Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"If you want to learn Animagus, you'll have to wait until I open the Animagus Magic Memory Bottle from the Pig Academy in the treasure chest."

"That's a gold-quality magic, the drop rate is ridiculously low."

"If you don't work hard, at my current rate of acquiring treasure chests, it will probably take me more than twenty years to draw this magic. By then, Qiu Zhang's child will be about the age to start school."

"But I don't care, it's up to you how you think about it."

“To be honest,” Witt said in a low voice, “I really think that even if you learn Animagus, the chances of you and Cho Chang getting together are slim. Maybe you should just give up.”

“I’ll adjust your schedule. Eight hours is too long, how about six hours? Six hours a day, and once I extract the magic memory bottle and add the time you spend learning magic, it will be just in time for Qiu Zhang’s wedding. Maybe we can even attend her wedding.”

"It can be considered a dream come true."

Witt's tone was so sincere that James was furious. "Six hours? Who do you think you are?"

"Sixteen hours a day, sixteen hours a day. Fill my schedule right now."

"I'm sure I can get Animagus magic before Cho Chang graduates."

“Let’s get this straight,” James said with the last shred of his sanity. “I’ll only go as far as I pull out the Animagus.”

“Don’t worry.” Witt agreed readily: “As long as I draw Animagus, this schedule will be immediately invalidated.”

"Not only that, I'll also give you a year off. After that, your working hours will not exceed six hours a day. I guarantee you ample benefits."

Witt, the designer of the Pig Academy, knew all too well the odds of getting lucky with the gacha pulls.

Once the golden Animagus is drawn, Witt's crew will have at least ten character cards, so there will be no need to keep chasing after James.

After all, Witt wasn't some kind of devil; he wouldn't use his subordinates to the point of exhaustion.

You mean James...

Jaime's timing was too unfortunate; he couldn't match Serpent Demon's talent, nor could he match Hagrid's strength.

He can't defend the home base and can't be the main card holder, so he's just unlucky.

Chapter 44 Quidditch Match

After Halloween, the weather grew colder and colder, and Snape's temper became increasingly irritable.

Perhaps because of his injured leg, even Victor now dares not look Snape in the eye.

Fortunately, the Quidditch match was about to begin, and Hogwarts canceled today's classes, so students didn't have to attend Potions class.

Witt dressed and walked onto the field with a fire crossbow in his hand.

Not to mention the students, even Mrs. Hooch, who was a Quidditch referee, couldn't help but take a few more glances at the Firebolt.

“It’s that broom, Harry,” George whispered, “Witt raves about it, claiming it can dominate the game.”

"Fred and I will keep a close eye on him and restrict his movements. We probably won't have the energy to keep an eye on you then."

“Harry, you’ll have to face the attack of two of their batters by yourself.”

Although the exact specifications of the Firebolt are unknown, the information available is enough to make the Gryffindor team consider Witt a core threat.

Normally, a batter should have both offensive and defensive responsibilities, protecting the seeker and all players, but Wood told George and Fred to only focus on Witt.

Quidditch is ultimately a sport for seven people, and Wood believes that no matter how strong an individual's ability is, if they are targeted, they can definitely be limited.

But Wood will soon retract his words.

"Please hop on your flying brooms."

Mrs. Hooch blew her silver whistle loudly, and fifteen brooms sprang up from the ground, marking the start of the competition.

As a referee, Mrs. Hooch also needs to fly up and mediate disputes in a timely manner.

The moment the whistle blew, Witt began to accelerate. The fire bolt could accelerate to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds, with a top speed of over 200 miles per hour.

The limit for a 1000-speed light wheel is 100 kilometers per hour, and the limit for a 2000-speed light wheel is 130 kilometers per hour.

This speed gap is enough to drive anyone to despair.

Almost in a flash, Witt broke through George and Fred's defense with a strong and domineering style, hovering high in the sky.

His eyes scanned the entire field, trying to spot the Golden Snitch.

For Victor now, finding the Golden Snitch is far more difficult than catching it.

Finding a Golden Snitch the size of a ping-pong ball that flies incredibly fast in such a large Quidditch stadium is indeed very troublesome.

“George.” Fred’s face was no longer smiling; he said gravely, “I feel this game is in jeopardy.”

George nodded in agreement: "That broom was simply foul."

"Now I know why Witt was so sure that Firebolt could dominate the game."

"Harry, it's up to you. We'll try our best to buy you some time, although we don't know how long we can."

George and Fred spread out to the left and right, hitting the ball hard, trying to cause trouble for Witt.

But this was destined to be in vain.

The speed of the fire bolts is far superior to that of the moving ball.

Moreover, Witt now possesses James's reflexes, making it virtually impossible to hit him with such a large ball.

Where exactly is the Golden Thief?

Witt began to circle the field on his broomstick, keeping a close eye on Harry out of the corner of his eye.

If Harry discovers the Golden Snitch before him, Witt can still catch up and snatch it away.

In the stands, after Witt effortlessly evaded all of the Weasley twins' attacks as he traversed the Gryffindor team's formation with almost complete disregard, the Slytherin cheers erupted in waves.

Even the words on the Slytherin banner were magically transformed into Wirt's name.

The atmosphere in Gryffindor, however, was extremely tense.

“That broom.” Li Jordan didn’t even have time to look at his favorite girl, Angelina; his eyes were fixed on the broom that Witt was sitting on.

"It's practically a demon king."

"I really wish Harry had a sword, so he could..."

“Jordan,” McGonagall sternly reprimanded Lee Jordan for his remarks.

But behind her stern demeanor, McGonagall was incredibly nervous, having already given up hope for the outcome of the match.

"I'm sorry, Professor... wait, no!" Li Qiaodan had just finished apologizing when he suddenly let out a loud shout.

“Witt had spotted the Golden Snitch and gave chase, almost unstoppable, getting closer and closer... closer and closer, and he reached out his hand.”

"The match... oh, what is he doing?"

Lee Jordan shouted, "Witt gave up catching the Golden Snitch! He followed right behind it, so close he could have caught it, yet he did nothing. What is he trying to...?"

"Slytherin scored! Ten points!"

While everyone's attention was focused on the Golden Snitch, Marcus seized the opportunity and scored to win ten points.

Witt gave Marcus a thumbs up and continued to follow the thief closely, even though he could easily catch him, he just wouldn't.

Quidditch scores have a carryover mechanism; the larger the score difference, the more points are accumulated.

The higher the probability of winning the Quidditch Academy Cup.

At the same time, the score difference in a Quidditch match will be divided by ten and then the House score will be added.

In addition to the fixed fifty points for winning the game, extra points are awarded.

With each additional goal scored, Slytherin would gain an extra point, and with victory now in their grasp, Witt naturally hoped that Slytherin would score as many goals as possible.

With Witt repeatedly failing to catch the Golden Snitch despite having the opportunity, and Slytherin seizing the chance to score five more goals, all the Gryffindor players, including the Gryffindor spectators on the field, were furious.

“Humiliation, this is the humiliation of Chiloulou.”

"Professor McGonagall, please say something!" Li Jordan tugged at McGonagall's clothes, his tone extremely forceful.

McGonagall remained silent, carefully recalling all the Quidditch rules, but couldn't find any that applied to the current situation.

“The rules of Quidditch do not prohibit this.” Although Mrs. Hooch also disliked this behavior, as the referee, she still made a fair judgment.

"Witt's actions were compliant and legal, and the match proceeded normally."

Porter.

In desperation, all the people of Gryffin focused their attention on their savior, Potter.

What is Porter doing now?

Potter's broom is dancing.

Harry gripped the broom tightly; he could barely keep his balance and nearly fell off several times.

How could they possibly have the ability to chase the Golden Snitch?

"Harry, what are you doing?" Wood roared angrily after Slytherin scored again, bringing the score to 70-0.

With Witt able to catch the Golden Snitch at any moment, the Gryffindor players simply couldn't concentrate, while Harry was so engrossed in that he couldn't even hold a broom properly.

How could this not disappoint Wood?

Hearing Wood's accusatory roar, Harry, already flustered, instinctively looked up to explain. As his attention shifted, the strength in his hands involuntarily lessened.

Harry fell off the broom.

At that moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats. Wood's face turned pale instantly, and feelings of worry and regret flashed through his mind.

Harry couldn't have done it on purpose. Falling from that height would either kill or cripple you; no one would be that stupid.

Some timid students covered their faces in fear. McGonagall and Flitwick drew their wands at the same time. Snape was a beat slower because he was about to cast a spell to protect Harry, but he also drew his wand.

At this critical moment, a streak of light pierced through the Quidditch pitch.

Witt grabbed Harry's protective suit from behind, and the immense force of the fall caused the Firebolt to lose its balance and spin several times in the air.

It fell towards the ground.

Fortunately, Witt managed to switch to Haig's card in time, and when he fell to the ground, he managed to brace himself with his hands to prevent the fire bolt from hitting the ground and breaking.

Harry was also thrown off balance, but thanks to Victor catching him, he wasn't seriously injured and was generally unharmed.

Mrs. Hodge suddenly blew her whistle, and the game was paused.