The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

At this moment, Lockhart even considered admitting that he "can't do magic" to prove that he had no use of magic at all, and to prove that DeWitt's fall was a naked fraud and a malicious attack - but the result of this would be to ruin his reputation.

, he would rather suffer pain, but in the end he could only helplessly witness the whole process happening, and let the rushing DeWitt press him between his chest and abdomen, knocking him to the ground.

The ribs seemed to be broken, and there was a very short snapping sound in his ears, which was more blurry than a hallucination, but the pain reminded him of the injury, and then it seemed that his internal organs were about to be forced out of his mouth, and the blood all over his body suddenly rushed to his limbs.

The swelling at the end gave Lockhart the illusion that his finger was thicker than a potato.

"I'm so sorry, Professor." Lockhart felt like a big domestic rooster being held down by a tiger. The feathers were beautiful but useless. The tiger looked down at him with indifference. The tiger still said hypocritically: "If I

Will you feel better if you apologize?"

DeWitt didn't move his hands and firmly pressed Lockhart down, making the adult professor blush and unable to say a word. Why is this kid so strong? He couldn't understand it.

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But Lockhart had better not think. His thinking will only make people laugh.

Too much praise made him lose himself, unable to distinguish between the self he was praised for and the real self. Whenever it was quiet at night, Lockhart would feel that he was as perfect as the book, and he lived in his own little world.
"Do you want to do it again?" DeWitt stopped, pulled Lockhart up, patted the dust on the back of his robe, and asked with a smile: "Actually, I am still not satisfied with some details..."<

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"Oh, you did very well," Lockhart shuddered and laughed, "But, we don't need to continue...ahem!"

These two coughs were a bit heartbreaking.

"How did I behave?" DeWitt has not let Lockhart go.

At this moment, Lockhart really wanted to tell the truth, but he couldn't. For the same reason, it was more difficult for Lockhart to accept the exposure of his incompetence than to let DeWitt be punished. He forced a smile and said: "It's perfect——

Five plus to Gryffindor... no, ten to Gryffindor! Come down and get back to your place."

"Thank you, Professor!" DeWitt pressed his chest and bowed slightly towards Lockhart, then he pulled out his wand - Lockhart immediately tensed up and jumped back a small step - "Don't be afraid, Professor.

DeWitt pointed at the podium table with his magic wand: "I just accepted your kindness, showed myself appropriately, accepted the opportunity you gave... and returned to the original state."

The podium table changed from a puddle of dust to the original state, and the wooden thorns stuck in the soles of Lockhart's feet were suddenly pulled out and became part of the podium table again.

"I just... have a little cramp," Lockhart smiled awkwardly, not knowing who he was explaining to: "Yes, cramp - I have to exercise..."

Seeing DeWitt's lips move, he immediately raised his voice excitedly: "I can do it by myself! I can do it by myself when exercising!"

Most of the little wizards in the classroom didn't understand what happened. Only a few with discerning eyes saw the clues, but no one cared about it, because the result was good. During the remaining class time, Lockhart became much more honest.

, he didn’t bother with any messy things, and just sang the praises of the deeds in the textbook—yes, it was his own deeds.

As soon as the bell rang, Lockhart limped out quickly, leaving the students talking. Hermione was also curious, and asked DeWitt: "What did you do to him?"

Harry and Ron in front also turned to listen.

"Secret communication is limited to two people who can understand it. Something happened just now," DeWitt said carelessly: "It made Professor Lockhart aware of the risks and problems. He shouldn't be stupid - I hope he can."

Be wise, be wiser."

"What the Riddler..." Ron was dissatisfied and said quickly: "Did you hit him?"

Hermione thought of DeWitt's exaggerated experience last year, and immediately pressed her with questioning eyes.

"Absurd! What are you talking about!" DeWitt spoke righteously: "How could I hit the teacher! Just kidding, don't say anything without proof. Lockhart is a member of the Defense Against Dark Arts Alliance and a third-level Merlin.

Medal, and some kind of smile award, can I handle such a powerful role... And I am a student, do you know what a student is? Student affairs——"

"Okay, don't talk about it," Hermione understood the answer, took Rudwitt's hand and said, "Harry, don't you have the Quidditch team training tonight? You should go now.

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"Yeah," Harry patted his head and pulled Ron away: "Thank you for reminding me."

After they left, Hermione relaxed a little and asked without restraint: "I've been wondering about this question for a long time, and I don't know if it's an illusion. I always feel that you seem to be targeting Lockhart."

"Really?" DeWitt turned to the side, slyly hiding his expression and eyes, and said calmly: "I just - hate those people who pretend to be okay when they have no ability."

"I have heard a sentence with a similar format." Dinah, who had not spoken since she turned into a rag doll, changed her position and put her hands on Hermione's shoulders, and suddenly said.

DeWitt turned around: "You can speak now? When?"

"I practiced with Dinah during the holidays," Hermione said, "I just wanted to tell you."

Before he finished speaking, an owl suddenly flew from outside the castle.

This owl has a clear goal and moves quickly. The most important thing is that DeWitt knows it - it was this owl that reported Ms. Feier's car overturning in Knockturn Alley. Later, she bought the owl back. Have a good day.

He was well fed and fed, and he also rented another owl from the Owl Post Office to deliver letters. Ms. Feier even gave him a name, what was it called...

The name is not important, has something happened again? DeWitt thought intensively, recalled, and checked in his mind whether there were any mistakes in his recent actions, and his expression unconsciously changed.

Hermione next to him looked at him worriedly, but remained silent and did not disturb him.

The owl landed on DeWitt's raised arm, its sharp claws penetrated the clothes and clawed at the flesh.

"Go ahead," DeWitt told the owl: "My body is stronger and it won't hurt me. What news do you have?"

The reason why I asked this was because the owl didn't bring a letter. After the little thing landed on his arm, he just tilted his head and glanced at DeWitt. The shiny brown feathers with black spots were a little messy. After noticing this, the owl immediately cherished it.

It uses its beak to take care of the ground. When doing so, its two big round eyes cannot move, but because it can no longer see DeWitt, it has to stop and turn its head to look at it from time to time.

"No news!" The owl cooed inexplicably proudly: "The mistress asked me to help you!"

DeWitt stared at it, as if he had seen through its secrets.

In this exchange of looks, the owl lowered its head in shame, covered its face with its wings and said shyly: "I am too fat - the mistress asked me to lose weight."