Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Once you enter Hogwarts, you'll have access to achievement chests. While they may not be abundant, you can still draw one every now and then.

However, Witt certainly wouldn't give all of it to the Serpent Demon just because he wanted it; even if he didn't lack magic stone powder, he couldn't do that.

The Serpent Demon was already arrogant; if Witt spoiled him without any limits, the Serpent Demon would become even more arrogant.

Therefore, the magic stone powder can only be used as a reward when the Serpent Demon obeys.

I won't give it out casually.

The serpent demon licked away quickly, and soon swallowed all the magic stone powder.

Close your eyes and begin to digest.

Unlike in games, there was no instant leveling up.

Vitter understood; his earlier decision to stop the Serpent Demon was indeed correct. Even if Hagrid stole the Philosopher's Stone, he wouldn't give the Serpent Demon time to process it.

Dumbledore will also come.

There might be a scene where they disembowel someone to remove stones.

The thought of that scene is cruel.

the next day.

After a night of digestion, the Serpent Demon had completely absorbed the magic power of the magic stone powder.

Its body grew larger, and it also activated new abilities.

You can petrify your opponent by consuming magic power through eye contact.

It wasn't very powerful; when used on the yak Hagrid, the opponent was completely unaffected.

When used on ordinary animals, it can only petrify them for about an hour.

At present, this can only be regarded as a surprise attack.

But Witt was still very happy, because the final form of the Serpent Demon was a basilisk monster that could kill anyone it glared at.

And it's the kind that's controllable.

The future is expected.

(The reason for their win rate against Dumbledore comes from this; without this skill, Witt and the Serpent Demon would have no chance of winning against Dumbledore.)

Think about it, Voldemort would eat a melon while killing someone, but he only needs to give his opponent a look and let them go down and experience it for themselves.

The style is clearly much higher.

After testing the Serpent Demon's new abilities, Witt finally let go of the poor rooster and took out his spellbook to begin practicing magic.

He hadn't forgotten that this year Hogwarts would have a "Book King," a Hermione who liked to carry around a book wider than a person as a pastime.

Moreover, he was the top student in the same grade as him.

To get first place in the grade and claim the achievement chest, Witt needs to be even more ambitious than Hermione.

Seven grades, seven purple treasure chests, surely we should give him a character card.

Maybe we can get an otter Hermione.

Otters have such smooth fur; it must feel amazing to touch.

For the sake of the fluffy fur, the top spot in the grade can only belong to him, Witt.

Chapter 8 The Hogwarts Express

King's Cross Station, entrance.

"Simo, over here."

Witt waved and greeted him warmly.

Since they met in Diagon Alley, their two families have been communicating frequently by phone.

They have a very good relationship now.

“Witt”.

Simon crawled over happily and gave Witt a hard pat on the shoulder.

Vittor remained motionless, while Simo was jolted and in excruciating pain.

Witt joked, "Still thinking about the previous match? You've picked the wrong opponent. No matter how you compete, you can't beat me."

“That’s not necessarily true.” Seamus measured the wand in his hand, looked up and said, “I may not be able to beat him in strength, but I might not lose in magic.”

magic?

You're comparing your magical talent to that of a basilisk version of Voldemort...

Then all I can say is that you have a long way to go before you suffer setbacks.

However, it's not a good idea to dampen their enthusiasm at this stage.

Witt could only evade the question, asking in a low voice, "Where is Mrs. Finigan? Didn't you say she would take you to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters? Why did she suddenly call me to pick you up?"

“My mom had something come up.” Ximo’s expression was somewhat indignant. “She’s always like this. It’s alright, I’m all grown up now. I can manage on my own even without her.”

"Why isn't your grandfather here?"

“My grandfather was helping me inquire about shipping services, and he insisted that the yak Haige go with me, saying it was to protect me.”

Witt said with a hint of helplessness, "Hogwarts doesn't allow such large animals to be transported. Grandpa is arguing with the staff."

"So you've already been to Platform 9¾?" Seamus discovered the blind spot.

"What's that place like? Is the Hogwarts Express a flying carriage pulled by dragons, or a luxurious house dragged by giants?"

"Or a giant beast like the yak Hagrid would be nice too."

Seamus asked excitedly, filled with longing for everything in the magical world.

“If I told you,” Victor whispered, “it was just a rather nice steam train, would you be very disappointed?”

Steam? Train?

Simo's excitedly waving hands suddenly fell limp, and he said listlessly.

"Hogwarts is a magic school, so why do we have to take a train to school? It's not magical at all."

“Maybe it’s because the place we’re standing right now is called a train station,” Witt told a really lame joke.

"Let's go, my grandfather should probably give up soon."

Witt led Seamus to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. There was no need to rush in; the platform would be opened on the day of enrollment. The wall that Witt and the others saw was just an illusion cast by the wizard.

It was always clear here before the Hogwarts Express started.

You can walk in at your leisure.

"It really is a train."

Simo felt like his dreams had been shattered.

Witt glanced at him, thinking he was taking his good fortune for granted. Countless people in his past life had wanted to ride this train but never had the chance, and he was complaining about it.

“Witt”.

Turning around, Grandpa York was just walking over with his yak, Hag. Judging from his expression, his theory had clearly failed.

The staff recruiting new students refused to deliver such a massive creature as Hagrid the yak to Hogwarts.

“I already said, I’m just going to school, not to fight a war, there’s no need to take Hagrid with me.”

"Hagrid can stay and help you take care of the farm, so why won't you listen?"

Hagrid?

Harry, who was looking around blankly, heard the name Hagrid and ran over immediately, but couldn't see Hagrid anywhere.

“It’s you.” Harry remembered Witt, the strange boy who kept a snake and whom he had met in Gringotts last time.

Harry remembered it so vividly mainly because the snake's gaze felt strangely familiar to him.

"I just heard someone talking about Hagrid. Did you hear that?" Harry asked timidly but politely.

"That's it."

Witt beckoned and whispered, "Hagrid, come here."

The yak Haig then came over and affectionately nuzzled Victor's face.

"He is one of my best friends, Yak Haige."

Harry (｀?ω?')

Hagrid, huh?

Harry's expression was ambiguous, a mixture of disappointment and something else. Knowing the truth, he hastily bid farewell to Victor.

I don't know where they went.

Victor didn't care. Harry was the key figure this year. He was more concerned about how to get first place in the grade than Harry.

"Grandpa, the train is about to leave, so stop worrying about Hagrid. Bye."

As he watched Witte board the train, York, holding the reins around the neck of the yak Hagrid, stood by the train and saw him off.

"Look at that Muggle old man, he actually brought a cow here and said he was going to send it to Hogwarts for his grandson."

"I bet his grandson is still breastfeeding and needs to drink milk."

Victor had only taken a few steps after boarding the train when he heard a shrill laugh coming from the carriage in front of him, directed at his grandfather, York.

Reaching out to remove the colored contact lens from his eyes, Victor walked past with a cold gaze.

Bang.

The carriage door was suddenly pulled open, and everyone inside turned around at the same time.

"There are no seats outside, so I'll sit here. You guys don't mind, right?"

Draco wanted to say he had a problem with it, but for some reason, he couldn't move his body at all, as if he had been petrified.

"It's good that you have no objections."