Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

“I told you so,” Witt complained helplessly. “Don’t do any heavy physical work. With Hagrid the yak helping out and him watching over you, it’s fine. You’re so old, why are you trying to be tough?”

“Aunt May, what are you looking at?” Witt noticed that Aunt May was staring at him.

"Are you a wizard?"

On the bus, Aunt May kept turning around to look at Victor, and finally couldn't help but ask him out of curiosity.

"How could you... wait, you wouldn't be the same, would you?"

Witt looked at the other person suspiciously. It didn't seem like it; wizards wouldn't age so quickly.

Wizards' bodies are similar to Muggles', but magic itself has a strengthening effect on the body. In terms of lifespan, wizards generally live much longer than Muggles, provided they don't die unexpectedly.

"My husband is a dud."

Aunt Mei said frankly, "He kept these things from me when I was young, and only talked to me about them when I got old."

“When our child was eleven years old, he would look in the sky every day to see if there were any owls.”

“I thought he was having an episode, so I took him to the hospital several times.”

"His biggest regret in life was not being able to go to Hogwarts. I'm very curious about what kind of school Hogwarts is."

“This,” Witt whispered, “is a law in the magical world that forbids the disclosure of these things.”

"If you want to hear it, I can tell you, but you can't tell anyone else."

Squib—Victor never imagined that the object of his grandfather's envy was the Squib, a creature that everyone in the wizarding world avoided talking about.

Fate can be truly unpredictable sometimes.

"If it's illegal, then forget it."

Aunt May said quite frankly, "Actually, it was my granddaughter Sena. She might be a witch. Fergus died in the hospital because he was too emotional when he discovered this."

"I remember him holding my hand before he died, telling me to tell Sena to make sure he went to Gryffindor and never to go to Slytherin, and so on."

"Victor, which college are you from?"

"I would like to ask you to take care of Sena for me. She has always been rather introverted, and I am worried that she will be bullied if she goes to the wizarding world alone."

Witt chuckled twice: "I'm from Slytherin."

Well, for a moment, Witt saw deep embarrassment on Aunt May's face, and the originally relaxed atmosphere of the conversation suddenly froze.

Fortunately, Meryl Streep had lived for so many years and had watched Victor grow up, so she knew his personality very well.

"Since you can go to Slytherin, it seems Slytherin isn't so bad after all."

"Please take good care of Sena's matter."

"Don't worry," Witt said confidently. "I'm the top student in my grade this year. There's nothing I can't handle at Hogwarts."

"I can rest assured that."

After taking a deep breath, Aunt May asked hesitantly, "Do you think there's still a possibility between York and me?"

Aunt May's words were somewhat pragmatic; her son had died young, and her granddaughter was introverted. If she were to actually go to that magical world, she was genuinely worried about Sena's future.

Even with Witt's assurance, she still wanted an extra layer of security.

Besides, York was really good to her; it was just that she couldn't get over her own mental block, which is why she rejected York five years ago.

Now, five years have passed, and she has become much more indifferent to some things.

At her age, aside from her identity, she has little passion left to speak of.

At most, it's just living together temporarily, and moving to a different place to live.

Aunt May's words made Witt very happy.

“My grandfather keeps calling out your name in his dreams. It’s possible, absolutely possible.”

Witt patted his chest and assured him, "If you're shy, I'll talk to my grandfather and have him confess to you."

"He's thick-skinned, it's no big deal."

Chapter 72 Your suspicious look makes me very unhappy

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Aunt Mei drove her car and parked it at the farm.

As soon as Vittor got out of the car, Hagrid came over, his massive size causing the whole car to shake.

"Okay, stop fooling around."

Witt reached out and pressed down on the head of the yak, Haig, and said softly, "I don't have time to play with you now. I need to go check on my grandfather."

"Hagrid, the key."

Upon hearing the command, Hagrid raised his head, revealing the key chain hanging from his neck.

Witt entrusted Hagrid with the keys to the farm and the gate, ensuring he was always available and never had to worry about losing them.

Upon opening the door, Witt immediately heard York's groans, a sound tinged with pain, helplessness, and sadness.

"Tsk, you have to accept getting old when you're old."

Witt pushed open the door and went in, carefully straightening his slightly hunched body. He reached out and touched Grandpa York's back, his expression immediately becoming serious.

"Why didn't you go to the hospital when you were so badly injured?"

York said irritably, "I've been there. The doctor said that I'm too old to have surgery and that I should rest at home for a while. If the pain doesn't lessen, then I can proceed with treatment."

"Quack doctor, your Muggle medical skills are inadequate. I will heal you with magic."

Before York could speak, Witt released the Serpent Demon and turned to Aunt May behind the door, saying, "Aunt May, please wait a moment. I'll give you a few instructions and then I'll go to your house to check on Sena."

"Snake Demon, you stay here and heal my grandfather. Make your move after I've gone far away, understand?"

The trail for young wizards is attached to the wizards themselves, and this is done uniformly upon enrollment. If it were attached to the wands, Harry could simply send his wand out in seventh year to get a replacement, thus avoiding the Ministry of Magic's tracking. Why bother with the seven Potters' plan to transfer it?

Of course, Witt also had traces on his body, but fortunately he had pets like the Serpent Demon, who didn't have any traces on them. Witt only needed to walk a little further away and have the Serpent Demon cast a spell, so the Ministry of Magic wouldn't be able to detect it, which meant he hadn't used any magic.

After explaining things to the Serpent Demon, Witt began to instruct York on some matters.

"I'll brew you a bone-strengthening potion tonight. After you drink it, I guarantee you'll be back to normal. But you're getting on in years, so don't be so reckless in the future."

Stepping outside, Aunt May couldn't help but ask curiously, "Can magic cure everything?"

“Of course,” Vittor replied calmly. “As long as it’s not due to black magic or a genetic problem, even if your limbs are broken, magic can make them grow back.”

"It can even extend lifespan."

"If a wizard doesn't want to die, he can easily live for another one or two hundred years by using longevity potions."

"However, most wizards don't drink that stuff. Those potions can only prolong life, not restore youth. Living with an old and decaying body is just suffering."

Wizards like Dumbledore, who possess powerful magic and remain strong and healthy in their old age, are few and far between. Most wizards, especially those over a hundred years old, find their bodies no longer functioning properly even after taking potions.

Crispy Shark Nicolas Flamel is a typical example.

Even a powerful wizard like Nicolas Flamel, who used the Philosopher's Stone to brew the potion of immortality—a double advantage—could not resist the power of time. The condition of other wizards would only be worse.

Nicolas Flamel's eventual decision to end his life speaks volumes.

Achieving immortality through magic must come at a price.

Including Horcruxes.

Witt always felt that Horcruxes must have flaws, otherwise there should be many dark wizards in the magical world who have survived by using Horcruxes over the years.

It's just killing someone. Before the Ministry of Magic was established, no one would investigate wizards who killed people in the Middle Ages.

If Horcruxes were really that useful, why aren't there many immortal dark wizards these days?

Voldemort is fine because he's still young, only in his sixties, the prime of his wizarding career, so he's bound to be alright.

In a few hundred years, the problem will naturally emerge.

In addition, another possibility is that Horcruxes need to kill people every few decades to maintain their magical power.

Those dark wizards were all hunted down and killed by the Ministry of Magic for murder.

That's also a possibility.

In any case, Witt thought it was almost impossible to solve the problem once and for all by making good Horcruxes.

"Legs can regenerate, and lifespan can be extended by a hundred years!"

Aunt May now understands why her husband was so attached to the wizarding world, and why he kept talking about Hogwarts until his death.

After walking for about ten minutes, the two arrived at Aunt Mei's house.

“Sena is upstairs.” Aunt May sighed and said worriedly, “That child locks himself in his room all the time, I don’t know what he’s studying.”

Aunt May led Victor upstairs, took out her key, and opened the door.

The moment the door was pushed open, a series of chaotic clattering sounds came from inside the house.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy object fell to the ground.

A brown-haired girl with freckles on her face, wearing a homemade wizard's robe, clutching a crude imitation wand, fell to the ground in a disheveled manner and looked up in horror.

Beside her was a hand-drawn magic book with a large golden-red bird on the cover.

It looks like Dumbledore's phoenix; it's beautifully drawn, but it can't move.

“Aunt May,” Witt turned around and asked, full of doubt, “Are you sure what you meant earlier was that you were worried about Sena not adapting to the wizarding world?”

If this isn't suitable for the magical world, then who is?

Judging by her attire and level of obsession, Witt thought she looked more like a wizard than Dumbledore.

The magical world needs talents like this.

“She used to lock herself in the house,” Aunt Mei explained softly. “She also often sneaked around in the trash cans. I thought…”

"Grandma," Sena blushed and screamed, "Get out!"

With a loud bang, the poor door suffered a violent attack for no reason.

“Senna,” Aunt May knocked on the door and called out loudly, “Williams is a real wizard; he just returned from Hogwarts this year.”

Squeak.

The door was flung open instantly, and Sena, clutching her book, stared intently at Witt.