Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

The so-called simplicity is actually relatively simple compared to stealing the Elder Wand from Dumbledore.

After much deliberation, Witt realized with dismay that his current strength did not allow him to do those things, regardless of the specific circumstances.

If only I had traveled back a few years earlier!

Stealing the Philosopher's Stone from Nicolas Flamel, who was already a ruthless shark, was much easier than stealing it from Dumbledore.

There's at least a tiny bit of chance of success.

After dinner, Witt secretly took some cake and steak to visit James.

I don't know how James is doing now that I'm back from vacation.

Oh! That's absolutely terrible.

When Witt opened the door, he saw a scruffy little deer with bloodshot, scarlet eyes, brewing hair growth tonic.

The area around it was full of various kinds of burnt residue and waste.

Bang!

Because Witt pushed the door open, James glanced over in that direction, and the already restless cauldron seized the opportunity to explode decisively.

James's appearance became even more sloppy.

"Why don't you get some sleep? You'll die suddenly if you keep going like this," Witt asked with concern.

James replied in a hoarse voice, "I can still..."

He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Seeing that he was still trying to hold on, Witt cast a Stunning Spell on James, knocking him unconscious.

It wasn't that Witt didn't want to use other gentler spells, but since enrolling, he had only learned offensive magic, and the Stunning Spell was already the mildest one.

"Serpent Demon, come out and help! Use magic to clean all these things up. Let me calculate how many materials he ruined."

Half an hour later, Witt stared at the remnants inside the box, his whole body blackened.

The Stunning Curse was indeed too gentle; he should have used the Crucifixion Curse to make Jaime faint from the pain.

You managed to brew more than 30 bottles from over 100 ingredients?

Moreover, half of the successful potions are of substandard quality, serving only as bonus points and unsellable.

blood loss.

Witt's expression was contorted as if he were under a grappling hook.

How could I have raised such a spendthrift son? It breaks my heart.

What's wrong with James? Even if I made a schedule, there's no one to supervise you. If you're tired or sleepy, just go to sleep. Why bother working so hard?

I didn't do a good job, and I even lost a lot of my materials.

He was perfectly fine before he left.

Witt strongly suspected that James had experienced some kind of trauma, a very serious one.

However, James is currently unconscious, and Witt can't easily wake him up.

Let him sleep it off, and settle the score with him when he wakes up.

Witt tidied up everything in the room, left the cake behind, and stormed off. Being a capitalist isn't easy these days.

*

The first morning of school after Christmas, Potions class.

Hogwarts' curriculum is adjusted according to the teaching progress. Because Snape had previously taught haphazardly, McGonagall added a few more Potions classes for first-year students in the hope that other students could catch up on the progress they had fallen behind on before the end of the semester.

There shouldn't be any issues with teaching that cause students to fail their exams.

Snape himself had no objection to the extra workload.

But for Harry, it was a bolt from the blue.

He had to face Snape's annoying face all day long in Potions class, which was pure torture.

Snape didn't care what Harry thought.

"Open your textbooks," Snape said coldly from the podium. "Today we'll review how to make a potion to treat boils."

One sentence made the whole class raise their heads in unison, their faces showing expressions of relief.

They really didn't want to brew those incredibly difficult potions anymore, which were definitely not something first-year students should be learning.

If they're not careful, the potion in the cauldron will jump out and take them down with it.

Every week, someone is sent to the school hospital.

Thank goodness, their complaint letter did have some effect at least.

Witt also looked up, but while the other students were happy, his expression was one of confusion.

Snape wasn't the kind of professor who would sympathize with his students. If students couldn't learn, it was because they were stupid, and stupid people didn't deserve to take his Potions class.

Witt was certain that Snape's sudden change of the curriculum was not his intention.

Could it be that other professors really put pressure on us?

Although Witt had doubts, he did not ask them in class. Instead, he stayed behind and asked Snape while cleaning the classroom.

"Professor, what's today's class?"

“Slytherin already has a significantly higher credit requirement than the other houses,” Snape said in a tone devoid of emotion. “McGirl hopes I can consider the situation of the other students more.”

high?

Slytherin got 530 points, Gryffindor got 350 points.

They were less than two hundred points short; that's considered high.

Dumbledore can be added in a heartbeat, okay?

With such a biased principal, Witt was forced to develop a severe fear of not getting enough grades.

Terminal illness, late stage, the kind that's incurable.

But Snape was indeed in the wrong. Hogwarts doesn't only have Slytherin. If you compete normally, you get higher scores, and the other houses can't really say anything.

But to blatantly show favoritism and engage in insider trading to inflate scores like this is going too far. Do you really think other colleges don't have deans?

Witt sighed. McGonagall had already said all that; there was no way the score could be increased any further.

But Slytherin only scored 180 points higher than Gryffindor, and that's not enough, far from enough.

Chapter 56 Apparition

If you can't increase the score any further, you'll have to find a way to deduct some points from Gryffindor.

Slytherin has already faced Gryffindor in Quidditch, and the two houses won't meet again. With Harry around, the other two houses can't beat Gryffindor.

Gryffindor will win, and Slytherin will win.

Rounding up, it's roughly equivalent to them not winning.

Although in the original story, Harry was hospitalized and missed his last Quidditch match because he was fighting Voldemort, which caused Gryffindor to lose, Werther cannot place all his hopes on the plot.

Dealing with Quirrell a few days earlier or later has no impact on Dumbledore.

We have to be careful, as we might have something fishy going on with this biased principal.

Therefore, hoping that Gryffindor will lose Quidditch and lose points is definitely unreliable.

So how can we lower Gryffindor's score without making the other houses think something is wrong?

Witt squinted and pondered for a long time before finally fixing his gaze on Harry.

Vitter remembered that Hagrid was about to get the dragon egg he had been longing for, and that he was discovered by Harry and the others when he went to the library to look up information.

Harry found out, and Draco, Harry's constant tagalong, naturally found out as well.

In a panic, Harry tried to send the dragon egg away.

As a result, McGonagall discovered him during his nighttime stroll and deducted a full 150 points.

This is the best and last chance to lower Gryffindor's house grades.

If he missed it, Dumbledore could easily make up for all the points Snape usually deducted with a single word.

Witt must seize this opportunity and make the best of it.

McGonagall personally deducted points from Gryffindor's tally, ruining their chance to win the House Cup. How reasonable and pleasing that sounds!

150 points isn't enough; McGee needs to be penalized more.

350 points, I think. 350 points is pretty much a sure thing.

The trio, Charlie who has already graduated, and the mischievous Weasley twins—if you could gather them all together and have them discovered by McGonagall in the highest tower of Hogwarts…

Oh, and they also have a dangerous fire dragon cub.

McGonagall will be furious. She'll deduct all of Gryffindor's house points until Dumbledore can't add them up at all.

*

At noon, after lunch, Witt went to his secret hideout at Hogwarts.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell in front of James.

He squatted in front of the flowerpot, staring blankly at a newly sprouted white sage plant, lost in thought.

"What happened?" Witt asked as he walked over.

“Someone confessed their feelings to Cho Chang.” James’s tone sounded particularly disappointed.

"Who confessed to Cho Chang, Cedric?"

“Who is Cedric?” James suddenly looked up.

“Uh, that’s not important.” Victor skipped the question and asked, “The person you confessed to earlier, which college is that person from?”

"Ravenclaw's."

"Qiu Zhang agreed?"