A Snake at Hogwarts

In the Demon Realm, a land filled with magma, stood a magnificent palace. A young man sat with his eyes closed on the palace’s lofty throne. He had a human torso and a serpent’s tail. He looked to be only fourteen or fifteen. He wore snow-white clothes embroidered with exquisite silver patterns and held a white jade fan in his hand. A tassel woven from golden threads dangled from the fan, both splendid and delicate. His hair was pure black, beautiful in its clean, distinct simplicity. Like his white clothes and black hair, it was simply black and white. He seemed untouched by the concerns of mortal life. His snow-white serpent’s tail did nothing to make him look like a demon. If anything, he looked like an immortal who had wandered into the Demon Realm by mistake. The boy was called Yan An. His jet-black hair fell around his ears, and the earrings gleamed with a deep blue light. He was so handsome that anyone who saw him couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. A chilling aura surrounded him. Suddenly, Yan An opened his eyes. “Get out here,” he said, his voice as if blessed by the gods. The next moment, a little white ball flew out from behind one of the palace pillars. It was a rookie System, number 778. Looking at the young boy with a serpent’s tail, 778 immediately thought how incredibly handsome he was. But his icy expression was certainly a little unusual. 778: “Hello, Host. I’m System 778…” In an instant, a white tail whipped toward the little white ball. 778: Th-that was terrifying. 778: “Host, I’m 778. Please, can you let me finish?” Yan An: “I never stopped you from talking.” 778: (ﾉಥ益ಥ)