The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Hermione was a little restless now. She checked the prepared things over and over again, recalling each step over and over again. The fierce competition in the stadium was very attractive, and Hermione also wanted to enjoy it, but no matter how exciting the competition was,

Compared with the risky confrontation, it is nothing to mention. After all, there can only be more and more ways to prevent accidents. At this time, the exciting explanations and boiling shouts in the stadium gradually moved away from Hermione's ears, and then turned into obstacles.

Once again she examines the obstacles to her plan.

"It's almost there," DeWitt couldn't stand it anymore and said softly: "The best state is freedom. It's so relaxed that you can think of everything in your hand, and it's so tight that you can implement every action as soon as you think of it.

, in order to get into better shape - I think you have to forget about our next plans, get into the game, and enjoy this... these guys... um... broomstick throwing games... why don't they just play

Where is one?"

"It's so barbaric." Hermione smiled. She completed the last check and planned to listen to DeWitt's suggestion. Just when she looked towards the court, she heard Ron and Harry roaring excitedly: "Linzie fell down! Crewe."

Mum, I tricked him!" Then these roars were drowned in the noise of the audience. It seemed that the game was reaching a critical moment, so she said no more, picked up the telescope, and started watching the game.

This moment was also a turning point in the game. The Veela's dance when their own team scored seduced the referee. The referee threatened to expel the Veela after being woken up. Members of the Bulgarian team fell to the ground and argued with the referee during the timeout.

And the quarrel expanded to the mascots of the two teams, which naturally expanded the hostility between the two sides, and spread the hostility to the next two teams competing in the stadium.

"Look," DeWitt finally felt the charm of Quidditch. He watched a male player elbow the opponent's female player hard, and watched the player with a stick in his hand chasing the opponent's player and observed carefully.

Looking at the battle situation, he said: "It's better to form a team and fight."

The final result of the game was that the Irish team won. DeWitt remembered that Mr. Weislai's bet was on the victory of the Irish team. Then the twins roared excitedly: "We made the right bet! We hit! Okay! We hit!"

All we have to do next is wait until the awards ceremony is over...

Ludo Bagman came over on his own initiative. He was hoarse and looked very bad. He was holding a bag full of gold galleons and asked the twins: "How much should I give you?"

The twins smiled at each other, rubbed their hands together excitedly, and said a big and scary number. Ludo Bagman handed over the gold galleons. The twins counted one by one. This scene did not avoid many people. Dewey

Te glanced at it without paying attention anymore. He focused on the invisible man next to Barty Crouch and tried to guess the identity of the invisible man. Now that the game was over, he finally had a suitable opportunity to trouble others.

"Mr. Weasley," DeWitt said politely, "do you know what Mr. Barty Crouch is like? I have considered working in the Ministry of Magic in the future, and I am especially interested in Mr. Crouch's department.

Could you please introduce your mother to me?"

"No problem," Mr. Wesley smiled cordially, and immediately began to collect information in his mind. However, he looked up at the environment and listened to the movement around him. He could only say loudly: "Wait until we go back? Tonight's celebration

It will last for a long time, in the camp, I will tell you carefully then."

"Don't bother Arthur," Sirius Black pulled Harry over and used a soundproofing magic to say, "I know about Crouch. The most famous thing is about his son. After knowing that his son is a food

After becoming a Dead Apostle, he personally sent his son to Azkaban, and personally decided to give his son a Dementor's Kiss. ​​He was competent in his duties, and everyone who heard of him would admire him. Most people

I would choose to stay away from him. After all, you have to be careful not to make mistakes when working with such a person. In short, he is impersonal and you need to carefully consider the risks of approaching him."

DeWitt followed Sirius Black's words: "It's indeed a bit scary. Being too close to such a person may cause a lot of pressure..." He looked at Mr. Weissley apologetically.

"It doesn't matter," Mr. Weasley said understandingly: "It's still early to think about future work. It doesn't matter if you wait a few more years. If you have questions about the Ministry of Magic, you can ask them at any time - as long as they are not confidential."

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That meant that DeWitt no longer had to find Mr. Weiss later. In the free time, he and Hermione walked around the camp several times. Signs in the camp indicated that the Irish team's celebration would probably be

It lasted until the early morning of the next day.

A beautiful night was interrupted by an accident at midnight. DeWitt and Hermione witnessed the whole process - some people left the tents, and some people entered from outside the camp. They changed into black robes in a hidden place and put on their clothes.

Smooth masks gathered from all directions. When the first to notice the sneaky people appeared, these men in black robes launched an attack. They pulled out their wands, released flames, ignited one tent after another, and forced out

There were disheveled men and women in the tents. Innocent people ran around and screamed, and women's shrill screams pierced the sky one after another. Men anxiously shouted to summon their families. The expanding fire burned away people's happiness and merged with the billowing thick smoke.

Smoke spreads anxiety to every corner of the camp.

"Not yet," DeWitt stopped Hermione, who was about to help, and said: "No one has been injured yet, so there is no need to intervene in advance. If we do it now, it may cause accidental injury."

The flames burned higher and higher. Under the flickering orange firelight, there were patches of shadows dancing like demons. The people in black robes laughed loudly, and these grotesque shadows climbed up their bodies and immersed them perfectly.

The evil mind. Mr. Roberts, who managed the camp, rushed over. He shouted the names of his family members and at the same time shouted "Fire out! Fire out!" He moved faster than the officials of the Ministry of Magic, and also attracted the black people.

Get people’s attention.

"It's that Muggle!" A male voice full of malice and excitement sounded among the men in black robes: "The Muggle who manages the wizard camp... catch him!"

The sharp laughter echoed among the men in black robes, who used magic on Mr. Roberts.

Invisible forces controlled Mr. Roberts' body. He screamed in terror and waved his limbs in the air in vain. Mrs. Roberts, who was about to leave with her children, ran back hard, waving her arms and landing alternately on her two pale legs.

, chasing her husband, trying to pull Mr. Roberts down from the air, but as she ran, she also flew up, floating and waving her limbs like Mr. Roberts. The hem of her nightgown fell and then rose, and the hem of her nightgown fell down.

The content further aroused the evil thoughts of the people in black robes based on certain desires, making the people in black robes act more and more unscrupulously. The two children cried in fear, but also chased their father with their mother. They didn't know what happened, and they immediately

He was also hung in the air by magic.

In this way, the screams of the Roberts family covered up the short crackling of the flames, and fear and despair radiated to every corner of the camp.