Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

He remembered that the other person had a key to the Slytherin Headmaster's lounge, which was located below the common lounge.

Originally intended as a place for the Dean to relax, Snape didn't need it, so he converted the room into a teaching room for his Potions Club.

That place is perfect for making medicine.

"Lawrence".

Witt walked over quickly and said politely, "I hope I haven't bothered you. I need your help with something."

"I think you've come at just the right time," Lawrence said with a smile to the person opposite him. "Excuse me, Avery, let's postpone our match for another time."

“You were about to lose,” Avery complained, sounding annoyed.

"The game isn't over yet, and it's still uncertain who will win and who will lose."

Lawrence spoke defiantly as he quickly pulled Victor away.

“You’ve come at just the right time, Witt.”

"If you include the game we just played, I've lost to him seven times in a row. If it weren't for the family business, I really wouldn't want to play chess with him."

Lawrence said somewhat irritably, "He always manages to kill me to pieces, and he never even lets me have a turn."

"His sportsmanship is also bad. If he loses, he keeps dragging the other player along and won't let them leave."

"No wonder nobody wants to play chess with him."

“Things always have their good and bad sides,” Witt comforted her. “At least your family has secured a steady stream of orders, which is a good thing.”

Lawrence only complained a little and didn't really take it to heart.

The chess game with Avery was something he initiated; Avery didn't specifically come to him.

As a shrewd businessman, Lawrence has always had a unique vision. Even while in school, he was already busy running around for his family business.

This deal with Avery was the most profitable one he had ever made.

He received high praise from his father.

You're right.

Lawrence agreed, "That's certainly a good deal. So, what brings you here?"

“I would like to use Professor Snape’s lounge to concoct the Felix Felicis that Professor Slughorn has assigned me. I know you have the key.”

"Felix Felicis." Lawrence became interested and asked curiously, "What exactly is it?"

"A fusion extraction of fire ash snake eggs and octopus venom."

"Fire-ash snake eggs and octopus spider venom!" Lawrence looked at Witt in shock and whispered, "This is no ordinary difficulty. Even my father failed during the extraction."

Did you succeed?

"Not yet," Witt joked. "If I succeed, Professor Snape might just give me an extra twenty points."

"It's definitely worth it."

Lawrence led Witt to the Headmaster's Room in Slytherin, opened the door, and asked softly, "I'm also very curious about how Felix Felicis is made. Would you mind if I took a look?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Witt said very politely, "It would be great if you could point out my mistakes. To be honest, I've been quite stressed out by this matter lately."

"If I fail again today, I'm afraid I'll have to spend the whole night thinking about how to write an apology letter to Professor Slughorn."

The magical properties of the Fire Ash Snake Egg are violent and flammable, while the venom of the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider is extremely potent. When the two meet in the crucible, it is like a battle between heavenly thunder and earthly fire.

The magical reaction was so intense that most wizards could only look on in awe.

It's impossible to insert your hand into it.

Fortunately, the Serpent Demon's magic was extremely powerful, and its control was exquisite enough. In the fierce battle between the two potions, Witt was barely able to intervene and make minor adjustments to the reaction.

But that's all.

Half an hour later, the crucible exploded again with a bang.

The gold jingle tumbled and slipped out of Witt's pocket.

"Where exactly did the problem go wrong?"

Witt flipped through the potion book in frustration. He had made sure he was on the right track every step of the way, so why did it explode again?

"Why don't you try my method!" Lawrence whispered a suggestion from the side: "Add some unicorn hair as a neutralizer before fusion extraction."

"Unicorn hairs?"

Witt turned his head in confusion; the book didn't seem to say that this could be done.

He wasn't one to stick to his principles, but now that Witt had only one document left, he had to make a careful choice.

“This was discovered by my father on an old, reclusive wizard in Europe. Unicorns can reconcile the conflicts of many magical creatures, so his fur also has the same reconciling effect.”

"When the old wizard brewed potions with strong conflict, he liked to add some unicorn hair as a mildener."

The formula for the medicine has been modified, but it's still the formula for Folic Acid.

It sounds completely unreliable.

But Witt decided to give it a try anyway. He knew very well that with his current abilities, continuing to follow the instructions in the book would have a very slim chance of success.

Why not listen to Lawrence and take a gamble? If it succeeds, Witt will send the extract over and write down the entire process in detail, so that Slughorn can judge whether it can be used.

If you fail, it's even simpler: just write an apology letter.

"How much is appropriate to add?"

"Two grams," Lawrence said uncertainly. "I've seen my father add two grams when he makes potions."

With some skepticism, Witt added two grams of unicorn hair fragments and restarted the extraction process.

Surprisingly, the conflict between the fire ash snake eggs and the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider in the crucible actually eased up a lot.

An hour later, a bottle of pale golden solution was successfully extracted.

Both the color and the effect are exactly the same as described in the book.

What even a Potions Master like Slughorn didn't know was discovered by an unknown old wizard.

The magical world is truly vast.

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort—three of the most powerful wizards of this century—all had experience traveling the world.

This is definitely not a coincidence.

Being confined to one place, even if it's Hogwarts, can still lead to a certain degree of stagnation.

Looking at the potion in his hand, Witt made up his mind that in a few years, he would also go out and see what the magical world outside of Hogwarts was like.

“Thank you for reminding me,” Witt said sincerely to Lawrence. “Without you, I would have certainly failed.”

"You're welcome."

Lawrence said with fervent eyes, "Your potion-making skills are simply art. If it were me, even with the help of unicorn hair, I could not have extracted such a beautiful solution."

"You will definitely become a great person in the future."

The longer Lawrence spent with Witt, the more convinced he became that Witt would become a leading figure in the future magical world.

This relationship needs to be carefully maintained.

“Witt,” Lawrence said in a low voice, “Quidditch is about to start, and I heard you don’t have a proper broom yet. How about I go and borrow a Nimbus for you for two thousand?”

"With this, you'll definitely dominate the field and crush Gryffindor."

"No, thank you." Witt carefully put away the extracted solution and smiled. "I have a better option than Nimbus 2000."

Although the Felix Felicis elixir wasn't finished yet and the money hadn't arrived, borrowing the broom for a while wouldn't be a problem, given Slughorn's connections.

To put it bluntly, the other party believed that there was almost no chance that Slughorn would fail in brewing Felix Felicis, and they were not worried that he would renege on his debt.

Therefore, they were happy to give Slughorn face.

The goods were sent to Witte ahead of schedule.

This is the effect of reputation.

"A better choice?" Lawrence asked doubtfully. "Is there any broom more eye-catching than Nimbus 2000?"

"Of course, you'll see it in a couple of days."

"Then I'll wait and see."

Inside the Potions Club, Victor felt relaxed and at ease.

Things weren't so good for Harry.

"Ron, why is this troll chasing us? We haven't offended him, have we?" Harry asked, slightly out of breath.

“How should I know?” Ron was in an equally bad mood.

“Headbands, your headbands!” Hermione warned urgently, “The trolls are staring at your headbands, throw them off right now.”

"No."

Harry and Ron both refused Hermione's request.

Throwing off the headscarf would be tantamount to exposing his bald head to Hermione, and perhaps other students and professors who would arrive later.

That would be too embarrassing; Harry would rather be hit by a troll than lose his headscarf.

Just as Harry firmly refused.

Hermione cried out in alarm, "The stairs have turned, Harry! There's no way forward!"

"What."

Harry looked up at the empty staircase and the impossibly high ground. If he fell down there, he would surely die a horrible death.

Why did Hogwarts design such complicated staircases? Couldn't they just stay in one place?

Harry couldn't stop complaining in his mind.

"Take off your headscarves, Harry."

As the troll drew ever closer, Harry suddenly realized that the hood wasn't such an important thing; survival was the real priority.

Harry didn't hesitate to rip off his headscarf, revealing a bald head.