Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Voldemort was reluctant to answer Witt, but after so many years, Witt was the first person to speak to him, and he didn't want to end the conversation so soon.

So Voldemort decided to come up with a more difficult method.

"Only the venom of a basilisk can destroy a Horcrux. That creature is extremely dangerous. I think you..."

"Great! I happen to have a basilisk as a pet!" Witt exclaimed.

Voldemort?

The question mark above his head was longer than his own life.

Raising? A snake monster?

Am I confused from sleeping too long? These days, even little wizards can raise snake monsters?

Basilisks weren't high-risk magical creatures that the Ministry of Magic explicitly prohibited from being kept as pets, so are they now allowed to be kept?

Completely unconcerned about Voldemort's confusion, Witt continued writing in his diary: "Almighty Spirit, could the Basilisk's venom kill you too?"

Voldemort was no longer confused and quickly answered.

"No."

"Really? You seem a little flustered." Witt reverted the serpent demon to its original form, revealing its sharp fangs as it eyed the diary menacingly.

Voldemort's heart sank completely; his damned son had actually kept a basilisk.

Dumbledore, Dumbledore, where are you? Do something about him!

Chapter 79 Voldemort, call me master.

"You say the basilisk's fangs can't destroy you? Well, I'll have to give it a try."

Witt commanded the Serpent Demon to slowly approach.

As the basilisk's fangs drew closer, Voldemort finally panicked, and his diary was filled with frantic handwriting.

"Stop, make it stop!"

"It will destroy me." Under pressure, Voldemort chose to tell the truth.

Even if he were trapped in the laptop forever, Voldemort wouldn't want to die.

This spirit is exactly the same as that of a certain rat.

“Looks like I’ve got something on you.” Witt wrote threateningly in his notebook. “From today onwards, you are my property, and you must call me master.”

Voldemort (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

My child makes me call him master, how could I have such a dream?

Voldemort struggled to speak, unable to utter a single word.

"What, you're unwilling to acknowledge me as your master?" Witt's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Disobedient objects have no reason to exist."

"Deal with him."

The serpent demon bared its fangs and tensed its body, preparing to attack.

"Master." Under the threat of death, Voldemort yielded.

He felt incredibly frustrated and resentful, acknowledging Werther as his master.

“That’s more like it.” Witt’s expression changed instantly, revealing a kind smile.

"My servant, step back."

“Yes, Master,” Voldemort replied through gritted teeth.

After putting away his notebook, Witt went back to bed to rest.

Tomorrow will be another beautiful day.

Time flies, and Witt has been staying at Lucius's house for three days. Although Lucius went to the Ministry of Magic the next day, there is still no news about Azkaban.

Getting things done through connections always takes time, and Witt was very patient about it.

That afternoon, an owl flew over, bringing a small package.

Just as Victor was about to open it, he noticed the package began to vibrate, and the items inside rapidly expanded. Then, a leather suitcase appeared in front of Victor and opened automatically.

"So you were here."

Rozier stepped out of the box and looked around curiously.

"Your house is really big."

“This isn’t my house, it’s my friend’s house.” Witt used magic to conceal their presence and asked in a low voice, “How did you get here?”

"Didn't you say you wanted to deal with the Lestrange family and came to me for advice?"

"I think this matter is not clear in a letter, it is better to talk about it face to face."

Rozier sat down and used magic to summon a teacup from the box. He took a small sip and asked, "What happened? How did you become enemies with the Lestrange family? Maybe I can help you sort things out."

"Don't do anything reckless. If you're looking for death, give me back the box first. Don't delay me from finding another job."

"You really don't think much of me?" Witt asked, his tone full of dissatisfaction.

Rozier glanced at him sideways but didn't say anything. Wasn't this obvious?

He knew the Lestrange family very well; even ten years from now, Vittor might not be able to handle them.

No normal person would be optimistic about Vittoria.

“Mr. Rozier, it’s been half a year, and you’re still judging people with outdated views. That’s not right.”

Witt raised his wand and cast a stun spell.

Such an obvious attack could not possibly hit Rozier. He waved his wand, trying to deflect Witte's spell at will, but he did not expect Witte's spell to be so powerful.

Fortunately, Rozier reacted quickly, gripping his wand tightly with both hands to increase the force, thus avoiding the embarrassing situation of being knocked unconscious by a first-year wizard.

"You really are Witt."

Rozier felt there might be something wrong with his eyes, mistaking a strange wizard for Witt.

"If I'm not Witt, then who are you?"

Witt took out the box Rozier had sent him and placed it on the table: "A person should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation. You can't look at people with the old eyes you used to have."

"Six months have passed, so it's reasonable for me to have made some progress."

"Reasonable my foot!" Rozier retorted. "In just six months, you've gone from a kid I could easily take down in three moves to someone who's now on par with me."

"If this is reasonable, then all the decades I've lived have been wasted."

The power of that stunning spell made Rozier feel that he was not facing a minor wizard, but an opponent of equal strength.

His hasty response almost cost him a great deal.

"However, I did make this suitcase, and I will never forget what it looks like, even if I turn to ashes."

Rozier stroked the child he had created with all his heart and soul, no longer doubting Witt's identity, and instead praised himself.

"As expected of the person I chose, he truly lives up to my expectations."

“You shameless old man,” Witt said speechlessly. “It is my hard work and dedication that has brought me to where I am today, but you immediately claim all the credit for yourself.”

"cheeky."

"They're all the same."

Rozier wasn't embarrassed at all.

After boasting for a while, he got back to the main topic.

"Although your progress has indeed exceeded my expectations, the Lestrange family is still not something you can handle right now. Why don't you wait another six months and make another improvement?"

Rozier acknowledged Witte's strength, but the two of them were still far from enough to deal with the French Lestrange family.

"What if we add this?"

Witt took out the Resurrection Stone, intending to cooperate with Rozier. The Resurrection Stone would inevitably be exposed sooner or later, so it didn't matter.

"This is."

Rozier moved closer to examine the stone in Witt's hand more closely.

"The Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Stone, where did you get them?"

"Legend has it that the Resurrection Stone can summon the souls of the dead. Could this be true?" Rozier's tone was filled with incredulous amazement.

“Of course it’s true,” Witt replied affirmatively.

Wieter wasn't sure if the Gaunt family's genuine Resurrection Stone could summon the souls of the dead, but the pirated Resurrection Stone in his possession certainly could.

"I remember you told me before that Ms. Wenda was dead, right?"

"You don't know how?" Rozier's eyes widened.

"It's exactly what you think."

Witt picked up the Resurrection Stone and chanted aloud, "Vendor Rozier, I command you to come before me and heed my call."

In Britain, they used the name Voldemort; in France, of course, they used Grindelwald.

One should treat everyone equally, like the sun and moon.

Witt, a mere first-year student, certainly couldn't handle the Lestrange family, but what about Grindelwald's Saints?

Wouldn't it make much more sense to let the Saints deal with the Lestrange family?

The gates that belonged to the dead opened once more, and Vinda Rozier walked out gracefully.

“Garth.” Vinda didn’t look at Witt, but instead asked Garth Rozier, “What’s going on?”

Rozier spread his hands: "I don't know either."

"You should ask the owner of this resurrection stone."

Wenda turned his gaze to Witt. Because of Wenda's summoning, most of Witt's magic had been drained, and at this moment, his aura was no different from that of a real little wizard.

However, Witt's aura remained strong.

“Ms. Wenda, I need you to help me kill some people, in France, the Lestrange family, all of them.”