Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Chapter 64 Dumbledore: A mere night stroll earns Gryffindor two hundred points.

“Harry, don’t worry,” Ron stepped forward to comfort him. “You are the savior, Professor Dumbledore won’t expel you.”

Although he might be expelled from school.

Ron didn't say it aloud; he just kept it to himself.

Hearing Ron's words, Harry felt a surge of hope and felt much better.

On the other hand, Hermione was completely desperate and began planning where she should go to school after dropping out.

magic.

By the way, the book mentioned that there are magic schools in Europe, so maybe she could transfer there.

George and Fred didn't look too good either, but of the five, they were the most relaxed.

“Being caught by McGonagall is better than being sent to the Ministry of Magic,” George said with a wry smile. “At least Hagrid won’t be sent to Azkaban.”

"Fred, how about we drop out of school and set up a small stall in Hogsmeade, catering exclusively to students, so we can be self-sufficient?"

Fred gave him a speechless glance: "You'd better figure out how to get past your mother first."

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Fred.” George put his arm around Fred and said casually, “Things have already come to this point, there’s no point in thinking about it too much, why bother looking so gloomy.”

"Tell me, should we sell candy or fireworks?"

Fred lightly punched George, feeling much better, and said confidently, "Of course I want them all."

At night at Hogwarts, McGonagall and Witt were both very busy.

McGonagall hurriedly carried the dragon to Dumbledore's office, wanting to ask him what she should do.

She didn't really want Harry and the others to drop out of school; she just said those things in a fit of anger.

But Harry and his friends went too far this time; the other punishments weren't severe enough.

McGonagall was also caught in a dilemma.

Meanwhile, Witt found the unconscious Filch and used magic to alter his memory, making him believe that he was the one who did it. He then captured the truant Harry and Weasley twins.

Then he took the Snake Demon back to the dormitory.

If Dumbledore can add more points after this wave, then Witt will have no choice but to use his last resort.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate.

He has done all he could; now all we can do is wait and see how things develop.

Respond to each move as it comes.

In the early morning, Dumbledore, dressed in his pajamas, came to Harry.

He was still carrying the little fire dragon in his hand.

“Harry,” Dumbledore asked calmly, “this dragon, it belongs to Hagrid, doesn’t it?”

“How did you know?” Harry asked instinctively, looking up at the table.

"Of course I know."

Dumbledore smiled gently and said, “Keeping a friend’s secret and resolving trouble, Professor McGonagall, expulsion is a bit too harsh a punishment.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Hermione, Ron, and the Weasley twins all looked up, their faces beaming with delight.

No one wants to leave Hogwarts; it would be best if they could avoid dropping out.

“This dragon doesn’t belong to them. I’ll talk to Hagrid about his punishment separately later. The points deducted from Gryffindor should be deducted from his score.”

"Gryffindor gets 200 points."

"To help one's companions, to be willing to bear the guilt rather than betray one's friends, earns 60 points in Gryffindor."

Harry's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he even had the idea of ​​adding a few more points to turn the negative score into a positive one.

But Dumbledore's next words shattered his hopes.

"No matter what, going out at night is wrong. Students should abide by the school's rules and regulations. Professor McGonagall, you should know this better than I do."

"Solitary confinement."

McGonagall stepped forward and said sternly, "All five of you are to be put in solitary confinement."

Hearing this, Harry, the three of them lowered their heads in remorse, while George and Fred smiled with relief.

nobody.

Compared to them.

They understand the importance of tight sealing.

A mere lockdown is no big deal.

Noticing the barely suppressed smiles on George and Fred's faces, McGonagall glared at them and added, "I'll write to Mrs. Weasley and tell her everything that happened today."

"Not a single word."

The smiles on George and Fred's faces vanished instantly, and they wilted like frostbitten eggplants.

whee.

No, not at all.

In just a moment.

“Go back to your dorms,” McGonagall warned sternly. “Don’t let me see you running around at night again.”

Harry and his two companions felt as if they had been granted a pardon and fled as if they were escaping.

George and Fred huddled together, staggering and utterly listless.

The next day, early in the morning.

Witt got up early, wanting to see how many points McGonagall had deducted from Harry and the others.

Four? Forty??

Witt stared at the Gryffindor hourglass, which was filled with red gems, and rubbed his eyes repeatedly.

After confirming that he hadn't misread it, his excited face immediately fell.

Old bee, you're so biased, I'll see.

McGonagall certainly couldn't have only lost forty points, so the result is obvious: Dumbledore must have been behind it all.

Transporting a fire dragon during a group night tour—such a minor incident only resulted in a 40-point deduction.

Dumbledore, why don't you give him some extra points?

Witt grew angrier and angrier, not even wanting to eat breakfast. He turned and left the hall, intending to go outside the castle to get some fresh air and calm himself down.

At the top of the stairs in front of the Hogwarts Castle gate, just as Witt was about to go down, he saw Dumbledore appear above the stairs looking at him.

Good morning, Professor Dumbledore.

Although he was furious, Witt maintained basic politeness and greeted Dumbledore.

“Werther,” Dumbledore lowered his head and asked softly, “Is there anything you want to say to me?”

Witt?

In this situation, and at this position.

Good grief, you're treating me like Voldemort.

“Yes,” Victor replied calmly. “When I was three years old, I secretly took three eggs from the farm and deliberately lured the hen to my grandfather’s place so I could drink the chicken soup that I had never been able to get before, no matter how much I cried.”

“When I was six years old, I sneaked out of the house on a yak and played wildly for two days before coming home. My grandfather almost spanked me.”

"When I was six years old, I secretly took my grandfather's revolver while he was sleeping and played with it. I accidentally shot and killed the neighbor's sheep."

"My butt hurts, but... the roasted lamb leg smells so good."

"Seven years left..."

Witte recounted one incident after another, taking a full hour, before finally getting to the events that occurred when he was nine years old.

Moreover, they went into increasingly more detail, even mentioning what to eat for breakfast and when to go to the toilet.

Dumbledore had been listening quite attentively, but Witte's rambling became increasingly rambling, stretching a small matter into three days and three nights of rambling.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and reminded him.

"What happened yesterday."

“You mean yesterday?” Witt suddenly realized. “Why didn’t you say so sooner? If you had asked earlier, I would have told you sooner.”

"Could you please be more direct in your questions? You came right at me asking if I had anything to say to you."

"I don't even know what you want to ask, so how am I supposed to answer? I can only tell you everything I remember, for fear of missing any important information."

"If I had known you were going to ask about yesterday, I would have told you directly."

"About what happened yesterday... Class is about to start, I'll tell you about it at noon."

Just as Victor was about to get to the point, he looked up at the clock, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran back to the classroom.

Dumbledore felt like he was about to choke on his own blood.

This child probably knows something; he's deliberately trying to provoke him.

Chapter 65 Me at Eleven

At noon, in the principal's office.

Dumbledore looked at the rebellious Werther before him and asked calmly.

Want a swarm of cockroaches?

"Eating a piece of candy will make me feel better."

"No need." Witt pulled a chicken leg out of his pocket and took a bite indignantly.

I still prefer eating meat.