The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Finding out what he had for breakfast was an exaggeration. What DeWitt wanted was news he could hear now. Lucius Malfoy happened to know something about Gilderoy Lockhart and told him the important news.

The news came out:

"He's a reputation-seeking guy," he said of Gilderoy Lockhart: "He uses some tricks, who knows what tricks, to achieve some success and then cooperates - he doesn't ask for much money.

, I just want to create some big scenes and do whatever it takes to be in the limelight."

"Very interesting," DeWitt crossed his arms and nodded slightly, indicating: "Keep talking."

"It's a pleasure to work with him. There are actually a lot of people who know about this, but because he makes money..." Lucius' expression was as usual, he was not ashamed of it: "He dealt with those ignorant women and girls

We have the skills to make a lot of money from those people."

"If you can find the right person," DeWitt said, "at least selling books is a matter of mutual consent between you and me."

"There must be something wrong with him," Mr. Malfoy said firmly, "but no one is willing to investigate. As long as no one knows, when something goes wrong, they will not be able to blame him. There is no risk in this kind of money, earn less and worry less."

Everyone likes to do things."

"Go check it out when you get back today," DeWitt ordered: "Then notify me of the results as soon as possible."

"There is still news about Lockhart."

"Speak quickly." DeWitt had already seen Hermione looking for him everywhere.

"He is going to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!"

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"Dumbledore must be old-sighted," Mr. Malfoy said viciously: "To be able to choose such an idiot as a professor, his headmaster is almost at the end..."

"If Dumbledore doesn't want to be the principal, why don't you become the principal?" DeWitt mocked.

However, Lucius really began to consider this issue.

"Dumbledore is definitely a qualified principal. He is smart and perceptive. There is no doubt that he is a good person. And what about you?" DeWitt remembered Dumbledore well. Although the old man was mysterious and liked to say some mysterious things,

But he helped himself. Now when he hears Lucius saying bad things about Dumbledore, DeWitt is certainly not happy to hear it: "Choose a bullshit Voldemort as the boss - let me tell you, you really haven't considered following him.

What are you doing, Dumbledore? How can you get better treatment with Dumbledore than with Voldemort? You have no vision."

This actually ignores the risk of disobeying Voldemort. It is good to follow Dumbledore, but fighting against Voldemort means the risk of being cast a death curse at any time. At the same time, it also involves ideological issues, but there is no time.

When discussing it in detail, DeWitt just had to say it. After all, no matter what he said was outrageous, Lucius Malfoy would not refute him.

He even said that even if he pointed at Lucius's nose and scolded him, he would just say "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

After finishing the conversation, DeWitt turned around and left.

Lucius Malfoy, who was left behind, was also smiling flatteringly after DeWitt turned around. It wasn't until DeWitt's figure completely disappeared into the dense crowd of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore that the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

He said fiercely "Damn it!"

"Father, who are you talking to?" Draco Malfoy came over holding the book.

"No one, you heard me wrong," a fatherly smile flashed across Mr. Malfoy's face, and he quickly suppressed it after thinking of Draco's results. He saw the Weasley family in the distance, and now they also

I no longer feel like going up to say hello: "Let's go home."

Malfoy and his son just went back.

DeWitt hasn't left yet.

"Where have you been?" Hermione asked: "This is your book. I also took the one I gave you by the way. Did you see Harry? After he knew that Ms. Feyre was your mother, he said

He's looking for you, he's with the Weasleys."

DeWitt went to look for Harry again. Lucius saw the Weasley family and of course he also saw it. It was not difficult to find a few moving red-haired heads in the crowd. He pushed aside the crowd and walked over.

Say hello to the twins, then say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and finally Harry - as soon as he saw DeWitt, Harry had a strange expression, and regardless of other people around him, he pulled DeWitt aside.

Walk away, while whispering: "I encountered something strange."

"Tell me." DeWitt thought about what it was that he had to find.

"Do you know about house elves?" Harry asked nervously.

"I know," this was only known because of Malfoy, DeWitt nodded: "What's the matter? You have one?"

"Of course I didn't," Harry laughed for a moment as if he had heard a joke, then returned to his tense and nervous look and said, "I... um... met one during the holidays."

"Let's get to the point quickly," DeWitt said helplessly: "Are you going to stay in the bookstore tonight and talk to me all night?"

"I'm just worried that you don't believe it...Okay, let me tell you quickly," Harry pursed his dry lips and said, "A house elf named Dobby found my aunt's house..."

DeWitt nodded calmly.

"He intercepted all the incoming and outgoing letters. He said the reason he did this was to protect me. Of course I had to ask where the danger was, but he didn't tell me. Later I lied to him - he said you -

The original meaning is 'DeWitt is a dangerous man'."

Harry quickly finished telling the news he knew, but he didn't know what he was nervous about now. After rethinking his approach and thoughts, he looked at DeWitt - DeWitt's black eyes flashed.

He was moving with an indescribable expression, the lines on his face were surprisingly hard, the rhythm of his breathing was smooth and steady, and the corners of his mouth had a subtle arc, as if he had heard some ironic jokes and played the leading role in them.

.

After waiting for a while, Harry heard DeWitt say slowly: "So... do you think I am dangerous?"

"If I thought so, I wouldn't come and tell you," Harry said, gaining calm strength from DeWitt's attitude.

"That makes sense," DeWitt said in agreement: "Dobby didn't hurt you, did he?"

"He - indirectly hurt me," Harry's face was suddenly filled with sorrow, and he said distressedly: "He caused my uncle's business to fail, and then I was locked up. It was Fred,

George and Ron drove their car to pick me up."

DeWitt smiled and said: "Oh, this is not a big deal, thank you for reminding..."

"Aren't you worried?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"There's nothing to worry about," DeWitt said calmly: "You don't have to think about it anymore. Just say Dobby's name and I will know how to solve it. My mother knows that Dobby is from the Malfoy family.

House elf, she will communicate with the Malfoy family on my behalf to resolve this problem."

Seeing Harry's confused expression, DeWitt sighed more and more helplessly. If Harry hadn't reported the news to him, there would be no psychological burden for him to leave like this. Now...

"Let me tell you in detail, seeing as you are so curious," DeWitt quickly made up an excuse and said: "Everything about Dobby and Malfoy..."