Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

In the preliminary test, the better Harry performed, the more comprehensive the data Victor would obtain.

In an official match, Witt would be desperate for Harry to make a mistake.

Harry was unaware of Victor's thoughts, but his affection for Victor increased dramatically as he saw the snacks Victor offered him.

Not all Slytherins are bad guys.

Harry stuffed the beans in his hand into his mouth, and after chewing a couple of times, his face instantly contorted in pain.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, it smells like boogers."

Although he failed to replenish his sugar levels, Harry's tension was greatly relieved.

"Ready!" Mrs. Hooch shouted from the ground.

"start."

As soon as he finished speaking, Witt and Harry took off at the same time, their flight speeds being roughly equal.

but.

Both of them were using the same model of broom, so it was normal that they couldn't make a difference in straight-line flight. The real challenge lay in flying around trees and collecting leaves.

If you fly too far, you won't be able to reach the leaves; if you fly too close, you might get slapped in the face by a branch.

Especially when moving at high speed, the branches hitting you feel much stronger than the bamboo shoots and pork stir-fry you had as a child.

Witt flew halfway around the tree before finally plucking a leaf, which was still broken.

Harry is similar.

Neither of them chose to slow down their flight. While it would have been easier to pick the leaves by slowing down, there was no reason to be happy even if they won in this way.

Maintaining high speed, Victor circled the tree seven times before successfully picking three intact leaves. At this point, he felt a little dizzy and had to slow down to alleviate his physical condition.

Harry's situation was even worse. Wearing glasses, he was flying at high speed and his vision was shaking, making him even more dizzy than Witt. He didn't even have time to slow down before he crashed headfirst into the ground.

Witt quickly drew his wand, ready to make the rescue.

But Harry didn't need his rescue. The rapid fall sent Harry's adrenaline soaring, instantly clearing his dazed mind, and he steered his broom to a low, ground-hugging stop.

Although the person was unharmed, the leaves in their hand were all shattered into pieces.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Witt flew down and asked with concern.

“I’m fine.” Harry held out his hand, his palm covered in broken leaves and debris.

"You have won this contest."

“I only benefited from wearing glasses,” Witt said, shaking his head. “High-speed circling generates centrifugal force, and you’ll obviously be at a disadvantage wearing glasses.”

"Let's call it a draw."

The test results are in. The outcome is not important to Witt; he might as well curry favor with Harry.

James is indeed more talented than Harry in Quidditch, but the outcome depends on the actual situation of the game, and a sure win is not guaranteed.

Witt decided to give James a good talking-to when he got back. "You only train when Cho Chang calls you, and you just sit there when Cho Chang doesn't call you. How can this be allowed?"

Do you live up to Qiu Zhang's expectations of you?

Extra training, give me a really intense extra training session.

We still need to feed him Philosopher's Stone Powder, but we should save as much as possible. We can't let Jaime develop the habit of lying around complaining of hunger. He needs to work hard and earn gold coins.

"A beautiful match, excellent character!" Mrs. Hooch ran over and announced happily, "Gryffindor and Slytherin, add one point each."

"You two will definitely become very good Quidditch players."

After praising the two, Mrs. Fokke put away the broom and announced the end of get out of class.

Above Hogwarts Castle, Dumbledore stood at the window watching Harry and Witt's contest below, and some thoughts began to form in his mind.

Harry is now severely lacking in self-confidence. The fame of the Savior has not made him arrogant; on the contrary, it has made him more cautious.

This is a good sign, but it is not a good savior.

Confidence is essential. A qualified savior cannot lack confidence. Dumbledore needs to cultivate Harry's confidence.

The best way to build self-confidence is to praise him for his strengths and talents.

Even certain privileges.

Harry needs to feel that he is loved not because of some vague reputation, but because of his real abilities.

Quidditch is a breakthrough point.

The only problem was Victor. Dumbledore sadly took out a sizzling honey candy and popped it into his mouth.

This child seems to be a little too versatile.

He can learn spells in no time, understand transformations instantly, is exceptionally gifted with potions, diligent and unassuming with herbs, and has an innate affinity for magical creatures. With his stats already far exceeding expectations, he is truly exceptional.

He's also surprisingly good at Quidditch.

With such a wall blocking his way, how can he build Harry's confidence?

Isn't this making things difficult for him?

Dumbledore sighed.

If necessary, talk to Snape and put some pressure on Witt; he should understand.

Slytherin's Quidditch team has no shortage of Seekers, unlike Gryffindor, which is short of players and therefore needs Harry to fill the gap.

One team begs you to go, while the other fights for it themselves and has to oust the current team members.

The difficulty levels are on completely different levels.

Witt probably won't discover what he did.

Dumbledore thought uncertainly to himself.

Dumbledore, who was secretly glancing at Witt, had no idea that a pair of snake eyes were watching him from below.

“Dumbledore really is secretly observing Harry.” Even though he already knew, Witt still confirmed with the Serpent Demon.

“I am certain, Master,” the Serpent Demon replied affirmatively once again.

"Oh no, that biased old bee will definitely make Harry join the Quidditch team, since that's what Harry does best right now."

"A savior can't really be like an ordinary person, can he?"

"Should I tell Professor Snape... no, Professor Snape is also one of Dumbledore's men?"

Witt covered his head in despair. His own dean was someone else's subordinate, and there was little chance of him getting help; in fact, he might even be a hindrance.

"This is so hard for me."

Chapter 28 Snape's Malice

After the flight lesson ended, Witt, who had switched back to the Serpent Demon Card, removed his contact lenses.

Although the chances of being discovered are slim, details determine success or failure, and Witt will not make such a basic mistake.

"Serpent Demon, go and call that James guy over here."

Even at dinner time, the students' excitement hadn't subsided, and they were all talking about their feelings about their first flight.

At this point, Neville became the target of their teasing.

The main reason is that most students don't fly very well, so they need someone who performs poorly as a comparison to show off their own level.

The Great Hall was so noisy that Neville could no longer eat after only finishing half of his meal.

He left alone.

The first week at Hogwarts wasn't all that great.

Fortunately, children tend to forget things easily, and the joy of the weekend is enough to wash away all their worries.

On Saturday morning, the Slytherin common room was packed with people.

Witt couldn't even find a seat.

Everyone was discussing where to go later and had already formed teams.

Even Draco, unusually, didn't sleep in today. He came over with Goyle and Crabbe, inviting Witt to join their Harry Potter sniping activity.

“I’m sorry,” Witt politely declined, “I have to attend Professor Snape’s club event and I don’t have time today.”

“I’m starting to regret writing that letter for you,” Draco complained. “That deer is completely unruly, and now even you’re swamped with work.”

As he spoke, Draco stared intently at Witt's right arm, knowing that was where the snake most often lingered.

His thoughts were practically written all over his face.

Considering that Malfoy would need to help with many things later, Witt couldn't refuse Draco every time.

"Okay, I'll lend him to you."

“But you really have to be careful,” Witt cautioned worriedly. “If you anger him, he really will bite.”

"Don't worry." Draco's face immediately lit up with a smile when he heard that Witt was willing to lend him the Serpent Demon.

"Gor will take good care of him, I promise."

Gore [?_??]

You want to play with snakes but you want me to take care of them?

Is this appropriate?

"Actually, I..."

Before Goyle could finish speaking, Draco interrupted him: "Crawb, you also think Goyle is a good fit, right?"

"Better to sacrifice a friend than myself," Crabbe naturally agreed wholeheartedly with Draco's question.

“I believe in Gore; he will definitely take good care of Mr. Snake.”

Two to one, the rebuttal failed.

The serpent demon was placed on Gore's body. The cool, slippery touch made Gore's skin crawl all over. He wanted to scratch but dared not move.

His whole face was contorted into a crying expression.