Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

“I’m sure.” McGonagall nodded seriously, confirming that it was just as Dumbledore had thought.

Dumbledore put down his teacup and decided to go and see for himself.

*

Inside Hogwarts, James skipped and hopped around, ignoring Draco's calls from behind.

obedient?

If James were obedient, there wouldn't be many troublemakers at Hogwarts.

He put on an act when Witt was around, but now that Witt is gone, what's the point of his pretense?

Unless Draco can demonstrate his power to subdue Jaime, it's simply impossible to get Jaime to obey him.

With James's agility and the support of four legs, if he wanted to walk, Draco couldn't catch up even if he rode a horse.

In the blink of an eye, James disappeared from Draco's sight.

"Damn it, is that deer crazy? It's running so fast."

Draco, panting heavily, leaned against the wall, beginning to regret his decision. He should have chosen the snake.

"Should we still go find Harry?" Goyle asked, panting heavily.

"You go ahead, I need to find a place to rest."

Draco thought Goyle had absolutely no sense of propriety. Was he going to go to Harry like this so that Harry could see him make a fool of himself and mock him?

"The Deer of Nerva?"

“That deer wanted to run away on its own,” Draco said, shifting the blame. “I didn’t chase it away on purpose, it has nothing to do with me.”

Draco and his two companions helped each other as they headed to the Great Hall for dinner.

Meanwhile, James unknowingly ran to the grass in the central courtyard of Hogwarts. A golden shadow suddenly darted in front of him in the sunlight, and James instinctively opened his mouth and bit it.

Exactly.

The next second, an even larger black shadow crashed into him.

They huddled together and rolled a long way away.

"Cough cough cough."

The sudden impact caused the golden object in James' mouth to get stuck in his throat. He coughed violently and managed to spit it out.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?"

An extremely handsome face appeared in front of James, bending down to pick up the golden snitch that James had spat out.

Mom, I think I'm in love.

James stared blankly at Cho Chang, his eyes unblinking.

"The thief."

Because of his injury, Qiu Zhang's movements were somewhat slow, giving the thief time to restart.

The golden thief flapped its wings, swiftly dodging Qiu Zhang's attack, and took off into the air.

It's fast, but James is faster.

With a light leap, James jumped up and precisely caught the Golden Snitch, handing it to Cho Chang like a treasure.

The whole process was incredibly easy and enjoyable.

Qiu Zhang was stunned.

Taking the Golden Snitch from James's mouth, Cho Chang couldn't help but ask curiously, "How did you do that?"

As a Quidditch enthusiast, Cho Chang has always hoped to become the Seeker for the Academy.

Therefore, she would practice catching the Golden Snitch whenever she had time, riding a broom.

However, the thief flies too fast, and so far, Qiu Zhang's success rate in catching the thief has not been high.

And this was all while she was training alone, without any interference.

It would be even more difficult in a competition.

The fact that this little deer could catch the thief so easily is like a dream.

Can I try again?

Qiu Zhang carefully released the golden thief, wanting to confirm whether what had just happened was a coincidence.

The thief spread its wings, blinked twice, and then accelerated rapidly to take off again.

To show off his skills, James pushed himself to the limit this time, only jumping after the Golden Snitch had accelerated into the air.

At the highest point of its leap, it precisely bites the tip of the thief's flapping wing.

The Golden Snitch has been captured again.

"My God."

Qiu Zhang gasped in amazement, covering her mouth. She was now certain that this little deer could indeed easily catch the golden thief.

Looking back on my performance, it was absolutely terrible.

"Um, could you help me with my training?"

Since this little deer can really spot the golden thief so easily, perhaps she can learn something from him.

It's still more comfortable than training alone, no matter what.

Training together?

James was instantly overjoyed. This must be a date, this must be a date.

Chapter 22 Angel Investor Slughorn

“Witt”.

Outside the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Witt, who was about to go to dinner, was stopped by Seamus.

"You really became friends with that Malfoy and are going to be his lackey?"

Simo initially didn't quite believe that Witt would do such a thing, but after thinking it over, he was still worried and came over specifically to ask for an answer.

"Be his lackey?" Witt tilted his head, his face full of question marks.

"I can forgive the others, but how could you believe such an outrageous statement, Simo?"

"I followed him simply because I needed his help. You can't bow your head when you need someone's help."

Unlike Draco, who, despite actively seeking out Harry as a friend, would put on an arrogant face and speak as if being friends with him was a favor he was doing for him.

With an attitude like his, Harry must be out of his mind to be friends with him.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

When Seamus heard what Witt said, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I knew those two liars couldn't be trusted."

"A scammer? What scammer?"

"Uh." Just as Seamus was wondering how to answer, he suddenly saw Professor Dumbledore walking over.

“Witt”.

While Witt turned around, Seamus decisively ran away. He didn't want Witt to know about his embarrassing experience of being tricked by the Weasley brothers.

"Professor Dumbledore, hello."

Witt greeted Dumbledore politely, while secretly cursing Seamus for his lack of loyalty.

"Professor McGonagall said you've got another deer, and that they can learn magic?" Dumbledore asked bluntly.

“Not again,” Witt explained. “It’s a friend I made on the farm. He came looking for me.”

"As for learning magic, they said they could understand it and wanted to try, so I asked Professor McGonagall for two more matches."

Witt asked jokingly, "Hogwarts wouldn't charge extra for two matches, would it?"

"Of course not."

Dumbledore was amused by Werther's humor and said gently.

"I'm just a little curious. Magical creatures that can learn magic are very peculiar even in the magic world."

"Could you show me?"

“Of course.” Witt reached into his sleeve and pulled the serpent demon out. “Professor Dumbledore wants to test your magic.”

The serpent demon flicked its tongue and chanted in snake language, demonstrating the magic it had learned in the past few days.

Levitation Charm, Cutting Charm, Transfiguration, and finally, Petrification Charm.

Most of them were first-year magic spells, but the Serpent Demon used them quite skillfully, even beautifully.

"Slytherin, three points."

Dumbledore won over Witte the moment he opened his mouth.

"That's great, oh, I mean thank you."

“If you’re willing to give me two more points, I can even have him tap dance for you,” Witt tentatively began to bargain.

Snake Demon ⊙(?◇?)？

You want me, a snake, to do tap dancing for people? That's going too far! Believe me or not, I'll bite you!

Dumbledore didn't take Witte's words seriously; he glanced at the Serpent Demon with curiosity.

His eyes were cold and indifferent, like a snake's.

Dumbledore was amused by his own thoughts. If a person were as cold-blooded as a snake, he would definitely pay special attention to them, but a snake is like a snake, isn't that obvious?

If a snake doesn't look like a snake, then what should it look like?

Voldemort was human, which is why he was able to amass such a powerful force and unleash a catastrophe that swept through the wizarding world.

If Voldemort were a snake, no matter how powerful he was, those pure-blood families wouldn't listen to him.

Therefore, it would have been impossible for it to cause such great damage to the magical world.