Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

“A strange magical creature, perhaps I should introduce you to someone else.”

Dumbledore took a postmark from his pocket and handed it to Witt.

"Regarding the conflict between you and Professor Snape, you could try writing to him for help."

"I think he would be happy to help you."

Witt took the postmark and saw a signature he had never expected: Horace Slughorn.

The former head of Slytherin, and Snape's Potions professor.

An angel investor with a vast network of connections.

If you are good enough, Slughorn will open his doors to you and provide you with all kinds of help free of charge.

This is much more reliable than Lucius, who won't act until he sees the benefit.

Could it be that Dumbledore wasn't home this morning because he went to Slughorn for help?

Noticing the change in Witt's eyes, Dumbledore asked curiously.

"You know him?"

Vitte nodded and replied, "I've seen this name before; it's in the acknowledgments section of many books. It seems to belong to a prominent figure in the magical world."

"Professor Dumbledore, will he really help me?"

Instead of rejecting Dumbledore's question, Witt answered it from a different angle.

His shocked reaction upon seeing the name was that it would be a lie to say he didn't know the person.

"Don't worry, he'll definitely like you." Dumbledore smiled and winked at Witt. "Why don't you try writing him a letter?"

Slughorn's eye for people is unparalleled in the magical world.

With Witt's talent, Dumbledore only needed to make a move, and everything else would fall into place naturally.

This way, he can focus more on Harry.

Werther only needs to keep an eye on things occasionally to prevent them from going astray; Harry is the child who needs his constant guidance and help.

"I understand, thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

Witt carefully put away the postmark bearing Slughorn's address; he truly owed Dumbledore a huge favor this time.

In the magical world, many thresholds that can block a person's life may only require a single word or letter from Slughorn.

Such a strong network of connections must be carefully maintained.

After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, Victor finished his meal and found a cool, shady spot under a tree, where he leaned against the trunk to review his knowledge of potions.

Slughorn is a Potions professor, and his talent in potions should make him more likely to win the other party's favor.

Just as Witt was enjoying this rare afternoon rest, James, dressed in dusty clothes, appeared in front of him.

"Where have you been?" Witt pushed James away in disgust. "You're covered in dust, don't get yourselves on me."

I'm in love.

James's opening remarks were like a magnitude 10 earthquake.

"Clam?"

Witt's eyes widened: "What love are you talking about? I haven't even taken Lily out yet!"

“What Lily?” James asked, puzzled. “Who is Lily?”

"Uh, okay." Witt suddenly remembered that the characters he summoned only had basic talent and personality settings, and he didn't dare to write any backstory.

After all, Pangzhu Academy is a pirated game that skirts the edge of copyright.

The copyright to Harry Potter is something he can't afford.

It's perfectly normal that James doesn't know Lily.

"Who are you dating?" Victor picked up his pumpkin juice and asked with great gossip, "Are there any other deer at school?"

“It’s not a deer, it’s a person,” James said, his eyes glazed over. “Her name is Cho Chang, and she’s a very, very beautiful witch.”

puff!

Witt spat out all the pumpkin juice he had drunk and asked incredulously.

"What did you say? What did you say her name was?"

Chapter 23 Potions Class

“Her name is Cho Chang,” James asked somewhat nervously. “You know her too?”

If Witt also likes Cho Chang, then he will have no choice but to give up.

"I've heard of it, but I don't know it."

Witt's words made James breathe a huge sigh of relief.

"I'm just curious why you think Qiu Zhang likes you."

"Excuse my bluntness," Witt said, pouring cold water on the idea without hesitation, "She most likely just sees you as a pet. I don't think anyone can truly fall in love with a deer."

Although the wizarding world is not lacking in true warriors, such as Hagrid's father, Witt felt that Cho Chang probably did not have such earth-shattering courage.

James suddenly snapped out of his daze, and the entire deer froze on the spot.

After a long pause, he stammered, "I can learn Animagus."

“Animagus can only transform you into human form, not into a real human,” Witt added, delivering another blow.

The Animagus magic at Piglins College can only transform Jaime into a humanoid animal, like a cartoon character from Zootopia; it cannot transform him into a real human.

Even if Jaime learns Animagus, would Cho Chang like a human-shaped deer?

It's better to clarify some things sooner rather than later.

James' entire deer turned grayish-white.

The Serpent Demon curled his lip in disdain. In his view, emotions were a complete burden; only eternal life and immense power were what he sought.

Moreover, these two factors complement each other for the Serpent Demon.

Once the basilisk successfully evolves into a basilisk, its lifespan will be greatly extended. For example, the thousand-year-old basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts could live for at least a thousand years after successfully evolving.

The specific upper limit is unknown.

Voldemort was crying his eyes out in the toilet.

"Give up," Witt said, seeing how upset James was. "Actually, being just friends isn't so bad."

James remained silent, his heart breaking.

Witt was helpless about this and could only hope that time would heal the wounds in his heart.

*

Potions class.

This was the first time Witt had faced Snape since the Sorting Ceremony.

As soon as class started, Snape stared intently at him, ignoring even Harry.

Witt felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.

Fortunately, Harry was capable enough to win Snape back from his initial scorn after the initial assessment.

Snape took out the roster and began calling out names.

When Harry Potter was mentioned, Snape's voice suddenly stopped.

"Oh yes, Harry Potter, our newest and most famous person."

The malice and targeting in their words were almost undisguised.

Draco covered his mouth and secretly mocked Harry. Snape clearly noticed, but he ignored it.

After roll call, Snape began introducing the Potions course.

His tone was full of contempt, as if he didn't expect anyone in the class to truly understand potions.

He affectionately called everyone a fool.

The whole class was silent.

“Potter,” Snape said suddenly, “what would I get if I added narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?”

Harry was caught off guard by the sudden attack and couldn't even hear the question clearly.

So Harry could only honestly reply, "I don't know, sir."

Snape curled his lip in disdain.

"Tsk tsk, it seems fame doesn't mean everything."

Then Snape asked about bezoar and aconite, and every time Harry said he didn't know, Snape would mock him.

Hermione kept raising her hand, trying to get Snape's attention.

But Snape didn't even glance at her.

Witt sat quietly to the side, not even bothering to raise his hand or lift his head.

These three questions were of special significance to Snape. Harry could answer them, and he himself could answer them, but Snape would never give anyone else a chance to speak.

It's like a young couple asking each other, "Do you like me?"

You, the third party, suddenly run up to me and say, "I like you."

They even thought their answer was correct.

Is it a question of right or wrong? Just because Snape wanted to hear the answer from Harry doesn't mean he wanted to hear the answer from anyone else.

So Hermione raising her hand was a complete waste of time and would only annoy Snape.

"Put your stupid hands down," Snape snapped at Hermione, then began explaining the answers to the three questions to Harry.

Witt obediently took notes on the side.

He had no intention of getting involved in the feud between Snape and Harry; he wasn't Gryffindor, and he wasn't that reckless.