Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Hermione closed her eyes and prayed, "I hope we won't be discovered by the castle caretaker, nor by the patrolling professors, and certainly not..."

"Do not worry."

Fred patted his chest, interrupting Hermione's rambling: "It's just a night stroll, we guarantee nothing will happen."

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midnight.

The snake demon opened its eyes and quietly slithered off the bed.

Based on experience, Victor would definitely not wake up before six o'clock, so he has plenty of time to use.

Hogwarts is a dangerous and hypocritical place.

On the surface, everything was peaceful and filled with laughter.

In reality, however, deadly threats are everywhere.

The Forbidden Forest is home to countless dangerous and wondrous creatures, including ferocious beasts like the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider, which preys on humans, and can be found in large numbers.

In the library's restricted section, books about black magic were piled higher than a mountain.

An average person couldn't finish reading it in a lifetime.

The master is so insecure; how could he entrust his life to that hypocritical old man named Dumbledore?

The Serpent Demon could see at a glance the coldness beneath Dumbledore's kind exterior.

If necessary, this old man is willing to sacrifice anything.

He is completely unreliable.

And that damn Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, his stuttering, fake smile is disgusting to even snakes.

No amount of garlic can hide the dark aura on the back of the head.

The owner said there was a thousand-year-old serpent monster beneath the castle.

That haunted castle is far more dangerous than the Forbidden Forest.

This makes the snake feel very insecure.

Therefore, he must learn more and more powerful magic, obtain the magic stone, and grow into his complete form. Only when the power is in his hands can he protect his master's safety.

The serpent demon had traveled the route to the Hogwarts library countless times and knew it like the back of his hand.

However, today is a little different.

It's too noisy; there are too many unnecessary sounds.

One, two, three, four, five—five footsteps.

What's going on? Are you guys on a group outing?

The Snake Demon hid in the shadows of the corner, listening to the footsteps approaching, its eyes fixed on the corner of the stairwell without blinking.

The first to come out were two red-haired guys.

The second one was someone wearing glasses... um?

Isn't this the unfortunate savior the master was talking about, Harry Potter?

He also went out for a night stroll.

And he brought such a large group of bodyguards.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that someone's president had been shot and needed to be protected by others.

"Could you please keep your voices down?" Hermione said uneasily. "We're out at night, which is a serious violation of school rules."

"If you get caught, you'll be expelled from school."

Hermione's incessant chatter drew disgusted looks from both Harry and Ron.

“I feel like he’s even more long-winded than my mom,” Ron complained.

Harry nodded, agreeing with Ron.

However, he was also a little uneasy and asked in a low voice, "Aren't we being a bit too conspicuous?"

“Don’t worry, Harry,” Fred said confidently. “We can walk out even if the castle is closed. That idiot Filch is probably patrolling the tower right now; he couldn’t possibly hear anything from here…”

"Meow!"

As soon as Fred finished speaking, they heard a sharp meow, and a pair of blood-red cat eyes stared intently at them.

"Oh no, it's Filch."

Fred's face flushed with anger: "He shouldn't be here."

"I'll distract him, you guys..."

Before Fred could finish speaking, a series of giggles came from the side of the castle.

Mischief sang in his strange and shrill voice: "Mischief worms, nocturnal wanderers, five of them, chattering away."

"They're over here, come quick."

"You'll be kicked out of Hogwarts very soon."

"Damn Peeves."

George led Harry around a corner in a panic, then his expression brightened instantly. He gave Harry and the others a shove, pushing the three of them into a secret passage, and instructed, "Run! I'll distract Peeves."

The Snake Demon, hiding in a corner, witnessed the entire farce.

With such a commotion, we can't go to the library; it'll definitely be under lockdown.

Going back now would be too early.

The serpent demon flicked its tongue and swam into the secret passage Harry had just entered, intending to follow it and take a look.

Chapter 35 Night Tour (Part 2)

"I told you you guys were too loud."

Hermione muttered complaints as she ran.

"If I get expelled, it must be because of you guys."

Harry was already in a state of turmoil, and having to listen to Hermione's complaints only made him more agitated.

Unfortunately, he was in the wrong. It was indeed because they were making too much noise that they attracted the guards' attention, and he didn't know how to refute them.

So Harry silently sped up.

Ron had originally planned to say something to Hermione, but seeing Harry speed up, he could only hurry to keep up. He was so tired that he couldn't say anything more.

Hermione could only shut up and grit her teeth as she watched the two run faster and faster.

Six minutes later, Harry and his two companions emerged from the other end of the secret passage. The surrounding silence and darkness made them feel exceptionally safe.

"Here?" The Serpent Demon, following behind the three, also cautiously peeked out. "Isn't this the corridor near the trapdoor on the fourth floor?"

Not right.

The alarm bells rang in the heart of the Serpent Demon.

He seems to have inadvertently been drawn into Dumbledore's wicked little theater.

Beyond that lies an abyss.

At that moment, a small, emerald-green snake quietly withdrew its head.

Before Harry, Harry, and his friends could settle down, Filch's signature voice suddenly came from behind them.

"The troublemaker who was out at night got away. Mischievous Ghost said there were five of them. He had one on his side, but where did the other three go?"

"I will definitely catch them and put them in solitary confinement for a month."

Harry's relaxed expression froze instantly.

The three exchanged a glance and shouted at the same time, "Run!"

He ran out in a panic, not knowing where to go.

Using the scent of the serpent demon, Harry and his friends cleverly slipped inside the trapdoor.

Meanwhile, Filch was walking a few steps closer when he suddenly heard Peeves's shouts.

"The students aren't sleeping; they're on the third floor, on the third floor."

Filch hurried downstairs, and as soon as he left, Harry, Harry, and the others rushed out of the trapdoor room.

Although Dumbledore was not seen at all, the Serpent Demon was certain that Dumbledore had been watching from the vicinity the whole time.

Snakes' senses are not limited to sight.

The scent in the air told the Serpent Demon that there was another person here.

Today he finally witnessed what the greatest wizard in the magical world truly meant.

Poor Potter, he was like a puppet in a circus, completely at the mercy of others.

The owner must be reminded to be even more careful with Dumbledore.

Compared to the dread of the Serpent Demon, Dumbledore seemed completely unconcerned, thinking that staying up all night at his age would easily lead to sudden death.

In order to lure Harry over, Dumbledore really took care of him the whole time.

Using a Confusion Charm to secretly guide Filch, Harry was finally led into the room with the trapdoor.

The remaining doors, including those belonging to Fulvi the Cerberus, were all given even more striking magic by Dumbledore.

Otherwise, in the dark, with such a ferocious three-headed dog baring its teeth, what if Hermione and the others didn't notice the trapdoor?

One more time, one more all-nighter?

Dumbledore said that his old bones couldn't withstand such torment.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione—Dumbledore recalled the three's special talents and pondered how to get the professor to arrange special tests based on their strengths.

By the way, should we include Wiete as well?

Dumbledore was undecided; he needed to go back and think it over carefully.