The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Looking around nervously, Ron squeezed the wand in his hand. Some of the unicorn hair on the core of the wand had been exposed. The soft and smooth hair felt back to the palm of his hand, and he tried to get power from the wand.

After hearing DeWitt's question, Ron hesitated for a moment, cleared his throat and gritted his teeth. His head was hot and impulsive, and he said blankly: "Okay! Isn't it just magic... I just learned from Fred and

I learned a new spell from George."

So Harry showed an expectant look, and DeWitt also held his breath, quietly took precautions with a solemn expression, and solemnly said: "Please."

The attitudes of others put undue pressure on Ron. He first pinched the flesh behind the neck of his pet rat, lifted it up, and put it on the table. With his other hand, he raised his wand and shook it ritually in the air.

Shake, then roll up the cuffs.

The mouse didn't bark, but just scratched the table with its paws, sniffed around with its sharp beak, and its ragged beard trembled, just like Ron's hand holding the wand now.

"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine," Ron chanted without confidence, like an emotionless reciter: "turn this stupid fat mouse yellow."

Is it coming? DeWitt nervously applied a few more layers of invisible protection to himself. But after a while, he still didn't sense any warning - the sky was still so blue, the wind was still so cool, and the snow-white clouds were still there.

Everyone came together to watch the excitement - could it be that the impending riot was gathering momentum? Immediately, DeWitt relaxed his breathing. He could even hear the sound of mice panting clearly as the train was running, and he was always ready to defend against attacks from around him.

——But still nothing.

"Is there a possibility..." DeWitt glanced at Ron, who was also nervous, and asked tentatively: "I mean maybe-your magic didn't work?"

Then Ron's face slowly turned red, the hand holding up the wand froze, and his eyes were only in the lower part of the eye socket. When his whole face became as red as his hair, he must have been extremely embarrassed.

, if no one comes to the rescue, I’m afraid this head will become overcooked and smoke.

Fortunately, someone knocked on the door of the box, and Harry quickly stood up and said loudly: "Please... please come in!"

The door to the box was unlocked, so it was easily pushed open and a boy walked in.

The boy's crying expression made DeWitt instinctively frown, lowered his head and continued reading the book on his lap, pretending not to notice.

"I'm sorry," the tearful boy's facial features slid across his round face, and finally piled up in the center. He asked aggrievedly: "I want to ask, have you seen my toad?"

Harry looked back - Ron shook his head, and DeWitt did not move. Like a temporarily elected representative, Harry said unnaturally: "Oh - oh, we didn't see it,"

Out of sympathy in his heart, Harry awkwardly comforted: "It's okay, it will come back."

"Really," the boy's sobs got better and he said in a slightly clearer voice: "Then, if you saw it, can you tell me?"

After getting Harry's affirmative answer, the sobbing boy walked out. As soon as he closed the door, his crying immediately became louder, he rubbed his eyes and continued walking back.

"Do people really use toads as pets?" Ron quietly put his pet mouse into his pocket and quickly changed the subject: "If I have a pet like this, I must find a way to throw it away. I would rather others think that I don't have a pet.

, and I don’t want people to know that I have a toad.”

These words caught DeWitt a little off guard. He gave Ron a strange look and wanted to remind him - ah, the mice you raised are actually only better in appearance. In terms of actual value, mice are far inferior to toads.

——After all, toads can eat some pests. In addition to causing damage, rats can also transmit diseases, right?

"What about you?" Ron tried hard to put aside the embarrassment of the previous failed spell casting, and asked nonchalantly: "Do you have any pets?"

Harry does, he has a snow-white owl, which is locked in a cage, and now he is sleeping with half-closed eyes.

DeWitt shook his head: "I don't have any other money, so I simply didn't go to the pet store, but it's really nice to have a pet - I should take some time to get one."

Ron wanted the topic to go as far as possible, so he immediately asked: "What animal do you like?"

"You should ask me what animals I don't like."

"Then what animal don't you like?"

"I don't like chickens, ducks, sheep, rabbits, and deer," DeWitt said a little impatiently, but these questions were nothing, and he gave his answers quickly.

"Why?" Ron became curious instead.

"No reason!" DeWitt's voice was already a little gloomy, but after a slight pause, he returned to calmness and said naturally: "I don't like the look in their eyes - these animals are too timid, facing my kindness

They can only escape, but if they can't escape, they resist. Their eyes when resisting are stubborn and hateful - so I don't like it. I don't like it when I see it in places other than the dining table."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the box was opened again - this time no one knocked at all, and the visitor followed a gust of wind and ran rampant in the box. Such rude behavior made DeWitt frown again, but

He still didn't say anything, but glanced at the door and then lowered his head, expressing his dissatisfaction by ignoring it.

There was a girl standing at the door. DeWitt only remembered that her hair was brown and that she had put on a new wizard robe. Other than that, she spoke at a fast pace and had a nonchalant attitude.

Speak Out: "Did any of you see a toad? Neville lost a toad."

It can be guessed that these two people started asking questions from one box to another from the first carriage. By the end of the question, they had loosened their control over the volume and the details of the etiquette. It is understandable, after all, repetition will make things difficult.

It brings numbness, but this only explains the reason for this girl's rudeness, and should not be an excuse for her arrogant attitude. To put it mildly, DeWitt does not like this girl.

"We've already said it," Ron's words were much more straightforward than DeWitt's: "We didn't see it."

But the girl ignored him, and instead turned her attention to DeWitt, who was looking down at a book, and asked unceremoniously: "Are you reading? What are you reading? Neville and I started asking from the first carriage.

, although Hogwarts is very good, only a few senior students are reading, and not many freshmen are reading. I like reading very much, and I memorized all the textbooks during the holidays. After all,

The school I want to go to is a magic school. I hope my level is enough. After all, my parents are not wizards. I must say that I was very surprised when I received the admission notice. Oh, by the way——

I'm Hermione Granger, what about you?"