The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"I don't think that's a problem," Hermione said.

"But there are risks," DeWitt said patiently: "Yes, I don't know what will happen if this situation continues..."

Hermione sighed, she listened to DeWitt's words: "Then you come."

Like Joan of Arc on the stake.

In fact, there was no need for ceremony or preparation. DeWitt raised his hand and touched Hermione's head - the originally messy hair had almost no change. Only Hermione's senses changed. She seemed to be in the hot weather.

Xia Tian took a long nap, as if she had taken a nap from another life. She felt dizzy as if she had been squatting for a long time and the blood supply to her brain was insufficient. At the same time, something from the outside world was absorbed into her body, fused with her, and enriched her body and soul, even if it was tiny.

Her capillaries also conveyed the feeling of swelling, leading her to a new form, until——Hermione became seventeen years old.

When looking at DeWitt again, Hermione saw a brief surprise in DeWitt's eyes.

"What did you do?" she asked immediately.

"Let you merge," DeWitt's eyes glowed green, which was the spiritual vision brought by the power of the secret source. He said: "Push the extra parts of your soul to connect more closely. To put it simply, you

The part of time spent saving people has become a part of you, but this part does not completely belong to you, and overlaps with you in a strange form - like another you."

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"It's gone now?"

"No more." DeWitt finally no longer had to look down at Hermione, and now their heads were almost level.

"Then what should I do now?" Hermione said dryly: "How will I see people in the future? I feel panicked when I think about going home for the holidays. I really don't know what my parents will say when they see me like this...

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"Transform," DeWitt said: "Both of your forms are normal and stable, and there will be no side effects even if you use transformation."

"Like an Animagus? Does that mean...I'm actually an adult?" Hermione said complicatedly: "I have become an adult in the wizarding world..."

"Yes, but others won't admit that your time is forever short...how do you feel?"

"I thought I would have special feelings, but I didn't."

A2 at the front stopped. Ever since she left the castle gate, she had been walking straight forward. Now when she reached the lake, she turned back and asked, "Are you still going?"

DeWitt and Hermione looked at each other, made the decision "not to leave" at the same time, and sat down on the shore of the Black Lake.

A2 holds the light and steps aside slightly.

"That's almost everything," DeWitt said, the light of the secret source in his eyes extinguished, "Is there anything else you want to know?"

Hermione asked: "Where is Professor Dumbledore..."

"He won't do anything more, because he is a... good person who makes mistakes, and I happen to be... a good person who can be said to be a good person. The difference between us is that we have different styles of doing things, but we are not hostile in any way.

Each other."

"You... are always like this. You seem to know a lot. I feel like you..."

"That's right," DeWitt nodded slightly: "There's nothing hard to say. Now you should also be aware of the existence of other worlds. I am a person from another world."

After finishing speaking, DeWitt thought a lot, and he was ready to answer a series of questions - such as introducing the customs and customs of Rivellon and introducing his life experience there. In short, he did not expect Hermione's first

The question is: "How long have you lived?"

"Not long after, there was no requirement to record one's age there. I came here at about the same age as now. I was younger when I came - my body was younger, but I could move around freely, and then I went to school - elementary school -

—And then Hogwarts..."

"What about your mother?"

"She doesn't know the specifics. At the beginning, we were some kind of... cooperative relationship, but after a long time, she may really regard me as a son, and she feels like a mother... It's okay."

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Hermione speculated in her mind about the age gap between the two people. She thought that she had suddenly grown up, which put a lot of psychological pressure on her to do the next thing. Now that DeWitt said that she was not young at all, she felt a lot of psychological pressure.

It was gone - but her heartbeat was still a little fast. She pursed her lips nervously. The curiosity she usually had was suppressed for the time being...

DeWitt said: "Any more?"

"One more thing," Hermione raised her head and looked at DeWitt without timidity. In the collision of eyes, a fire began to light up in her heart, burning her eyes and causing her reason to follow.

It was hot, and then he said in a small but clear voice: "I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I want to kiss you."

Before DeWitt could answer, Hermione raised her hand and pressed his shoulder. With a little force, she leaned forward again, and their lips touched each other.

This was the first experience for both of them. Hermione felt that DeWitt's lips were hot, and DeWitt felt that Hermione's lips were cold. But when the two young people kissed further, the moist and slippery touch came again.

It was the same, this external contact to internal communication also brought about some kind of nihilistic change. They all held their breath. Hermione's hand held DeWitt's head. DeWitt's hand wrapped around him.

Hermione's neck. As a result, emotions began to react in the physical contact. Even if Hermione finally let go of her hand and pushed away to take a deep breath, the reaction did not stop. She blushed, and the bravery in her heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Without a trace, only sweet shyness remained, and finally chose to use Animagus to escape.

DeWitt's eyes did not change. He touched the hair on Hermione's Animagus back. After a moment, he said: "You have become very beautiful."

The clouded leopard's paws pushed DeWitt's head away, and the soft flesh pad pressed DeWitt's face. He was embarrassed to be evaluated so intuitively, and even wanted to avoid looking away.

The moon in the sky just now was covered by clouds. When the silver moonlight shone down, Hermione changed back again - into the appearance of a fourteen-year-old girl. The courage that had disappeared before came back tentatively. She boldly

He held DeWitt's hand and asked: "Don't you... say something?"

Hermione had been thinking about this scene and decision for a long time. During the chaotic time, she was thinking about what to do next, what to do with DeWitt, and thinking that she was infallible, making her longing seem to be buried in time.

The wine she drank accumulated courage and changed her nature, so tonight, all it took was a little impulse and the catalysis of the atmosphere to make Hermione do it, and now, she needs an answer that reassures her.

Although DeWitt has never thought about it for a long time, fortunately, he is always decisive, his thoughts turn quickly, and his understanding of himself is always clear, so he can quickly realize Hermione at this moment

The changes in his body - Hermione is now a pure girl; he can clearly identify his inner thoughts - he has feelings for Hermione.

The chirping of the insects quieted down, and the owls stood on the treetops and tilted their heads to watch. DeWitt whispered: "Of course I have something to say, I think I should like you."