Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

White Fresh Flavoring.

As the four boxes opened simultaneously, Witt's gaze instantly focused on the only item emitting a purple light.

The blood oath between Dumbledore and Grindelwald!

One of the strongest artifacts in the early game, it can randomly borrow the magic of Dumbledore or Grindelwald to unleash a powerful attack.

Extremely large coverage area, a screen clearing marvel.

The only downside is the long cool-down time; it takes a long time to cool down after each use before you can use it again.

It's unclear how long the cooldown time is in the real world. Witt wanted to try it out with the Blood Oath, but he was worried that the cooldown time was too long. If he used it now and then needed to use it later, the Blood Oath wouldn't be ready and he wouldn't be able to use it, which would be ridiculous.

Moreover, he was currently at Hogwarts Castle, and Witt remembered that his powerful attack in the game was actually a fire shield and a fire god's path.

Under Dumbledore's watchful eye at Hogwarts, it would be difficult to explain which magical Wirt appeared.

"I'll save it for when I have the chance," Witt thought, putting away the blood oath and continuing his reading and studying.

Witt didn't know.

The moment the Blood Pact appeared, Hogwarts, Nurmengard, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald all looked up at the same time, their eyes meeting for the first time in half a century.

Dumbledore even suspected he was under a Confusion Charm and his senses were playing tricks on him, but no matter how he waved his wand to dispel the spell, that familiar feeling persisted.

Blood oath, the blood oath with Grindelwald.

"How could this be?" Dumbledore gripped the Elder Wand tightly. He had witnessed the destruction of the Blood Pact with his own eyes; how could it possibly reappear?

In that instant, Dumbledore was so agitated that he wanted to fly directly to Nurmengard to find Grindelwald and get to the bottom of things.

After hesitating for a long time, Dumbledore did not take any action.

Whether before or after the Blood Pact was broken, it was Dumbledore who betrayed the alliance.

He was the one who wanted to end the relationship first.

It wasn't that Dumbledore didn't care about the relationship, but rather that he had things he cared about more, and greater interests at stake.

Go see Grindelwald?

After arriving, I was forcibly taken control of by the Blood Alliance, and then...

That's too dangerous; Dumbledore can't take that risk right now.

Nymungard, Grindelwald also stood up, even though he was now over a hundred years old and his body had been completely hollowed out by half a century of imprisonment.

The handsome face was long gone, leaving only a skeleton-like body.

Even standing up seemed so difficult.

But if he were willing, if he were willing to leave Nurmengard, Grindelwald had countless ways to restore his body and prolong his life.

just.

Grindelwald staggered a step, then smiled and lay back down.

Dumbledore hadn't written to him in a long time; he wasn't even willing to send some parchment. But this letter was more precious than any letter he had ever received before combined.

Despite the thin blanket he was wearing and the heavy snow falling outside, Grindelwald still felt confident that he would get a warm and restful sleep tonight.

*

December, Christmas is just around the corner.

Most of the students at Hogwarts were packing up their belongings, preparing to go home and spend Christmas with their families.

Only a small number of students choose to stay on campus for various reasons.

Of course, Victor couldn't stay at school. He had already checked his belongings and decided to go home.

Witt had originally planned to take Jaime back with him, but Jaime didn't want to leave. The white croakers inside the castle would be ready to harvest in a little while, and going back would mean missing the best time to pick them.

Having worked so hard on the land for so long, watering, fertilizing, and pest control every day, James really couldn't bear to leave.

With no other option, Witt had to take the Serpent Demon home with him.

At King's Cross station, Grandpa York was already waiting there. When he saw Witt get off the train, he quickly ran over to him.

He grabbed Witt's ear.

"You brat, why do you always reply with 'um,' 'oh,' 'I understand,' or 'I know' when I write to you?"

"Is Hogwarts ink that expensive? Will it kill you to write a few more words?"

Grandpa York grabbed Witt's head without any politeness and shook it violently.

"Stop shaking me, you've already shaken my brains to a crisp." Although Witt could have forcefully broken free from York's grasp, he didn't. Instead, he took out a small wooden box and presented it as a treasure: "Grandpa, won't you take a look at the gift I brought you?"

"Tooth-changing potion, blood-activating potion, bone-strengthening potion."

"Teeth regeneration, blood circulation improvement, and bone strengthening are perfect for treating your toothache and chronic leg pain."

After learning magic, Witt realized why Dumbledore, despite his advanced age, ate candy every day and still had such firm teeth.

Brush your teeth regularly and use a tooth-strengthening potion to keep them healthy. When your teeth really can't take it anymore and you reach the age where they're used, use the potion to replace them with a new set of teeth. Since they only need to be replaced every forty or fifty years, it won't have much of an impact on your health.

Dumbledore's current teeth are the new teeth he got when he was a hundred years old. How could his teeth not be good?

“You have no idea how much effort I put into getting these things,” Witt whispered. “Hurry up and put them away, don’t let the Ministry of Magic see them, it would be bad if they confiscated them.”

"At least you have some conscience." York quickly put away the potion, glanced around furtively to make sure no one had noticed, and then took Witt's hand and left King's Cross Station.

In the car.

After York started the engine, he asked curiously, "You said you wanted to build a greenhouse at home, what was the purpose of that?"

"It took me a lot of effort to run around to a bunch of departments before I finally got the permit."

"The shed is all built, what are you planning to plant?"

“Nothing much,” Victor said casually. “Just some safe and harmless magical plants.”

Jaime is working so hard, Hagrid can't just sit idle forever. He should spend his free time farming and farming as many treasure chests as he can.

The plant Dictamnus dasycarpus is safe and harmless and doesn't move much. Unless a wizard happens to enter the greenhouse, Witt doesn't need to worry about being discovered at all.

Moreover, as a powerful magical creature, the dung of the yak Hagrid is extremely beneficial to the growth of magical plants like White Dew.

Considering the price of dragon dung, Witt felt he had lost over a hundred million over the past decade.

Chapter 47 Christmas

"How's it going at Hogwarts? What magic have you learned? How are your grades?" York asked curiously as he drove.

"Is there even a need to ask?" Witt said smugly. "Your grandson is definitely number one in his grade."

"Magic is something you can learn quickly and master once you start using it, including Quidditch. I'm the youngest Seeker in school now, a real campus celebrity, a big star."

"Have you made any friends?" York asked in a low voice, "The kind of close friends."

"have......"

Before Witt could finish speaking, York interrupted him: "Tell the truth."

No.

Witt's expression changed, and he said with some helplessness, "I can't confide in those people, but there's a retired professor who likes me a lot. Does that count as friendship despite the age gap?"

"A retired professor?"

York asked curiously, "Wizards can retire? That's not bad."

"Have you thought about what you want to do when you grow up? I don't understand things in the magic world, so I can't help you with anything."

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Witt said casually. “Minister of Magic, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Headmaster of Hogwarts—I could take any of those roles.”

"Magic is something I can do with my hands."

"You're exaggerating," York said with a chuckle. "Then show me a spell."

“Uh.” Witt was speechless. He whispered, “The Ministry of Magic does not allow underage wizards to cast spells outside of school, and adults are not allowed to cast spells in front of Muggles.”

"However, I can brew some magic potion for you. White cinnamon essence is quite good. It's especially effective for treating external injuries. If your cows or sheep are injured, just a drop will make them heal immediately."

"I just have to be careful not to let anyone see me, otherwise I might get expelled."

Wizarding law has only one punishment for Muggles: no matter what a Muggle has done, their memories are altered and they are released back into the wild.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't some Muggle-friendly law.

Rather, it is a special law that is high above all others.

If a wizard makes a mistake, the wizard will deal with it. Even if someone in your family dies because of it, you have no right to know the reason. After the memory is erased or altered, you can leave.

The specific trial results and punishments are none of your concern.

Similarly, if a Muggle happens to kill a wizard or does something that harms a wizard, the Ministry of Magic will still erase the Muggle's memory and put him back, regardless of the reason.

No other penalties were imposed.

As for the injured wizard or his family, although you have the memory, you are not allowed to retaliate against that Muggle. If you dare to retaliate, you will be severely punished by the Ministry of Magic's laws.

This is the magical world's attitude towards Muggles: aloof yet strangely fair.

It is precisely because of the Ministry of Magic's treatment of Muggles that most wizards voluntarily stay away from them. Even if they live next door, wizards will not take the initiative to communicate with Muggles.

Arthur, who loves Muggle culture so much, didn't go to Muggles for fun. Instead, he chose to learn about Muggle society through Harry, a wizard who lived in a Muggle family.

The law stipulates that if he is injured in a conflict, you will be punished, but if you are injured, he will be unharmed.

Not only will you have to accept your bad luck, but you might also be ridiculed for a wizard being injured by a Muggle.

At this point, most wizards would naturally choose to stay away from Muggles and avoid causing trouble for themselves.

The laws of the Ministry of Magic both despise Muggles and restrict wizards.

This created a delicate balance, which allowed the secrecy law to remain intact for centuries.

"If you get caught, you'll be expelled." Hearing Witt's words, York suddenly became worried: "What about those potions you gave me before?"

"Ugh, why are you thinking so much!" Witt said irritably. "You drink it at home, and then give me back the bottles and jars. Who will know you drank the potion then?"

"Don't worry about it."

For his grandfather's health, Vitte doesn't care if he gets expelled from school. Does being expelled mean he can't be the Minister of Magic?