Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

After scrutinizing him for a while, she looked at Aunt May with a puzzled expression, as if to say that he didn't look like a wizard at all.

I have such a bad temper.

Witt took his suitcase out of his coat pocket, tapped it a few times, zoomed in, then zoomed out again and put it back in.

After completely stunning Sena with his skillful maneuver, Witt crossed his arms, tilted his head, and looked at the other man with arrogance, saying...

"Your suspicious look makes me very unhappy."

Witt and Sena knew each other before, but their relationship was just so-so.

Sena liked to go straight home after school every day and almost never went out to play. Apart from occasionally meeting and exchanging greetings, Victor and she basically never talked.

“But you don’t look like a wizard at all.” Sena stubbornly refused to admit his mistake.

“Being a wizard isn’t just about dressing up.” Witt pulled out his wand and casually waved it twice. “If the Ministry of Magic didn’t allow students to use magic during holidays, I would definitely show you the level of the top student at Hogwarts.”

Sena stared unblinkingly at the pocket where Victor had put the box and the wand in his hand.

It was clear that she was very interested in Witte's box and wand that could expand and shrink, but she didn't quite believe Witte's boasts.

"You're number one in the grade?"

"I remember you only got 40 on your history exam."

Witt...

Don't hit someone in the face, don't insult someone by revealing their shortcomings, and don't be too sharp-tongued.

Witte's academic performance was indeed poor before. Hagrid's cards provided little boost to his intelligence, and Witte had little interest in memorizing British history, so getting a score of 40 was already quite good.

Witt said, pouting.

"You'll see how strong I am when you get to Hogwarts."

If it weren't for his grandfather, he would have turned around and left right now. As the top student in his class at Hogwarts, how could he put up with this kind of treatment?

"I'll go prepare some desserts and juice for you," Aunt May stepped in to smooth things over, and also made room for the two of them.

Although Victor's grades were average and he was a bit mischievous when he was young, he was very filial and had more strength than most adults. He often helped his family manage the farm from the age of six.

He's a well-regarded child in the surrounding area.

My granddaughter really doesn't know how to talk.

Aunt May went downstairs to prepare dessert, leaving Sena and Witt staring at each other in the room.

After a long pause, Sena finally asked somewhat embarrassedly, "How did you manage to enlarge that box? And is your wand a real wand?"

"I don't know," Witt said with a straight face. "I only got 40 points on my history test, how would I know such a difficult question?"

One sentence killed the conversation.

Okay.

Sena took a few deep breaths, her face flushed, and apologized, "I was wrong just now. Please tell me, how did that box get so big? And is your wand real?"

"Did you receive a letter from the owl?"

"Haven't received it yet."

"No, that won't do. Ministry of Magic law stipulates that I can't tell you too much."

“You…” Sena was so angry that his mouth twisted in disbelief.

"Just kidding." Upon hearing Aunt May coming upstairs, Witt quickly stopped his mocking behavior.

"As long as you don't use magic, talking about things related to the magical world is not against the law. Anyway, most Muggles won't believe it, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to find any trace of magic."

"That box has a spell that can enlarge or shrink it, so it can change size freely. As for the wand..."

"Once you receive the letter from the owl, I can take you to Ollivander's shop in Diagon Alley to buy it. Mr. Ollivander is the best wand maker in the wizarding world."

"What if we haven't received it?" Sena asked somewhat anxiously.

"If you didn't receive it, it means you're not cut out for magic and will never learn it. Staying in the Muggle world is actually a good choice."

"Isn't there any other way?" Sena asked anxiously.

Aside from the time she was six years old, when she broke her grandfather's favorite teacup and, in a moment of great terror, accidentally restored it, Sena never displayed any magical talent again.

Five years have passed, and she even doubts whether what happened back then was a dream.

"No."

Witt shook his head and said, "But I think your grandfather is probably right. Instead of worrying about that, why don't you seriously consider how to curry favor with me?"

Witt looked very proud.

"The magical world is not peaceful. If you want to survive, you have to find a powerful backer."

"Standing in front of you is the most powerful force in the future magical world."

Sena (￣ェ￣;): "How come I never knew you were so arrogant?"

"Your juice and macarons," Aunt May placed the desserts in front of them and said with a soft smile, "Take your time chatting, I won't disturb you any longer."

"Thank you, Aunt May." Witt accepted the juice and thanked her very politely.

“Nobody believes the truth these days.” Witt took a sip of juice and sighed. “I’m going to my friend’s house in a few days. His mother is a wizard and can secretly cast spells at home. The Ministry of Magic can’t identify who casts the spells, so they won’t issue a warning.”

"I'll show you my strength then, and you'll know I'm not exaggerating."

"Magic, what kind of magic?" Sena was filled with excitement at the mention of magic.

Vittor had no choice but to patiently tell her about Hogwarts or magic.

In a few days, when Grandpa York and Aunt May get married, Sena will become his sister, and Witt will be much more patient with his own family.

evening.

Witt handed the brewed potion to Grandpa York.

The moment the medicine touched his tongue, York's face turned a deep liver color. If Victor hadn't been watching him, he would have spat out what was in his mouth.

The potion took effect in less than two seconds after being drunk.

York twisted his waist and felt incredibly relaxed all over.

"You brat, why didn't you bring out such a good thing sooner? Were you trying to make me suffer?"

York became more and more confident as he twisted the grass: "I feel like I could mow the lawn all day without it hurting."

"You'd better just lie there quietly."

Witt came out of the kitchen. Cooking is such a hassle now that magic is forbidden.

He only made three side dishes and then didn't want to continue.

"The potion can only restore your bones to their pre-injury state; it cannot reverse the aging process caused by age. Hagrid could have easily handled those things, so why are you being so stubborn?"

"If you fall ill and are bedridden, Aunt Mei will have to marry into the family, wouldn't that be pure suffering?"

"Stop trying to fool me, kid," York muttered as he ate. "Mind your own business."

“Is that so?” Wittner said. “I went to great lengths to persuade Aunt May. She was about to agree to your request, and we just had to take the last step.”

"Since you don't want me to handle that matter, then forget it."

Before Witt could finish speaking, York grabbed him and asked excitedly, "Are you telling the truth? She really has changed her mind?"

"We're just waiting for you to confess your feelings."

Although Witt wanted to tease York, seeing York's impatient look, he thought it best not to make fun of him.

Otherwise, his butt might not be able to take it.

"Great!" York threw down his chopsticks and ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth, wash his face, and shave. He then rushed into the bedroom, took out his most treasured suit from the bottom shelf, and kept trying it on in front of the mirror.

“I said,” Witt shouted, “it’s so late, can’t you wait until tomorrow?”

"What do you know, you little kid?" York roared impatiently. "It's getting late, perfect for a candlelight dinner. You just stay home and wait for my good news."

Rumble.

The old cars in the garage, almost rusty, were driven with the roar of a bull.

Witt watched York depart through the window, silently offering his blessings.

Grandpa waited his whole life, and finally, his wish came true.

Theresa May had some idea of ​​what was going on in her mind. If it weren't for Seymour's influence, she probably would never have gotten over this hurdle in her life.

Grandpa probably really has to wait until he dies.

Fortunately, the wonder of magic allowed it to play a role beyond magic itself.

Perhaps this can be considered a form of magic.

Chapter 73 Black Wizard Attack

A week later, Meryl Streep moved in with Seine.

There was no wedding or banquet; they simply got a marriage certificate.

Grandpa and Aunt May lived together, while Sena moved next door to Witt.

"Dinner's ready."

Witt stood in front of Sena's door, knocking for a long time without getting a response. In desperation, he could only shout in a half-threatening tone, "If you don't open the door, I'm going to force my way in."

Only then did a little noise come from inside the room.

Five minutes later, the door opened.

"The food is cold, what are you doing?"

“Write a letter to Professor Dumbledore.” Sena’s face was full of excitement.

"Professor Dumbledore said my name is on the Book of Admission, and the owl will arrive in a few days."

"He also sent me a phoenix feather that had fallen off."

"Real phoenix feathers."

Sena's face was flushed, clearly showing that she had become a little fan of Dumbledore.