The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Harry knew that he would meet his friends in Diagon Alley, so when school was about to start, he would spend a lot of time near the entrance of Diagon Alley every day, eating ice cream and doing homework in the most conspicuous position.

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He saw Malfoy, but the Malfoy family rarely made any move. They went straight to Gringotts, seemingly in a hurry. Harry sincerely wished the Malfoy family a speedy bankruptcy.

The first person to come over was Ron, of course it was Ron. He and Harry talked about their trip to Egypt. Harry talked to him about how he blew up his aunt into a balloon, and about how he was once again detected using magic by the Ministry of Magic.

He talked about the big black dog he saw and the knight bus he summoned accidentally, about how he met Fudge, the Minister of Magic and stayed in the Leaky Cauldron, and how comfortable he was living alone.

"You have to pay attention to your safety," but Ron also said something almost as disappointing as Minister Fudge, and stammered: "It's been very dangerous recently."

The topic of wanted criminals is still unavoidable.

"I don't understand why you all say that," Harry asked in confusion: "Will Black rush into Hogwarts and kill me? Or do you think I will catch him because of the reward?

An adult wizard?"

Ron thought it was reasonable, but it seemed abrupt when he mentioned it repeatedly, so he stopped continuing the topic and waved to DeWitt who appeared on the street corner. After seeing Crookshanks in Hermione's arms, he sighed without thinking:

"What an ugly cat!"

"Why are you killing the weak? You are ugly," Crookshanks scolded: "Your whole family is ugly! Come on, the beast whisperer over there, help me translate!"

Dulwich Prix pretended not to hear, and Hermione naturally glared at Ron.

Ron realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly corrected it and came up with a corresponding topic: "Recently, my Scabbers has not been in good spirits, so I went to the pet store to get some medicine for him, and I hid in my backpack all day long.

Reluctant to come out..."

At this time, Crookshanks saw that DeWitt was ignoring him, so he jumped out of Hermione's arms and meowed at DeWitt: "This kid has something strange in his bag. Let me help you get it."

How about you scold him for me?"

DeWitt's eyes swept over Crookshanks, as if there was nothing there, he still ignored the cat.

Crookshanks stood on the table for a while, feeling bored. He licked the hair on the back half of his body like a sheep and lazily nestled back into Hermione's arms.

"It's better to be a lazy dog," Crookshanks shouted: "Let's do it! Let's do it!"

Ron was still talking about his mouse, but in fact, except for himself, no one else cared about his mouse. Who among the children who grew up in the Muggle world would like mice? Like the pink earthworm-like bald tail of a mouse?

Or do you like the environment where mice live?

When parting, DeWitt handed Hermione a note, which read in very abstract fonts:

House halfway up the hill near the village of Autry San Carpozzi

"Did you remember it?" he asked.

"Remember it," Hermione nodded. She watched strangely as DeWitt burned the note, crushed up the residue, and asked, "Is this your home address?"

"It's magic," DeWitt said, "but now you can see it if you look again. The Red Loyalty Spell. You can go back and find some relevant information for yourself. I won't explain it anymore."

The next time we met was very short, on the Hogwarts Express.

"Did you know?" Fred looked out the car window at Mr. Weasley who was whispering to Harry Potter and said, "Percy has found a girlfriend."

George said: "He spent the whole holiday writing letters to his girlfriend with the new owl."

The twins immediately noticed that DeWitt and Hermione on the opposite side didn't care about the news that Percy had found a girlfriend. They talked about some Hogwarts gossip news and gave up the topic completely until after lunch.

, and then said: "You are in third grade. You can go to Hogsmeade on weekends from now on. Have you signed the consent form for your parents to sign?"

Of course I signed it, and Hermione, who was looking down at her book, responded with an affirmation.

"Then we recommend Zoko's Joke Shop," Fred said with a grin: "It's full of interesting stuff..."

"Did you buy that thing you threw in the hallway there?" DeWitt asked.

"Big dung bombs!" George corrected: "To be honest - we bought some, but they were all imitations - specifically to deal with Filch, they will produce a bigger smell when facing the cleaning spell.

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"Filch has left," DeWitt was a little curious. He asked calmly: "How is the new castle administrator?"

"It's weird..." Fred and George kept saying, "No one can be found on the Marauder's Map, and the new administrator never talks..."

"...There is movement while walking, although I never hide it..."

"...But hearing footsteps is equivalent to being caught...It is said that some senior students have tried the Disillusionment Curse..."

"It's useless!"

"But people are okay," they concluded in the end: "As long as they don't hinder us too much, they are good people, but... sooner or later we will find a way to deal with the new administrator."

A smile briefly appeared on the corner of DeWitt's lips, and he looked at each other with the snickering Hermione.

"Let's continue talking about Hogsmeade," Hermione blushed a little. She closed the book and said: ""Magical Places of Interest" mentioned that it was a place with no ordinary people at all; and the Shrieking Shack, which is said to be

The most haunted house in Britain -"

"That's a secret passage!" George slapped the table and said excitedly: "I'm telling you - this is a secret. There is a secret passage in the Screaming Shack that leads to the school."

Just when he was about to talk about the secret passage in detail, Crookshanks suddenly jumped up from his nap, and the hair on his back exploded like electricity. At the same time, he pointed out the car window and screamed sharply: "Death! Death is coming.

!"

The speed of the car was decreasing, and DeWitt also noticed something unusual. He grabbed the soft flesh of Crookshanks' neck, raised it to his leg and asked: "What's going on?"

Crookshanks was distraught, struggling and yelling: "Can you imagine what it feels like to have maggots in the grave flying towards you in the clouds? It's so disgusting and uncomfortable, it's a premonition——"

No more premonitions, the train was already stationary relative to the ground, and the sky was getting dark. The voices in the train began to rise, and they were connected in a mess, gradually arousing negative emotions like a swarm of flies. More and more people began to walk in the aisle.

Run around and exchange information with acquaintances.

DeWitt could feel the muscles under Crookshanks' fluffy hair tightening, and the hot blood flowing nervously in his veins. He no longer barked, but was trembling slightly. After a while, his intuition brought him

The fear reached its peak, and Crookshanks shouted in a low voice:

"The big one is coming."