Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"This song is a gift from your seniors to you for your enrollment. See you at Hogwarts again."

"drive!"

Witt cracked his whip, and the Thestral pulling the carriage sped off.

"Who is that?" Harry asked, puzzled, because it was dark and many people couldn't see Victor's face clearly.

“It looks like it’s Witt,” Ron said uncertainly.

"He can even write songs?" Hermione felt utterly outmatched; she couldn't beat him in exams, couldn't compete in magic, and was even less of a Quidditch player.

Now tell him that Witt can also write songs.

Is there anything he can't do?

“Maybe that’s what genius is.” Ron’s tone was full of helplessness. He couldn’t even feel jealousy; all he felt was confusion about the world.

“Who cares?” George laughed happily. “This song is a perfect match for Hogwarts.”

“It’s magic itself. I’m going to write to Dumbledore and ask him to change the Hogwarts school song to this.”

"What do you think, Fred?"

"Perfect idea." Fred wholeheartedly agreed with George.

With the blessing of the Hedway Variations, the young wizards of the new year embark on their magical journey.

Chapter 92 The Eagle, Rowena

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, countless candles hung in mid-air, illuminating the golden plates and goblets, making them sparkle.

The ceiling was adorned with countless stars, and moonlight streamed down like water.

Witt sat at the Slytherin dining table, casually teasing Albus the Phoenix.

After the Serpent Demon's bloodline advanced, it was no longer suitable for him to appear in public. Although he could use magic to disguise himself, it was hard to say whether such disguise would be effective in front of Dumbledore.

Even if you don't notice it once or twice, it will eventually cause problems if it happens repeatedly.

Viter's power is not enough; the identity of the Serpent Demon cannot be exposed.

In contrast, Albus, the phoenix, is much more suited to appearing in public, not only to help him fight but also to win him fame.

Putting everything else aside, I have the same pet as Dumbledore, that's class.

As he entered the classroom with Albus on his head, everyone, including McGonagall, couldn't help but glance at him a couple of times.

“A phoenix,” Malfoy exclaimed. “May I touch it?”

"Whatever." Albus's personality was much better than the Serpent Demon's; he never minded being touched.

Witt was quite at ease about it.

However, Witt clearly underestimated Malfoy's curiosity. When his hand moved down from the phoenix's back to try and part the feathers on its belly to see if the phoenix had that too, Albus's face turned bright red.

He opened his mouth and sprayed a golden-red flame at Malfoy's face.

Although Albus tried his best to control the power, Malfoy's face was still blackened by the smoke, half of his hair was gone, and his eyebrows were completely gone.

The only relatively white part of his face was his teeth.

The sudden burst of flames interrupted the upcoming Sorting Ceremony, drawing everyone's attention.

Upon seeing Draco's miserable state, the Great Hall erupted in laughter.

Harry and Ron, in particular, were laughing the most.

McGonagall's face was unusually grim; if it weren't for the need to avoid disrupting the opening ceremony, she would have already deducted ten points from Slytherin's score.

"Quiet!" McGonagall shouted, specifically calling out names.

“Especially you, Malfoy.”

A flush crept onto Draco's dark face. He felt he should find a hole to crawl into instead of sitting here being laughed at.

The Sorting Ceremony continued, and Witt reached out and pulled Albus back into his arms to prevent Albus from causing further harm to Draco.

After all, what Draco had just done was too much, and Albus was still furious.

"Witt, your phoenix is ​​so rude," Malfoy complained to Witt, wiping his face with a tissue and glaring at him with his eyebrowless eyes.

"You're being too presumptuous. Who pulls up someone's trouser leg the moment they meet them?"

While complaining, Witt took out a music box from his pocket, turned it on, and tossed it into the air.

He cast a spell on the music box, so that it would float in the air and not fall down when the music played.

The sound of the Hedway Variations was sung for the first time at Hogwarts.

“It really is Victor.” Harry looked at the music box in the sky, his voice almost inaudible. Even if he listened to it again, he still couldn’t resist the charm of the song.

Most of the students in the Great Hall had heard the song once before when they got off the bus, and their expressions were mostly calm, but the Hogwarts professors were hearing it for the first time.

Snape was so engrossed in the music that he didn't even notice Harry, seemingly lost in memories.

“Lily.” His voice was barely audible. A month had passed, and Snape still hadn’t found a way to perfectly deal with the Horcruxes while preserving the Resurrection Stone.

It's not that there are no methods, but that all methods carry risks.

It may damage the resurrection stone.

Snape didn't want to take any risks; he wanted a 100% certain, absolutely feasible solution.

“Professor McGonagall.” Dumbledore slowly opened his eyes and said softly, “Let’s begin the Sorting. This year’s young wizards have received a truly perfect gift.”

"This song possesses a magic that we can never attain."

Professor Flitwick, sitting next to Dumbledore, agreed, saying, "I think we should add fifty points to Slytherin's score."

Professor Flitwick also loved music, and he had almost no resistance to the Hedway Variations.

“Wait a moment,” Dumbledore said politely. “We shouldn’t disturb the students’ enjoyment of this moment.”

If Slytherin were to get a bonus now, the students from the other three houses would probably be devastated. They'd be 50 points ahead on the first day of school. How are the other houses supposed to compete?

“That’s certainly how it should be.” Flitwick had also thought of this, then asked in a low voice, “I still don’t know the name of this song.”

"You'll find out."

As the two whispered to each other, the sorting ceremony was almost over.

Snape also emerged from the remembrance of the music; the song was like a resurrection stone, possessing magical power.

Wait, the resurrection stone!

Snape suddenly had a brilliant idea. The Hyde Variations had inspired him, and he came up with a potion recipe that could perfectly destroy Horcruxes without harming the Resurrection Stone.

Almost without hesitation, Snape stood up from his seat, turned around, and left.

Harry noticed Snape's actions immediately and whispered, "Has something happened to him? Is Professor Dumbledore going to expel him?"

Although Harry has confirmed that Snape had nothing to do with the Philosopher's Stone incident last year, Snape's usual harassment and dislike of him are very real.

Harry really hoped Snape would be fired, so that Hogwarts would be perfect.

Witt noticed Snape's actions and began to wonder if something urgent had happened.

Could it be Voldemort who could make Snape rush like this?

Witt wanted to send the Serpent Demon up to check, but Dumbledore was watching from above, so after thinking it over, Witt gave up on the idea.

Voldemort is unlikely to be resurrected so soon; there could be other issues.

Anyway, he's inside Hogwarts now, protected by Dumbledore, so Voldemort can't cause any trouble.

After glancing at Dumbledore on the stage, Witt felt reassured and focused on eating.

Chicken drumsticks, sausages, pork chops, and a glass of chilled pumpkin juice.

The banquet was drawing to a close, and after the Hogwarts school song was sung as usual, just as Witt was about to leave, he suddenly heard Dumbledore give Slytherin a score of fifty.

In that instant, Witt seemed to see the scrutinizing gazes of all the students from the other three colleges.

His eyes were full of wariness.

You weren't satisfied with seven consecutive championships, and now you want to win eight?

The music is great, but they absolutely cannot give up the Academy Cup.

Witt felt wronged by this. He swore to God that he really didn't mean it that way. What kind of eight-time champion was he? Voldemort was killed by Harry because he split his soul into eight parts.

The number eight is considered extremely unlucky in the magical world.

In the idealistic world of magic, some numbers truly possess special powers, with seven being the most magical number, representing magic and glory.

The number three represents stability and power; reciting a mantra three times consecutively can unleash power far exceeding normal levels.

Twelve represents mystery, thirteen represents misfortune, and so on.

If you don't pay attention to these details in ordinary times, you might only have a little bad luck, but if you accidentally touch these numbers in some critical matters, the consequences could be very serious.

Therefore, Witt didn't want an eighth consecutive title at all.

"That old bee Dumbledore wouldn't really want him to win eight consecutive championships, would he?" Witt glanced at Dumbledore with some suspicion.

The other party's expression remained normal, revealing nothing about their behavior.

"professor."

Forget about the eight-time consecutive championship; Witt's most important task now is to obtain the Gryffindor sword and unlock his second playing position.

“Witt, what is it?” Dumbledore asked gently.

"I'd like to ask if you know where the Gryffindor sword is. I've read Mr. Gryffindor's travelogue many times, and I'm very interested in the fairy-forged sword in it. I want to get my hands on it and study it."

Witt really liked Gryffindor's travelogue, which contained a lot of combat techniques summarized by Gryffindor. Although some of them are no longer applicable today, the book is still full of useful information overall.

Unfortunately, most students only read this book as an adventure story and didn't discover the knowledge hidden within it.

"The Gryffindor Sword".

After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore shook his head and said, "The Sword of Gryffindor has been lost for many years, and I do not know where it is."

“I’ve heard that the Sword of Gryffindor appears beside the real Gryffindors.” Witt asked doubtfully, “Could it be that in all these years, no one at Hogwarts has been able to summon the Sword of Gryffindor?”

“Magic is not entirely arbitrary,” Dumbledore said softly. “The Sword of Gryffindor can indeed identify who the real Gryffindor is, but it cannot simply appear beside someone at will; it needs a medium.”