Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

After a moment's thought, Dumbledore decided to use the two troublemakers from the Weasley family as a starting point.

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At noon, Witt was eating lunch.

Six long-eared owls tossed a huge rectangular package in front of Harry, knocking over a huge pile of food on the table.

Although the package wasn't shaped like a broom, anyone with eyes could tell it was a broom.

Draco stared at Harry with a look of resentment, and tugged slightly at Witt's sleeve.

“Witt, you can definitely beat Pott, right?”

"What do you mean?"

Witt turned his head and sensed that Draco's expression was a little off.

“I misunderstood you before,” Draco said, biting his lip with extreme reluctance. “I’ve decided to withdraw from the Quidditch draw this weekend.”

"You're going to back out? How are you going to explain that to your father?"

Witt couldn't believe that Draco would withdraw from the selection. Would Lucius agree to that?

“My dad will agree,” Draco said dejectedly. “He never refuses my requests.”

Although reluctant, Draco was even more unwilling to let Witt be eliminated from Slytherin Quidditch because of him.

Indeed, Draco believed that if he didn't withdraw, Witt would undoubtedly lose.

Slytherin could not possibly refuse seven Nimbus 2000s to choose a first-year student.

The method to join Quidditch was discovered by Witt, who kindly reminded him of it, and even though he was wronged by Witt, he still treated him as a friend.

Draco simply couldn't bear to take Witt's place.

He hesitated for a long time before making this difficult choice.

"Do not worry."

Witt grasped Draco's hand and said firmly, "I will win."

Thanks to Draco for the assist, we saved two bottles of Philosopher's Stone powder. Without Draco, who's always making off-field deals, the Seeker from Slytherin's original team, who's worse than Harry, is no match for Witt.

Although Harry is a formidable opponent, there is still plenty of time before the Quidditch match, and James can work harder.

Fourteen hours a day, and the deer won't die of exhaustion.

Wait until the last moment to feed the magic stone powder, then consider the situation. There's no need to rush to use the powder.

Draco's voluntary withdrawal was a huge relief for Witt.

Even walking has become much easier.

After finishing his meal, on his way back to his dorm, Witt was humming a little tune by Hedway when Hermione suddenly stopped him.

"fraud."

Hermione angrily pointed her wand at Vitor.

“Miss Granger,” Witt asked, puzzled, “what did I lie to you about?”

"Don't say things that are so easy to misunderstand."

"On the train to school," Hermione angrily reminded her, "I checked that method of training magic you mentioned, and it doesn't exist at all."

"You lied to me on the first day of school, saying Draco and the others were purebloods..."

“I’m not lying to you, Draco and the others are indeed purebloods.”

Witt offered a wry retort, his expression one of utter helplessness: "It's just a matter of a word, why are you taking it so seriously?"

"You even went out of your way to look up information? You're not stupid enough to have been looking it up all this time, are you?"

“I’m not stupid,” Hermione explained seriously. “I’ve heard that pure-blood families have techniques to increase their magical power, and if I don’t know them, my grades will fall behind theirs.”

"I understand, it's a competitive spirit."

There's a reason why Hermione didn't have any friends when she was a child.

“The magical world isn’t a fairy tale world,” Witt said in a low voice. “Even if there are ways to increase magic power, you can’t find them just by flipping through a few books.”

"I still need to go back and brew potions to earn money, Miss Granger. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."

"Brewing potions?" Hermione asked curiously. "What kind of potions? Are you short of money?"

"This is none of your business."

Witt didn't want to get involved with the future Minister of Magic, and if Hermione hadn't come to him, he wouldn't have said a single unnecessary word.

His time is very tight; his schedule is packed full.

I can't spare a single moment.

Witt bypassed Hermione and returned to his Slytherin bedroom via another path.

No sooner had Witt left than George and Fred jumped out.

"Your question was quite rude," Fred said, feigning arrogance.

"The techniques for enhancing magic used by pure-blood families cannot be easily shared with others."

George chimed in, "Even if you go to the library to look it up, you won't find any information about these things outside the library."

“Unless…” Fred’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"Unless you dare to sneak into the restricted area of ​​Hogwarts at night, you might not be able to find the answers you want there."

The two of them spoke in unison, making it sound so real.

But Hermione wouldn't fall for their tricks.

"I knew you guys hadn't given up on that plan. Sneaking into the restricted area at night is a serious violation of school rules, and could even get you expelled from Hogwarts." Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I would never do something so dangerous."

"That would be such a shame."

Fred clicked his tongue twice, hooked his arm around George's shoulder, and deliberately said in a voice that Hermione could hear, "If she doesn't learn the pure-blood family's magic growth techniques, her final exam grades will definitely be outside the top ten."

Ever since they heard from Seamus that Witt had used bloodline magic to subdue them, George and Fred have been researching the magical bloodlines of wizards.

The fact that magic could be cast instantly without a wand seemed incredibly cool to the two of them.

But they searched every library outside Hogwarts, asked professors, asked their father, and even risked danger to ask their mother.

All you get are some completely useless nonsense.

This left the two of them extremely frustrated.

Chapter 34 Night Tour (Part 2)

This morning.

Fred overheard people talking in a Hogwarts portrait, saying that bloodlines not only pass on magic but also influence a child's talents.

If a father has a certain talent, his children are very likely to inherit that talent.

They also talked about James and Harry, saying they were both excellent Quidditch players.

Let's take this as an example.

Incidentally, the library's restricted section also mentioned that it contained some research books on bloodline inheritance.

These words enlightened George and Fred.

They then went to Harry to inquire about the matter and confirmed that Harry had never touched a broom before and could perform some very beautiful moves with proper training.

This made Fred and George even more curious about bloodline magic.

So they invited Harry to go with them to the forbidden section to look up records about blood magic.

Then, the three of them were scolded by Hermione.

Hermione warned the three that if they dared to sneak out at night and violate school rules, she would report them to Professor McGonagall.

George and Fred couldn't stand it, and immediately gave Hermione a sarcastic retort.

To their surprise, Harry was so frightened by Hermione that he actually started to back out.

Harry felt that the Quidditch incident had already put Professor McGonagall in a difficult position.

If McGonagall finds out that he's sneaking into the restricted section, she'll be very disappointed.

After much deliberation, Harry decided it was best not to take the risk.

George and Fred tried to persuade Harry repeatedly but failed, so they had no choice but to turn their attention to Hermione.

Harry's reluctance to go stems from Hermione. If they could simply deal with Hermione and get her to promise not to report them to McGonagall, wouldn't Harry be willing to go?

So the two began to secretly follow Hermione, and they overheard Witt lying to Hermione, saying that pure-blood families knew some techniques that could enhance magic.

Their eyes lit up instantly; they knew they had to make good use of this.

That's why the scene described earlier happened.

"A dozen or so?" Hermione shrieked, her eyes wide as she retorted, "Impossible! In class, those pure-blood families didn't perform as well as me at all."

"That's because the magic you've learned so far hasn't consumed much magic power, which is why there's not much of a gap between you."

Fred blurted out, "Once the professors start teaching magic that requires a lot of magical energy, your grades will plummet."

"A dozen or so might be considered high."

“That’s right.” George agreed with Fred with a serious expression.

Hermione was instantly terrified.

A dozen or so? Oh, if she only ranked a dozen or so in the exam, it would be better to just kill her.

In comparison, violating school rules doesn't seem so unacceptable.

After much hesitation, Hermione quietly agreed.

Are you sure the restricted section contains such books?

George and Fred exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Of course."

"Okay, I'll go out with you guys tonight."