Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Hopefully, the letter he wrote earlier will have some effect.

Slughorn ate candied fruit while lying in a rocking chair and drinking mead. Not far from the rocking chair, a magical instrument was automatically playing a song.

Life was incredibly comfortable.

Boom boom boom!

Outside the window, an owl was rhythmically tapping on the window, clutching a small package.

"A letter from Hogwarts. Who could be writing to me at this time?"

Slughorn stood up, glanced at the mark on the envelope, and casually took out three copper nut and put them into the purse on the owl's foot.

Upon opening the envelope, one is greeted by a line of extremely neat handwriting, making for a very comfortable reading experience.

Respectfully submitted by Professor Slughorn.

The very beginning gave Slughorn a taste of his previous teaching experience, successfully bridging the gap between them.

After reading the entire letter, Slughorn opened the small box beneath the envelope and looked at the bottle of azure potion on the right, his eyes flashing with delight.

“Excellent…no, a masterpiece.”

“Even I couldn’t make a better potion than this. Dumbledore said the boy also has exceptional magical talent.”

"Oh my god, I can't wait to meet him."

Slughorn was unaware that this potion was the result of multiple attempts and immense mental effort by Witt and the Serpent Demon.

This does not represent his average level.

But that's the charm of letter writing: it allows each person to present their best side, leaving behind a flawless image.

Chapter 25 Flying Dragon Rides the Face

Thursday noon.

As Witt was eating, an owl suddenly flew over and dropped a package in front of him.

It was Slughorn's reply.

So fast?

Witt only sent the letter that morning, and considering the owl's flight time, Slughorn would probably reply in no more than half an hour.

He also sent a gift.

It's square and looks like a book.

Witt first opened the envelope. The handwriting was somewhat sparse and messy, probably because he was too excited when he wrote it and couldn't help but try to speed up.

Witt could sense the other person's joy between the lines.

There is also pure appreciation.

Then think of Lucius; he has to calculate everything before writing a letter of recommendation, and he's unwilling to suffer any loss.

Professor Slughorn is definitely better.

After reading the letter, Witt opened the package, and to his surprise, it contained not a book, but a notebook.

Slughorn's teaching notes.

The paper was covered with dense writing, making it extremely difficult to read.

But Witt knew he had struck gold.

If Snape's sixth-year textbooks could elevate Harry to the status of a potions prodigy, then Professor Slughorn's decades-long teaching notes are truly priceless.

How can Witt possibly repay this?

"Should we send James to the professor?" Witt thought with a hint of disdain.

That guy only cares about Qiu Zhang. One second he looks heartbroken, and the next second Qiu Zhang calls out, and he runs over there like a puppy.

They had so much fun!

Witt tried to speak up several times, but ultimately decided to let him do as he pleased.

Anyway, he had already warned him, and if James didn't listen, he couldn't force him; James had chosen his own path.

From Witt's perspective, it was actually a good thing to let James practice Quidditch with Cho Chang, as James's talent was mainly in Quidditch and Transfiguration.

Transfiguration has the Serpent Demon, so Jaime isn't needed.

Let him practice Quidditch. All Witt needs to do during a match is switch to James's card, and he'll instantly become a Quidditch master.

It just so happens that Serpent Demon doesn't have much talent in Quidditch, so they can complement each other.

Besides, James's potion-making talent should be decent, but considering that he has no hands and his personality is a bit too eccentric, Witt decided to abandon the idea of ​​sending him to Slughorn.

It would be more appropriate to give pineapple preserves; it's a small gift but carries a lot of meaning.

Sending someone their favorite food shows thoughtfulness, and for older people, thoughtfulness is more important than anything else.

“Witt.” Draco suddenly leaned closer and asked in his habitually arrogant tone, “You’ve never touched a flying broomstick before, have you? Do you want me to teach you?”

In the afternoon, during flight class, Draco's arrogance reached its peak.

He's been playing with flying brooms since he was a child, compared to Harry who's never even touched a broom before, is there even a need to compare them?

With the dragon charging right in his face, Draco had no idea how he could possibly lose.

In a sure-win situation, you have to relentlessly taunt them.

Draco had just achieved an unprecedented victory over Harry, and feeling triumphant, he instinctively wanted more attention, so he came to Victor to seek validation.

Witte's classroom performance was so good; he was practically the perfect student.

Even in Potions class, he couldn't beat his opponent.

The younger brother is better than the older brother in every way. How can this be allowed? Draco must regain some face.

Witt completely ignored Draco's concern and retorted, "Unless you can provide me with a flying broom, I know all the rules and regulations better than you do."

That one sentence shut down everything Draco was about to say.

“You’re just as boring as that know-it-all.” Draco felt that coming to see Witt was a mistake.

“The know-it-all won’t share Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans with you.” Witt glanced at the bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans in Draco’s hand, then reached over and grabbed a handful.

After painstakingly brewing the magic potion, the blue treasure chest they received only contained a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

In the game, this thing increases affection, but in reality, it's just a regular Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean.

There was a whole box, far too much for them to eat, so Witt simply gave it all to Draco.

Such a generous act certainly increased his popularity.

This can be considered as making the best use of resources.

Draco left, unable to find the sense of belonging he craved with Witt, so he went to find his beloved Harry.

He continued to boast about his flying skills relentlessly, completely ignoring Harry's eye-rolling expression and whether he could handle it.

At 3:30 p.m., all the students arrived early at the flat lawn where the flight class was held.

There were two neat rows of flying brooms arranged there.

Mrs. Hooch was clearly not a rigid person; once all the students had arrived, she started the class ahead of schedule.

“What are you all waiting for?” she shouted. “Everyone, choose a broom and stand next to them, quick, quick, quick!”

As if waking from a dream, the students ran around, trying to select the brooms that looked relatively intact.

Although there isn't much difference.

These brooms were all old and broken, and every single one of them had forked branches at the end.

Witt also overheard Draco complaining that the brooms looked older than his own elf, Dobby.

Madam Hooch didn't care what the students thought. Hogwarts didn't value flying lessons much, and even the brooms used for Quidditch were old models, let alone the brooms used for students to practice with.

It's good enough to have it.

“Extend your right hand and place it above the broom,” Mrs. Hodge demonstrated. “Then shout, ‘Get up!’”

Vittor instantly cut James' card.

After the Serpent Demon left the battlefield, his magical power plummeted, and in turn, his physical senses were affected.

Keen, agile, and with maximum dynamic vision.

Witt could even accurately count how many leaves were blown by the wind on the ground.

"stand up."

The broom eagerly jumped into Witt's hand.

The flying broom is engraved with a magic spell. It will automatically levitate and obey your commands. Although it looks heavy, you don't actually need to exert any force.

It can even give you leverage by resting your arm on a tree branch.

Otherwise, Harry's small frame wouldn't be able to lift such a heavy broom.

In addition, the broom has ample protective mechanisms; those who are weak-willed, have unclear thinking, or are even timid cannot summon the flying broom.

The most typical example is drunk driving.

While flying broomsticks are unlikely to hit people, the survival rate in a drunk driving accident is extremely low.

Therefore, all necessary protective measures should be taken.

Neville was so scared that he wouldn't move his broom, and Hermione was so doubtful that she couldn't even ride it that she wouldn't get up.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hodge was an experienced teacher, and with her guidance, the two successfully roused the broom.

Next comes the correct straddle posture and grip position.

If you're just flying around casually, the posture doesn't really matter, but if you want to participate in a Quidditch match, the correct posture becomes extremely important.

Draco did a terrible job in this regard.

He played with brooms from a young age but did not receive proper guidance, which led him to develop many bad habits. It took Mrs. Hooch several times to correct him.

Moreover, the movements were quite awkward.