Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

The thought filled Witt with joy.

No, it's only the last few days, he has to hold back.

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Year-end exams.

Hogwarts doesn't give students a holiday right after the exams; students are only allowed to leave after their academic results are released.

The practical exam posed no difficulty for Witt; the only troublesome part was the written test. A single misspelled word could potentially cause him to come in second place.

A year's worth of hard work was wasted.

So Witte checked it very carefully, three times in total, and only reluctantly let go when the professor came to collect the papers.

When the last magic history exam was over, Witt completely relaxed and sat in his chair for a full five minutes before getting up.

Go out and get some fresh air.

Most of the students who had finished their Hogwarts exams were causing a ruckus outside the castle.

No matter the era or the world, exams are always a very torturous thing.

Vittor lay comfortably on the grass, enjoying the breeze. He envied the students; sometimes ignorance is a kind of happiness.

Ok?

Was that owl flying towards the principal's office?

Witt suddenly sat up.

It seems Voldemort has become completely impatient. Hogwarts is about to close, and Dumbledore refuses to leave. Left with no other option, Voldemort has to risk a diversionary tactic.

They don't even give you a moment's peace.

Witt stood up and walked quickly toward the dormitory.

I've made up my mind. I'm staying in my dorm tonight and I'm definitely not coming out.

Unlike Witt, Harry was very busy. He first went to Hagrid to confirm the dragon egg, and then went to McGonagall for help.

Unfortunately, McGonagall clearly wouldn't help him.

After several unsuccessful attempts to seek help, Harry was left with only one option: to stop Voldemort himself.

This is exactly what Dumbledore wanted to see.

The next morning, very early.

Before dawn, Witt got up.

Although the sun hasn't come out yet, it will surely be exceptionally beautiful today.

Because at this point in time, Quirrell must have already died, and Voldemort had returned to being a ghost.

Such a memorable day deserves to be celebrated properly.

Witt decided to go to the highest observatory at Hogwarts to watch the sunrise and celebrate this brand new day.

As he passed through the dark castle, Witt suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind him.

He instinctively drew his wand.

Immediately afterwards, a plea for help was heard, a hoarse and urgent cry like that of a snake.

“My child, my child, help your father stop Dumbledore.”

Witt: "Huh?"

Wait, could that fleeing phantom be Voldemort?

Damn it, Dumbledore, what are you doing? It's been a whole night and you still haven't dealt with Voldemort.

And Voldemort, you bastard... don't make up relatives randomly.

When other people cry for help, they do so in a humble and sincere tone. But you, Voldemort, act like you're the father of others and expect someone to save you.

Think beautifully.

For this kind of person, we must strike hard.

Vittor didn't tolerate the other party at all. Even though he was physically injured, he was still arrogant. What's with the arrogance?

"Hey, isn't this Voldemort? It's been a few days, and he looks so sluggish. If people saw him like this, they'd think our famous Dark Lord had turned into a dog with its tail between its legs."

"No wonder the Death Eaters are all unwilling to come looking for you. They probably think you're too shameful, so they deliberately abandoned you, you old dog."

Voldemort originally intended to frame someone and distract Dumbledore, but he didn't expect that Witt's words were like poison, each one hitting right in the lungs.

Voldemort's pale face flushed instantly with anger.

"die."

Voldemort roared and changed direction, lunging angrily at Witt.

"All of them will be petrified."

Witt opened his eyes, and a massive amount of magic gathered there. The instantaneous spell froze Voldemort's remnant soul in place, preventing it from moving any further.

Seeing Voldemort standing motionless before him, Witt suddenly had a brilliant idea.

I wonder if letting the Dementor bite Voldemort would seal him inside the Dementor forever.

Since Dementors can suck out a person's soul, can they also suck out the soul fragments attached to Horcruxes?

It's worth a try.

As Witt was thinking, an incredibly powerful spell suddenly struck Voldemort from afar, shattering Voldemort along with the petrification spell that Witt had cast.

Judging from Voldemort's howl, he had suffered great damage from this attack.

But Witt turned his head away speechlessly. "I've already caught him, Professor Dumbledore, what are you doing?"

The petrification curse can't be broken, but it can be forcibly smashed open, right?

Although I don't know the password, I have plenty of strength and means. — Dumbledore

"Are you alright, Witt?" Dumbledore ran over with concern, worried that Witt might be hurt.

"I'm fine," Witt said weakly. "It's just that Voldemort, whom I just caught, was chased away by you."

“I had him under control with a spell, but you just used magic to give him a new escape route.”

“If you weren’t Dumbledore, I would have suspected that the person standing in front of me was a Death Eater.”

"Catch him?" Dumbledore looked at Witt suspiciously. He had just seen Voldemort rush towards Witt and was afraid that Witt would be harmed by Voldemort, which was why he acted so hastily.

As it turned out, Witt claimed that he had captured Voldemort.

Why doesn't Dumbledore believe that?

"How about I demonstrate for you? Hey, that ghost over there, that's you, look over here."

Witt glared at the poor ghost, freezing it in place, and then said to Dumbledore, "That's how it is. After the last magical upheaval, my innate magic has become even stronger, and even ghosts can be frozen in place."

"Given Voldemort's remnant soul state just now, I could have taken him down in a single glance."

Dumbledore (￣ω￣;)

He does seem to be.

Let's skip this question.

“It seems you do know a lot.” Dumbledore looked up at the sky outside and said quietly, “It should still be curfew time. As a student, you shouldn’t be here.”

"You're not going to deduct points from my score, are you?" Witt took two steps back in disbelief.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come out to watch the sunrise."

"sunrise?"

“Yes,” Witt said casually, “You left school inexplicably yesterday. I don’t believe Quirrell can resist such a good opportunity to make a move.”

"If Quirrell dares to make a move, he will surely die, and Voldemort will be reduced to a remnant soul again."

"Hogwarts is about to usher in a brand new tomorrow. It's such a memorable day, so I wanted to watch the sunrise to commemorate it."

"Would you like to come along?"

With Voldemort dead, Witt no longer wanted to hide things and could now confront Dumbledore directly about many matters.

sunrise.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Together."

"I haven't seen a sunrise in a long time either."

At the observatory, Dumbledore and Witt stood at the highest point of Hogwarts, gazing at the newly risen red sun in the distance, but their feelings were completely different.

Harry was very brave and performed even better than Dumbledore had imagined.

But the more this happened, the more heartbroken Dumbledore became.

Voldemort's power was beyond Harry's reach; even he couldn't guarantee a win, let alone Harry.

This is a path destined to be treacherous, and one that will likely lead to death.

Is it really a good thing to let a child go down this path? Dumbledore's resolve was no longer so firm.

"Witt, what do you think of Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked, looking at his student who was even more outstanding than Voldemort had been back then.

“The bones in the tomb are nothing to mention,” Witt said arrogantly. “Give me five years, and I’ll take them both on with one hand.”

“If you, Professor Dumbledore, were willing to give me two million points, I could capture Voldemort right now, at this very moment, and lock him in a cage to make him dance for your amusement.”

Even with a low probability of winning, Victor could empty the prize pool with 100,000 blue treasure chests.

At that time, he will have the Elder Wand in his left hand, the Gryffindor sword in his right, the four great wizards of Hogwarts on his left, and the Phoenix, the Qilin, and the Basilisk on his right—three legendary wizards of modern times.

Behind them was a massive army of students from the Pig Academy.

Let alone Voldemort, Witt could easily trample Dumbledore under his feet as well.

There's no need to act like a pushover at school every day.

Two million!!!

Dumbledore couldn't tell if Witt was joking or telling the truth, but if he were to give Witt two million points, his name would be forever etched in the history of Hogwarts.