Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"You need to vindicate me and have my name engraved in every Ministry of Magic and in the history of magic throughout the world."

"Uh, that's it?"

Witt asked curiously, "If your experiment succeeds, you can just send it to the Ministry of Magic and become famous in the wizarding world. You won't need me at all."

Rozier rolled her eyes at him and said in a low voice, "I just showed you my wanted poster."

"The Ministry of Magic will not acknowledge the achievements of a dark wizard, understand?"

“You can remain anonymous…” Witt started to say, but then realized he had said something stupid and quickly stopped.

Rozier's tone instantly turned irritable.

"I've spent my whole life researching, killed my business partner of several decades, been hunted by more than a dozen dark wizards, and risked my life countless times to achieve this result, and you want me to remain anonymous?"

"Calm down, calm down," Witt quickly reassured the other person, fearing that they might lose their temper and explode at him.

“This is indeed a merit you deserve, but,” Witt asked, puzzled, “why was I chosen?”

“Such a big matter, you can discuss it with your family members. There’s no need to come to me.”

“The family!” Rozier sighed and said slowly, “After two failed bets in just a hundred years, the family has long lost its former influence.”

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have become a dark wizard."

The Rosier family initially bet on Grindelwald, but Grindelwald lost to Dumbledore and was imprisoned in Nurmengard.

This forced the family to abandon their pawns to save their king.

Then Voldemort rose to power, and the Rosier family chose to join the Death Eaters. And what happened next?

Voldemort was defeated by a newborn child, and the Rosier family suffered heavy losses.

The fact that the clan hasn't been wiped out yet is already a testament to its profound heritage. To expect the family to influence the magic ministries of more than a dozen countries around the world and vindicate a dark wizard is simply wishful thinking.

After listening to Rozier's story, Witt's lips twitched. Born into a family that had served two generations of Dark Lords, he was wanted by dozens of Ministries of Magic around the world.

Still want to clear their name?

To vindicate you against such a strong headwind is something even Dumbledore himself might not be able to accomplish.

“Well,” Witt said cautiously, “Mr. Rozier, I’m still young and my abilities are limited. For something this difficult, why don’t you ask someone else?”

"Give me directions to the Ministry of Magic, and that will be enough to repay my life-saving grace. We'll stay together forever, and never meet again."

"Wait, don't go."

Rozier stood in front of Witt and said earnestly, "Let me finish speaking first, and then you can make a decision."

"I don't expect you to do it now. In the future, when you have the ability, you can help me clear my name."

After thinking for a moment, Rozier said, "How about this, fifty years. In the next fifty years, you help me clear my name, and this box will be yours."

"I'll probably be dead in fifty years, and the warrant for my arrest will be lifted then. If you do it then, the pressure on you should be much less. This deal won't be a loss."

Rozier had calculated it very clearly. Witt was eleven or twelve years old now, and fifty years from now, he would be in his sixties. For a wizard, sixty years old is the peak of his life.

Given the abilities Victor has demonstrated so far, as long as he doesn't die in fifty years, he will definitely rise to a high position in the magic world. At that time, overturning the verdict on a dead person will be a sure thing.

Fifty years.

After careful consideration, Witt thought that fifty years might be a possibility for him.

In fifty years, the Serpent Demon could reach the maximum level through natural growth alone, plus the Phoenix Dumbledore and the Black Kirin Grindelwald, forming a trinity.

Who in the magical world can rival him?

To vindicate Rozier is a simple matter of a few words.

This deal is a must.

Although he was already prepared to agree, Witt, wanting to squeeze as much money as possible, whispered, "Fifty years is certainly possible, but just one box might not be enough. How about you add some money? I don't need much, just one thousand Galleons will do."

"I have no money."

Rozier rolled his eyes at Witt speechlessly: "I need to save the money I have to buy materials. Things can't be made successfully in one go. Plus, with this incident, I've offended both the legitimate and criminal worlds. I guess it will be hard for me to get business in the future."

"If I don't save some money for retirement, are you going to support me?"

"Stop haggling. I only hired you because I think you're capable. If you don't agree, I'll find someone else."

Rozier had already decided on Witt and was unwilling to pay an extra penny.

After negotiating the price for a long time without success, Witte had no choice but to give up.

“You win, Mr. Rozier.”

Witt reached out and shook hands with Rozier, and they made an unbreakable vow to each other.

Rozier will do everything in his power to create a powerful box that can hold the Seamless Stretch Box. If he succeeds, he will send the box and all the data to Witt.

Witt, on the other hand, must clear his name within fifty years, allowing his achievements to appear openly in the magical world and be engraved in history.

The contract is established.

After the conditions were met, both Witt and Rozier breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Rozier, can you take me back now?” In this unfamiliar place, Witt felt very unsafe.

"It's impossible."

Rozier said with a tone of anticipation, "The only key to the door has been destroyed by the dark wizard who is hunting me. If you want to go back, you can only do so through the proper procedures at the Ministry of Magic."

"At most, I can use Apparition to send you to the vicinity of the Ministry of Magic. And I, a dark wizard, can vouch for you."

"You'll have to figure out the specifics yourself."

"gone."

Rozier grabbed Witt, immediately Apparated to the vicinity of the French Ministry of Magic, then tossed Witt a map before Apparating again and vanishing without a trace.

They gave Witt no time to react at all.

That's what I told you—that you weren't interested just now, that you were in a hurry.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry too," Rozier said with a hearty laugh.

Chapter 52 The French owls are so impolite.

Outside the French Ministry of Magic, Witt stared at the map in his hand, lost in thought.

He's abroad with only a few coins in his pocket. How can he get back to China?

That old man kills people but doesn't bury them!

The Black Wizard, the utterly infamous Black Wizard.

When I become Minister for Magic in the UK, I'll immediately add another arrest warrant for you, apply for international law enforcement to reinstate Moody, and have a squad of Aurors unleash the Unforgivable Charm to hunt you down.

Let me show you the treatment of a Dark Lord.

After giving Rozier a thorough dressing-down, Witt had to face a real problem.

How do I get back?

The little money he had was definitely not enough for the travel expenses. He was just a junior wizard, and he didn't know if the Ministry of Magic would be willing to help with the extradition.

It's more reliable to ask someone for help.

Professor Slughorn was brewing Felix Felicis, and Witt felt bad about disturbing him.

He had initially said he wanted to vent to the professor, but after thinking it over carefully, Victor decided that since it was all in the past, it was better not to say anything and make him worry.

Besides Slughorn, the only people Witt could find were Snape and Dumbledore.

After comparing the two options, Witt decided it was better to write to Dumbledore.

Although Snape will most likely come in the end, there are some things that Dumbledore can say that are much more effective than him saying them.

At the French Ministry of Magic, Witt inquired about renting an owl from the receptionist and paid a sum of money to obtain an owl skilled in long-distance flight.

After quickly writing the letter for help, Witt tied it to the owl's leg.

Standing on the balcony on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, Witt put on his dramatic act and said in a deliberately profound tone.

"Go, cross the ocean and brave the wind and snow, and deliver the letter to the great Professor Dumbledore."

The owl took flight, circled once in the air, then returned, giving Victor a speechless look.

That look in his eyes seemed to say, "Are you out of your mind?"

Witt [?_??]

Owls in the magical world possess an innate ability to sense magic. Unless they intentionally conceal themselves with magic, owls can accurately sense the location of others.

So the owl returning means...

Witt quickly followed the owl's pace, and after running less than two hundred meters, he saw Professor Dumbledore drinking tea in the drawing room of the French Ministry of Magic.

The owl landed right in front of Dumbledore, hooting and glancing disdainfully at Werther out of the corner of its eye.

Why would you rent an owl used for international long-distance voyages for such a short distance?

They're just making fun of me.

"The French owls are so rude," Witt thought awkwardly as he walked in, inwardly thinking, "No wonder Grindelwald said he hated Paris."

If it were me, I'd hate Paris too.

Inside the room, Dumbledore had just picked up the letter and was wondering who would write to him at this hour when he saw Victor walk in.

He glanced again at the speechless owl and instantly understood what had happened.

Dumbledore chuckled, picked up his teacup, handed the letter back to Witt, and said in a gentle voice, "It seems you had a wonderful holiday."

“It was quite exciting.” Witt took the letter, sat down next to Dumbledore, and whispered, “So exciting that I almost lost my life.”

"Oh!" Dumbledore readily adopted a listening posture.

Witt told him about the recent events, but omitted the part about the blood oath.

Rozier temporarily defeated the dark wizards and then left them outside the French Ministry of Magic.

"Look, I was just writing to you for help, and I got a disdainful look from the owl."

Although he was annoyed by the owl, Witt was still happy to see Dumbledore there, at least his safety was greatly guaranteed.