Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

History tells Witt that getting into the Ministry of Magic is nowhere near as fast as getting in through connections.

Whether or not he goes to school, the Serpent Demon's talent is undeniable. Even if he becomes a dark wizard, he will be the strongest dark wizard.

You mean Voldemort.

There's only one Voldemort, but two Werthers. It's such a simple arithmetic that it's two to one. Do we even need to calculate it?

After listening to Witt's words, York remained silent for a while before saying, "Then I'll just drink the medicine that's supposed to cure me, but I'll skip the white cinnamon."

“If my cattle or sheep get injured, I’ll call a veterinarian. If they can’t be treated, I’ll just slaughter them. There’s no need to take that risk.”

"Whatever you say."

As long as Yorke takes his medicine, Witt doesn't care about anything else.

York uses White Dictamnus Flavoring whenever it wants, and doesn't use it when it doesn't.

Witt had no interest in speaking up for cattle and sheep; he was only interested in salting them.

Christmas.

Witt rented a poor owl to help him deliver his gifts.

Professor Slughorn's pineapple preserves and mead, Professor Snape's gurgling spirit, Lawrence's euphoria, and Draco's Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

In short, they gave away all the Wittes they could.

Even Harry received a box of chocolate frogs from Victor.

The box was full of these snacks, too many to eat, and too much time and effort to sell at a stall, so Victor had no choice but to give them away.

Every student at Hogwarts who had even met Witt once and whose name they could recall was eligible.

After a busy day, Mr. Owl was so tired that his wings were almost broken, and several times he wanted to sneak up on Victor and bite him.

The gifts on the ground were finally swept away.

"Cuckoo."

The owl glared angrily at Witt, vowing that even if it were so poor that it had to hunt mice in the wild, it would never work for Witt again.

This person clearly didn't intend for it to live.

"Don't be angry." Witt handed over a piece of fresh beef and coaxed gently, "It's just that your owl rental company was so busy during Christmas that when I went there, there was only one left, and I couldn't rent more than I wanted."

The owl swallowed the beef whole and walked away without looking back, clearly not having forgiven Witt.

I should buy my own owl; it would be much more convenient for delivering mail. There's really no need to skimp on this little bit of money.

Witt got up, stretched, washed his hands, and prepared to eat.

It's Christmas, and York is cooking today. The main dish is a giant turkey.

As for the taste, Vittoria can only say it's best not to have any expectations.

But sometimes it's not about the taste of food, it's about the mood, and that's what today's Christmas dinner was like.

After dinner, Witt cleared all the plates off the table and sat on the sofa to watch his favorite TV show with Grandpa York.

"We're leaving tomorrow, can't we stay a few days longer?" Grandpa York said, sounding a little annoyed.

Witt said apologetically, "Professor Slughorn said that person only goes back to England for a few days during Christmas. If we don't go now, we won't be able to find him after a while."

The Unseen Stretch Charm is a very difficult spell and is restricted by the Ministry of Magic.

Witt requires a large space, and very few people can provide this kind of customized service, so you have to go to his home in person to ask him to come.

Note: The seemingly large scenes inside Newt's trunk are actually textures; Newt just handled them very carefully, they are not actually large.

It is precisely because of the confined space that those magical creatures were able to escape.

Chapter 48 Is this still in China?

In the north of Great Britain, deep within a narrow crevice formed by barren mountains and strange rocks.

There stood a strangely shaped house, resembling a human head, with a long tongue dragging out of the doorway, sending chills down one's spine.

The person who lives here must be a guy with a really weird personality.

Witt straightened his clothes and politely stepped forward to knock on the door.

"who."

A wary voice came from inside the door, and there were also faint sounds of something being moved.

“Virt Booz was introduced by Professor Slughorn.”

Perhaps it was Witt's youthful voice, or perhaps it was because of Slughorn, but in any case, the door opened three minutes later.

Before Witt could even see what the other person looked like, he noticed a pair of sinister and cold eyes.

Upon entering the room, Victor found it to be surprisingly tidy.

Everything was neatly arranged, except for a few small parts scattered on the table, which looked like the clasps on a suitcase.

“Mr. Rozier,” Witt said obediently as he sat down, “Professor Slughorn should have told you that I have come here hoping you can help me make a trunk, a leather trunk that can hold a small village.”

“No time,” Garth Rozier said without even looking up.

Those three words silenced Witte's rest of his thoughts, but Witte didn't want to give up; the suitcase was very useful to him.

"If it's a matter of time, I can wait. If it's a matter of compensation, I think this should satisfy you."

Witt took out a bottle of Philosopher's Stone powder and gently placed it on the table.

This is the most sincerity Witte can offer. If that doesn't work, Witte will have no choice but to find a way to learn it on his own.

Creating an oversized space suitcase requires more than just spells.

The main body of the suitcase must be made of the hide of a magical creature, and kneaded with a special potion. The rivets on the edge metal must be made of fairy magic silver, which serves to fix the space and enhance stability.

There are also a whole host of various details.

Only then can a stable and durable leather case be manufactured.

If you summon Dumbledore, he'll be tugging at his beard and pondering for ages.

If Witt doesn't want the contents of his suitcase to be pulverized by the sudden collapse of the space, he must be extremely careful.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

"No time." Rozier still didn't look up, and didn't even look at what Witt had taken out.

Seeing this, Witt knew in his heart that there was really no hope.

"Then I won't bother you any longer, sir. Farewell."

Witt got up and went to the door, just as he was about to go out, when the Serpent Demon suddenly issued a warning.

"Hiss~ (Someone's coming, and quite a few of them.)"

Through the peephole, Witt saw four wizards, each holding a wand, approaching him.

He clearly has ill intentions.

“Mr. Rozier,” Witt said helplessly as he retreated back into the house, “There are people surrounding this place outside. I don’t think I can leave for the time being.”

Those wizards were clearly after Rozier; Witt had been dragged into an undeserved disaster.

At this moment, Rozier finally raised his head, waved his wand, and a panoramic 3D image appeared on the table, showing the scene around the cabin.

As you can see, there are thirteen wizards surrounding the area completely.

Hold on to me.

Before Rozier could answer, he grabbed Witt's hand, and then Witt felt himself being pulled into a long tunnel, being squeezed and shaken, until he finally vomited.

"Cough, cough, cough." Witt coughed for a while, then looked around. "Where am I? Is this still England?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hold on to me."

Witt was led by Rozier, and after using the door key and Apparition, he went through several transfers before finally stopping in front of a new room full of heads.

Rozier roughly threw Witt inside and whispered, "Stay here and don't do anything unnecessary. If they catch you, no one can save you."

After saying that, he slipped away, giving Witt no time to react.

"What kind of mess is this?"

Speechless, Witt found a sofa and sat down.

He just wanted to customize a box; although it's illegal, there's no need to go to such lengths.

After finding the teapot in the room and pouring himself a glass of water, Witt began to calmly think about the problem.

Although Rozier's attitude was terrible, he certainly didn't mean him any harm. Otherwise, he would have just left him in the room instead of taking him with him.

But Witt wasn't sure if the house was safe.

If even such secluded houses can be found in the UK, then this house might very well be safe from trouble.

Staying here is gambling with your life.

The problem is, going out rashly would probably be even more dangerous.

All the movies and TV shows that Witt watched in his previous life proved one thing: disobedient and reckless teammates are more hateful than villains.

Witt didn't want to be a liability, and Rozier wasn't the kind of righteous mentor who would risk his life to save him.

and so.

"Serpent Demon, go out and scout out the surrounding area."

Serpent Demon: "Ah!"

Going out was out of the question, but they couldn't stay inside completely unaware of the outside world either. Victor decided to send the Serpent Demon out to scout ahead.

"Master, it's winter outside, minus twenty degrees Celsius. I am a snake."

The Serpent Demon didn't want to complain, but Vittor was really inhuman, so he could only protest a little.

“You’re a magical creature, you won’t freeze to death, just bear with it,” Witt asked, trying to reason with him.

The serpent demon refused to answer Witt's question and withdrew its head, shrinking into Witt's clothes.

Why should he tolerate it? If he goes out for half an hour, he'll be frozen solid.