Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"Grab me."

Albus had the serpent demon coil around him, then grabbed Rabastan with his claws. Golden-red flames burst forth, rapidly expanding to envelop everyone before suddenly shrinking back into a ball.

The next second, the group appeared in an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs of London.

"It seems you've succeeded."

Vitter eagerly opened the box and took out the golden cup separately, without even glancing at the Galleons inside.

If he takes too little of this money, it won't be of much use; if he takes too much, Dumbledore won't be able to explain it.

After all, although his family was considered wealthy, they were definitely not that rich.

“Well done, Rabastan.” Witt shrank his trunk and put it into his pocket, then phantom-shifted away with another trunk full of various treasures. He had to hurry to perform in the next act.

Before leaving, Witt ordered the Serpent Demon, "Keep an eye on him. He's not allowed to go anywhere until I get back."

Kingsley, who rushed to Gringotts, was destined to arrive empty-handed.

Chapter 89 The Infamous Dark Wizard, or the Ambitious World Conqueror?

On a desolate cliff near the British coastline.

Witt met Rozier, who was resting there, as well as Roland, who had been waiting there for a long time, and the wizard who had sworn an oath of loyalty.

However, the other party looked rather miserable, probably tormented by the oath of loyalty.

Witt didn't pay much attention to these two subordinates he'd acquired for free, unless they proved their worth to him.

He cares most about Rozier.

“It’s so good to see you back safe and sound,” Witt said with genuine joy. “I knew the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic wouldn’t stand a chance against Extis.”

In reality, Witt couldn't beat Extis either.

Without considering magic power, Witt's actual magical level is only equivalent to that of a fifth-year student at Hogwarts. He mainly relies on his strength to throw bricks when he fights.

His superior intelligence told him that he should use super magic.

“That guy,” Rozier said with lingering fear, “was really crazy. I feel that even if Dumbledore came, he wouldn’t be able to take him down easily.”

“You’re overthinking it,” Witt said quietly. “You can’t even imagine how powerful Dumbledore is.”

Witt had personally witnessed Dumbledore's attack; if that blow he used against Voldemort had landed on him, he would have been crippled or killed.

Even if a second battle slot is opened, and the magic power is comparable to Dumbledore's, Witt wouldn't last long against Dumbledore.

That's why he said he was in fifth grade at the beginning, and that he would cultivate two or even three max-level cards by then, doubling his magic power and overwhelming others with force.

Only in this way did Witt feel he had a chance of winning.

As for competing with Dumbledore in skill, we'll have to wait until he's at least forty.

Due to some unforeseen circumstances in his youth, Rozier missed the epic duel between Grindelwald and Dumbledore, and thus somewhat underestimated Dumbledore's power.

Even though he was being chased by Dumbledore, he couldn't figure out Dumbledore's true strength, especially since he and Dumbledore didn't actually fight at that time; he was simply being chased.

Whether the power is three times stronger or ten times stronger, it's still an instant kill; there's no difference to him.

But hearing Witt's caution, Rozier raised his estimate of Dumbledore's power even higher.

“You’ve rested enough.” Rozier took out a piece of chocolate, popped it into his mouth, clapped his hands, stood up, and said in a low voice, “It’s safer for me to personally run this last thing for you.”

No, no, no.

Witt quickly stopped Rozier and advised, "I've already troubled you enough. If I make you run another errand, what kind of person am I?"

"Besides, it's not like there are only the two of them."

"them?"

Rozier glanced at them dismissively and muttered, "With their skill level, they probably wouldn't be able to infiltrate the Lestrange family."

"Besides, don't you know how much this box of yours is worth right now?"

Do you really think they are loyal enough?

When Witt heard Rozier say that, he began to have doubts.

Although he felt that the guy who had sworn an oath of loyalty wouldn't dare to betray him, the other party's abilities were indeed not very high.

He'd probably really mess this up.

“It should be fine,” Witt said uncertainly. “The Lestrange family has placed a special copying spell on their treasure. Without the corresponding undoing spell, they won’t be able to get their hands on the money.”

"Do you believe that?" Rozier retorted. "A mere copying spell might be useful in Gringotts, to buy time until the patrolling goblins discover the problem."

"But now that the money has been withdrawn, do you really believe these spells work?"

Now that things have come to this point, there's nothing Witt can do even if he wants to bury his head in the sand. The main issue is that Rozier just risked his life against the Ministry of Magic, and besides, framing someone isn't actually that important to Witt.

Money is gone, so be it; people are the most important thing.

The Lestrange family's wealth is nothing compared to Rozier's importance to Witt.

Rozier was only willing to do things, and even when Witt offered him a way out, he wouldn't take it.

What else could he say but earnestly make this request?

"Then I'll trouble you to make one last trip and deliver this box to the Lestrange family in France."

“You two,” Witt said to his two new subordinates, “Lotte will go with Rozier to sneak the stuff in, and Roland will spread the word after it’s done. Make sure the two Ministries of Magic start arguing.”

Compared to Roland, Witte trusted Lotte, who had sworn an oath of loyalty, more and chose to let him follow Rozier.

After resting for a while, Rozier slowly stood up.

"Alright, stop seeing me off. My old bones can still handle it."

That's what he said, but Rozier still felt he needed to brew some potions to extend his lifespan. He had a premonition that Witt's future would be even more glorious than he imagined.

If he dies too soon, he might be so resentful that he returns as a ghost.

Becoming a ghost is easy, but continuing down the path is difficult.

"Thank you for your trouble." Witt secretly slipped a bottle of longevity potion made from Philosopher's Stone powder to Rozier: "I don't have anything particularly good on hand, this is the only thing I can offer, don't look down on it."

"What's this?" Rozier's eyes widened. "Where did you come from?"

Don't assume that the longevity potion made from the Philosopher's Stone is ineffective just because Nicolas Flamel is now a fragile shark. In reality, it's the power of time that's too great.

This magical potion can bring the body to its optimal state, not only extending lifespan but also greatly slowing down the decline of bodily functions.

Three hundred years before the Philosopher's Stone was forged, Nicolas Flamel was a frequent figure in the magical world.

The main problem is that three hundred years is too long a time; no matter how much the body adjusts, it can't withstand the effects of time.

Nicolas Flamel then gradually faded out of the magical world, living a quiet life in his own little corner of the world.

“I have my own methods.” Witt was very satisfied with Rozier’s shocked reaction.

When he bought something before, the other party didn't even glance at the Philosopher's Stone powder he took out, making Witt think that this thing was worthless in the Ministry of Magic.

Now I'm shocked.

Rozier could tell from Witt's smug expression that he was up to no good.

He shoved the things into his arms, waved his hand, and said, "I'm leaving. The next time we meet may be many years from now. You'd better work harder and not keep this old man waiting too long."

After saying that, Rozier picked up the box, took his two men, activated the door key, and disappeared before Witt's eyes.

Meanwhile, in France, Paris.

The same tea restaurant, the same two people.

The same spiritual phantom.

Grindelwald wouldn't dare show his true form in front of Dumbledore now; with his weakened body, Dumbledore could take him down in a matter of minutes.

Therefore, this is the only way the two can meet.

Upon entering, Dumbledore didn't even drink tea before drawing his wand and coldly saying, "Go back."

“Go back to where?” Grindelwald wasn’t angry. He looked at Dumbledore and smiled faintly. “You’re much younger than I thought.”

"You know where you should go back to."

“Yes, I know,” Grindelwald said softly. “The great Dumbledore still shines, while I am but a mound of bones.”

"But I think, at the very least, I think I should have a grave that I like."

Looking at Grindelwald's mummy-like face, Dumbledore's tone softened slightly, but it still carried a cold indifference that kept people at a distance.

“You have killed three Aurors, three young and innocent lives.”

“It does sound cruel, like something a dark wizard would do, doesn’t it?” Grindelwald said sadly. “I thought this would put your mind at ease.”

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure which title you prefer, the ruthless dark wizard, or..."

Grindelwald tapped the table and said slowly, enunciating each word clearly: "An ambitious man who seeks to conquer the world."

Upon hearing those words, Dumbledore's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

“We are over a hundred years old, Grindelwald.” Dumbledore couldn’t understand why, after fifty years, he still hadn’t shown any remorse.

Does he really not know how cruel the things he did back then were?

“We both know very well.” Grindelwald sat up straight, looked into Dumbledore’s eyes, and said seriously, “If we wanted to, living another hundred or two hundred years would be a piece of cake.”

"One hundred years old is not too late."

"The key is never age, it's you."

Grindelwald picked up his teacup and poured tea for Dumbledore himself, saying softly, "I'm not sure which title you prefer."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Your words are still as dangerous as ever."

With just a few words, Dumbledore almost casually dismissed the three people Grindelwald had killed earlier.

"I hope you can truly repent for the sins you have committed."

“It seems we can’t reach an agreement.” Grindelwald pulled a silver pendant from his chest, and Dumbledore’s expression immediately changed.

"At first, I thought it was immortal, but it was destroyed."

"Now, I thought it belonged to you, but it still belongs to me."