Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Witt is still a child, and as long as he doesn't do anything excessive, Dumbledore, no matter how vigilant he is, will not lay a hand on Witt.

Similarly, before Voldemort died, Witt couldn't possibly do anything that would disgust Dumbledore.

In this way, even if Voldemort were to be resurrected, he would face even greater challenges, and his chances of victory would be slim.

If the Malfoy family doesn't side with Werther now, then in the future they will have no choice but to side with Voldemort. The result of sideping with Voldemort is that they will be targeted by both the new Dark Lord and Dumbledore in the future.

One is openly attacking them, while the other is secretly undermining them.

The Malfoy family is facing annihilation.

Narcissa was just as panicked as Lucius when she first heard about Voldemort, but she was stronger than Lucius and maintained a degree of composure.

Although her first thought was still the simplest way: to deal with Witt.

But after Lucius rejected the proposal, she began to think in reverse, and the more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

Lucius, however, was consumed by fear and kept obsessing over the issue.

He only realized this after being guided by Narcissa.

In the middle of the night, just as Witt received the key from Radolfs, there was a knock on the door.

"Go back first, and I'll call you out later."

Witte used the Resurrection Stone to dispel Radolfs's soul and went to open the door.

The only person who could come looking for him at this location and at this time is Lucius.

"You thought of this much earlier than I expected. It seems you married a good wife."

Based on Lucius's previous reaction, Witt was certain that if he were alone, it would take him at least three days to recover.

Only three hours have passed.

“Master, you’re still awake.” Lucius hadn’t expected Witt to open the door so quickly; he thought he would have to wait a while.

"I wasn't waiting for you."

Upon hearing the title "master," Witte smiled and gave Lucius a meaningful reply.

Although he was actually waiting for Rodolphus's key, according to his previous calculations, Lucius was unlikely to come over tonight.

But since Lucius had arrived, and he happened to be awake, he was there.

Of course, it's necessary to put on a show.

When you're out and about, you have to cultivate your own style.

Upon hearing Witte's words, Lucius felt a surge of mixed emotions: cold sweat on his forehead and a mixture of relief and lewdness.

He felt as if Witt's eyes could see right through his entire family, not just him, but even Narcissa's reaction.

Perhaps this is a test. If he doesn't come tonight and leaves Victor waiting all night, then the Malfoy family...

Lucius dared not think any further.

"I heard Voldemort gave you a diary?"

“It was given to me by the Dark Lord,” Lucius answered honestly.

"The diary of a man named Tom Riddle, which is said to be able to open the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin."

"Bring it here."

It's one thing for Voldemort to be out of control in his first year, but what about in his second year with just a diary? Could Witt possibly turn it upside down?

I'm going to Azkaban anyway, so I can let the Dementors suck on it.

Let's test the Dementor's kiss to see if it can extract a soul without damaging the object itself.

If possible, let the Dementor suck on the crown as well.

Ravenclaw's crown is said to increase wisdom, and Witt really wanted to try it on to see what the effect would be.

However, considering the Horcrux, he has never dared to try it.

Although Voldemort's mind was impaired due to the excessive number of his split souls, Witt still acknowledged his magical prowess.

Try not to do anything reckless.

Ten minutes later, Lucius respectfully handed a diary to Witte.

"Master, is there anything else you need?"

“There is indeed one more thing,” Vittor nodded and said, “I need to go to Azkaban to see if there are any people willing to abandon darkness and embrace the light. Could you help me make arrangements?”

"Also, find a way to target that reporter named Rita Skeeter. Don't let her have it too easy. I could tell something was off about her at a glance. If I'm not mistaken, she should be an illegal Animagus, beetle form."

"Azkaban!" Lucius exclaimed in surprise, instinctively refusing, "Master, I'm afraid..."

"Hmm?" Witt squinted and gave a disgruntled hum.

Lucius immediately stood at attention: "Master, I will take care of it right away."

"What time is it now?"

Witt waved his hand and said, "I'm not that heartless. It's not too late to do it tomorrow. You should rest first."

Lucius left in a state of trepidation.

Witt was once again struck by Voldemort's formidable power.

If he hadn't been disguised as a descendant of Voldemort, he would have had no chance of subduing Lucius.

Most wizards are like this; they place great importance on the inheritance of bloodlines.

Many fathers and sons even use the same name, such as "Old So-and-so" and "Young So-and-so," showing an extremely strong emphasis on inheritance.

After Lucius left, Witt closed the door and opened Tom Riddle's diary.

He was going to tease the other person.

"Hello, Tom, I'm Jerry."

When Voldemort was in school, Tom and Jerry had just been released, so he obviously hadn't seen the cartoon and wouldn't understand the reference.

"Hello, Jerry, I'm Tom."

呲~

Witt covered his mouth, trying not to laugh out loud. Although the young Voldemort was ruthless, he was still naive and his answer was honest.

"I've heard you know everything."

"Yes," Voldemort answered with considerable certainty.

"Here's the thing, my father Voldemort is blocking my way and refuses to die. I want to ask how I can get rid of him."

Voldemort?

The diary seemed to be malfunctioning; it didn't answer Witte's question for a full ten minutes.

Just as Witt was about to close his diary and go to sleep, Voldemort finally arrived and belatedly asked his question.

"Your father? Voldemort, he's a great villain."

“Yes.” Witt picked up his quill and wrote, “He’s been dead for ten years, and still not many people in the wizarding world dare to mention his name.”

"He previously controlled a hapless guy named Quirrell, hoping to infiltrate Hogwarts, steal the Philosopher's Stone, and resurrect himself."

"Fortunately, he failed, and Dumbledore successfully stopped him from stealing the Philosopher's Stone."

"The problem now is that although he failed, I saw him escape as a ghost, so I think he must have used some kind of life-saving magic."

"Do you know what kind of magic he used?"

My diary is stuck again.

The young Voldemort hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to tell the truth in order to gain Witt's trust.

"It's a Horcrux. Voldemort created Horcruxes. It's a rather evil form of magic that requires the murder of an innocent person to split off their soul and store it in the Horcrux."

“I see.” Witt continued writing, “Almighty Spirit, do you know what Voldemort’s Horcruxes are, and how I can destroy them all?”

Voldemort: Destroy?

I am Horcrux. Are you asking me how to kill myself?

Voldemort decided to answer the question in a clever way.

“Generally speaking, wizards who create Horcruxes choose their favorite items. Perhaps you could start with your father’s hobbies.”

"Does hiding behind someone's head count as a hobby?"

After making a sarcastic remark, Witt immediately wrote pitifully, "He died not long after I was born."

"After all these years, I finally found out who my father was, only to discover that he was a bad guy."

Voldemort seized the opportunity and asked, "Because you know your father is a bad person, you are very sad and want to kill him, right?"

"That's not true."

Witt wrote on the paper: "Didn't I tell you, he's in my way?"

"Following in my father's footsteps, unfortunately, I'm also a bad apple and want to play the role of a dark devil."

“He’s a dead man, yet he keeps thinking about being resurrected and returning as a king. What am I supposed to do if he returns as a king? The world doesn’t need two Dark Lords, so the only option is to kill him.”

“I happened to have investigated this, and it turns out that my father killed his father, who was my grandfather, with his own hands.”

"Now I will kill him with my own hands, a perfect family legacy."

Young Voldemort's brain went blank. Whose tradition of being a good person is to kill their own father? Ah, I'm not a good person, that's okay... no, something's wrong.

The person his own son wanted to kill was him; how could he possibly be alright?

Voldemort could no longer keep up with Witt's train of thought, so he could only offer a generic reply: "It is indeed an interesting idea, but he is, after all, your father. Perhaps you should look for a more suitable approach."

"You mean while he's still in a wandering spirit state, capture him, trap him with magic, and keep him at home as a pet?"

Witt hesitated before writing, "This isn't a good idea. My grandfather would be furious if he knew I didn't kill him. I don't want to be scolded by him after I die for not respecting the family tradition."

"Family succession is very important and cannot be interrupted."

Voldemort felt that Witt was somewhat extreme.

"Almighty Spirit, you still haven't told me how to destroy the Horcrux."