Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"Thank you."

Harry's tone was somewhat complicated. To be honest, Witt's behavior, which was almost humiliating, was indeed unpleasant, especially since Harry, as a Gryffindor, was the very person Witt was humiliating.

The feeling of disgust increased exponentially.

But it was Victor who saved him at the most crucial moment.

Harry's feelings right now are incredibly complicated.

Chapter 45 Division Slave

"Friendship first, competition second."

Witt carefully inspected the fire bolts, and after confirming that they were undamaged, he came to Harry and reached out to help him up.

"I just want to win a few more points for the House within the rules. If you don't like it, then please remember that I am a Slytherin, the Slytherin that Ron calls a gathering place for villains."

"Bad guys always have to do bad things."

"Perhaps this will make you feel better."

Harry was extremely puzzled by Witt's teasing. At his age, he couldn't understand why Witt would call him a bad guy so easily.

It's important to know that Draco never considered himself a bad guy; when he did bad things, he even felt like he was doing something glorious.

Harry didn't know what to say about Witt's behavior, but he instinctively felt that Witt wasn't that bad.

As Harry fell silent, Madam Hooch, Wood... followed by McGonagall and all the Gryffindor students, all rushed over.

"Oh! Harry, I'm so glad you're alright."

McGonagall first hugged Harry, then let go and looked him over carefully.

After confirming that Harry had only suffered minor injuries, he turned around.

McGonagall had mixed feelings about Witt, but she still said, "For Witt's heroic act, Slytherin gets twenty points."

McGonagall's voice automatically transformed in Witt's mind.

Ding dong, you have a new treasure chest to claim.

His face immediately lit up with a smile.

McGonagall (ヾ?■_■)

This kid is really obsessed with scores.

A strange yet inexplicably fitting phrase popped into McGonagall's mind: Witt valued his college points more than his life.

"Can we continue the game?" Mrs. Hooch asked, seeing that Harry was alright.

Getting injured in a Quidditch match is perfectly normal, and since Harry is alright, she definitely has to ask him about it.

"I think the match should be over by now."

Witt took the golden snitch out of his pocket and released it lightly.

Just as Harry landed, Witt casually snatched the Snitch from his hand.

Why do you think he dared to be so reckless? It's because he saw Harry being cursed by Quirrell and unable to even hold a broom properly. Such a golden opportunity, he had to earn as many points as possible.

Now that Harry has suddenly fallen, the match will most likely be interrupted for a while before resuming.

If we don't get the Golden Snitch now, we'll have to search for it all over again when the game restarts.

What if Harry's luck suddenly kicks in and he manages to catch the Golden Snitch?

Witt was unwilling to take any risks. The reason he was so arrogant just now was because Harry was under Quirrell's control and unable to cause him any trouble, which is why he acted so recklessly.

Commonly known as taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

Friendship comes first to ghosts. If I win, then friendship is truly the most important thing. If I lose, then forget about friendship.

Seeing the Golden Snitch in Victor's hand, Harry felt a mix of disappointment and inexplicable gratitude.

If it weren't for saving him, Witt could have stalled a little longer, allowing Slytherin to score a few more points before finally catching the Golden Snitch.

With the Firebolt's performance far exceeding that of the Light Wheel Two Thousand, coupled with Witt's own skills, he was fully capable of doing this.

Only to save him did we have no choice but to capture the Golden Thief ahead of time.

Harry felt that his current thoughts would certainly be despised by Wood and all the Gryffindor players, but they were indeed his true thoughts.

Harry thought for a long time, trying out all sorts of words, from bad to good. Victor was really... Harry thought for a long time, trying out all sorts of words.

In the end, all the descriptions came down to one word: Witt was really a Slytherin.

Upon seeing the golden thief in Witt's hand, Madam Hooch paused for half a second before loudly announcing.

"Witt caught the Golden Snitch, Slytherin wins."

220 to zero.

Slytherin narrowly defeated Gryffindor.

Wood felt as if all his energy had been drained away. The stadium was filled with the cheers of the Slytherin students, and he didn't even dare to look up at the scoreboard.

"I thought I was going to get beaten even worse." George's tone was still optimistic. Although he didn't want to lose the game, the match just now was not a game at all, but pure torture.

The Golden Snitch is in the opponent's hands. If they dare to fight back, they will lose the game instantly. If they don't fight back, they can only watch helplessly as the opponent's score rises higher and higher.

“It’s so good that it’s over.” Fred wholeheartedly agreed with George.

"Shut up." Wood really wanted to yell at the Weasley twins, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. He could only sullenly pound his head.

In contrast to the sighs and lamentations in Gryffindor, Slytherin was filled with laughter and joy.

Viter was surrounded by people like a hero, everyone wanted to hug him, and some older female students thought he was cute and wanted to pinch his cheeks.

Fortunately, Victor was strong; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to escape when he was squeezed so tightly.

In any case, Witt became famous, and the Firebolt became the talk of the school.

Everyone was talking about Witt and his broom.

Back in the common room, Draco ran up to Witt with a smug look on his face; heaven knows how much he had enjoyed himself in Gryffindor.

The sight of those Gryffindors, especially Ron and Harry, looking utterly dejected, was a source of immense pleasure for Draco.

The only minor drawback is...

“Witt, you shouldn’t have saved Harry. You just let him fall like that.” Draco’s tone revealed undisguised malice.

Are you sure?

Witt turned his head and asked softly, "Are you really sure you hate Harry that much? Can you imagine Harry dying?"

“Of course I…” Draco thought he could answer easily, but his brain responded with a blank.

"Describe it properly, describe how Harry died, describe the scene after Harry's death."

"If you really wanted Harry to die, you could imagine the intoxicating and delightful scene," Witt said in a low voice.

Seeing Draco remain silent, Witt gently patted his shoulder and walked away calmly.

Witt didn't expect his words to make Draco realize his true feelings; he only hoped that Draco would come to him less often about Harry's affairs in the future.

You like to cause trouble, but you're unhappy when you get frustrated. There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Honestly, if it weren't for the possibility of needing Lucius's help in the future, and the fact that the relationship between Witt and Snape was only so-so, requiring Draco to act as a mediator, then...

Witt really didn't want to talk to Draco.

That said, Draco is very easy to please; a few flattering words are enough to make him lose his bearings.

Currently, Vittoria and Draco maintain a relationship that is neither too close nor too distant.

If there's something to discuss, I'll try to get close to you; otherwise, we'll just do our own thing. I can say a few words along with what you're saying, but if you really want me to do what you say, that's impossible.

Unless he needed Draco's help like he did at the start of the school year, Witt would at most give verbal approval and flatter him a few times, but he would absolutely not actually do anything.

We Slytherin don't do business at a loss.

Chapter 46 Blood Alliance

Four treasure chests.

This was the first time Witt had received four treasure chests at once since enrolling at Hogwarts.

He's really regretting it now. Why didn't he set a pity system? You can't make a single-player game completely random.

People are always so contradictory. When he was designing the game, Witt thought the pure randomness setting was really interesting. In this chaotic world, he was still able to stick to his own ideas and make the game purely random without setting a pity system. He is simply a model pioneer in the game industry.

But now that Witt has become a player...

What the heck? Did the game designer get kicked in the head by a donkey? What era are we living in that they're still doing pure randomness? Wouldn't it be better for the zombies of the old days to just stay in their graves? Why do they have to come out and disgust people?

In short, I deeply regret it.

After making a few self-criticisms, Witte, as usual, began to pray to the gods and offer sacrifices.

Since James was pulled last time, Dumbledore seems to have lost his appeal. Witt sacrificed a lot of things, including Dumbledore's crooked nose, but still couldn't get anything good.

Instead, they received a Slytherin Chocolate Frog card.

This is a rare card; Draco begged Witt to buy it for five Galleons.

Aside from the magic stone powder, this card is the most valuable thing Witt has ever gotten.

It's also pathetic.

Hopefully, these four treasure chests won't suffer the same fate as their predecessors.

Dumbledore is useless; this time, let's find someone else to sacrifice.

Merlin above, Witt prayed earnestly: I would give up Grindelwald's lifetime of infertility in exchange for my shipment today.

open!

Magic stone powder.

One box of Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans.

Blood alliance.