Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

“Ron, give me your headscarf, let’s rush over and entangle him. Hermione, you need to figure out a way to turn the stairs back around as quickly as possible.”

In that life-or-death moment, Harry suddenly felt his mind become incredibly sharp and calm.

On the contrary, Hermione became increasingly anxious in the face of this unexpected situation.

"Magic, magic."

What kind of magic can solve the current problem?

Hermione was in a panic, but having only been enrolled for less than half a year, she didn't have that much knowledge to draw upon.

Asking Hermione to create her own magic is clearly asking too much of her.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron have already confronted the troll.

They threw their headscarves at the troll, covering his eyes, and narrowly escaped the troll's wildly swinging club, fleeing behind him.

Ron had barely caught his breath when he heard Harry's exclamation.

Hermione is still there.

Hermione was staring intently at the stairs, completely unaware that the blindfolded giant waving a wooden club was getting closer and closer behind her.

"Behind me, Hermione, behind me!" Harry shouted anxiously and rushed over.

Ignoring the danger, they jumped onto the troll's back, grabbed the wrinkled skin and climbed up, trying to tear off the turban covering the troll's eyes.

The troll continued to swing his club wildly, nearly hitting Harry several times.

This can't go on any longer.

Ron raised his wand, and for some reason, his memories suddenly became incredibly clear.

"Yugadimurleviosa".

The Levitation Charm struck the troll's club precisely, but Ron's strength alone was insufficient.

The giant still gripped the wooden stick tightly, but its swinging motions slowed down somewhat.

“It works.” Ron was overjoyed and shouted, “Hermione, use the Levitation Charm!”

"I know."

Hermione calmed down and waved her wand.

"Yugadimurleviosa".

The second levitation spell hit its target, and with Hermione and Ron working together, they successfully snatched the stick from the troll's hands.

Harry then pulled off the hood covering the troll's head and jumped off the troll.

The giant, whose sight had been restored, stared at his right hand with his small eyes in confusion, waving it twice in the air as if thinking, "Where's my stick? Where's my stick?"

I just had it in my hand.

“Look up there, big guy!” Ron shouted.

The giant raised his head in confusion, and a dark shadow rapidly expanded before his eyes.

A loud thud, a pleasant sound, is a good start.

The giant was struck by his own club and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Just after everything was finished, the staircase returned, bringing with it three professors.

Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape.

The three first looked at the giant, then their gaze was drawn to two shiny heads.

“What kind of tricks are you playing?” McGonagall’s eyes were cold and angry. “Why don’t you just stay in your dorms? Do you know how dangerous this is?”

Harry's excitement at defeating the troll vanished instantly. He secretly pulled up his wizard robes, covered his bald head with his hat, and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"Professor, that's not how it is."

Hermione stepped forward and explained, "Harry and the others have lost all their hair due to a curse, and I saw this kind of spell in the library, which is why I brought them out specifically."

“Professor McGonagall, we never expected to encounter a troll.”

Even though she was carried out by Harry and the others, Hermione took all the blame upon herself. The sound of Harry and Ron bravely charging at the troll was still so vivid in Hermione's mind.

Although he is bald.

But that doesn't matter. What matters is that Hermione felt something she had never felt before in Ron and Harry.

Perhaps this is what friendship is.

Facing disasters together is always the best way to strengthen friendships.

“Even so, you shouldn’t have done that.” Professor McGonagall’s tone softened noticeably. “Alright, you pass.”

"Although it was an accident, you still managed to take down an adult troll and eliminate a risk for Hogwarts."

"Gryffindor gets ten points, and each person gets ten points."

"Go back quickly."

Chapter 42 New Plans

On November 1st, Halloween, a light snow fell from the sky, and Hogwarts, draped in silver, lost some of its mystery and gained more childlike innocence.

In such cold weather, apart from a few students having a snowball fight, most people huddled around the fireplace in the common room to keep warm.

Witt was naturally included as well.

Although you can make a fire in the dormitory, it's just too boring.

Having finally completed Slughorn's test, Witt decided to reward himself with a day off.

The peace was short-lived, as Witt heard the Slytherin prefect roar in anger.

“Whoever is playing with high-quality stones in the common room, I have warned you, I will confiscate all of their stones.”

As is well known, Gobstone sprays foul water at losers, and Slytherin's common room is underground, by the Black Lake.

The ventilation system was the worst among all the colleges.

Whenever someone plays Gobushi in the common room, the stench instantly spreads throughout the entire common room.

It takes several spells to get rid of the stench.

Therefore, playing with Gobblestones is strictly prohibited in the Slytherin common room.

But rules are rules, and there are always people who don't like to follow them and secretly play Gobushi in the common lounge.

At this point, the prefect will step in, and a chaotic chase will begin.

Sure enough, even Slytherin were still a group of teenagers, and they were simply incapable of staying quiet.

*

“Witt, there’s a letter for you, and a huge package outside. Those owls won’t let anyone else claim it; they insist you sign for it yourself.”

Draco covered the red mark on his hand and asked in a low voice, "What's in there? It's not a broom, is it?"

“You guessed right.” Witt made no attempt to hide anything and said directly, “Firebolt, the best and fastest broom in the magic world today, handcrafted, with fairy silver inlaid at the end of the broom.”

"The fire bolt is perfectly suited to any weather conditions."

Draco grew increasingly eager to see what the broom that Witte had touted so highly looked like.

Seeing that Draco's interest had been piqued, Witt promptly invited him to join him in receiving the package.

After this year, once he gets the Golden Achievement, he plans to quit Quidditch. Quidditch training is too much of a waste of time and doesn't earn many points, so it's not worth it.

Since Quidditch is no longer being played, there's naturally no need for a broom as good as a Firebolt.

Witt plans to resell the broom to Draco. It's an important broom that helped Slytherin achieve seven consecutive championships, so selling it for the original price isn't unreasonable.

After selling the Firebolts, return the money to Professor Slughorn.

perfect.

If Slughorn doesn't want him to sell the Firebolts, Witt can stay.

In any case, let's lay the groundwork for Draco first, just in case.

As he stepped out of his Gryffindor dormitory, Witt immediately spotted the enormous package that had been delivered by eight owls.

After paying the shipping fee and signing for the package, Witt first picked up Slughorn's letter.

Draco, meanwhile, was excitedly unpacking the package.

Slughorn's first sentence in the letter was a praise of Witte, saying that the extract was absolutely perfect.

There are no flaws whatsoever.

Slughorn was pleased that Witt was willing to try some different recipes instead of rigidly adhering to dogma.

Sticking to books might make you a decent potion maker, but it's unlikely you'll become a true master.

The unicorn hair incident gave him a great deal of inspiration; the formulation of Felix Felicis might become simpler.

The rest can be left to him.

Slughorn has discovered the limits of what Witte can do at this stage; the rest is beyond Witte's control.

At the end of the letter, Slughorn also told Witt that the fire bolts would be sent along with the envelope and would not need to be returned.

With Witte's bottle of extract, he could successfully brew Felix Felicis.

Witt told Slughorn to just take it with a grain of salt and not to take it too seriously.

Having failed so many times just to extract a single solution, Witt really didn't think he could help Slughorn.

The emotional value that these tasks he completed provided to Slughorn far outweighed any practical help.

“It’s so beautiful, Witt.”

Draco opened the package and stared at the fire bolts that looked like works of art.

"How did you get him? Can I ride him?"

"I can't believe there's such a perfect broom in the world, it's so beautiful."

“Let’s wait a while.” Witt waved his wand to reseal the broom and said softly, “This is a secret weapon against Gryffindor. If you ride it around in the sky now, everyone at Hogwarts will know about this broom.”