Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

No, it should be the death of his entire family.

Lucius walked away in a daze, and inexplicably tripped and fell several times on flat ground.

Witt estimated that he would receive Lucius's reply by tomorrow at the latest.

Witt was just trying to attract some investment, but Lucius insisted on asking about the returns. Now, whether there are any returns or not is unknown, but Witt has staked the entire family's lives on the gambling table.

Lucius was now completely on his pirate ship.

From now on, they can just write letters if they need anything; they've become sworn brothers.

With this matter resolved, the next step should be to consider the gold cup and pendant.

Black's ancestral home, pendant, Kreacher, Regulus!

Speaking of Regulus, I suddenly remembered that he had the Resurrection Stone to summon Regulus's soul directly, so why would he be afraid that the house-elf Kreacher would disobey him?

and many more.

If I can summon Regulus's soul, why would I need to go find Bella? I can just summon the ancestor of the Lestrange family and ask him what the key to his family vault is and where it is.

I'm so confused, so confused.

Witt pounded his head in frustration, his mind too fixated on completing the game's tasks, which had made his thinking rigid.

When items from games come to the real world, their uses can be much more flexible.

Thinking of this, Witt took out the resurrection stone.

Who were the ancestors of the Lestrange family? After thinking for a moment, Witt came up with a name.

“Radolphus Lestrange, I command you to come before me and heed my call.”

The moment the spell took effect, Witt's magic power seemed to vanish, decreasing by more than 60% in the blink of an eye. The Philosopher's Stone glowed, and an illusory gate unfolded before him.

An elderly man dressed in ancient wizard robes walked out from the doorway.

Radolfs Lestrange served as Minister for Magic from 1835 to 1841, but unfortunately, he was unable to handle the heavy workload of the Minister of Magic and chose to resign.

This is not because he is bad at the game.

In 1835, the Ministry of Magic had many incomplete rules and regulations, and various problems frequently occurred in the magical world, with something causing trouble every month.

If Fudge had been left to that time, he wouldn't have lasted more than two years before he had to quit.

Radolfs worked for six years, which was actually quite good.

"The Resurrection Stone?" Radolfs said with some amazement, "I never imagined that the Deathly Hallows really had the ability to summon the dead."

"Alright." Witt was too lazy to talk to a dead man. "Tell me what the key to your vault is. I need to go there to get something."

“The vault key.” Radolfs suddenly laughed. “Strange wizard, if you’re looking to steal the Lestrange family’s wealth, you’re in for a bad time.”

"As Gringotts' VIP clients, the goblins will carefully verify the identity of those who come to withdraw money. Only those of Lestrange bloodline and with the key will be allowed to open the vault."

"A simple key won't get the fairy to lead you to the vault."

Because of the Resurrection Stone, Radolfs couldn't disobey Witt's orders, but that didn't stop him from gloating.

“What are you laughing at?” Witt said with a sneer. “Both of your heirs, including that daughter-in-law, have been imprisoned in Azkaban and given life sentences.”

"The Lestrange family will soon be extinct. What use is all the wealth in the vault if the people are gone?"

"What?" Radolfs's expression changed drastically: "The entire bloodline of the Lestrange family has been imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Who did it? Who did it?"

Given how much wizards value the continuation of their bloodline, no one could remain calm upon suddenly hearing that their species was about to become extinct.

When Sirius died, the portrait of Headmaster Black in the Headmaster's office showed him in a state of great anxiety, immediately running from Hogwarts to the ancestral home, calling out Sirius's name.

Radolfs felt the same way, and he roared, "Who is targeting the great Lestrange family? I will kill them all!"

"Save your breath," Witt said impatiently. "Go to your house and get me the key. I'll go to Azkaban, grab one of your descendants, and use the Imperius Curse to control him and take the stuff from the vault."

"Once we get the stuff, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic should be arriving soon. You should know the nature of fairies."

"They are very good at nitpicking words and have no loyalty whatsoever."

“Wait,” Radolfs said urgently. “Sir… no, master, master, I beg you to save my descendants. Just one person, just one person will do.”

“I can…” Radolfs said through gritted teeth, “I can give you all the assets in the family treasury.”

"property?"

Witt brandished the resurrection stone in his hand and sneered, "You don't think your family line is the only one that's died out, do you?"

"The Black family, the Caro family, the Yaxley family, and a whole host of other families, all their descendants were imprisoned in Azkaban."

Voldemort's pure-blood supremacy was truly admirable; he wiped out a large number of pure-blood families in the wizarding world in one fell swoop.

"Do you think I'd be short of money if I have a resurrection stone?"

Radolfs was desperate; besides the wealth in the vault, he didn't know what else he could offer.

“I’m not an unfeeling person,” Witt said quietly. “You were once Minister of Magic, right? Then you must know how the Ministry of Magic controls Dementors. Tell me, and I might be able to do you a favor and help you send one of your descendants out of England.”

“There’s no way around it,” Radolfs said, shaking his head. “The Dementors are willing to obey because the Ministry of Magic is powerful enough. They need to constantly consume happiness to maintain their existence. The Ministry of Magic can trap them and let them gradually perish.”

"However, the Ministry of Magic does possess methods to communicate with Dementors. If you need them, I can exchange this for them, is that alright?"

"Deal reached."

Witt smiled and extended his hand, shaking hands with Radolfs's cold hand.

Although he could force Radolfs to tell him, if the other party lacked initiative, he might just obey orders without being told what to do.

He's already dead anyway, you can't kill him again, can you?

By using a transaction, the other party will obviously put in more effort.

Gringotts has a waterfall set up by goblins to prevent theft; Polyjuice Potion will be washed away, making it easy to get in but difficult to get out.

It would be better to let the Lestrange family go and collect the money themselves; Witt really didn't want to go through Gringotts after clearing Azkaban.

Running two dungeons at once is exhausting.

Chapter 78 Dumbledore, Dumbledore, you'd better do something about him!

At the Lestrange ancestral home, Radolphs felt right at home upon returning, and soon obtained the key that Witt wanted.

Meanwhile, at the Malfoy house, Lucius couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

His mind is now filled with Voldemort and dogs—no, no, it's Voldemort and blood.

With his eyes closed, he could see Voldemort slaughtering his entire family with a cruel smile, just as Voldemort had slaughtered others in the past.

Narcissa keenly noticed Lucius's unusual behavior and asked softly.

"what's going on."

“No…” Lucius hesitated for a moment before recounting what had just happened. Of course, he dared not call Voldemort by his name, much less use the dog to refer to him.

Narcissa fell silent after hearing this.

One person's insomnia turned into two people's insomnia.

"How about this?" Narcissa tentatively made a throat-slitting gesture.

“No, no,” Lucius shook his head and said, “He is the son of the Dark Lord. If we lay a hand on him, the Dark Lord will not let us off the hook either.”

No matter how rebellious one's own son is, it's not up to an outsider to punish him.

Lucius knew Voldemort's cruel nature all too well; since he dared to lay a hand on Witt, Voldemort would kill him first after his resurrection.

"Moreover, Witt is very strong. He was the one who cast that weather spell this afternoon. Its power is almost on par with that of an Auror. We may not be his match."

Lucius hadn't made a move in years, and neither had Narcissa. If he attacked Witt, he feared he would be killed in retaliation.

This is a top-secret matter that cannot be entrusted to anyone else.

Lucius's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't make up his mind at all.

Narcissa, however, sat up in the darkness and asked directly, "In your opinion, how does Witt's talent compare to that of the Dark Lord?"

“I think it should be about the same, maybe a little higher,” Lucius replied uncertainly.

Why are you asking this?

Narcissa sat up, picked up her wand, and used magic to light up the room. She said decisively, "Support him, support him with all your might."

"Go to Witt's side now and pledge your allegiance to him."

"Huh? Now?" Lucius felt that Narcissa was being a little too hasty.

Yes, now.

Narcissa stated definitively, "The Dark Lord's bloodline possesses talents no less than his. Although he now has considerable strength, he needs to conceal himself."

"This is the best opportunity, and the only opportunity."

"Don't forget, Dumbledore is still alive. Witt... no, it should be Master. Master is not currently being detected as abnormal by Dumbledore, and the Dark Lord is in a remnant soul state. No one knows how long it will take for him to be resurrected."

"Perhaps by then, the master will have grown up."

"Even if not, there is still Dumbledore, isn't there? When Dumbledore confronts the Dark Lord, the master will be the force that can turn the tide of the battle."

Seeing that Lucius was gradually calming down, Narcissa spoke up to remind him, "Do you think Master is stupid? Knowing that he is of the Dark Lord's blood, he still came to Hogwarts to study."

"Because of Dumbledore." Lucius's intelligence once again prevailed.

"Dumbledore is the only one who can resist the Dark Lord. Only at Hogwarts can Witt grow up. If he wants to become the new king, he must kill the old king."

"Dumbledore will be a great help to him in this process."

“You should call him ‘master,’” Narcissa reminded her. “It’s basic etiquette.”

"I know."

Lucius became excited and quickly got dressed and got out of bed.

He was so confused by the sudden news about Voldemort that he forgot Hogwarts also had a Dumbledore.

Or perhaps Lucius instinctively believed that the Dark Lord and Dumbledore were enemies and that they could not possibly cooperate.

But the fact is, it is possible.