Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"Alright, hurry up and eat. It's just a phoenix, I have one too."

“Your Albus doesn’t look like a phoenix at all.” Sena showed no respect for Witt.

"I think you don't want to ride a flying broomstick anymore," Witt threatened, squinting his eyes.

“Fine, I won’t sit then.” Sena turned her head away.

......

At 7:30 p.m., after it was completely dark, Sena still sat down behind Witt's broom.

Because he's been busy moving lately, the date for visiting Simo's house has been repeatedly postponed. Simo has written to urge him three times already. Witt and he agreed to go over tonight.

I didn't want to bring Senna along, but she stubbornly insisted on coming along.

On one hand, she wanted to experience what it felt like to fly in the sky on a broomstick, and on the other hand, she wanted to go to Seamus to learn and use some magic.

In the Victor family, she cannot use magic.

That wretched thread, it wasn't on her body, yet it bound her as well.

The Firebolt truly lived up to its reputation as the fastest broom in the magical world. With Sena by his side, Witt flew to Seamus's doorstep in less than half an hour.

"Simo, Simo, open the door."

"Witt." Seamus opened the door with a look of surprise and asked, "Why are you so late?"

"Fire bolts!"

Simo's eyes lit up: "Mom is telling me again that the Fire Arrow doesn't exist. That's great! This time I'll put the real thing in front of her and see what she can say then."

"she is?"

Simo stared intently at the fire bolts without blinking until Witt entered the house and noticed Sena following behind him.

For a moment, Simo's gaze was even more fervent than when he had looked at the fire crossbow bolt.

His hands began unconsciously tidying up his previously casual and sloppy clothes.

"My sister, Sena."

Victor gave a brief introduction, then pulled out his wand and asked, "Can you use magic in your house?"

"My mom is home today, so it's okay."

"Completely cleaned up."

Witt casually tossed the fire bolt to Simo and used magic to clean the dust off him and Sena.

“Magic is still more convenient,” Witt complained. “Before I learned magic, I could use it freely, but after I learned it, I can’t anymore. What kind of situation is this?”

“Simo”.

Witt approached Seamus, pulled him upright, and handed him a packaged box of shampoo: "Potter brand hair care potion, a gift I brought for Mrs. Finigan. Sena and I are staying here for a few days, sorry to bother you."

Simo was a very easygoing person, and when Victor spoke to him, he didn't bother with any useless pleasantries and spoke very directly.

Simon ignored Witt and silently turned around to steal a glance at Senna.

Is the Seine good-looking?

Witt turned around in confusion, looked her up and down, and then commented that she was cute overall, but far from being amazing.

"I said, stop drooling."

"Ah." Ximo hurriedly wiped his mouth, then realized that he hadn't drooled at all.

“Witt”.

“Alright,” Witt interrupted Seamus’s complaint. “Didn’t you want to see the Firebolt? My sister is a wizard too, she’ll have plenty of opportunities to go to school later.”

"Oh, right, fire crossbow bolts."

Simo then remembered his business and ran upstairs with the fire crossbow bolts in his arms.

He forgot about the hair-care potion that Victor had brought.

Well, I'll have to deliver it myself.

"Here's your wand." Witt tossed his wand to Sena, whispering a reminder: "Only use simple spells. Don't try anything reckless, understand?"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm." Sena nodded rapidly.

Witt had figured it out: his adopted sister only talked to people when she needed their help; otherwise, she preferred to be alone and tinker with things, and wouldn't listen to anyone else.

If he went to Hogwarts, Witt would probably be a Ravenclaw most of the time, and a Hufflepuff less likely.

Slytherin and Gryffindor would never accept her.

Witt is confident in his word on this.

Carrying the hair-protecting potion, Victor walked upstairs and saw Seamus's smug expression and Lady Finigan's surprised look as soon as he entered the door.

"It's so beautiful."

No Quidditch enthusiast can resist a firebolt, and Lady Finegane is no exception.

Lady Finigan gently stroked the fire bolt, looked at the number on the handle, and asked, "What does 001 mean?"

Victor took out the hair-care potion, placed it on the table, and explained, "This is the product number of the Firebolt. 001 means it is the world's first Firebolt."

“This broom must be very expensive.” Lady Finigan snatched the fire bolt from Seamus’s hand and returned it to Witt.

"It's better not to let that careless guy Ximo touch something so valuable. If he gets it damaged, I'll have to make him work for you for the rest of his life."

"Mother."

Simo shouted angrily, "You really are a mother, humiliating your son like this in front of outsiders!"

“It’s nothing,” Witt said nonchalantly. “A bump can be fixed, and besides, fire bolts don’t break that easily.”

"Witt! Help!"

Before Witt could finish speaking, a scream came from underground from Sena.

Without a second thought, Witt jumped from the second floor. If something happened to Sena, he wouldn't be able to face his grandparents when he got back.

The moment he landed, Witt saw two masked wizards, one carrying Sena away, and the other toying with his wand.

"Who are you? Put Sena down."

"Put her down," the leading black wizard said calmly. "Of course, we will put this little girl down."

"As long as you hand over the fire crossbow bolts, I guarantee she will be safe and sound."

"Fire crossbow bolts?" Witt said coldly, "You came here for the fire crossbow bolts."

"That's right, the world's first fire crossbow."

Since Witt had no wand, the other party seemed quite confident, and said slowly in a hoarse, falsetto voice, "Someone is willing to pay a high price for this fire bolt."

“We’ve been secretly following you since you got out of school. After waiting for seven days, we finally got our chance. You came from your Muggle grandpa’s house to a wizard’s house.”

"We can finally use magic with peace of mind, without worrying about being monitored by the trail."

"Now, hand over the fire crossbow bolts, and we'll let this poor little girl go."

The trails on the little wizard's body serve as both surveillance and protection.

If Witt stays at home, these dark wizards won't dare to make a move; the moment they do, the Ministry of Magic will be there.

Before they could succeed, the Aurors would throw them in jail.

Therefore, they can only wait.

"Simo, take down the fire bolts."

Without the slightest hesitation, Witt said that a broom was nothing compared to Sena's life.

Let's ensure Senna's safety first.

"The wise choice is for you not to even think about taking action."

"Fire arrows are flying in."

As soon as Simo appeared with the fire bolt, the other party couldn't wait to use magic to snatch it away, his eyes filled with joy.

"Now, stand here and don't move."

“Just count to ten right here, and we promise we won’t make things difficult for this little girl.”

Robbery and murder have completely different sentencing standards in the Ministry of Magic.

The former involves the Ministry of Magic issuing arrest warrants and dispatching some enforcers to pursue the suspect, while the latter involves Aurors coming to your house in groups to loiter.

They were only after money and didn't want to make a big fuss.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Witt counted to three, when suddenly a terrified scream and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from outside the door.

Rushing outside, Serpent Demon and Albus stood guard in front of Sena, while James obediently handed the wand to Witt, who was still holding it in his mouth.

Next to it was an open box, and Wenda was using magic to grab a dark wizard and drag him inside.

Another dark wizard disappeared along with the fire bolt.

"Master," the Serpent Demon whispered in Serpent Language, "the wizard with the fire crossbow left first. We have no choice but to ensure Miss Sena's safety and intercept the one who leaves later."

“It’s alright.” Witt waved his hand and said, “It’s right to ensure Sena’s safety first. We just need to catch one of them. After this is over, we can figure out how to get him to talk.”

"No one in this world can get away unscathed after touching my things."

Anyone who dares to mess with him will be punished. If he doesn't get revenge, Witt will change his name to Voldemort right in front of Dumbledore.

“Witt.” Seamus ran out of the house and asked with concern, “Is Sena alright?”

“It’s alright.” Witt carried Sena into the room. As for the dark wizard who had fallen to the ground, he was dragged into a suitcase before Seamus came out and was shrunk down and put away by Witt.

Witt didn't intend to let Seamus know about capturing a dark wizard.

"The other party is quite trustworthy. Sena is just unconscious and will wake up soon."

"It's all my fault," Ximo said remorsefully. "If I hadn't been watching the fire crossbow, none of you would have been in this situation."

“This has nothing to do with you,” Witt said, shaking his head. “They’ve been watching me for a long time. Even if I hadn’t come here, they would have found another opportunity to make their move. There’s no escaping it.”

Firebolt No. 001. I never thought people in the wizarding world liked collecting things.