Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

It has been passed down through the ages.

Regardless of how it was passed down, just say whether it has been passed down through the ages.

Chapter 68 Looking up to the people, always consistent.

"Bones in a tomb? That's what they say from the East." Dumbledore skipped over the matter of adding two million points and asked curiously, "How do you come to such a view?"

"Because he failed, and after his failure, no Death Eaters found him."

Witt said matter-of-factly, "If Voldemort's cruelty was a ten ten years ago, then his cruelty now is a hundred, a number that most dark wizards cannot tolerate."

"He may gain power for a while, but in the end he will definitely be abandoned by everyone."

"Even if Harry Potter fails, and you and I both die, Voldemort will not succeed, and he will inevitably die in the future."

Witt gazed at the distant sun and said softly, "I've studied Voldemort's deeds. Although he was brutal back then, he was somewhat merciful to his Death Eaters... no, I should say he cherished them."

"Cherishing all your belongings."

"The arrogant Voldemort believed that all Death Eaters were his possessions, and that they would never betray him, nor would they dare to betray him."

Even the most cruel and selfish person will still cherish their possessions to some extent.

"If Voldemort hadn't died back then, and had maintained that personality, there might have been a tiny chance he would have succeeded."

"But he lost, he lost at the height of his power, defeated by a child."

At this point, Witt laughed contemptuously: "After his defeat, he hid for ten years. During those ten years, not a single Death Eater came looking for him. In the end, he had to rely on himself to be able to return."

"What is this? This is betrayal. This means that those so-called Death Eaters were not his property at all. The Death Eaters and Voldemort are separate individuals."

"Do you think Voldemort would treat his Death Eaters if he were to actually be resurrected? Would he still have any affection for them after they became someone else's property?"

"Will he still trust anyone but himself?"

The Death Eaters' cherished private car was now a public vehicle, so Voldemort had to stand up and pedal hard.

One day, even the Death Eaters will not be able to stand Voldemort.

By then, the world will be in rebellion, and both the good and the evil will be enemies. Voldemort is strong, but he is not strong enough to take on the entire wizarding world by himself.

If Lily could kill Voldemort with an ancient spell, how could there only be one Lily in the wizarding world?

Voldemort, having failed once, will surely fail again in the future.

The only question is how many people will be sacrificed in this process, and how many wizarding families will perish in this catastrophe.

Compared to Grindelwald, Voldemort's personality was far more problematic.

Grindelwald failed to defeat Dumbledore, while Voldemort's failure was due to his own personality flaws.

The skeletons in the tomb are nothing more than this.

"A novel perspective." After pondering for a while, Dumbledore felt that what Witte said was absolutely right, but that his perspective was too high.

When a person stands too high, he can no longer see the masses below.

In his eyes, life was just a number; addition, subtraction, and geometry were nothing but fleeting clouds to him.

In reality, those were all vibrant lives and broken families.

It's hard to say whether Dumbledore was right or wrong, but personally, he didn't really want Witt to be standing so high.

"You should make more friends."

Dumbledore said gently, “An eleven-year-old should be more energetic than spending all his time in the library reading.”

"Knowledge can never be fully acquired," Dumbledore advised. "I have studied all my life, and there are still many things I don't know, and many things I can't do."

True knowledge is at your feet, not in books.

Witt neither accepted nor rejected Dumbledore's advice.

Friend, friend, how many Death Curses can you withstand?

"You're just as long-winded as Grandpa, and I have lots of friends, okay?"

Witt counted on his fingers: "I have a snake, a deer, a cow, and a beautiful black swan. They are all my friends."

"Best friend".

“It seems we need to discuss the issue of nighttime excursions.” Dumbledore winked slyly at Witt.

Witt: ? ? ?

"Professor, you can't do this."

In the distance, the sun had fully risen, but Dumbledore turned and walked down the stairs.

"No matter how high you stand, the sun people see is still the same sun. I hope you can be like that too."

After Dumbledore walked away, Witt squatted down, put his legs outside the Astronomy Tower, admired the beautiful sunrise in the distance, and muttered a complaint under his breath.

"The cunning old bee, I told you not to play riddles, it's tiring to keep guessing all the time."

Looking up to the people, always consistent.

Isn't this a requirement that only a saint could meet? You're testing me with this kind of requirement, aren't you overestimating me?

Professor Dumbledore, I cannot do that.

Witt lay on the observatory until the sun was high in the sky before he sat up.

The exam is over, and the classes are over, but Quidditch isn't.

Hogwarts is quite humane; the final Quidditch match is scheduled after the exams, allowing the stressed students to relax.

Today's match is Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff.

Tomorrow is Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.

Harry is in the hospital and definitely can't participate.

The score gap widened again, reaching a massive 237 points.

......

In the afternoon, Witt came to Snape's office with a letter in his hand.

"Quit?" Snape said with a dark face, "You want to quit the Quidditch team?"

"I disagree."

Witt was instrumental in this year's Quidditch victory, catching the Golden Snitch three times in three consecutive matches.

And most importantly, Witt can outmaneuver Harry in Quidditch.

How could Snape allow Harry Potter to steal the spotlight in Quidditch? How is that any different from his father James? Where does Lily's blood go in Harry's veins?

With such a poor performance in potions, how could he possibly be qualified to play Quidditch?

In front of Snape lay Harry's report card, an E (Good).

Moreover, this is only barely good, a far cry from Lily's near-perfect score of O (excellent) back then.

Snape would never admit that there was a problem with his teaching. He watched Harry every day and corrected his mistakes, but Harry still kept making mistakes.

This must mean there's something wrong with Harry's talent.

He didn't inherit Lily's potion-making talent at all.

In short, Snape disliked Harry more and more, but he had to admit that Harry was indeed very talented in Quidditch. If Witt left the Slytherin Quidditch team, Harry would be the only one who could dominate, and Snape would be incredibly arrogant.

No, absolutely not.

Snape would not allow such a thing to happen.

“But Quidditch training is really time-consuming.” Witt completely ignored Snape’s tyrannical aura and said calmly, “I only participated in Quidditch for Slytherin’s seven consecutive House Cup titles.”

"With three wins out of three, Slytherin has successfully won the Quidditch Cup, and my goal has been achieved."

"Quidditch is a complete burden to me right now. Why don't you consider Draco?"

"His Quidditch skills are actually quite good."

Snape completely ignored Witt and threw his application directly into the trash can.

"I can reduce your training time appropriately, but leaving the Quidditch team is absolutely out of the question. Unless you drop out of school, don't even think about it."

Draco, Draco is no match for Harry. Snape isn't blind. Why use Draco when he has Vito?

Chapter 69 The Final Bonus

Witt's request to leave the team failed, and he was kicked out by Snape.

It's so hard to be a person these days. When I wanted to join, you tried everything to stop me, and now that I want to quit, you're still trying everything to stop me.

No matter what I do, it's wrong.

bother.

Under an oak tree outside Hogwarts Castle, Witt sat leaning against the trunk with a book in his hand.

Ever since Witt received Rozier's box, he no longer liked staying in that deserted little corner room.

He prefers to stay outside, reading in the shade of trees with a gentle, warm breeze.

“Witt”.

“Witt”.

Two different voices entered Witt's ears at the same time.

Seamus and Draco ran over from either side.

The two then glared at each other angrily.

Slytherins and Gryffindors, what good things can they possibly say together? They're bound to have a fight.

"I'm telling you two," Witt said, closing his book and standing up, blocking their view. "Why are you so angry? It's almost vacation time, so cheer up."

Draco glared at Seamus with disdain and said directly, "My father wants to invite you to our house for the summer vacation. I will definitely throw you a grand welcome banquet."

After saying that, Draco arrogantly raised his head, wanting to hear what Seamus had to say.