The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"There is someone behind them," the hunter said.

Hermione subconsciously asked: "Who could it be?"

Alice poked Hermione's head with her illusory finger and said, "He must be a well-informed, authoritative, and powerful person."

"That means he is the rat trader. This market is his territory, and most of the people who settle here serve him." The hunter nodded slightly and said cautiously: "It can only be him. It seems that he concealed what we have."

News about a wizard. Even if I am wrong, I have to ask him for news next, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"The Imperius Curse," the hunter asked: "Can you do it?"

Hermione didn't answer directly, she said: "Why do you ask?"

"The news here has to go through rat traders before it can circulate. People here know that only loyalty and teamwork can survive. If you can't control it... you probably won't be able to find out anything."

"Since you call yourself mercenaries," Hermione suddenly said, "Do you have guns?"

"No need," the hunter said, "Although most of them are basically squibs, anyone who uses Muggle things will still be looked down upon."

The girls left the slaughterhouse and returned to the temple market. Following the hunter's directions, they came to the intersection of sewage and garbage.

This is the territory completely controlled by the rat dealers. It is a city made of waste and garbage. The waste produced by Muggles and wizards have reached coexistence here. The music box that can sing Katyusha is jumping and screaming on the refrigerator, and it is tattered.

The tea sets are biting each other, and the various bags have long lost their color luster and are entangled with each other in the green sewage, and the sewage is the water flow of this city, gathering in front of the final "throne" - the so-called

The throne is actually just a seat taken out of an abandoned car. It is placed in the middle of a high ground where old appliances are piled up. It holds the Mouse Trader, allowing him to look down at every guest who comes to see him.

The Mouse Trader is a man with sinister features and evil eyes. He wears a dirty robe made of spliced ​​rags. The original color of the robe can no longer be seen clearly. What stands out is a black mouse about the same size as a human head standing on the Mouse Trader's shoulder.
The black mouse has smooth and shiny fur, a sharp beak and round eyes that exude a human look. When this thing is paired with a rat dealer, it presents an inverted scene - a human has a mouse state, and a mouse has a human aspect.

When the rat trader actually spoke, Hermione had the illusion that it was a rat talking. She seemed to hear a rat shouting in a high-pitched voice: "Rare visitor, rare visitor, a ghost, a mercenary, a warrior,

And the cutest little witch, welcome! Welcome! Everyone, what are you doing?"

Hermione put her hand into her robe and held her wand to gain some sense of security. She said steadily: "I'm here to consult on some matters."

"Please tell me," the mouse trader shook the slender curved beard on his upper lip, squeezed the tip of his nose upward, and said with a sneaky smile: "Dear wizard guest, I am happy to serve you."

The overly greasy and flattering answer made Hermione frown. She suppressed the annoyance in her heart and said calmly: "We encountered an attack - an attack from mercenaries."

"That's right..." The mouse trader nodded, and the mouse on his shoulder screamed a few times, as if laughing.

Seeing that the rat trader remained silent for a long time, Hermione repeated: "I said, we were attacked, and the mercenaries here are all under your control."

"So that's it." The rat trader continued.

"Let's ask for an explanation." Hermione's face turned gloomy.

"There's nothing I can do about those low-lifes taking private jobs," the rat dealer said sincerely: "I just register... I just take care of the general idea. It's other people's business to accept any commissions."

Hermione fell silent. She really could no longer think of any legitimate questions.

So the rat dealer saw an exploitable side in her silence - being disciplined and principled became a shortcoming in this place, which made the rat dealer think he could get benefits from it, and at the same time determined the direction of the subsequent dialogue.

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"But you can talk about anything," he said smoothly: "Everything that happened will leave traces, and I... and my children happen to be very good at finding traces, but it's too tiring to do so.

Even if I am willing to serve you, my children need to eat, so I can’t do it in vain..."

Hermione asked: "What do you want?"

The rat dealer licked his lips, and an impatient look passed between his brows and eyes: "Exchange news for news, such as...about a certain fog door, about certain fungi..."

When he thought that the information about the Fog Gate was easily available, and when he thought that someone could come back alive from behind the Fog Gate, the Mouse Trader's long-dead heart became active. He remembered his origin - not all wizards can find a school,

Wizards without schools can only find some ancient inheritance in the countryside and mountains. They spend a lot of time and can only make some progress in some aspects. In the end, they will not be recognized by the mainstream magic society. Instead, they will fall behind.

In this era, it is impossible to live a normal life. For people like the Mouse Trader, even if they join pure-blood families to compete with house elves for jobs, no one would want them. Even if they work as a clerk in a grocery store, no one would want them.

The result can only be to come from nowhere, return to a remote place, and use the wizard's longevity to make a name for himself...

Who would want to keep company with rat trash all day long? The rat dealer longs for a decent life, gorgeous robes and exquisite food. However, if he wants to change all this, he must produce some convincing results - he believes that the fog door

The secret is convincing enough. In the past research and attempts, the rat dealer sent mercenaries into the fog gate more than once, but the final result was that no one survived. The biggest result was that he was sure that the fog gate

His power is tied to time, and there is nothing he can do about it, but he is unwilling to give up.

So one day after this, Hermione suddenly appeared.

From the description of the cured ham, the Mouse Trader immediately analyzed the little witch's temperament and childish and benevolent way of dealing with problems. This was a learned little witch. Generally speaking, for this kind of person, he has always been

Staying at arm's length. But when Hermione returned safely from the fog door, her burning desire was rekindled, overwhelming his reason, and the Mouse Trader couldn't help but start to fantasize about the grand scene after he studied the fog door and developed time magic.

——The wizards will treat him as a guest, gold Galleons will flow into their own money bags, and magazines and periodicals will put him on the cover... The price is just a gamble, bet that you can

I deceived this little witch and took a gamble that I could control her even if I was exposed...