The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"That's it," DeWitt briefly described what had just happened. After kicking Blake on the ground with his toes, he stepped on the back of his neck: "Black is an Animagus. He understands me."

He doesn't listen to the words from the perspective of animals, but understands them from the perspective of humans, but he can't learn the way animals talk, so Animagus and I should not be able to communicate."

"No, no, no," Hermione shook her head violently, and the bag of cat food in her hand clattered, and she said hastily: "Is this important? This is Black, a wanted criminal in the wizarding world and ordinary society...

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"Yes," DeWitt nodded: "If you catch him, you will get a lot of money."

"That's not the case!" Hermione raised her voice. She was already tired, not only from studying, but also from the psychological burden caused by an excessive sense of crisis. Now she couldn't get to the point, and she gradually became irritable, and said

: "Danger! I said - danger! This is a wanted criminal who has killed dozens of people! When you see him, you should go for help, not -"

The changing image of the Boggart reminded Hermione repeatedly, like a barbed thread, always tugging at her heart.

"He is very weak," DeWitt explained, comforting: "Look - I am intact, he fell to the ground unconscious, I pressed his neck, even if he turns into a dog, he can't run away, I just need to exert a little force

, his neck will be broken, and he has no wand..."

"It's not important! What matters is your thoughts and attitude! You can't always take such risks!"

"Can you get him up first? Or you can call someone..." DeWitt gave in.

"No!" Hermione said firmly: "We must leave together. Every second you spend with the wanted criminal, the risk will double - go to the professor - go to the Auror of the Ministry of Magic!"

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DeWitt wanted to say more, but Sirius Black was already regaining consciousness and was about to wake up. Hermione noticed it and pulled out the wand without thinking. She waved her hand and was about to cast a spell to knock Black out, but Crewe

Keshan stopped Hermione and blocked the tip of the wand with his body.

"Okay, you want to go against me too?" Hermione squeezed the wand handle and said, "Obviously I am your master!"

Sirius finally recovered. He coughed tiredly, twitched a few times like a fish that landed on the beach, and shouted hoarsely: "Wait! Let me say a few words. If you listen to what I say, you still have to go.

I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic - I will never resist! I won’t resist now!”

DeWitt has loosened the strength on his feet a little, otherwise Sirius Black would never be able to move or even speak.

"Listen to him? Hmm? I'm a little curious. You see he can't make waves anymore. What's the point of listening?" DeWitt said harmoniously: "You know there are cats in Crookshanks.

The bloodline - it is very effective in intuition. Since it feels so, you might as well listen to the wanted criminal. It puts you, the master, in the highest place."

I don’t know how much entanglement and hesitation passed through Hermione’s heart, but she was finally convinced, put down her wand, and completely gave up on herself. She lowered her head and stepped aside, folded her arms and sneered: “Okay! I don’t care about that!

I don’t care if you risk your life!”

"Did you hear that? Blake?" DeWitt lowered his head and said, "In order to satisfy my curiosity, I paid a high price. You have to think about how to satisfy me and don't make me regret it..."

Don't even think about resisting... Do you want me to provide evidence to prove the strength gap between you and me?"

"No need," Sirius Black smiled bitterly. After DeWitt removed his legs, he turned over on his back, wiped the blood on his face mixed with dust, and then leaned on the bed and said feebly: "But I have to say

Now, I never wanted to hurt you from the beginning, I just wanted to get your wand."

DeWitt said nothing more. He waved his hand to signal Sirius Black to start speaking.

There is no need to mention the content of the story, and I won’t repeat the things that everyone already knows.

During the narration process, Hermione also went from showing off at the beginning to asking several questions in the middle, but Sirius Black answered them satisfactorily, without any loopholes, and was reasonable.

Combined with Crookshanks' description of the mouse Scabbers, DeWitt felt that there was a possibility of this. Thinking about what Ron would look like if he knew Scabbers was actually a human being, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

, so DeWitt prefers to verify Sirius Black’s statement.

"I hope you can help me," Sirius Black finally said: "Bring that mouse over here for me, just bring it over..."

"What should I do if you run away?" Hermione asked.

"You can leave one person to watch over me."

"That's too dangerous, no!" Hermione saw that DeWitt was about to speak, and she immediately refuted it: "You can't! Just because he doesn't have strength now doesn't mean he won't have strength later!"

Sirius Black's smile became more and more bitter. He raised his neck and stretched out his body and said: "Then what do you think we should do? You just go and call the dementors - I will admit it and won't resist."

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Hermione still insisted that DeWitt leave with her to report to the adults, but DeWitt did not agree clearly and stood still, refusing to move. This left Hermione with no choice but to stand here.

Staring at Sirius Black with fear, never wanting to relax.

It can be seen that since the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, Hermione has been a little too sensitive, as if she was sure that bad luck would befall DeWitt.

"Then there's nothing we can do," DeWitt put the tip of his wand against Sirius Black's forehead and said, "I'll make him now..."

Sirius Black closed his eyes, preparing to face what was coming next.

When she had a choice, attacking an innocent person who had no power to resist was still a bit beyond Hermione's bottom line. She finally backed down and sighed and said: "Okay! I won't tell others! Let's go and catch him."

Rat! But - what if we catch the rat and the man escapes?"

DeWitt replied: "Then give the mouse back."

"Think clearly," Hermione warned: "Even though Wes has always disliked the mouse, he cares more about the mouse than anyone else when something goes wrong."

"Let Crookshanks catch it," DeWitt said: "A cat can't catch a mouse, right? What does what Crookshanks did have to do with us?"

Crookshanks wanted to curse, but he couldn't curse his master. He could only freeze in place and look at Hermione aggrievedly.

"As for you..." DeWitt had already thought of a way, and he was waiting for Hermione to agree: "Become a dog, and I will lead you with a dog leash transformed by a wand, and watch cats and mice catch mice.

Go and see - a great transformation into a living being."

Sirius Black had no objection. He shrank up and turned into the black dog with mottled fur again.

DeWitt waved his hand, and the wand turned into an iron chain and threw it out, wrapping it around the dog's neck and tightening it.

Set off.