Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

“If you want to ask about yesterday, I’ll be frank. I’ve been keeping an eye on Harry for a long time. Ever since I learned about him as the savior, ever since he suddenly joined Quidditch, I’ve been secretly watching him.”

“Yesterday, I led Professor McGonagall there. I know Hagrid has a dragon, and I also know that Hagrid can’t keep this dragon.”

"So I've been waiting for an opportunity, and yesterday was that opportunity."

Witt's tone was unusually calm, as if he were talking about someone else.

In his more than half a century of teaching, this was the first time Dumbledore had ever encountered a student like this.

“I don’t think this is hostility toward Harry,” Dumbledore said, as if chatting with a friend.

“I have no hostility toward Harry,” Witt said directly. “I just don’t like the title ‘savior.’ It’s like the protagonist in a fairy tale, and we are all just his supporting characters.”

"Fu... I mean the mysterious man, he's the villain."

"Everything seems like a pre-written script, written and manipulated by someone, like a puppet on a string, moving in a predetermined direction."

"Don't you agree, Professor Dumbledore?"

Ignoring the sarcasm in Victor's words, Dumbledore asked curiously, "If you're not afraid of Voldemort, why don't you call him by his name?"

"Assess the situation." Witt casually used magic to disappear the chicken leg he had finished eating and said directly, "I don't have enough power right now. Just like when you asked me to come over, I obediently came over."

“You like to hear the truth, so I’m telling you the truth now.”

On the bookshelf in the headmaster's office, the Sorting Hat suddenly spoke up: "A born Slytherin. This kid even wanted to go to Hufflepuff to hide himself."

“You and Hufflepuff are not a good match at all.”

Witt...

The Sorting Hat at Hogwarts is even less polite than a French owl.

“Professor, I’m very good at washing hats. Give me the Sorting Hat, and I promise I’ll wash it until it’s sparkling clean, just like a brand new hat.”

Dumbledore used magic to hold Witt down and whispered, "The stains on the Sorting Hat are not dust, but time."

"No one can wash away the sediment of these thousands of years."

“Actually,” Dumbledore said softly, “I’ve tried washing it too, but it didn’t work.”

"Could you be a little more direct?" Witt rolled his eyes and said, "I understand you, but it's really tiring to talk like this."

"Are you trying to tell me that the past is irreversible, and that once a stain is left, it can never be washed away, even after a thousand years?"

“I understand, but I can’t do it,” Witt retorted directly. “I’m still young now, I don’t know what I’ll think when I’m old.”

"But I know that I really want that honor now, the honor of seven consecutive Slytherin titles."

"But at your age, you shouldn't forget what you thought when you were young."

"If you think I did something wrong, there's no need to be so mystical. Just tell me, and I'll fix it immediately and make sure it's perfect."

"But I am still me, the eleven-year-old me."

"Whether it's deducting points or whatever, I will do it, it's something that's appropriate for my age."

"If you have nothing else, I'll go back to class. It's Professor McGonagall's class soon, and being late will cause big problems."

After saying that, Witt turned and left.

Dumbledore remained silent, his eyes closed, lost in thought.

Leaving the headmaster's office, Victor strode toward the Transfiguration classroom. He was now essentially out in the game with Dumbledore, and he had to get that point no matter what.

Even if Dumbledore disagrees, Witte will still do it and fight for it.

There's little hope of getting extra points, and there's no chance of losing points either.

He only had one card left: Ravenclaw's Crown.

The problem is that if this card is used, the tiara will be lost, and Dumbledore will definitely destroy the Horcrux. In that case, Witt's mission to collect the four relics will never be completed.

It's alright, I guess.

It's still worthwhile to exchange an achievement that you can't be sure of completing for one that you can't be completed at all.

Even if Dumbledore were shameless, he couldn't possibly give Gryffindor more than a hundred points than Slytherin.

After he finished adding points, Witt presented the crown, which would be at least fifty points, and most likely a hundred.

A golden achievement is assured.

The only thing missing is the gold achievement for collecting the four relics. The next achievement that's relatively easy to obtain will have to wait until the fourth-year top three competition.

Aside from that, the gold achievements are mostly extremely difficult tasks such as becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts, the minister of magic, or the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

There are also time-consuming tasks like Potion Master, Herbalist, and Breeding Master (upgrading a card to the maximum level).

Finally, there are achievements like Wizard Slayer, Fairy Butcher, Dragon Hunter, and Dark Lord of Annihilation, which Wirt overlooks at a glance.

After reviewing the gold achievements on the game interface once more, Victor went to the classroom feeling upset.

Today is the last lesson in Transfiguration: a mouse transforms into a snuff bottle.

Starting tomorrow, Transfiguration will enter the review phase, and getting points in the review course will be exceptionally difficult.

Transformation class was actually the last class we reviewed.

Spells, potions, and even Defense Against the Dark Arts were all included in the review process well in advance.

Witt only managed to score less than four points in a week.

After class, Harry's penalty for losing points was announced, but the matter of the dragon was omitted, and it was only said that Harry went out at night.

Forty points deducted, solitary confinement.

The location is in the forbidden forest.

Weasley didn't know how Harry felt, but the Weasley twins were overjoyed when they heard the news.

Night, forbidden forest, parade.

This isn't punishment; it's clearly a reward, a huge reward.

If this is the punishment every time they go out at night, why are they even trying to avoid Filch? They should just tie their hands together and go to Filch so he can catch them.

George and Fred's cheers could be heard throughout the entire auditorium.

But not everyone was so excited.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same, and Werther only found them noisy.

After a quick meal, Victor was about to leave when an owl suddenly flew over and dropped an exquisite, even overly beautiful, box in front of him.

After nearly half a year, Rozier finally fulfilled his dream.

They sent the items over.

Upon opening the box, a small, exceptionally exquisite dark leather trunk came into view. It had a somewhat retro look, with white bone studs on all four sides.

The metal at the four corners and the combination lock on the front are forged from fairy magic silver, and the handles of the box are wrapped with rough hair.

It looks like the tail hair of a Zouwu.

The interior of the suitcase is also very ingenious; even in its shrunk state, it can still be opened normally, revealing a row of tables, chairs, benches, and various experimental equipment.

Witt also saw a letter flying around inside the box.

The size of the box itself will only change the entrance; it will not affect the contents inside at all.

This spatial stability is indeed just like that of the real world.

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"nice one."

Witt played with the exquisite box in his hand and exclaimed, "The value of this box is probably no less than some Deathly Hallows, and it certainly surpasses the Invisibility Cloak."

The magical world is truly teeming with talent; there are many masters among ordinary people.

It's decided, I'm moving today.

May this bring you joy.

Victor arrived at his secret little room and directed the Serpent Demons to use magic to move all the items into the boxes.

After finishing everything, Witt picked up the letter.

The above contains only a few brief sentences.

"The food is ready, I'm going to run for my life."

"Dumbledore must have been brought here by you, kid. Just you wait, once I escape this ordeal, I'll definitely come back and settle this score with you."

The handwriting on the letter was so deeply etched that one can only imagine how much Rozier gritted his teeth when he wrote those words.

Although the French Ministry of Magic wouldn't go all out to help Dumbledore find people, he had a wide circle of friends.

She also has a high level of personal charisma.

There are always one or two people who are completely devoted to Dumbledore.

They put more effort into doing things than into having sex.

They chased Rozier relentlessly, leaving him utterly speechless.

He caused him countless troubles; if Rozier hadn't been so experienced in being hunted, anyone else would have been captured long ago.

Witt: Hehe.

Later on, whether you can beat me in the future is another matter.

If Rozier really dares to come after a while, he'll be a piece of meat delivered to our door, a chosen one.

You think you can leave once you've come here with such highly skilled talent? Dream on.

"Master, the white scallions have all been harvested."

James used magic to drag a large bundle of white safflower and place it in front of Witt.

This batch of Dictamnus dasycarpus was harvested ahead of schedule, so its medicinal properties will be weaker, and the purity of the extracted Dictamnus dasycarpus essence will also be lower.

But as long as it's usable, it will increase your achievement points.

Just like the potions James made before, as long as they work, they count in the game; whether they can be sold is another matter.