Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Chapter 39 The Accident-Prone Potions Class

Is this the important point?

McGonagall rubbed her temples, her head aching, and said sternly, "Where did you learn that... Never mind, you're not allowed to teach such dangerous spells to other people in the future."

Considering Witt's magical talent, McGonagall immediately abandoned her suggestion to let Witt take it easy and instead warned him.

"Not every student has such strong magical control."

"The more powerful the spell, the more troublesome the consequences of losing control."

......

After being lectured by McGonagall for half an hour, Witt left the office with his head tucked in like a quail.

What's going on with that guy, Simo?

Having been scolded for no reason, Witt decided to go to the school hospital to find out what was going on.

Hogwarts Hospital.

It took Witte a lot of effort to convince Mrs. Pomfrey to allow him to come in for a visit.

As soon as he entered, he saw Seamus sitting awkwardly on the hospital bed. Hermione's hair had been cut short, and George and Fred were missing their left and right eyebrows, respectively.

They were laughing heartily and criticizing each other.

Judging from their spirits, the four of them should not have been injured.

"What happened?" Witt walked over and asked Seamus.

“Ask them.” When Seamus saw Witt approaching, he straightened his back and began to pour out his grievances.

After the explanation, Witt roughly understood what had happened.

"So you blew them up?"

"I do not have."

Seamus explained, "I just wanted to scare them. The spell was aimed at the ground, but somehow it went out of control."

"Nonsense," Witt retorted. "With such a sudden surge of anger and emotional outburst, it's no wonder your spell went out of control."

"How I taught you."

“You can’t learn a spell once and then use it successfully. You have to practice, and you can’t use it in front of people until you have mastered it completely.”

"I said so much, but I didn't take it to heart at all."

Fortunately, the damage was minor.

"Never release it in front of others again, understand?"

Simo pouted in frustration, and it took him a while to catch his breath before he nodded gently.

Having confirmed that Seamus had truly listened, Witt turned his gaze to Hermione. "It's all his fault," Witt said, walking to Hermione's bedside with a heavy heart.

"You don't actually believe there's some kind of magical purification technique, do you?"

Witt knew that Hermione, a first-year student, was a bit stubborn, but she didn't expect her to be this stubborn; she actually believed her.

“You can’t fool me,” Hermione said stubbornly. “George and Fred both said…”

"Stop, stop, stop."

Witt interrupted Hermione, speechless, "You actually believe what those two idiots say? If you're going to believe them, you might as well believe I'm Merlin."

“Even if Ron is too young to know this, you can always ask Percy. As a prefect, he can’t possibly lie to you.”

"So you all conspired to lie to me?"

Hermione realized what was happening, her voice suddenly rose eight octaves, and her face turned bright red with anger.

"I did not join forces."

Just as Witt was about to explain, Mrs. Pomfrey, who had heard the noise, rushed over.

"Get out. I warned you not to disturb the patient's rest."

Witteヽ(ー_ー)ノ

He obediently raised his hand and left the school hospital.

It's really hard to be a good person.

I should have just left it at Hermione. After all, once Hermione has read more books and learned more about the wizarding world, she'll naturally find out.

There are no tricks to increasing magic power.

If such a thing truly existed, pure-blood wizards would have already ruled the magical world. Why would they need to accompany Voldemort and engage in rebellion, a task that could easily lead to sleeping with Dementors?

But now it's finally been explained clearly.

Hopefully, this annoying know-it-all will stop thinking about him.

Back in his dorm, Wit continued to carefully craft his letter to Slughorn, word by word. This was the real angel, and he had to put in a lot of effort to win him over.

A new week begins, Potions class.

Snape walked in with his textbook and said directly, "Now, close all the textbooks and take out your notes."

Snape quickly wrote on the blackboard: "How to make hair-raising potion."

“Professor,” Hermione called out, raising her hand, “this is a second-year lesson!”

“Shut up,” Snape snapped. “Potentials class doesn’t need a noisy bird to tell the time.”

"Gryffindor will lose one point for disrupting the professor's lecture."

Hermione sat back down angrily, looking at Snape with extreme disgust.

She was simply asking a normal question; if it were any other professor, they would have at least given an explanation.

Only Snape offered no explanation, deducting points without hesitation.

How could there be such a terrible professor in the magical world?

The course continues.

Making hair-raising tonic is not difficult, but for first-graders who don't even recognize all the herbs and have to look them up in books, it becomes a very difficult task.

Because it's really hard for you to tell which plants those identical tubers come from.

This is even more difficult than distinguishing between ginger and potatoes.

As a result, many students had to spend a lot of time searching through books, and then... and then the potions in their cauldrons would overcook.

The entire classroom turned into a disaster site.

Fortunately, even if the hair-raising potion fails to be brewed, it won't cause any particularly serious consequences.

Despite the constant screams in the classroom, no major accidents requiring medical attention at the school clinic occurred.

Snape, however, remained completely oblivious to all of this.

He went straight up to Witte and openly showed his favoritism.

"Clear, bright, and a near-perfect hairspray, Slytherin +5."

After adding the points, Snape skipped over Witt and went to check on the other students. Soon, Snape's harsh roar echoed in the classroom. Except for Draco, almost every student was scolded by him.

And an additional two points were deducted from Gryffindor.

With the potion successfully brewed, Victor, bored out of his mind, secretly observed the other students in the classroom during his spare time.

He suddenly understood why Snape had chosen the second-year hair-raising potion instead of the first-year forgetfulness potion.

Speeding up the Potions class sounds simple, but it's actually quite difficult.

The potions in the cauldron are no pushovers; they'll explode if you make a mistake.

The stronger the agent, the larger the spray.

The explosion was accompanied by a toxic attack.

The consequences of a failed potion are usually related to the potion's function.

If the hair-standing potion fails, the student's hair will simply turn into various strange and twisted shapes. If the forgetfulness potion fails, the student may forget everything they have learned that week.

This means that the other professors' teaching this week was for nothing.

If Snape were to do that, he would be condemned by the other professors.

Witt suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a very difficult request of Professor Snape; brewing high-level potions was like assembling a bomb.

The difficulty lies not in whether he can keep up with the course, but in how to prevent a group of novices, who are bound to make mistakes, from exploding while assembling the bomb.

Just thinking about the trouble involved gave Witt a headache.

His relationship with Snape was definitely not that close. The reason Snape was willing to do this was most likely because he disliked Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

Also, Slytherin's seven-game winning streak in the House Cup.

After paying such a high price, what if Slytherin ultimately fails to win the House Cup?

This is far more serious than the accidental kick Snape received upon entering university.

Snape would probably want to kill him then.

Witt suddenly felt immense pressure.

Chapter 40 Bald Harry on Halloween

"Another bottle of magic stone powder."

After Potions class ended, Witt successfully earned another twenty credits and obtained a new treasure chest.

He casually poured all the powder into the Serpent Demon's mouth, and the green in Victor's eyes deepened even further.

The surging magical power within him increased significantly once again.

"It's a pity I didn't manage to draw any rare magical items," Witt thought greedily.

“Witt”.