Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"A medieval wizard with congenital baldness painstakingly invented a spell to cure himself. Although the spell could not cure him, it could make others bald."

“All the men in the village are bald, so no one will laugh at him for this problem, which can be considered a solution to his problem.”

"In his later years, this wizard wrote a memoir in which he recorded the spell he invented."

"According to him, the effect is quite good; one incantation will ensure three years of peace of mind."

"Only a special counter-curse can break it."

Witt glanced mockingly at Seamus's head and threatened, "I don't think you'd want to try out the spell's effects."

Simo covered his hair in fear. Although he was missing a patch of hair, it would grow back quickly. He didn't want to become bald and be laughed at by the whole school for three years.

Take a deep breath, focus, you can do it, Simo.

With his eyes fixed on the distant rocks, Simo waved his spell once more.

Bang!

The stone was successfully blasted into pieces.

"Very good, quick, keep practicing."

Witt encouraged, "Practice a few more times, get the hang of it, and then try using other spells."

"you can."

After practicing spells with Simo for about two hours, just as Simo was about to lie down and rest from exhaustion, an owl flew down in front of Witt.

It was a letter from Professor Slughorn.

Witt skillfully pulled out some jerky to reward the hardworking owl, then quickly opened the envelope and began to read it.

He quickly exclaimed in surprise.

"Fire crossbow bolts."

"What kind of fire crossbow bolts?" Simo asked curiously.

"A broom that is countless times more powerful than the Nimbus 2000 and extremely expensive."

Witt whispered, "It's still in testing, and it'll be some time before it's available for sale."

"Using this thing on the Quidditch pitch in the College Cup would be a game-changer."

Chapter 38 The Explosion Spell I Just Learned, I Can Tolerate This.

Slughorn heard from somewhere that Harry had been given a Nimbus 2000 broom.

Witt didn't mention this to Slughorn. The price of the Nimbus at two thousand was clearly not in the category of a small gift. Witt didn't want Slughorn to misunderstand him as the kind of person who was greedy.

He didn't mention a word about Harry's broom.

As it turned out, Slughorn found out anyway, and he was even planning to buy one for Witt.

However, while browsing the broom shop, Slughorn suddenly remembered that he had a student who had joined a team that specialized in researching brooms and claimed that their products were countless times better than Nimbus 2000.

When Slughorn thought about this, he didn't buy a broom and instead wrote a letter to inquire about it.

And I went over for a visit.

After watching the test flight of the Firebolt, Slughorn was full of praise throughout.

The Nimbus 2000, which was originally quite good, now feels completely unpresentable to Slughorn.

But if we're talking about buying one, his student is just a member of the team, so it's impossible for him to get it for free.

The price of fire bolts...

Lucius would feel sorry for him, let alone Slughorn.

After much deliberation, Slughorn came up with a plan to barter.

In exchange for a large pot of Felix Felicis, one fire crossbow bolt.

The brewing of potions cannot increase the amount of materials indefinitely; it can only fluctuate within a certain range.

When the ingredients for a potion are increased to a certain extent, the speed of magic conversion will undergo a qualitative leap, a speed that even the most experienced potion masters cannot keep up with.

It's okay to cook a larger batch and keep some for later use.

If you think that you'll never have to worry about anything again after just one bad experience, you should probably give up that idea as soon as possible.

Because the brewing of Felix Felicis is not always successful, Slughorn did not take the Firebolt beforehand.

Moreover, he doesn't plan to cook it all by himself.

Since it's a gift for Witte, Witte definitely has to do some work and help him out.

Witt needs to handle the refining of some simple materials and the acquisition of others.

Slughorn also emphasized that even if the Felix Felicis failed to be made, he would still buy a Nimbus for two thousand and give it to Witt.

After reading the entire letter, Witte was moved, but also somewhat amused.

To prepare Felix Felicis, and have him assist?

Stop it.

Slughorn wasn't looking for him to be his assistant; he clearly wanted to personally teach him and relive his passion for being a professor.

When Witt first saw the letter, he was prepared to refuse. He had no intention of letting Slughorn pay for the Firebolts.

Two thousand for a Nimbus is already very expensive; it's too hot to handle.

But after reading the rest, Witt didn't want to refuse anymore. Slughorn wanted to use this opportunity of refining Felix Felicis to teach him through practice.

This is an extremely rare opportunity.

Witt can pay back the money for the fire bolts when he has more, but this kind of learning opportunity, once missed, is uncertain when it will come again.

"Simmo, you continue practicing here. I have to go ahead."

Witt took the envelope and jogged away.

He had to carefully consider this letter; he couldn't agree directly, nor could he simply refuse. He needed to think carefully about how to phrase it.

“Simo”.

No sooner had Victor left than George, Fred, and Hermione surrounded him.

"What was that Firebolt that Witt just mentioned? How could there possibly be a broomstick more powerful than Nimbus 2000 in the world?" As a Quidditch player, George knew the models and functions of flying broomsticks like the back of his hand.

You can memorize it with your eyes closed.

He was very interested in fire crossbow bolts.

Fred also had the same interested expression.

When it came to Hermione, she wasn't so interested.

“Witt is teaching you magic. How did he do it so that your magic can be used so smoothly?”

"Could it be related to the magic enhancement techniques of pure-blood families?"

Faced with George and Fred's unscrupulous deception, Hermione's leg really did become lame, and she had completely believed that pure-blood families had the technique to enhance magic.

Hermione was determined to get a good grade on the exam.

"You're following me?" Seamus's eyes widened.

“We’re tracking Witt; you’re just incidental.”

Fred said with a grin, "Someone told us that Slytherin would be selecting a new Seeker today, so we wanted to come and check it out beforehand."

"I have to say, he's a formidable opponent. Even with Harry riding the Nimbus 2000, I'm still a little worried that Harry might lose to him."

"If he gets his hands on that fire crossbow, I can't even imagine how big the score difference will be in the final match."

"Professor McGonagall must look terrible."

“Seamus,” George said seriously, “As a member of Gryffindor, you need to help find out what the Firebolt is, what its approximate dimensions are, so we can prepare countermeasures in advance.”

“I won’t help you.” Seamus broke free from George and Fred’s grasp and said angrily, “You actually want me to betray Witt a second time? I think you should be assigned to Slytherin.”

“Witt didn’t ask you to keep it a secret,” Fred said, spreading his hands. “How can that be considered betrayal?”

"You have no idea how horrible Professor McGonagall's face looked after the Quidditch match ended in a huge defeat against Slytherin last year."

No sooner had George finished speaking than Hermione contradicted him from behind.

"Come on, if you cared about Professor McGonagall's opinion, you wouldn't be doing all these naughty things every day, causing Gryffindor's points to be deducted again and again."

"Harry lost more points to Snape than you guys did."

“That’s right.” Seamus, who didn’t know how to refute it, decisively stood on Hermione’s side and joined her in despising George and Fred.

"Which side are you on?" Fred asked Hermione with a hint of helplessness as he saw the situation change drastically.

“I’m from Gryffindor,” Hermione answered with unusual decisiveness.

Just as Seamus thought he had found a teammate, Hermione suddenly turned around and said, "Did Witt really teach you the technique of purifying magic? That's why you were able to use magic so smoothly today."

"Don't worry, I understand. I won't ask you what the techniques are; I just want to know if it's true or not."

Seamus "(°ヘ°)

What's wrong with all of you? Are you all sick?

“No, Witt didn’t teach me any techniques for purifying magic.” Seamus didn’t like Hermione very much, but he disliked George and Fred even more, so he suppressed his annoyance and answered Hermione’s question.

"I don't believe you, you're lying."

Hermione's words completely ignited Seamus's emotions.

I just learned the Explosion Spell, how can I tolerate this?

"Thunderous explosion."

*

In the afternoon, Witt was writing a letter when McGonagall suddenly called him into her office.

"What? Seamus used the Explosion Charm to send George, Fred, Hermione, and himself all to the school hospital?"

I was only gone for a short while, what's going on?