Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Simo blushed, and the words he was about to say stuck in his throat.

In that instant, Witt understood.

“I will definitely visit Mr. Malfoy on time.” Witt answered Draco first, then walked to Seamus’s side and asked in a low voice, “What happened? If there is anything I can do to help, I will.”

Simone blushed slightly and said, "My mother also loves Quidditch. I told her you had a Firebolt that was far superior to Nimbus 2000, but she never believed me."

"So I was wondering if you could bring your fire crossbow bolts and come to my house for a few days."

Draco was willing to throw a lavish party for Witt, but he wanted Witt to bring his own fire crossbow to his house to demonstrate. Without the comparison, it would have been fine, but after the comparison, Seamus felt really embarrassed.

“I thought it was something serious.” Witt felt he was worrying for no reason. He reassured Simo, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely ride my Firebolt to your house after the holidays.”

Seamus was, after all, the first friend who helped him when he came to the wizarding world, so Victor wouldn't refuse such a small favor.

“That’s great!” Simon said happily. “I’ll go write a letter to my mother right now.”

Seamus ran off quickly, and Draco sneaked over to him: "Witt, what were you two talking about? I know you were trying to ask you for a favor, otherwise your faces wouldn't be so red."

"That's how all the wizards who asked my father for favors were."

“That’s not important,” Witt changed the subject, and said in a low voice, “You should tell me when Mr. Lucius would like me to visit, and what kind of gift would be appropriate.”

“No need to bring a gift.” Draco instantly forgot about what had just happened and patted his chest, saying, “Father said that as long as you can come, that’s enough.”

“Is that so?” Witt nodded thoughtfully.

It seems Lucius wants to see what he's capable of and whether he's worth investing in.

Ugh!

Witt suddenly had a good idea.

Although Voldemort called him his son that day to use him as a shield, this was an identity that Voldemort himself admitted. If we just cut the memory out of context, we can take it out of context.

This prince's status is off the charts.

It wouldn't be a problem to use it to fool Bella, let alone Lucius.

Thanks to Voldemort for the assist, I will take good care of your Horcruxes.

Offer it a noble Dementor's kiss.

*

Two days later.

At the end-of-term party, Slytherin was leading Gryffindor by 243 points.

It was a crushing victory. Snape personally led the team to completely renovate the Great Hall with green and silver decorations.

Every Slytherin student held their head high with pride.

The Gryffindors, on the other hand, were a bit dejected, especially Hermione, who had lost first place due to a mistake on one question. She was now scratching her hair in frustration and muttering to Ron incessantly.

When Harry walked in, a significant number of students stood up and stared at him.

Just like when school started.

During the days Harry was in a coma, everyone at Hogwarts knew that it was Harry who stopped the dark wizard Quirrell and protected the Philosopher's Stone.

This has been the hottest topic for the past two days, even more so than Quidditch matches.

Harry was clearly not used to being the center of attention. He moved his feet timidly, keeping his head down as if he hadn't seen anything.

Even though the lights were already focused on him, he still pretended not to be seen like a thief, sneaking between Hermione and Ron.

It looks really interesting.

Witt couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

This savior is indeed hard to dislike.

The noise in the Great Hall continued until Dumbledore arrived, and the students spontaneously quieted down the moment he stood on the podium.

"Another year has passed, and while I'm enjoying the delicious food, I must bother you for a moment."

"Listen to this old man spouting some clichés."

"You must have acquired a lot of knowledge this year, filling your heads to the brim. The upcoming summer vacation is the perfect time for you to digest it all and make room for the next semester's courses."

"Now we will begin with the Academy Cup awards ceremony."

"The credit hours for each college are as follows."

"Fourth place Hufflepuff: 321 points."

"Third place Gryffindor: 427 points."

"Second place Ravenclaw: 431 points."

"First place: Slytherin, 670 points."

With the help of two Quidditch matches and extra points earned in class, Witt earned over 100 more points for Slytherin on top of their 530.

It's fair to say that Witt carried the team to the very top of the standings.

Seeing this praiseworthy score, everyone looked at Witt. Although some of these points were due to Snape's favoritism, if Witt didn't have real ability, he wouldn't have gotten the points even with Snape's favoritism.

After Dumbledore announced the results, all the students applauded.

Slytherin's voice was the loudest, and the applause and cheers were like thunder.

"Quiet, all the colleges performed very well, but..."

Dumbledore's words drew all attention: "I think I haven't taken him into account in the recent events."

"These scores need to be redistributed."

"First, Ron Weasley, he won the most brilliant game of chess at Hogwarts in recent years, I would give Gryffindor fifty points."

This time it was Gryffindor's turn to have a good time, and Witt's face immediately fell.

At the same time, his hand unconsciously reached for the box on his chest.

If the final score is not high enough, Voldemort will miss out on a Dementor's beautiful kiss.

"Secondly, Miss Hermione Granger, she made a brilliant deduction in the face of fire, therefore I award her fifty points in Gryffindor."

Well, this time it wasn't just Victor who was getting restless; Snape was also getting a little impatient. His gaze left Harry and involuntarily drifted toward Dumbledore.

“The third item,” Dumbledore continued, “is Harry Potter. He has shown remarkable courage and boldness, and I award him eighty points in Gryffindor.”

Witt had completely lost interest in listening. He sat there, poised to stand up at any moment.

"Quiet." Dumbledore gestured for silence. "Finally, I have one more piece of advice for you: courage comes in many forms. We need superhuman courage to deal with enemies, and we also need to stand firm in our principles when dealing with friends or even professors."

"Therefore, I will award Neville Longbottom and Witt Boots ten points each."

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Witt looked up in disbelief. Dumbledore had given Slytherin ten extra credits at the year-end party. Was this normal? Was this reasonable? Was this still the biased Dumbledore?

However, Dumbledore on the podium did not stop despite Witte's doubts.

“Witt told me that as a student, he might not know what he would become in the future, but as a professor, I should not forget my own feelings and thoughts when I was young.”

"It takes a lot of courage to stand up for your own views and understanding in front of a professor."

"Let us congratulate Slytherin on winning this year's House Cup, achieving a seven-peat that no one has accomplished in centuries."

Without a doubt, Witt became a hero, and all the Slytherin students looked at him with kindness. Even Snape's gaze towards Witt softened considerably.

Honestly, when Dumbledore started adding points, Snape really wanted to kick the old man.

One hundred and ninety points? You really dare to add that much!

If Witt hadn't prepared in advance, Slytherin's score would definitely have been surpassed by Gryffindor.

Thankfully, Witt was there, which saved Slytherin's seven years of hard work.

Snape's opinion of Witt underwent a complete transformation at this moment.

He possesses keen and far-sighted vision, a witty and intelligent mind, a magical talent so powerful that even a first-year student could feel threatened by him, and a humble and elegant demeanor.

It seems that a monster has truly emerged in this generation of Slytherin.

Chapter 70 The Golden Legend: The Resurrection Stone

Below the stage, Witt watched Dumbledore raise his glass to him with a sly wink, and felt speechless.

The cunning old bee, he was definitely doing it on purpose.

However, for the sake of obtaining the gold achievement, Witt tolerated it.

One gold treasure chest, one purple treasure chest, and the extra ten points will get you a blue treasure chest.

It took me a whole year to get a gold achievement.

Witt stared at the glittering golden treasure chest on the game interface, his eyes practically gleaming.

According to his settings, the probability of getting a legendary wizard from a golden treasure chest is much higher than that from a regular treasure chest.

I really want to open it right now.

But the banquet isn't over yet, and it's not a good time to open the box because of the crowds.

On their last day away from school, the banquet lasted until very late, and the young wizards reluctantly returned to their dormitories just before curfew.

In the dead of night, amidst the snoring in the dormitory, Victor stealthily opened the box, hid inside, and didn't even have time to pray.

The three treasure chests opened immediately.

Two beams of golden light shot into the sky.

Golden Treasure Chest: Phoenix Albus

Purple Treasure Chest: Magic Stone Powder.

Blue Chest: Deathly Hallows - Resurrection Stone.

Fire, golden flames reaching to the heavens and spreading across the entire sky, and a magnificent figure emerged from the flames, hovering above Vittor's head.

The flames continued to gather until a high-pitched cry rang out.

The flames subsided, finally revealing a scruffy little chubby chicken.