Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

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Quidditch selections this weekend.

The rules are simple: whoever catches the golden thief first wins.

The brooms used in the competition are all the same, with a 1500mm swivel wheel.

Before Nimbus 2000 came out, professional competitive brooms were the best choice for Quidditch brooms.

Compared to the Comet series of other houses, the Slytherin team has significantly more funds.

Of course, a 1500-yuan light wheel is no match for a 2000-yuan light wheel.

Compared to the original model, the new model doesn't offer a significant improvement in the broom's functionality; it only addresses some minor issues.

It is a standard toothpaste product.

The Nimbus 2000 is a completely new model, with all its specifications significantly exceeding those of the Nimbus 1000, including its price.

Touching the broom in his hand, Witt was still not satisfied.

The product gap between generations is too big; he still needs to find a way to buy a Nimbus for two thousand.

“Terensu… Bah, Mr. Terence, how do you expect to compare?”

Seeing that Victor completely disregarded him and even mispronounced his name, Terence's already bad mood worsened.

But he was still willing to respect the rules of the game.

"Whoever catches the Golden Snitch wins," Terence said coldly.

On the grass, the golden snitch took off and soared into the air. Victor and Terence simultaneously flipped over and mounted their brooms, flying separately to the left and right.

With James's card in hand, Witt's dynamic vision instantly reached its maximum, and knowledge that wasn't originally his appeared in his mind.

The frequency of the golden snipe's wing flapping and its flight trajectory.

The point of impact and the amplitude of light movement on a spherical refracting surface.

There are also turning patterns at different speeds.

Cho Chang truly lives up to his Ravenclaw reputation; he even managed to calculate this.

That's right, the above data was based on conjectures and calculations provided by Cho Chang, with James handling the errands and experiments, and finally compiled into a statistical summary.

James alone couldn't possibly handle such delicate work.

Qiu Zhang alone is not quick enough to catch the golden thief under extreme conditions, so she cannot obtain such accurate data.

You know what, Witt really thinks these two are a bit...

Okay, let's start the competition.

Witt turned his head rapidly, the figure of the golden thief flashing everywhere.

Normally, the only way to lock onto an opponent is to forcefully chase after them with a broom, but now Witt's brain is working at lightning speed. While Terence is chasing downwards, Witt flies towards the upper right of him.

Today's wind is from the southeast, with an upward airflow and a force of level 5.

The probability of the Golden Thief turning against the wind is extremely low; simply wait patiently and you're sure to strike.

After a period of relentless pursuit, the Golden Snitch suddenly changed course.

Terence watched as the golden thief he so desperately wanted slipped past him by the hair and pounced on Witt.

This feeling is even worse than having your girlfriend run off with someone else.

With just a flick of his wrist, Witt caught the golden thief who had walked right into his trap.

Witt touched the patterns on the Golden Snitch's body, smiled, and raised his hand to Snape.

Qiu Zhang's calculation formula is quite useful, but its success rate would likely be greatly reduced in more complex official competitions.

Ultimately, it comes down to the athlete's individual talent.

If Terence had caught the thief directly, then Witt's strategy of waiting for the thief to come to him would have become a complete joke.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

Successfully delivered a small Ravenclaw shock to all the Slytherin students watching below.

Lawrence looked as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant.

He flew down dejectedly, handed over the broom without a word, and left the field.

Witt became a rising star on the field.

"That was fantastic, Vitor!" Draco waved his hands excitedly, as if he had won.

"That's how it is. During a match, you have to humiliate Pottel like this."

"I can't wait to see his frustrated face."

It's unclear what kind of image was in Draco's mind, but when he said those words, his pale face was filled with lewdness.

Chapter 36 I want to discuss something with you, maybe we can pull some strings.

"professor."

Witt approached Snape with the Golden Snitch in hand and said sincerely, "On behalf of Hagrid the Yak, I apologize for what happened before I enrolled."

More than half a month has passed, and Witt has only earned 27 credits and obtained one treasure chest.

If this drags on, by the end of the year when Dumbledore will have gained hundreds of points, his golden achievement might truly become a pipe dream.

Although apologizing now might not necessarily get Snape's forgiveness, at least it won't leave him feeling rebuffed.

Snape lowered his head and carefully examined Witt.

He had to admit that Witte was the most perfect student he had ever encountered in his teaching career. His character, methods, and abilities were beyond measure for someone his age; even a perfect score wouldn't be enough to describe him.

Although the unexpected admission made Snape feel very frustrated, Victor's apology was so sincere that he could forgive him.

Snape, however, still had a few doubts.

"You seem anxious, or perhaps you're wary of someone."

"Harry Potter."

Witt calmly uttered a name that made Snape's eyes narrow.

“Our savior, sir.”

“Professor,” Witt turned his gaze toward Gryffindor and said softly, “I told you before that I wanted to use Slytherin’s seven consecutive titles as the beginning of my journey into the wizarding world.”

“But I didn’t tell you about the difficulties involved.”

"To be honest, I didn't think it would be difficult at first. After all, Slytherin had already won six consecutive championships, and with me this year, winning seven consecutive championships was almost a certainty."

Snape sneered at Witt, "Look at your narcissism. The Sorting Hat should have sorted you into Ravenclaw."

Ignoring Snape's disdainful look, Witt continued.

"Until recently, Harry joined Quidditch."

"The Savior, the first-year students joining Quidditch, and that forbidden area on the fourth floor that Professor Dumbledore emphasized—I've inquired about it; it suddenly appeared this year."

"Don't you think all of this seems a bit too deliberate?"

Was it intentional?

Snape felt alright; apart from Witt, the other students didn't notice these problems at all.

“I didn’t think too much about it,” Witt interrupted Snape.

"In short, even if he is the savior, I must win seven consecutive championships."

"So I wanted to talk to you about going through some back channels."

Witt's righteous and stern face suddenly turned mercenary, and Snape couldn't keep up with his pace at all.

One second he was thinking about how Witte was going to break the deadlock, the next second Witte shamelessly came over and begged him to help him get in through the back door.

That shamelessness...

Very much like a Slytherin.

Shrewdness, glory, and victory are paramount.

That being said, why does he feel such a strong urge to hit someone?

Snape felt his hands were inexplicably itchy, much itchier than his hair that hadn't been washed in decades.

"Professor, no, Dean."

Witt rubbed his hands together and said with a forced smile, "It's been six years of hard work by the Slytherin seniors to get to where we are today."

"How can we let the efforts of our seniors go to waste because of a savior who suddenly cuts in line?"

"Even if I can tolerate it, you can't, right?"

Snape took two deep breaths. Although he wanted to say no to Witt, reason ultimately prevailed.

Witt is right; Slytherin's six years of hard work cannot be wasted because of this.

"What do you want to do?"

“It’s nothing really,” Witt said with a smile. “It’s just that you can speed up the pace of the course and deepen the content.”

“When other students can’t answer or do it, I can.”

"You can then naturally give Slytherin extra points, and if you add more points in one class, little by little, you can gradually widen the gap."

"That's it?" Snape felt like he'd been completely disappointed.

“A skilled warrior achieves victory without ostentation,” Witt said confidently. “If you were to arrange the curriculum according to my learning pace, I guarantee that all the first-year students except me will have phenomenal grades by the end of the year.”

"But if you follow the textbook's pace and only learn two kinds of potions a year, and memorize some written knowledge, even if I do very well on the final exam, my exam paper won't be significantly different from others."

"Oh, you're very confident."

Snape asked with a soft "Hmm?", "Where have you gotten to now?"

"I'm currently learning how to make a 'happiness potion' for sixth graders. I barely managed to concoct it the day before yesterday; one out of four ingredients succeeded."

Witt took out a bottle of somewhat grayish potion and handed it to Snape.