Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Chapter 50 Two legendary wizards will serve you.

"Be careful."

The leading dark wizard pushed open the door, triggering the defensive magic Rozier had set up, and was thrown back by the magic.

At the back door of the house, a pre-planned dark figure flashed by. The speed wasn't fast, but the rapid breathing sounded so hurried.

The newcomer's face lit up with joy; the old man was indeed hiding inside.

The next second, a pre-recorded voice caused everyone's expressions to change drastically.

"If you won't let me have a good time, then I'll destroy this thing."

Damn it!

Without time to think, all the wizards rushed in. If the old man destroyed their things, they would truly have lost everything.

We must stop that old man.

After all the wizards had entered the house, the Serpent Demon suddenly raised its head from the snow, and the Blood Oath in its mouth emitted a dazzling red light.

Hogwarts, Nurmengard.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald both sensed the call of the Blood Oath and sought to borrow their magic.

PS: You can force a draw even if you don't have a blood alliance, but the cooldown time will be doubled.

The two of them were stunned for a second. Blood alliances had this function? How come he didn't know?

The two then simultaneously agreed, wanting to know what would happen.

After Dumbledore and Grindelwald agreed, two phantoms, one red and one blue, made of magic appeared above the Serpent Demon. The powerful magical fluctuations startled not only the nine dark wizards in the house, but also Witt and Rozier, who were hiding in the tunnel.

Fire shield protects you.

The God of Fire cleared the way.

The flames that blotted out the sky destroyed everything in sight with overwhelming force.

Those nine dark wizards were truly fortunate. Two legendary wizards, standing at the pinnacle of both the righteous and the evil worlds, were simultaneously attacking them. Such good fortune was a once-in-a-millennium occurrence.

Flames raged, and Rozier, hiding underground, felt as if all the air had been sucked away, leaving him with a suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe.

"Kid, who are you?"

Such a powerful magical artifact would be a family heirloom in any pure-blooded family; how could they possibly allow a child to carry it around everywhere?

Unless his entire family is dead.

Ah!

Rozier tilted his head, as if it wasn't impossible.

Witt noticed that Rozier's gaze was becoming increasingly strange, and he couldn't help but clench his fist.

Fortunately, Rozier only stared at Witt for two seconds before looking away.

Rozier: Even if the entire Witt family were dead, what would that have to do with him?

If Rozier were younger, he might not have been so interested, but now, at this age, Rozier has only one dream in his heart.

Everything else is none of his business.

Seeing Rozier look away, Witt breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to fight with him unless absolutely necessary.

Who knows what kind of tricks this black wizard, wanted by dozens of countries, might have up his sleeve?

Everyone gets along peacefully. Once we get out, you go your sunny path, and I'll cross my narrow bridge. How perfect!

Why risk your life for nothing?

After a long while, the flames subsided, and Vitra pulled Rozier out of the tunnel entrance, breathing in the fresh air.

The Serpent Demon remained on standby at a distance, in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

Seeing the empty ground with a layer of soil scraped off, Witt said quite simply, "Mr. Rozier, the matter is resolved. Please show me the way to the nearest Ministry of Magic. We'll part ways here."

"Wait a moment."

Rozier coughed twice and said weakly, "Aren't you trying to kill me by leaving a lonely old man like me here?"

Witt: You didn't say this when you rejected me a day ago.

"Don't be so nervous." Rozier plopped down on the ground, pulled a small silver box from inside his clothes, and waved his wand. The box quickly expanded to the size of a suitcase.

Rozier then opened the box and slowly climbed inside.

"This is impossible." Witt stared wide-eyed, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.

As we all know, a suitcase that has been enchanted with the Invisible Stretch Charm cannot be shrunk. Otherwise, why would Newt carry a suitcase all over the world and get into trouble with customs?

Why not just use a shrinking spell to put the box into your pocket?

When others inspect it, they say it's an unopenable craft item.

What Rozier is doing now is completely overturning the magical common sense that Witt learned at Hogwarts.

"Come in," Rozier's voice came from inside the box.

"I'm not going to make things difficult for you."

Witt hesitated for two seconds before decisively turning and leaving in response to Rozier's invitation.

Whatever's inside is none of his business. The less he knows, the safer he is. We'll never meet again.

Three minutes later, Rozier, who had been sitting in the box waiting in vain, crawled out and was met with an empty ground and a line of receding footprints.

Rozier o('^｀)o

Are all young wizards these days so wary?

People's hearts are no longer what they used to be. ...

Helpless, Rozier could only come out of the box, wave his wand, summon a broom from the box, mount the broom, carry the box, and follow the footprints.

How far can Witt go in three minutes?

Before long, Rozier caught up with Vittoria.

“Mr. Rozier,” Witt said somewhat warily, “I don’t think I owe you anything, nor do I have any conflict of interest. Wouldn’t it be better if we parted ways here?”

"Don't you want to know what I'm talking about?" Rozier asked, unwilling to give up.

"No," Witt replied decisively.

"You're not even a little tempted by something that could lead to a group of dark wizards hunting you down across borders?" Rozier continued to tempt him.

“Not at all,” Witt replied without hesitation.

"Don't you want to know how to get to the Ministry of Magic the most recent place?" Rozier's lips began to twitch.

“I don’t want to…” Witt answered habitually, then suddenly realized what he meant.

It's still necessary to know about the recent developments at the Ministry of Magic.

So Witt changed his previous tough stance and said politely, "Please give me your guidance, Mr. Rozier."

Rozier (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

He's broken down, he's broken down.

However, this only strengthened Rozier's resolve to entrust that item to Witt.

Let me tell you a story.

“Mr. Rozier,” Witt urged politely, “please get to the point, I’m in a hurry.”

This kid definitely doesn't have any family.

Rozier took a deep breath and sighed softly, "What I stole from those black wizards was a corpse, the corpse of a Zouwu that had lived for a thousand years."

"The Zouwu's ability is to traverse space. Their fur helps them stabilize the surrounding spatial turbulence when traversing space, ensuring that they will not split apart even if they traverse space aimlessly."

"A leather trunk made of Zouwu leather is the best material for casting the Seamless Stretch Spell."

"The leather trunk in my hand is made from the leather of a Zouwu that died naturally after three hundred years. Its internal space is extremely stable. Even if it is shrunk with a shrinking spell, there will be no rebound spell or spatial collapse."

"And that Zouwu, I don't know what kind of opportunity it had, lived for a full thousand years."

"Do you know what this means? It means that I might be able to create a Treasure Chest that can hold the Traceless Stretch Charm, just like a real world."

"This is a great thing that could change the history of the magical world."

"But those damned guys, just because I didn't pay enough, they wanted to sell such a precious thing to someone else to make carpets."

"carpet!"

Rozier's eyes were bloodshot as he growled furiously, "I negotiated with them for a long time, and even offered to write an IOU, but they still disagreed because they needed cash to make up for their cash flow problems."

"Finally, I took action, killed the contact I'd been working with for decades, and seized the goods."

Chapter 51 Serving Two Generations of Dark Lords, Bearing the Wanted List of Eighteen Countries

“I remember the Rozier family is one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, they should be quite wealthy, right?” Witt asked curiously.

Rozier scoffed: "If Grindelwald had succeeded back then, we certainly wouldn't be short of money."

"But he failed, and retreated into Nurmengard in self-pity, leaving behind a mess."

"I had to become a dark wizard to do my part for my family."

“If you want to hear it, forget it.” Rozier suddenly grinned. “I don’t want to tell you right now. Let’s get down to business!”

"You came to me for a seamless stretching box with enough space," Rozier said softly. "If my experiment succeeds, the size of that box will definitely not disappoint you."

"If you promise me one thing, I'll give you this box for free once it's finished."

"what's up."

Witt was indeed very interested in the seamless stretch box made of thousand-year-old Zouwu skin, but he still needed to hear the requirements first.

"To clear my name."

Rozier said loudly, "I will send you all the data and information, along with the box."