Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Since the Quidditch incident, Draco has rarely sought out Witt, because he has found Witt to be very busy every day, writing letters, brewing medicine, attending classes, and practicing Quidditch.

Because of Viter's hard work and ambition, Draco always felt a strange sense of guilt when he was with him, which made him very uncomfortable.

This time, however, he genuinely had something to discuss with Victor.

“I just heard about it.” Draco looked around and whispered, “You instigated Seamus to use the Explosion Charm to send those two Weasleys bastards and that annoying know-it-all to the hospital.”

"Well done, that's what Slytherin should do."

Witt just stared calmly at Draco.

Putting aside the fact that he didn't instigate this at all, and considering how much time has passed since then, Draco's coming to say this now clearly indicates that he has other motives.

As expected, when he saw that Witt remained silent, Draco immediately changed his tune.

"I just want to ask if you have any other powerful spells here. Potter and his henchman Weasley went too far, actually mocking me, saying that the brooms I've played with since I was a kid are all junk brooms, and can't compare to Nimbus 2000 at all."

Draco, his face flushed, said, "This time I'm going to teach them a lesson they won't forget."

"We need to get our revenge hard."

Witt (!_!)

This doesn't sound like something Harry would say. Harry hates people who like to show off their skills, so how could he possibly flaunt his Nimbus 2000 in front of Draco?

Witt figured Draco was adding another layer of drama to his story. Harry clearly didn't mean it that way, but he insisted on interpreting it that way, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got...

“Why don’t you ask Mr. Lucius to buy you one?” Witt suggested. “Two thousand for a Nimbus shouldn’t be too expensive for you.”

“I wrote to my dad,” Draco said, sounding aggrieved. “Dad said I shouldn’t have given up last time. I’m not a Quidditch player, and I’m not allowed to bring a broom to school according to the rules.”

Forehead!

Sweat began to bead on Witt's forehead. How did this all end up on his head again? It was really giving him a headache.

Forget it, I'll just teach him a little curse and send him away.

“Harry really went too far. Here’s what we’ll do,” Witt said, changing his tune. “I’ll teach you a secret spell that most students don’t know.”

"The curse for failed baldness treatment: the incantation is for hair to grow quickly."

Upon hearing Witte's words, Draco displayed the same puzzled expression as Seamus.

"What kind of strange spell is this that can make Harry's hair grow like crazy?"

"No."

Witt explained, "This spell is a powerful curse that can make Harry's hair grow legs and run away, thus turning him bald."

"As long as the spell is successfully cast, it can last for three years. How about that? Amazing, right?"

"Harry's gone bald!" Draco's attention was instantly drawn to Witt's words.

"If Harry didn't have hair, then the ugly scar on his forehead would no longer be visible."

Draco grinned smugly.

“Great, Witt, I want to learn this spell.”

Two hours later, Draco, having successfully turned a poor yellow mouse into a bald man, left satisfied.

The spell's effectiveness was highly praised.

That bald medieval wizard would surely be very pleased if he knew that his spells would receive such high praise.

As for whether it would cause some students to go bald after three years, Witt thought that Mrs. Pomfrey, having served as the school doctor for so many years, must know the reverse of the spell, so there was no need to worry about such a small problem.

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As time passed, Witt noticed that Draco seemed rather unskilled at using spells, and Harry and Ron's hair remained perfectly intact on their heads.

Gradually, he stopped paying attention to it.

As the weather gets colder and Halloween approaches, Quirrell's headscarf gets thicker and thicker.

Just when Witt had completely forgotten about what happened, Harry appeared in the classroom wearing the same turban as Quirrell.

Ron was also perfectly in sync with him.

After a long period of arduous practice, Draco finally mastered his skills and this morning found an opportunity to successfully ambush and hit Harry.

It turned him into a bald man.

"Damn it." Ron chewed on his chicken leg angrily and said irritably, "Where did Draco learn that spell? Even Madam Pomfrey doesn't know how to cure it."

"Are we supposed to go bald and wear headscarves like Professor Quirrell to class?"

"No."

Ron's wailing was so exaggerated that his headscarf slipped off, revealing a shiny bald head.

In an instant, all the students in the school were drawn to it.

This was immediately followed by a burst of laughter.

Harry tightened his clothes and carefully held onto his headscarf to keep it from falling off.

Although he and Ron were good brothers, they should have gone through thick and thin together.

But Harry couldn't accept this kind of shared hardship.

I'm sorry, Ron, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I'm powerless to do so.

Harry quietly moved further away, afraid that others would discover he was also bald.

After a long while, everyone's laughter subsided, and Ron wrapped his scarf around his head again to cover his bald head, sullenly eating his chicken leg.

"What happened?" Hermione asked, always eager to meddle.

Ron kept his head down and didn't say anything, but Harry felt that Hermione might have a way to solve their problem.

“It’s Draco,” Harry whispered. “Draco learned some powerful spell somewhere, and he turned us both bald. He’s even planning to attack other people.”

"You two?" Hermione drew out the last word, making Harry instantly realize he had said the wrong thing.

But since things had come to this point, Harry had no choice but to admit it.

"Okay, it's the two of us."

"What is the spell?" Hermione pondered. "I feel like I've seen this kind of magic that makes people bald somewhere before."

"The spell is for your hair to grow faster. Do you know how to break this spell?"

“I vaguely remember,” Hermione said softly. “I think I saw it in that book in the library.”

"Then let's go to the library now."

Harry stood up eagerly.

"But I haven't eaten yet."

“There’s no time to eat now.” Ron stood up and, together with Harry, pulled Hermione away, one on each side.

Eating? What to eat? He can't even eat his favorite chicken leg until he solves his baldness problem.

Not long after Harry and Hermione left.

Quirrell suddenly ran in, yelling that there was a giant monster, and then collapsed in the Great Hall.

Chapter 41 A Life with Clear-cut Divides

Witt, who witnessed the farce firsthand, had no intention of doing anything.

Harry the Savior has protective magic, Dumbledore, Snape, and a whole bunch of people standing behind him.

They didn't need his help at all.

Rather than worrying about Harry, Witt was more concerned about whether the extraction of the Firefox egg and the venom of the Octopod would fail tonight.

Slughorn truly lives up to his Slytherin name.

After discovering that Witt was indeed capable of helping during several training sessions, Slughorn almost without hesitation placed even greater tasks on him.

In exchange for their own ease.

The fusion and extraction of the Fire-Gray Snake egg and the venom of the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider is as difficult as having Harry participate in a professional Quidditch match.

Despite both Witt and the Serpent Demon keeping a close watch, they still failed several times.

With each failure, Witt could hear the clinking of Galleons.

He paid for all of these materials.

If he fails again tonight, Witt will probably have no choice but to write to Slughorn, admit his shortcomings, and abandon the mission.

This would undoubtedly damage Witt's perfect image in Slughorn's eyes, but if he didn't do it, Witt's wallet simply couldn't take it.

He's spent almost all the money he made selling forgetfulness potions these past few days, but it still isn't enough.

These are the last two sets of materials tonight; they must be approved.

Witt clenched his fists and gave himself a strong pep talk.

Because of the trolls, all students were confined to their dormitories and were not allowed to go out.

Victor, of course, couldn't go to his little corner room in the castle where he used to brew potions.

Hogwarts Castle is really huge. It's already very magnificent just from the outside, and it's also covered with a lot of Unseen Expansion Charms inside.

You'll never know just how big a small room in the corner might actually be when you open it up.

Many students can find their own little corner at Hogwarts.

With the help of the Serpent Demon, Witt found a secluded little room at Hogwarts, where he usually went to brew potions and practice magic.

But I can't go today.

But Felix Ferulic can't be delayed. Tomorrow is the final reply date. Whether he succeeds or fails, he needs to give Slughorn an answer so that Slughorn can prepare.

Tonight is the final deadline.

After wandering around, Witt couldn't find a quiet and peaceful place. There were people everywhere, and even two of his roommates were playing chess in the dormitory.

It's really not suitable for making medicine.

Just as he was fretting, Witt suddenly spotted Lawrence.