Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

Witt naturally got into the carriage and released the Serpent Demon.

They stared at Draco and his two henchmen, one on the left and one on the right.

If the other party manages to move even slightly on this journey, I'll change my name.

Witt removed his contact lenses beforehand so that the petrification curse could work to its fullest potential.

The basilisk's instant-death magic is greatly reduced in power after being reflected, not to mention Witt's weakened version of the petrification ability.

Before arriving, Witt didn't know who was in the carriage, so he had to maximize his magical abilities.

Looking into Witt's cold, serpentine eyes, Draco couldn't help but tremble.

Although I don't know what method the other party used, the fact that he can't move is definitely due to this new guy.

How could Hogwarts have such a dangerous student? He's not going to get killed, is he? Draco became more and more frightened as he thought about it.

Unable to move, he couldn't even cry.

Time passed slowly, and Draco felt his body stiffen and begin to go numb. He was so hungry, so thirsty, and so eager to eat.

Around noon, the train vendor gently knocked on the carriage door and asked with a smile, "Honey, would you like to buy some food from the train?"

"Thank you, my grandfather prepared food for me."

Witt took out a small plate of braised beef, a bottle of fresh milk that had just been squeezed that morning, a piece of bread, and a small box of rice.

There was also a boiled egg.

Eggs are food for the serpent demon. With a casual flick of his finger, the eggshells fell off like snowflakes, revealing the white flesh inside.

Chapter 9: Hedway Variations

"And what about them?" the train conductor asked, still somewhat unwilling to give up. She recognized Draco; he was the Malfoy boy, and he always had plenty of pocket money.

Normally, the other party would definitely buy a lot of snacks, allowing her to make a huge profit.

She didn't want to miss out on such a big customer.

"They're playing a game of not moving, seeing who can hold out the longest."

Witt put the peeled egg into the snake demon's mouth and lied through his teeth to fool the salesperson.

Seeing that the other party was still somewhat unwilling, Witt decisively took out a Galleon and handed it over.

"Give me just a little bit, they'll definitely be starving after they decide who wins."

If they continue arguing with the ticket seller, they might be discovered that he was using magic on Draco and the others.

At that point, not only will Draco's sentence be reduced by half, but Witt may also face punishment.

That won't do.

We need to get rid of the ticket seller as soon as possible. As long as we're not caught red-handed, no matter what Draco says, Witt can deny it to the death.

Since he wasn't using a wand, the Flashback Spell wouldn't work on him.

The Hogwarts professors couldn't possibly use truth serum on him, could they?

Incidentally, information obtained through legatomic attacks cannot be used as evidence, because Occlumency can transmit false information to the legatomic attacker.

In other words, this product is not guaranteed to be authentic.

How can something whose authenticity is questionable be used as evidence? It's clearly unacceptable.

Galleons!

The train conductor's eyes were gleaming; those sitting with the eldest son of the Malfoy family were indeed wealthy.

I made a profit.

The excited train vendor was completely oblivious to Draco's pleading look; his gaze was already firmly fixed on the Galleon.

After carefully selecting a batch of his favorite snacks and placing them on the table in front of Victor, the train vendor hummed a little tune and dreamed of Draco's next visit as he left the carriage.

Draco's hopes also departed with him.

Come back, please come back.

Draco cried out in his heart, but the faint magic within him was clearly insufficient to change reality.

Inside the carriage, Witt ate braised beef and drank fresh milk, occasionally smacking his lips and deliberately showing the milk to Draco.

We've already taught him a lesson halfway through; we need to let him know why he offended us.

As for whether Draco would target him afterwards, Witt didn't care.

Although the Malfoy family is wealthy, they cannot act with the same impunity as Voldemort; at most, they can only cause some trouble for Witt.

What trouble can Draco possibly cause?

It's nothing more than whispering a few words about him behind his back, or secretly following him and looking for an opportunity to jump out and laugh at him.

It doesn't hurt or itch at all.

After finishing his meal, Witt casually gathered up all the snacks on the table, took out a book, and began to preview the first-year curriculum.

Time passed slowly, and as dusk approached and the sun was about to set, the carriage door was opened once again.

A witch with disheveled hair appeared at the door.

"Have you seen a toad? Neville lost a toad."

Hermione continued talking to herself, scanning the carriage without any restraint.

He seems very arrogant.

However, Witt believed that Hermione's behavior was more due to loneliness.

Because of his good grades and lack of friends, he is confident but doesn't know how to consider the feelings of others.

Being alone all the time means you don't need to consider other people's feelings, and you won't know how to understand others.

Over time, it became a habit.

“I think,” Vittor said slowly, pointing at the snake demon, “no toad would linger in front of a snake.”

"You're reviewing, and they are."

Hermione first focused her attention on the book "Potions and Elixirs" in front of Witt, and then realized that it was a bit strange that Draco and the other two were not moving.

"It's a magical ritual that children in wizarding families often perform to effectively train their magical abilities," Witt said without batting an eye, lying without batting an eye.

"Training magic." Hermes walked in with great interest, making no attempt to hide it.

He stood in front of the three people and began to observe them.

Seeing Hermione, Draco felt a renewed sense of hope. Anyone who could rescue him from the clutches of this snake-eyed demon would be his best friend.

"His eyes seem to be moving?"

“That’s them trying to get rid of you,” Witt said calmly. “It’s difficult to stay still, and you’re so close, you’re likely to disturb them.”

“Really?” Hermione took two steps back and said in a low voice, “I’m sorry.”

"The toad isn't here; I'll have to go to the next place and ask."

As he watched Hermione leave, Draco's emotions surged once more, and he actually broke through Witt's petrification spell.

"save......"

He was interrupted by a petrification spell from Witt when he was only halfway through his sentence.

The sky slowly darkened, mirroring Draco's mood at that moment.

He was terrified, terrified that he would be frozen in place for the rest of his life, turning into a stone statue, just like those unfortunate souls in fairy tales who offended witches.

Draco also thought of his father and mother, who would surely be crying terribly.

fairy tales?

Draco's imagination ran wild.

Perhaps a mother's tears of love can save his life.

Time slipped away quickly as Draco pondered his thoughts.

"The train is about to arrive at the station."

Sensing the train slowing down, Victor stood up, gathered his belongings, and smiled elegantly and politely, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I've never met such quiet friends before. I hope we'll have the chance to ride in the same carriage again next time."

Draco: ? ? ?

Quiet? Next time?

Draco's entire body was trembling.

Is this something a human being should say?

wait until.

"I can move!" Draco suddenly realized.

No sooner had Vittorio left the carriage than Draco regained his freedom.

Gore and Crabbe slumped in their chairs, looking exhausted and terrified.

Outside the carriage, Hagrid's loud voice easily carried throughout the entire train.

"First-year students, first-year students, follow me, watch your step."

With such a prominent sign, first-year students can easily find their target.

Witt followed Hagrid down a steep, narrow path, slipping and stumbling along the way.

The path was pitch black on both sides.

Walking straight to the end and turning a corner, a magnificent and mysterious building suddenly appeared before Victor's eyes.

Hogwarts Castle.

Under the moonlight, this ancient and mysterious building, perched atop a towering cliff, is reflected in the Black Lake.

The familiar music seemed to echo in Witt's ears again.

Hedway Variations