Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

The serpent demon had moved off Gore and was crawling up his trouser leg towards him.

"You were the one who spread those rumors this morning, weren't you?"

“Yes, Master.” The Serpent Demon nodded.

“Don’t do anything so dangerous next time,” Witt warned. “Dumbledore’s control over Hogwarts is far beyond your imagination. Some things are better left undone.”

If the rumors had been spread by someone else, Witt would have naturally kept quiet and not interfered. But since it was the Serpent Demon who did it, he couldn't stay out of it.

Although the probability of being discovered is low, it is not zero.

"Go and call James tonight, and take some money to Hogsmeade to buy me some materials for the Forgetfulness Potion."

"This time, keep an eye on the boss and make sure he doesn't put any more defective products in."

The materials for the medicine to treat boils last time were not brought back by the Snake Demon due to his physical condition.

The goods were delivered by the boss using an owl.

That despicable unscrupulous merchant actually stuffed some loose, substandard products into his materials.

Although the number was small, Witt still felt unhappy.

Upon hearing Witt's words, a fierce glint flashed in the Serpent Demon's eyes, and its fangs sprang out from its upper jaw.

Seeing this, Witt quickly told him to take it back.

"Don't be so fierce. In normal business, it's common to have some defective products. If you don't find a way to sell them, you're going to be stuck with them."

"The boss wasn't particularly unreasonable. Just keep an eye on him, but don't act like you're about to kill him all the time."

The serpent demon glanced at Vittor with a wronged expression. "If you hadn't been so fierce, how could I have shown my teeth?"

Don't make such a big deal out of it; it made me think you wanted to kill him.

Happy weekends always seem to pass too quickly; in the blink of an eye, time is gone.

The young wizard had to continue facing the tedious Charms class, the garlic-smelling Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the stern Transfiguration class, and the incredibly oppressive Potions class.

The energy accumulated over the two months of summer vacation was quickly exhausted by the complicated courses.

Hogwarts' curriculum is still quite humane; at least the young wizards can feel that they are alive, rather than becoming walking corpses.

One day, Potions class ended.

Witt stayed behind as usual to clean the classroom and, incidentally, to find some materials that the students hadn't finished using.

Just as he was counting, Snape suddenly walked in, startling Witt so much that he quickly hid the package behind his back.

"Put your things away properly; nobody cares about these scraps."

Snape knew perfectly well what Witt was doing, staying after every class to clean the classroom; his intentions were so obvious that anyone could see through them.

What's there to pretend about?

"Hehe!" Witt chuckled as he put the potion ingredients into his pocket, then asked curiously, "Professor, is there anything I can help you with?"

Quidditch.

Snape whispered, "You want to apply to join Quidditch? Why?"

"I don't think you like this sport."

After class, Witt either read books or brewed potions; apart from flying class, he didn't even touch a broom.

This is the kind of person who wrote an application to join Quidditch.

This is no joke.

"I want to help Slytherin win the House Cup and achieve a seven-peat."

Witt smiled serenely and said, "I want to accomplish something glorious as the beginning of my journey into the magical world."

"Seven consecutive Academy Cup titles are the most suitable and perfect choice."

"Each Quidditch win adds 50 points to the House's score, up to a maximum of 150 points, which is enough to influence the outcome of a match."

“You may not know this,” Witt said deliberately, “Harry has a great talent for flying. No one can beat him except me.”

Harry Potter, flying, Quidditch.

One word after another assaulted Snape relentlessly, but Snape remained calm.

He saw burning ambition in Witte's eyes.

"On Sunday morning, I'll go to the Quidditch selection with Draco."

"Slytherin will not accept two first-year students; only one of you and him can pass the test."

Witt (⊙_⊙)?

He asked tentatively, "If Draco wins, will Mr. Lucius sponsor something for Slytherin?"

Snape gave Victor a gloating look and said with certainty, "Looks like you're all set."

......

No, how did my plan to kill two birds with one stone turn into shooting myself in the foot?

As if to make it clearer for Victor to die, Snape patiently added one more sentence.

"Dumbledore doesn't want too many first-year students to join Quidditch. In each house, only the most outstanding students are qualified to break the rules."

understood.

Witt understood.

Deng Duoduo, you rascal.

You bastard...

And Snape, Witt stared at Snape resentfully, "My dear Headmaster, why don't you dare to argue with Dumbledore?"

“I think you could be a little bolder, Professor,” Witt suggested in a low voice. “Headmaster Dumbledore is, after all, a Gryffindor, and he doesn’t have the same courage as us Slytherins.”

"The capable rise and the mediocre fall; Slytherin doesn't need to care so much about students' ages."

Slytherin, courage?

Snape once thought there was something wrong with his ears.

After repeatedly confirming that he hadn't misheard, Snape blurted out a sentence.

“Every student at Hogwarts can offer suggestions to the headmaster.”

In other words, you should say that to Dumbledore yourself, don't drag me into it.

“I’ll write it now. I’ll write to Headmaster Dumbledore right now.”

Victor was not intimidated at all. He immediately took out a parchment, and the sound of pen tip scratching across paper filled the empty classroom.

He wants to add Quidditch, and he also wants a new broom.

Since Snape was so useless, he had to come in person.

Professor Dumbledore has gone too far. He must hear the righteous words from Slytherin and deeply realize his mistakes.

Witte picked up his pen and immediately wrote a wild cursive script.

Dear Professor Dumbledore

I recently heard...

Very quickly, Witt finished writing the letter, spent a coin, and asked the school's owl to deliver it to Dumbledore.

After finishing the letter, Witte strolled all the way to the castle.

"James, James!"

Where did James go? Witt was holding two bottles of Philosopher's Stone Powder in his hand. He had painstakingly collected four chests and opened them to get two bottles of powder.

It was originally intended for the Serpent Demon, but now it can only be wasted on Jaime.

Dumbledore is unlikely to change his mind, and Draco is currently in a bind and cannot back down.

Faced with the temptation of seven light wheels worth two thousand, Witt had no choice but to crush them with sheer power; there was no other way.

Chapter 33 Night Tour (Part 1)

The Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore looked at the complaint letter delivered by the owl and was both amused and exasperated.

Although Werther used respectful language, the melancholy that permeated his words could not be dispelled.

They were practically pointing their fingers at Dumbledore and accusing him of favoritism.

He looked completely vulnerable.

While it's true that it was somewhat inappropriate for Dumbledore, as the referee, to personally intervene, it's hard to believe that Witt had spoken so righteously and solemnly to Harry before turning around and trying to curry favor with Draco.

After being targeted, its defenses were breached at lightning speed.

Dumbledore found it particularly interesting.

No wonder the Sorting Hat sorted Witt into Slytherin without hesitation for almost half a second.

Dumbledore initially thought it was a matter of bloodline, but now it seems that Witt was born to be Slytherin.

Shrewd, ambitious, astute, and yearning for glory.

Write a letter to Slughorn; he probably wouldn't mind sending Witt a broom.

Dumbledore wasn't short of money; it was just inappropriate for him to deliver the broom.

After dealing with Victor's matter, Dumbledore turned his attention to Harry.

Two weeks or so, it's about time.

Dumbledore was somewhat reluctant and somewhat resentful.

Harry, that honest boy, hasn't shown any curiosity about what's in the fourth-floor cubicle for so long. He just focuses on attending classes and studying.

Even when he was being targeted by Snape and was furious, he still followed the rules and didn't run to the fourth floor.

There was no other way but for him to intervene personally.