Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

A graceful and elegant figure lightly touched the water's surface, creating ripples, and swam towards Vittoria.

The Black Swan, by Vinda Rozier.

The French Rose, the most beautiful figure beside Grindelwald, noble, loyal, elegant, yet tragically unfortunate.

What a beautiful woman, it's a pity she fell in love with a gay man.

The moment Vinda appeared, James's eyes widened, and he muttered "Choo Chang" for a long time before finally managing to turn his head away.

"Owner."

Wenda landed beside Witt and slowly bowed his head in greeting.

Although no magic stone powder was found, Witt was still very happy. "Vendor is great!"

He just lacks someone who can oversee logistics.

Jaime is an arrogant sycophant who spends all his time running around and has nothing but Cho Chang on his mind. Hagrid is too honest and only good for guarding the house. Serpent Demon is too cold-blooded, so Witt doesn't dare let him go too far for fear of something happening to him.

Wenda is clearly the kind of talent who excels in domestic affairs, and his abilities are not low. How could someone who can serve as Grindelwald's second-in-command be weak?

They arrived at just the right time.

It's just that the level is a bit low.

“Serpent Demon.” Vittor called out the Serpent Demon and said directly, “You will teach Wenda how to use magic. You must master the basic magical abilities in a short period of time.”

"It's the master."

"Call me Big Brother." The Serpent Demon came to Wenda and gave the order in a deep voice.

Wenda glanced at Witt out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw that the other party did not respond, he obediently lowered his head.

"Big brother."

Unlike James, Venda was not arrogant. Since Witt remained silent, it meant he tacitly approved of this behavior. Moreover, the fact that the Serpent Demon could teach her magic indicated that, in terms of strength, the Serpent Demon was currently stronger.

Since that's the case, what's wrong with calling me "Big Brother"?

There's no need to offend someone over a simple verbal address.

The Serpent Demon was clearly enjoying this feeling; that's how it should be. It seems that Jaime, that idiot, was just an accident after all.

"Come with me." The Serpent Demon led Wenda to a corner of the room, and after confirming that James could not hear him, he whispered, "I will first teach you how to mimic your body into a wand, thereby greatly enhancing your spellcasting ability."

"These are techniques I figured out myself, don't tell that silly deer over there."

Good things should only be shared with one's own brothers. James is an outsider; even the Serpent King wouldn't bother to give him a second glance.

Chapter 62 Calling him Old Fu is giving you face.

On a new day, at breakfast time, Harry and his friends received a note from Hagrid.

The fire dragon is about to hatch.

Everyone was incredibly excited. Ron even skipped class and wanted to head straight for Hagrid's cabin.

Few adult wizards have ever seen a fire dragon hatch, let alone young wizards.

That feeling was so strong, I wished I could sprout wings and fly there.

Of the group, only Hermione remained rational, warning them that skipping class would get Hagrid into big trouble.

After much persuasion, including a fight against the three Weis alone, they were finally able to calm their excited hearts down.

"Something interesting seems to have happened over there."

Witte interrupted Draco's long-winded speech. Draco, who had made remarkable progress under Witte's tutelage, had recently started to get cocky again.

“The Scarface trio and that annoying Weasley.” Draco turned his head, a look of interest on his face.

Without even hearing what Draco was about to say, just by looking at Draco's expression, Witt knew that the deal was done.

Draco's free-range plan was a success.

My recent Phantom Shift practice has been going very well; I even drew a great card yesterday.

The only drawback is that the Serpent Demon's bloodline evolution is just one bottle of magic stone powder away from being completed, which it can't extract even if it dies.

It tickled Vittoria's heart.

After we finish eating, let's go brew some potions. Let's make a few bottles of calming potions and send them to Professor Slughorn. The Felix Felicis is almost finished.

He hasn't had a proper rest in six months, so it's good for him to take some medicine, calm his mind, and rest for a while.

There was also the crown inside the Room of Requirement; it took Witte a while to find its hiding place.

However, since Voldemort was not dead, Witt did not move.

Just bear with it a little longer. Once Voldemort is dead, Hogwarts will be completely safe.

The second-year basilisk, Witt, speaks Parsleyan, a style he is adept at controlling.

The third-year Dementor, Guardian Charm Wirt, is also somewhat familiar with.

The fourth-grade student in the Goblet of Fire could easily defeat a group of students.

Fifth grade... You're already in fifth grade, what are you afraid of, Voldemort? Calling him "Old Voldemort" is giving you face.

I advise Lao Fu not to be so shameless.

The first grade is the most troublesome one right now.

Witt stuffed the sausage into his mouth and decided to continue refining medicine and racking up achievements, hoping to help the Serpent Demon's bloodline advance as soon as possible.

In the afternoon, outside Hagrid's cabin, Draco fled in panic.

George and Fred chased after him almost without thinking. Although they had threatened Hagrid with the fact that he was raising a dragon, it was only to get some benefits. They had no intention of sending Hagrid to Azkaban.

Even if Hagrid disagreed with their demands, George and Fred would at most complain a few times, but they wouldn't actually report it to the Ministry of Magic, nor would they tell Dumbledore.

But Draco is different; he's not one of us.

If Draco reports it to the school, that's fine; Dumbledore will protect Hagrid and just give him some internal punishment.

Draco should report it directly to the Ministry of Magic.

George and Fred's eyes gleamed with malice at the thought. No, they had to catch him and erase this memory.

He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Fred raised his wand and cast a stun spell.

I hid.

Draco twisted his waist and dodged Fred's attack, then casually unleashed a spell to counterattack.

"I can't stand the itching."

The angle of this tickling spell was extremely tricky, catching George completely off guard. He fell to the ground, tripping Fred as well.

By the time Fred got up, Draco had already disappeared.

Draco wore a smug expression after successfully escaping George and Fred's pursuit.

They still want to arrest me? Do they think I've been training for nothing all these days?

I can handle Vittoria twice, but you two think you can catch me? Dream on.

Recalling the days he had spent under Vittoria's control, Draco couldn't help but feel a deep sadness.

These past few days can be summed up in three words.

A rebound, a rebound, it's still just a rebound.

Despite being protected by armor, Witt managed to make a mess of things, giving Draco a lot of pain.

But it was all worth it. If it were the old him, he definitely wouldn't have been able to dodge Fred's attack, let alone counterattack.

Although it was just a minor curse, Draco still gained a great sense of satisfaction.

“Witt”.

Draco wandered around the castle, eager to share the story with Witte.

Draco didn't see Witte again until dinner time.

"I've finally found you!" Draco exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "You have no idea what I've discovered! Harry and the others have a dragon, a newborn dragon!"

“This is a dangerous creature that is strictly forbidden to be kept in the magical world. This time I have finally caught that ugly scarred man red-handed.”

"Just wait, this time I'm going to give him a good scare."

Hearing the last sentence, Witt felt relieved. Draco was still Draco, with minor faults but no major sins.

If Draco were to write a letter to Lucius, Hagrid would be sent to Azkaban tomorrow.

Lucius himself is actually much more evil than Draco.

“I suggest you don’t say anything, just smile at him, like this.”

Witt gave a dangerous and malicious smile, half of his face hidden in shadow, which sent chills down one's spine.

Draco was completely stunned.

"Witt, could you please stop for a moment? Your laughter is scary."

It seems like when Victor turns bad, he's no longer involved.

Draco felt a pang of sympathy.

Witt's smile faded, and he clicked his tongue in exasperation. This guy is hopeless; he can't be taught anything wrong.

"Then be careful with George and Fred these next few days, and don't let them go out alone."

Unlike Harry, the Weasley twins aren't as docile as they are; they won't lay a hand on Draco even when threatened. They'll definitely take the initiative.

Witt didn't want his plan to go wrong.

"Don't worry," Draco said confidently. "They were chasing me just now, but I knocked them down with a single spell."

"Just be careful when I tell you to."

Witt once again reminded Draco that just because George and Fred made a mistake didn't mean Draco could actually defeat them.

Draco always gets carried away when he gets a little advantage, which is not a good habit.