort was well aware of the goblins' nature; if they helped him for profit today, they could sell him out for even greater profit tomorrow.

Therefore, Voldemort showed no kindness whatsoever to these goblins.

"Now that everything is set up, let's begin."

"Rabastan, take a group of men and stay here to hold off the Aurors. Don't let them go back to reinforce."

"The rest of you, come with me to the Ministry of Magic. Today is the day the Ministry of Magic changes hands."

With Voldemort's command, the anti-Apparition barrier set up by the goblin silver was instantly activated, trapping all the Aurors at King's Cross Station inside, preventing them from using Apparition to support the Ministry of Magic.

Outside the Ministry of Magic, several giants who had been concealed suddenly appeared, wielding enormous hammers and slamming them against the ground above the Ministry.

After a few such repetitions, a huge hole appeared.

Bella, accompanied by Death Eaters, burst in with a maniacal laugh and launched an indiscriminate attack on the panicked Ministry of Magic employees.

Such a large movement startled not only wizards but also Muggles.

Voldemort made no attempt to hide his actions when he attacked the Ministry of Magic.

Huge giants, sinister vampires, and laughing Death Eaters, all wielding small wooden sticks to fire strange beams of light, blasting out one crater after another.

Everything filled Muggles with fear and panic.

In that instant, the security alert level under the Law of Secrecy over the Ministry of Magic was raised to the highest level. Not only the British Ministry of Magic received the warning, but all the Ministries of Magic around the world, including the International Confederation of Wizards, received the message.

The UK's secrecy laws are broken and urgently need support.

Chapter 157 Ravenclaw's True Crown

"What do you mean? The Ministry of Magic has been attacked by Voldemort, and Mr. Crouch is unable to hold it off. He hopes I can go and provide assistance?"

Witt, who was preparing his students for an exam, asked Snape a question with a puzzled look.

“Crouch only hopes that Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix can provide support to the Ministry of Magic, and I hope you can go and provide that support,” Snape explained to Witt again.

The situation at the Ministry of Magic is dangerous because half of the Aurors guarding the Ministry of Magic have been reassigned due to the start of Hogwarts school.

They are no match for Voldemort's attacks.

The problem is that with half of the Aurors gone, even if Hogwarts's small force went, it wouldn't make a difference. The only one who can provide support to the Ministry of Magic is Witt.

"In other words, it doesn't necessarily have to be me who goes there; as long as I can stop Voldemort, that's fine," Witt translated Snape's words.

Snape instantly understood what Witt meant.

"Are you planning to use the resurrection stone?"

"Yes, I'm still taking exams and can't leave right now. As for the Ministry of Magic, I'll just summon someone to help stop Voldemort. Whether I go there or not is not important."

"who."

You'll find out soon enough.

Witt took the box off his chest, zoomed in, and went inside.

Five minutes later, an elegant and intelligent witch emerged from the box.

Rowena Ravenclaw.

"Let's go." Ravenclaw's expression looked strange, as if he was barely suppressing his anger.

Snape was very polite to the magnate who founded Hogwarts: "Please come with me."

"I'm not going to the headmaster's office yet. I'm going to Ravenclaw to see my stupid daughter."

"Huh!" Snape turned his head and looked at Witt with a puzzled expression.

“Why are you looking at me?” Witt said, spreading his hands. “Take Ms. Ravenclaw over there.”

"If the Ministry of Magic can't even hold out for a few minutes, then there's no point in sending reinforcements."

Since Witt had said so, Snape had no choice but to hurry after Ravenclaw, hoping that she could finish her personal matters as soon as possible and then go to rescue the Ministry of Magic.