Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

“A medium that has established contact with it.”

Witt almost instantly came up with an answer: "The Sorting Hat."

“Absolutely right.” Dumbledore clapped his hands and explained to Witt, “Yes, the Sorting Hat.”

"Only through the Sorting Hat can the Gryffindor sword appear to those in need. As relics of Gryffindor, they are closely connected."

"Can I borrow the Sorting Hat for a while?" Witt asked in a low voice.

Although he could not become a real Gryffindor, Witt could certainly create a real Gryffindor and summon the Gryffindor sword.

“You’ll need to ask Mr. Sorting Hat about that,” Dumbledore said with a smile, “if he agrees.”

“I’ll go right now.” Witt was eager to go to the headmaster’s office, but Dumbledore stopped him.

"Curfew is approaching. As a student, what you need most right now is to go back to your dorm and rest."

Witt felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.

"Alright, I'll ask Mr. Sorting Hat again tomorrow."

After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, Witt returned to his dormitory, which he hadn't visited for two months, and lay down on his bed to ponder.

In the original books, only two people actually pulled the Gryffindor sword from the Sorting Hat: Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom.

Harry first ruled out Harry Potter, who was Dumbledore's most favored savior. Without sufficient power, Witt wouldn't dare to touch Harry.

Therefore, Witt only has one option: Neville Longbottom.

As for the other students, Witt was unsure whether they were qualified and whether he would get a sufficient return on his long-term investment.

After confirming the target, Witt began to recall things about Neville.

Neville, in his second year, is a little better than he was in his first year, but he is still very timid and completely lacks confidence. It would be very difficult to train him to be a true Gryffindor.

Witt racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a good solution.

"Should we call Rabastan back to provoke Nawi?" Witt wondered uncertainly.

It was Rabastan and Bella, along with other Death Eaters, who drove Na'Vi's parents insane back then, so Na'Vi must harbor a deep hatred for Rabastan.

However, Witt was unsure whether Neville's current age meant that this hatred might lead him astray.

After hesitating for a while, Witt shook his head to shake off the thoughts in his mind.

Using hatred to guide Neville forward is too dangerous; if he goes astray, he has no alternative plan to follow.

The risk is too high; we won't consider it.

After thinking for a long time, Wit still couldn't come up with any reliable method.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, my head hurts.

Witt sat up, deciding to open the two free blue treasure chests he'd gotten today and then go to sleep.

With more and more characters being drawn, Witt is now able to get one blue treasure chest a day.

The storage of magic stone powder alone is as high as sixteen bottles.

However, the Serpent Demons and their companions currently require far too much experience to level up, and sixteen bottles of magic stone powder are still a drop in the bucket.

We can only take it slowly.

Now that he was rich, Witt was too lazy to pray for the blue treasure chest like before, and simply clicked on it.

As the treasure chest shook, the next second...

The entire dormitory space began to expand infinitely, with the azure sky reflected on the ceiling.

A loud cry pierced the sky.

The sound of metal and stone is deeply moving.

Under the azure sky, a barely visible black shadow hovered high in the air. Despite the immense distance, Witt had the illusion that he was being locked onto.

The eagle Rowena swooped down from the sky, tearing through space as her body shrank.

It eventually transformed into a fluffy white chick and landed in front of Witt.

The money has been withdrawn.

Witt casually used magic to knock out his three confused roommates, then gently reached out his hand to Rowena.

Rowena was the character he struggled with the most at the time. Witt hesitated for a long time, unsure whether to use a raven or an eagle as the embodiment of Ravenclaw.

After agonizing over it for a week, Wit still felt that the game should maintain consistency. Since the founders of the other three houses all used the house icon as their base, Ravenclaw should naturally use the eagle as its base as well.

Rowena the Eagle, founder of Ravenclaw, is synonymous with wisdom.

Looking at Rowena, who was still sizing him up, Witt suddenly had an idea.

He took out a bottle of magic stone powder and handed it over, saying softly, "Welcome to Pangzhu Academy. This bottle of magic stone powder is an initial gift for everyone. If you want to get more later, you'll need to complete the tasks I assign."

Are you ready?

"An eagle is never afraid of a challenge." Rowena's tone was very confident. Even though she was still weak, she was still an eagle at heart.

“That’s good.” Witt said in a low voice, “I hope you can help me raise a timid sheep into a true lion.”

Rowena is no less capable than Albus and Serpent Demon in terms of both aptitude and potential, but she arrived too late and did not have the same opportunities as Albus, who could get half a Philosopher's Stone for free. In the short term, she is of little help to Witt.

Witt planned to send her to Neville to help him grow and use him to get his hands on the Gryffindor sword.

Neville grew up, and Witte received the sword of Gryffindor.

Win-win.

Chapter 93 Rowena's Frenzy

On the first day of the new semester, Neville got up early and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.

He got stuck on a staircase as he was passing by.

These stairs always seem to move around randomly, and even after a year of familiarizing himself with them, Neville still can't remember their movement patterns.

Or rather, he can't remember how anything works.

Forgetfulness is Neville's biggest annoyance.

In comparison, being picked on by Malfoy seemed like a minor matter.

"I've never seen anyone as stupid as you."

After Neville took the wrong stairs three times in a row, Rowena couldn't hold back any longer and said, "If you want to go downstairs, go to the left and wait at the right staircase. The staircase in front of you will change direction soon. At your current speed, it's impossible for you to get down the stairs before it changes direction."

"Thank you."

Neville stopped and instinctively began to thank them, but he looked left and right and couldn't see anyone.

Is it a ghost? Neville wondered uncertainly.

"Look down."

Rowena's voice was weary; she was somewhat allergic to idiots.

Neville lowered his head in response and said with delight, "A chick."

"It is an eagle, a majestic eagle soaring in the sky."

Rowena jumped up and pecked at Nave's knee in anger.

Unfortunately, her strength was too weak; Neville only felt a slight itch, not pain at all.

Neville crouched down and asked curiously, "How did you end up here? Where are your parents?"

“Dead,” Rowena said calmly.

Her parents have been dead for over a thousand years, so there's nothing to be sad about.

But Neville didn't think so. She must have suffered a lot after losing her parents at such a young age.

Neville reached out his hand with concern and said softly, "You must be very scared and hungry. I'll take you to have breakfast."

"Although he's not very bright, he has a good heart."

Rowena jumped onto Neville's palm, ran from his palm to his shoulder, and then leaped onto his head.

"The view is better from this spot, let's move back."

“Isn’t it to the right?” Neville asked, puzzled.

“That was a minute ago, and things have changed now,” Rowena said irritably. “You need to get your brain working, don’t be like a stagnant pool.”

In just that short time, Rowena gained a profound understanding of the difficulty and challenge of the task assigned by Witt.

As a smart person, Rowena really couldn't understand why Neville would make the wrong choice on such a simple staircase three times in a row.

She watched for only ten minutes and immediately understood how these staircases worked.

She doesn't even need to think; just one glance is enough to tell where the next staircase will lead.

Neville obediently followed Rowena's instructions. When he walked half a circle back to the top of the stairs, the stairs, which usually seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on him, now seemed to be welcoming their master and came closer to him.

Following Rowena's directions, Neville quickly went downstairs.

He had never felt that going downstairs was such an easy thing.

"How did you do that?" Neville asked in amazement.

"You wouldn't understand even if I explained. Let's go eat first. I want beef."

An ordinary genius might explain things to Neville and be annoyed by his stupidity again, but Rowena is no ordinary genius.

She clearly understood that it would be impossible to successfully teach Neville using only her way of thinking.

We need to gather more information and develop a clear and feasible educational program specifically for Nave.

Nave probably didn't feel much during this process, but Rowena would definitely have felt pain.

Because she needs to understand the thought process of a fool.

"By the way, don't tell anyone that I can talk."

On the way to the auditorium, Rowena whispered a reminder to Neville.

"Why?" Neville asked, puzzled.