Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

At seven o'clock, Regulus smiled with satisfaction as he looked at his newly bright and clean home.

“Mr. Witter.” Regulus sat down opposite Witter, took a sip of tea, and was about to speak when he heard Witter urge him on.

"I'm done with my work, let's get going." With that, he took out the resurrection stone to prepare to dismiss Regulus.

"and many more."

Regulus quickly stopped Witt: "I have one last thing to say."

"What are you saying? Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"What do you think of this house? I'd like to give it to Dumbledore."

"What would Dumbledore want with this house?" Witt asked, puzzled. "Isn't there someone in your family who's still alive? Why are you giving away your ancestral home?"

“Don’t mention him to me,” Regulus said angrily. “A scoundrel who betrayed his friends and sided with Voldemort has no right to inherit the Black family’s fortune.”

Regulus still had some feelings for Sirius. Although Sirius chose to run away from home, at least he stood against Voldemort and dared to confront him head-on.

But that afternoon, when he asked Kreacher why Sirius had been imprisoned in Azkaban, he heard news that enraged him.

What brother? He's a traitor.

He not only betrayed the purebloods, he also betrayed honor.

Regulus wished he could rush into Azkaban and kill that bastard himself.

After venting his anger, Regulus turned to look at Kreacher and said in a low voice, "Besides that, I also hope that Hogwarts will take Kreacher in."

“I can’t let him grow old and die alone in an empty house, facing the portrait all day long.”

"At least he can still work now, and Hogwarts will need him."

“Kreacher’s cooking is indeed excellent.” Vitti nodded in agreement with Regulus’s opinion. In the original book, Harry once said that Kreacher’s French onion soup was the best he had ever tasted.

At noon, Witt tasted Kreacher's cooking and found it to be far superior to that of the house-elves at Hogwarts.

Hearing Witte's praise, Regulus happily raised his head, and then he saw Witte raise his head proudly and shout.

"But I refuse."

"Why?" Regulus asked, puzzled. "Hogwarts shouldn't be so intolerant as to not even tolerate a house-elf."

“You are full of the arrogance inherited from the Black family, and what I like most is saying no to arrogant people.”

Regulus ┓(;'_｀)┏.

"Just because of that?"

“Of course not.” Witt was speechless at the boring Regulus: “I told you before we came that you should investigate things thoroughly before you speak.”

"How do you know Sirius Black is Voldemort's man?"

Regulus asked in confusion, "Kreacher said it was a Ministry of Magic ruling. If he didn't side with Voldemort, why was he arrested?"

“Who knows?” Witt spread his hands and countered, “From your perspective, do you think he would be the one to side with Voldemort?”

Regulus was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. I rarely talk to him and don't know much about him."

“Then keep this house. After all, he is the last bloodline of your Black family.”

"Dumbledore is not short of money, and Hogwarts is not short of house-elves."

Witt took out the resurrection stone and whispered, "It's time to go."

Regulus thought about it and decided to trust Sirius this time. Witt was right; he was, after all, the last of the Black family bloodline. He couldn't be completely rejected because of some things that hadn't been verified with his own eyes.

In his final moments, Regulus gave Kreacher a few words of advice and then walked away calmly.

After leaving the Black family, Witt considered the situation: he had the pendant; now all he needed was the golden cup and the sword.

The door key for Rozier's side should be ready soon.

First, deal with Grindelwald's situation and draw Dumbledore's attention to him.

Although Dumbledore doesn't interfere much in the Ministry of Magic's affairs, with him around, Witt really didn't have the confidence to take action, so he had to transfer him away.

three days later.

Witt received the door key from Rozier, and the delivery point was set in France.

"Vendor." Witt turned around and handed the pendant-shaped door key to the other person, saying in a low voice, "It's time to go."

"Remember, once Dumbledore arrives, move the pendant to indicate this to me."

"I know."

Wenda hung the pendant around her neck, activated the mechanism, and the moment the pendant box popped open, she was teleported away.

Paris, France.

As Wenda walked down the street, he waved his magic wand, summoning black ribbons that hung upside down in the sky.

Half of the wizards in Paris could witness this scene.

Grindelwald, it's Grindelwald!

Just as British wizards reacted to Voldemort, French wizards reacted to Grindelwald.

They're old enemies.

Walking the streets of Paris, Wenda's expression was full of nostalgia.

After Grindelwald's defeat, most of the saints disbanded, and after so many years, Vinda didn't know who was still alive or where they lived.

This is the only way to summon them.

Although the commotion was significant, Wenda didn't care.

She believed that Grindelwald was willing to leave, and all she needed to do was send a wand into Nurmengard.

Unless Dumbledore comes in person, no one can stop Grindelwald.

A black curtain draped over every corner of the street, appearing from afar like an indescribable, terrifying presence.

Wenda stood atop the Eiffel Tower, watching the riots below, before vanishing in a phantom-like manner.

The saints would take time to arrive, and in the meantime she went to Nurmengard.

To announce Grindelwald's return.

Neumontard is located in a valley in Austria.

This once-prosperous castle has now become desolate and gloomy, with only its dark walls still standing.

There are no guards here, the protective magic operates automatically, and even the person delivering the food is a deaf-mute Muggle.

Grindelwald used to hate Muggles the most.

Now he is the only guard here.

It can be described as a humiliation of Chiloulou.

This demonstrates the Ministry of Magic's deep dislike for Grindelwald.

Thanks to their attitude, Wenda was able to easily sneak in and get to Grindelwald.

"Gellert." Venda looked at the thin figure lying on the rotten wooden bed with heartache. At this moment, Grindelwald looked no different from a skeleton.

"Who?"

Grindelwald struggled to sit up, wanting to see who the other person was.

"Vendor?" For a moment, Grindelwald regained all his strength and quickly walked up to Venda.

"You've already..."

“It’s the Resurrection Stone,” Wenda explained. “Someone used the Resurrection Stone to resurrect me, and he also rebuilt the Blood Pact.”

The blood oath has been rebuilt?

Grindelwald's eyes widened instantly, and he asked in a low voice, "The Blood Oath isn't Dumbledore's...?"

"Your wand." Wenda took out a wand she had swiped from a strange wizard and handed it to Grindelwald. "We'll talk about that later. Right now, the most important thing is to escape the Ministry of Magic and get to Paris, France."

Grindelwald did not take the wand offered by Vinda, but said dejectedly, "It's not Dumbledore."

"I should have thought of that sooner."

Wenda was both heartbroken and furious at Grindelwald's reaction.

“We haven’t lost yet, Gellert. The Blood Oath. That guy said he’d give the Blood Oath back to you if you did him a favor.”

"He has no use for that thing."

"With the blood pact in place, Dumbledore can't touch you, Gellert. This is your last chance."

Wenda's voice grew louder and louder. She grabbed Grindelwald and looked at him with an almost pleading gaze.

"Someone's coming."

Grindelwald gripped his wand and gently swished it around the area below the castle, sending a rush of eerie blue flames hurtling down.

It was as if it had a life of its own, paving the way for its owner.

“Let’s go, Vinda.” Grindelwald smiled softly. “Let’s go down together and see if any of the people who came this time are old friends I know.”

Having been imprisoned for fifty years, Grindelwald no longer cared about many things in this world.

But this absolutely does not include blood alliances.

Moreover, Grindelwald longed to meet that wizard, the wizard who wielded the Resurrection Stone to rebuild the Blood Oath.

Staying in Nurmengard will definitely not get you there; you'll only have a chance if you go out.

Outside Nurmengard, the Ministry of Magic officials from Orida were the first to arrive.

This new generation of young Aurors easily grasped the hardships endured by the older generation of Aurors.

The blue flames pressed down on them like a heavy hammer, making it hard for them to breathe.

Even with all their might, they were still forced to retreat by the flames.

The Aurors were forced out of Nurmengard by his magic without even seeing Grindelwald's face.

Outside the castle, an Auror, wand in hand, sweating profusely, his face contorted, struggled with all his might to control the spreading flames.

Venda and Grindelwald strolled through the sea of ​​fire, their steps as leisurely as old men taking a walk, as they emerged from Nurmengard.