The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Returning to Ms. Feier, DeWitt asked: "Where is Hermione?"

Ms. Feier raised her chin to the crowd and said, "Well, I want to go get an autograph."

Immediately, troubles stuck in DeWitt's mind like spider threads, making him upset and said: "It's Lockhart again! What's so great about him... Let me see what books this guy has written."

..."Wandering with Trolls", what kind of heaven-defying thing is better than me smashing the giant monster's head with a stick?"

Ms. Feier smiled as she watched DeWitt's tantrums.

""Holiday with a Dominatrix"... ugh, I thought sleeping with a lizardman undead was a tough enough topic, but Lockhart is even more perverted than I thought."

Although DeWitt's voice was very low, Ms. Feier still used magic to block the transmission of the sound thoughtfully: "Don't say bad words, dear."

DeWitt ignored her and continued: "There is also this "Breaking with the Female Ghost"... I killed Voldemort - it doesn't count as death, there are half-deaths after half-deaths, and I didn't publish a book, either.

Because I think Voldemort is bad, but what about him? He can write a book even if he has trouble with female ghosts!"

"His writing is good," Ms. Feier said. "Although the plot has no depth, it is interesting enough and has no learning value. In fact, it can be regarded as a bit. Some of the knowledge in it is correct, but the matter of whether it is popular or not is sometimes unclear.

Unreasonable."

"So you want to tell me that you are also a fan of his?" DeWitt asked with a dark face.

"I'm definitely not," Ms. Feier chuckled, and said cheerfully: "Do you have any ideas? Do you need my help?"

"How can you help?" DeWitt said muffledly: "I know exactly what you are capable of. You only have one Malfoy family in your hands - I have an idea about this...Lockhart...he is going

Being a professor at Hogwarts, think about that situation - tsk! I guess, what is Dumbledore's plan?"

But DeWitt did not express his thoughts, and Ms. Feier also tacitly agreed not to ask. They waited for Hermione to come back in high spirits.

"I'm coming!" the little girl said, holding a Lockhart book to her chest.

DeWitt no longer wanted to hear any news about Gilderoy Lockhart. He simply lowered his head and acted as if he had heard nothing. When leaving Diagon Alley, it was Ms. Fierre who came forward to tell him.

Hermione was handed over to her parents.

It's a bad mood day, and the impact on mood is devastating. Even after a hearty and delicious dinner, DeWitt's mood will change from "bad" to "kind of bad" - there is no reason

, DeWitt hates his current state. He thinks he is a little too weak, as if richer emotions are a bad thing.

"I'm going for a walk," DeWitt put down the tableware and wiped his mouth and said to Ms. Feier: "I want to relax."

"Slow down and pay attention to safety." Ms. Feier stood up to clear the table and said something by the way - as mentioned before, she didn't use magic because she likes to do it herself.

So the local Muggles could see a boy in a robe coming down from the deserted mountain at night.

The boy walked in a hurry, frowning, as if he was troubled. No one had seen him before. He looked like a stranger, but he came from the direction of the forest. If he was a savage, he didn't look like that.

Clean clothes, you can see the robe under the street light. Although the style of the robe is weird, every corner has been washed clean, which shows that the mother of this child must be a caring person. At the same time, the boy does not look tired.

He was even less panicked, and his contemplation while walking made him look a little melancholy.

But this is not important. What is important is that there are always risks at night. The local patrol who had just finished his meal noticed DeWitt wandering around during his patrol. He blocked DeWitt's way and coughed hoarsely.

Said: "What are you doing out here so late, kid? Where are the adults in your family?"

"Ouch," DeWitt said to himself irritably: "Forget me!"

"That's not possible," the inspector had a sharp ear, and he immediately said majestically: "Where is your home? I'm going to send you back, and by the way, let me talk to your adults..."

Obviously, this was a good man, but DeWitt was really in no mood to pester him. He took out his wand, put it against the patrolman's chest and recited a curse: "Forget everything."

All this happened in just one second, and the patrol took two steps back in a daze.

"You didn't see me, just keep doing what you were supposed to do." DeWitt whispered, and he looked around at the same time - it was late at night, and no one else was there.

The inspector nodded and continued to move forward unsteadily.

DeWitt glanced at the back of the patrolman and scratched his hair in frustration. He smelled the fragrance in the flower bed, which failed to calm him down. He had to find something to do.

He looked around blankly.

I saw the small houses on the roadside lined up neatly, with lights shining through the curtains and the faint sound of voices. There was almost a small yard in front of every house, and the fragrance of flowers came from this place.

The completely different environment from that of wizards made DeWitt have other thoughts - this is the life of ordinary people, and it was also his life in the past few years. What would happen if he did not receive the notice from Hogwarts? It should be possible.

Continue studying...but isn't it also studying at Hogwarts? There seems to be no essential difference - then what is the meaning of what I am thinking about now? Compared with blind thinking, what is more worth cherishing is always the present. If you are confused and don't want to work hard,

, it’s better to have fun - although it sounds a bit decadent, isn’t the purpose of life’s struggle for longer-term happiness?

DeWitt started walking in the direction of the Weasley's house. He thought of the twins. It would definitely be fun to play with the twins. The two of them together were more interesting than a circus. However, DeWitt took the wrong road.
We were walking towards a sparsely populated area, but our direction was a little off.

Instead of seeing the strange-shaped buildings on the ground, DeWitt found a river. There was a house by the river. It looked like an ordinary person's residence, but the location was more like a wizard's idea of ​​​​choosing a home. However, he thought that some people like to live in

If you go to a remote place during the holidays, it is not surprising that there is a house here. When Old White was still alive, people often went to the farm to relax.

DeWitt lost interest, and he immediately planned to leave, but there was a violent and brief loud noise in the house, accompanied by a piercing scream, a flashing light and a muffled sound of an object falling heavily to the ground - finally

DeWitt had experience in distinguishing that sound, and he was convinced that it was the sound of a human body falling to the ground.

Dead? DeWitt disappeared, walked towards the brown wooden house by the river, used magic to unlock the door and walked in quietly - just to join in the fun, he thought.