Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

“Then let’s get to the specifics.” Witt glared at Lucius. If you have a problem, just say it. We can solve it one by one.

You're trying to fob me off with a simple "I have no clue."

"Specific questions?"

Lucius was taken aback. Voldemort never asked any specific questions, so if things didn't go well, he could only gamble on Voldemort being in a good mood today.

If I'm in a good mood, I'll listen to your explanation; if I'm in a bad mood, then good luck to you.

You can't expect Voldemort to solve your problems.

This one seems different from his father.

While Lucius was thinking to himself, he quickly began to explain the problems he had encountered at the Ministry of Magic these past few days.

After listening to Lucius's words, Witte understood.

During the crackdown, Azkaban did not allow visitors, especially not a former Death Eater like Lucius.

Who are you visiting in Azkaban? Do you want to rejoin the Death Eaters?

This is indeed a big problem.

“I underestimated things,” Witt apologized to Lucius readily. “Take your time with this, I’ll think of another way.”

If things don't go through Lucius, Witte will have no choice but to force his way into Azkaban.

We also need to transfer Dumbledore away.

Things seem to be getting more and more complicated.

Vitt irritably rubbed the snake demon's head until the snake demon's skin was almost red.

"Master," the Serpent Demon whispered, "Rozier."

"What do you mean?"

The Serpent Demon explained, "Isn't Rozier carrying arrest warrants from eighteen countries? You can have him make an appearance in Britain to attract the Ministry of Magic's attention and create chaos."

"I took the opportunity to use the Imperius Curse to control a Ministry of Magic official and have him take us to Azkaban. Afterwards, I had the two dark wizards you had subdued earlier blame the Lestrange family in France."

"It is said that the Lestrange family in France did not want their family fortune to be taken by fairies because there was no heir, so they hired someone to put on a show and take away all the property in the vault."

"Finally, using the door key made by Rozier, they will dump all the Lestrange family's wealth in France, and then they won't be able to explain themselves."

"But you, Master, only need that golden cup."

"No one will doubt you."

Witt's eyes grew brighter as he listened.

"You're really something! How come I didn't think of such a great idea? Here, this bottle of magic stone powder is a reward for you."

The Serpent Demon was surprised by the unexpected joy.

If Victor hadn't been rubbing him so hard he was practically smoking, his mind wouldn't have been working so fast.

When life and death are at stake, there is indeed great terror.

......

"What?" Rozier angrily pointed at Witt's nose and cursed, "You want me, a man over ninety years old, to deal with a whole squad of Aurors? Why don't you just tie me up and send me straight to Azkaban?"

"I'm not doing it. Don't even think about it. It's out of the question."

"Are you really that angry?"

Witt said seriously, "I'm not asking you to actually put yourself in danger. I've thought about it carefully."

“Initially, you make an appearance, wear a mask to pretend you've been discovered, and do something distinctive.”

"Then I will summon an undead, take your wand, and go to fight the Aurors."

"Whether you die a heroic death or something else, it will have nothing to do with you."

“No,” Rozier refused. “This wand has been with me my whole life. You want me to give it up?”

"I disagree."

A wand is a wizard's second life, especially Rosier's wand, which had been with him his whole life. Asking him to give up his wand is no different from killing him.

“How am I supposed to gain their trust without a wand?” Witt said helplessly. “The Aurors in the Ministry of Magic aren’t stupid either. They won’t just send out the whole force to chase after anyone who comes along.”

Rozier stared at Witt for a long time, then asked in a low voice, "This thing is really important to you."

"Ah."

Witt said confidently, "With it, I am confident that I will have the strength to rival Dumbledore within a year."

"We might not be able to win, but we can maintain a stalemate for a while."

"To rival Dumbledore." Rozier repeated this to himself dozens of times, as if trying to convince himself, before finally gritting his teeth and saying it.

I promise you.

"But instead of using a magic wand, I will go myself. You will use the resurrection stone to summon an undead to assist me in the attack."

"I'm over ninety years old, I've lived long enough. Remember, you have to clear my name and exonerate me."

Witt asked, puzzled, "Is a magic wand really that important?"

"What do you think the Ministry of Magic is?" Rozier said irritably. "Trash that anyone can step on?"

"You think a dead man can hold off the Ministry of Magic, especially with a wand that doesn't even belong to him? You're dreaming."

“Uh.” Witt was momentarily speechless; the Ministry of Magic really didn’t have much of a presence in the original story.

Its greatest role was to hold Dumbledore back in the fifth year.

Witt knew very little about the Ministry of Magic.

“It’s settled then,” Rozier said calmly. “Summon Daryl first, and I’ll get the door key and everything ready for you.”

Witt hesitated. With Rozier's attitude, he knew he couldn't possibly escape unscathed from a confrontation with the Ministry of Magic.

The Serpent Demon's plan was entirely for his own benefit, completely disregarding the lives of others.

No wonder Witt couldn't have imagined it; he wouldn't have done something like that.

"Why are you being so fussy?"

Rozier said irritably, "What, you feel sorry for me? I've roamed the wizarding world, even Dumbledore couldn't catch me, what's there to be afraid of in a mere Azkaban?"

"Besides, it's only been a year?"

"Could it be that you made up this time?" Rozier stared at Witt suspiciously.

“A year is a conservative estimate.” Witt’s arrogance rose up after Rozier’s words: “With my talent, I guarantee that it will take at least a year.”

"Then what are you hesitating for?" Rozier urged. "Azkaban is nothing. Others have survived for decades. I can hold out for a year."

Upon hearing Rozier's words, Witt stood up and made a promise.

"Within five years at most, I will make sure you live to be a part of magical history and become a required course in most magic schools."

"Stop with the nonsense." Rozier smiled. "Just remember to summon a strong helper for me, so as not to hold me back."

"I'll have to look it up in the books and see who's the most famous for their fighting prowess."

Magic power does not represent combat strength. There are many factors to consider in combat. It can only be said that wizards with strong magic power are not weak in combat.

Witt decided to research the history of magic in the world to see who the most vicious criminals were.

Try to give the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic a big surprise.

"About the door key?" Witt asked. "How are the materials coming along?"

"We bought everything a long time ago, just waiting for Daryl to come out and get to work."

Rozier's eyes practically glowed green at the mention of fairies, showing just how deep his resentment ran.

"That's fine."

Witt held the resurrection stone and chanted a spell to summon the fairy master.

The gates of the underworld opened again, and Daryl emerged from them.

"Go and get to work." Witt didn't even glance at him before issuing the order.

Rozier immediately handed the other party tools and drawings.

He looked like he was enjoying the show.

“No, you can’t.” Daryl’s tone was angry: “Humans, excessive greed will be punished.”

"Shut up." Rozier kicked him and cursed, "You fairies have no right to say that."

"Seize the opportunity to raise prices! Seize the opportunity to raise prices!"

"The greediest people in the world are you demons."

Rozier opened the box and threw Daryl inside.

"Gather everything in three days. The undead don't need to sleep, so there's plenty of time."

Rozier looked completely relieved after venting his frustrations.

He laughed and said, "Then I'll be going now. I'll come back to find you in a few days when the key is made."

After seeing Rozier off, Witt felt it was about time to go back; he had stayed at the Malfoys' house long enough.

night.

Just as Witt was about to say goodbye to Lucius after finishing his meal, Narcissa spoke first.

“Witt, Professor Slughorn wants you to attend his Slug Club dinner in a few days.”

?

Witt turned his head.

Narcissa handed over an invitation.

Lucius was incompetent; although there were indeed difficulties, he ultimately failed to get things done.

Narcissa had no choice but to find compensation elsewhere.

Slughorn was the breakthrough she had been searching for for a long time.