Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

This magic was newly engraved by Witt. Witt will need to use the Firebolt again, so he needs to find an excuse to prove that the Firebolt was not stolen.

Lucius didn't pay much attention to the anti-theft spell, but instead secretly glanced at Draco. His son was really disappointing; he claimed to be Witt's best friend, yet he was completely unaware of such an important matter.

Without a doubt, the seamless stretching box was inscribed with a new and powerful magic. This magic alone is enough to start a company specializing in it.

The mere thought of a shrinking, seamless stretching spell for tents, boxes, and bags was enough to thoroughly excite Lucius's mind.

This kind of magic is a devastating blow to manufacturers of the Seamless Stretch Charm that can't shrink items.

Anti-theft magic is nothing; Lucius just wants to see Witt's box.

He wanted Witt to give it up voluntarily, but how could Witt possibly give it up voluntarily? He wanted Lucius to come and beg him.

After staring at him for a long time, Witt just smiled and pretended not to know anything.

Lucius immediately realized that he couldn't get this from Witt without paying something in return.

"What an ingenious design." Lucius politely praised Witt's anti-thief magic and returned the fire bolt to Witt.

"Draco's room is upstairs. You can play some chess and chat for a while. Dobby will inform you before the banquet starts tonight."

Although Lucius desperately wanted the magic, he knew that things couldn't be rushed.

And right now, the most important thing is actually the Ministry of Magic's seizure of dark magic items.

That damned Weasley came to his house twice in half a month. At this rate of search frequency, he's going to have a hard time.

The red-haired Weasley was deliberately targeting him.

Lucius planned to ask the other pure-blood families at the upcoming banquet how they planned to deal with the Ministry of Magic's search, so as to form a united front with the other pure-blood families.

Without the Dark Lord backing him up, Lucius had no choice but to band together for warmth.

Witt is only a first-year student. No matter how much Lucius thinks highly of him, he won't make any major investments in him at this stage. The Dark Lord didn't start his rebellion until he was over forty years old. Lucius doesn't think Witt is stronger than the Dark Lord.

upstairs.

Witte secretly observed Lucius's changing expression and roughly estimated what was going on in his mind.

To put it bluntly, he was too young. Even though he knew that Witte's future was bright, Lucius was still calculating the gains and losses and was unwilling to make a big bet.

Do I need those few measly coins?

Witt sneered, thinking that Lucius didn't have the same guts as the two dark wizards from yesterday.

Looks like we need to give him a real shock.

Draco's room was on the third floor, and the furnishings were surprisingly ordinary, especially for a child his age.

There were no posters or anything fancy in the room. Apart from some snacks on the table, there was only a Wizard's Chess set on the bed.

The only thing worth noting was the 2001 light wheel in the corner of the room.

Harry has a Nimbus 2000, and Draco obviously doesn't want to fall behind him.

The reputation of the fire bolts has not yet spread to Britain, and these things are handmade and produced in limited quantities, so they must be pre-ordered.

Draco couldn't buy Firebolts, so he bought a Nimbus 2001 to outdo Harry first.

“William, let’s go for a broomstick ride! There’s a broomstick racing track near my house, let’s see who can fly faster!” Draco couldn’t wait to show off his new broomstick to Witt.

"you sure?"

Witt asked, holding the fire crossbow bolt.

"Forehead!"

Draco immediately backed down and whispered, "Then let's not race, let's just fly around and have some fun."

"It's up to you to decide."

Witt readily agreed.

The Serpent Demon card really doesn't have much of a talent for flying. Voldemort himself thought riding a broom was stupid; he flew using his own invented flying magic.

Voldemort flew fast because he used magic, and his magical skills were powerful and sophisticated enough.

It's not the same as riding a flying broomstick.

If you really play a racing game and don't change your cards, Witt is a little worried that your base will fall apart.

If he were to switch cards, Witt wouldn't feel secure.

Jaime's card is too weak; the current Serpent Demon can take him down in one move.

The magical world is too dangerous; there's no need for Witt to change his cards.

After flying out of the third-floor window and circling the area, Witt spotted a chubby figure near Draco's house.

Professor Slughorn.

He seemed to be secretly collecting shed feathers from a white peacock. He was all alone, and he kept looking around as he picked them up.

"professor."

Witt flew down and greeted them very politely.

Slughorn was so startled he almost jumped up. He hurriedly stuffed the white peacock feathers into his pocket and muttered to himself, "That peacock was really rude, throwing feathers around like that."

A peacock? Someone speak for me.

“Professor.” Seeing that the other person did not recognize him, Witt had no choice but to speak again to remind him, “It’s me, Witt.”

"Witt?"

Slughorn turned his head sharply and saw Witt standing there politely, holding a fire crossbow bolt in his hand. He was overjoyed.

"It's really you."

"Snake Eyes, Fire Arrow, it's such a pleasure to meet you."

Slughorn trotted over and greeted Witt warmly, as if he were seeing his own grandson.

"Witt, I saw on the news that your fire bolts were stolen, weren't they?" Slughorn asked curiously after calming down.

“I set up anti-theft magic.” Witt repeated the excuse he had prepared beforehand, and even pointed out the magic mark to Slughorn.

"Perfect magic runes, so beautiful."

“You carved this yourself.” Slughorn’s eyes lit up as he looked at Witt.

Considering Victor's age, his mastery of magic runes is unparalleled.

During the questioning, Slughorn even drew his wand, wanting to test the power of the magic.

A powerful burst of magic erupted.

Slughorn was instantly knocked back by the magic, and the fire bolt vanished from its spot, flashing back into Witt's hand.

But Witt showed no intention of taking it, ignoring the fire bolt and quickly running over to support Slughorn.

This was his first major benefactor; a mere fire arrow was nothing compared to that.

"Did you really set up this magic?" Slughorn's hands were trembling. He would believe it if you said Moody set up magic with such power.

“I can demonstrate it to you.”

Witt drew his wand and unleashed an incredibly powerful weather spell at the sky. Instantly, a gale howled, and the entire sky was covered by dark clouds.

The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

Slughorn's expression froze. The power of this magic was about the same as what he could achieve even if he used it himself.

How old is Witt?

Is this reasonable?

Was Tom this strong when he was in first grade?

Slughorn felt a little scared. Although he liked to discover geniuses, the power that Witt had shown was beyond his comprehension.

If he's like this in first grade, what will happen when he's an adult?

Slughorn dared not think about it.

"Professor, Professor?" Witt waved his hand in front of Slughorn and called out several times before Slughorn came to his senses.

"Oh, I was just spacing out."

Slughorn smiled somewhat reluctantly and said softly, "I just remembered I have some things to take care of, so I'll be going now."

Without waiting for Witt's reply, Slughorn hurriedly left, leaving Witt standing there alone.

hiss~

Done!

Witt slammed his fist on his head, as if he had used too much force.

Witt had planned to make a good impression on Slughorn during their first meeting by actively trying to impress him, but now it seems... he's backfired, and Slughorn has actually started to fear him.

What kind of situation is this?

Witt stared in the direction Slughorn had left, wanting to chase after him, but not daring to.

The other party is clearly stuck in a rut; chasing after them will only make things worse.

Let him have some peace and quiet.

We should write back to build a closer relationship after some time. Witt still has a lot to learn from Slughorn, and this relationship must be maintained.

Everyone except Slughorn noticed the magic just now.

The closest one is Draco.

“Vitt,” Draco stammered, “this is your full strength.”

Witt turned his head, thinking Draco would be scared, but to his surprise, the other man looked at him with admiration.

"I knew it! You weren't using your full strength against me, you were deliberately letting me win!" Draco exclaimed. "Thank you, you really are my best friend."

Witt: "..."

It's great that you think that way.

It would be even better if Professor Slughorn thought the same way.

Dejected, Witt returned to Malfoy Manor with Draco.