The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"That's right," the twins said stiffly: "We participated in betting."

"I'm impressed," Hermione said: "The Irish team won, and the Bulgarian team got the Golden Snitch."

"Yes, we won a lot of money." The twins said to each other: "We bet with Ludo Bagman, Bagman was the banker, and he also gave us money."

"But here's the problem."

"He gave us fake money."

"Then Jin Gallon disappeared."

"I also handed in my receipt for gambling."

"No way?" DeWitt asked.

"Mom and Dad also said there was nothing we could do."

"If Ludo Bagman has no money, I'll beat him up and still have no money," DeWitt said: "You've got the wrong person."

"The only way you can help is to fight and kill?" Hermione couldn't help complaining. She turned to the twins and asked: "Didn't you try harder?

"Ludo Bagman was pretending to be stupid! Later we forced him and he said there was nothing he could do. It is said - this is what I heard - that after the World Cup, he was surrounded by goblins in the woods and beaten.

, then took away all his money, and followed the goblin’s approach, maybe his fixed assets have also been liquidated..."

Hermione also became worried: "What should we do? We can't capture him and send him to mine, right? Or...pick cotton?"

"Sell his organs," DeWitt began to talk nonsense: "Suck his kidneys and sell them to ordinary people, saying they are the internal organs of a wizard. Speaking of which, if we must find the difference between wizards and ordinary people, I feel

It should be in the brain. Someone must have done research throughout the ages...or locked him up and bled him, or sold the blood of wizards..."

The twins looked at each other, coughed a few times and said, "That's not necessary."

"What do you want the money for?" DeWitt asked.

"You know we made some small things," the twins said ostentatiously: "We thought those things were very interesting, and after our survey, there were a lot of people who liked them, so we thought about our future...career plans."
Hermione and DeWitt listened intently.

"That's a joke shop!" The twins danced, and their exaggerated movements gradually became smaller under the calm gaze of the two people opposite. Finally, they asked: "Isn't this funny?"

"Many of the items in the joke shop are prohibited items in Hogwarts," Hermione said, "It's a loss if they are discovered. Will anyone really buy them?"

"Some people buy it because it is prohibited," the twins said confidently: "When Filch was still here, things that could be on his list of prohibited items were good. And now that the restrictions have been relaxed, the new manager of the castle

I don’t know how much better than Filch. Even if we are caught wandering at night, we will only lose points."

"Didn't you also say that you wanted to expose the secret of the castle administrator?" DeWitt suddenly remembered, and he asked: "How is the progress?"

The twins laughed: "Well... this... we forgot, yes, we forgot."

The train rumbled and moved noisily along the way. The twins did not stay longer. They may have felt a little embarrassed, but more likely they felt that there was nothing to do here. "We are going to inquire about the secrets and find out what the Ministry of Magic is hiding."

News about this semester." As they said this, they went to find other friends in the same grade and vacated the seats in the box, but no one came again, leaving only Hermione and DeWitt.

"Are your parents okay?" DeWitt asked.

"They are very good. They were supposed to come to see me off today, but I didn't ask them to come," Hermione said, holding her chin in one hand and looking at the worried shadow reflected in the car window, "I want them to

...Stay away from magic, rather stay away from wizards, but...I can't think of any good way, and escaping is not the best solution."

This was a specific but troublesome question, and Hermione didn't want the atmosphere to become too heavy, so she didn't go any further.

"No one should be coming," she said after waiting for a while: "I can't hear anyone approaching now. I want to tell you something else."

"Anything else? I just wanted to ask you, do you have any news about Alice? I remembered that I haven't seen her for a long time."

"She went on a trip. You know she never hesitates when taking action. Where is A2?"

"Staying at Hogwarts, Dumbledore doesn't seem to be planning to find a new castle administrator, like A2 - no need to eat, no money... Dumbledore already owes two years of salary."
"You are not short of money, and the most important thing is, does A2 need it?"

"Who doesn't need money? But the birth of A2 was also helped by Dumbledore, and she seems to be very happy working at Hogwarts."

"I still don't understand what she is. For example, we are humans and Alice is a ghost. What about A2?"

"She has my bloodline," DeWitt was happy to talk more. He said simply: "Using the flesh and blood of the dragon, the curse, and the philosopher's stone, these things are used to splice a soul together. In my opinion, A2

It has a soul - the body is made by pinching - I have told you this, but as for why these things can be spelled out as A2, I can't explain, because I lack intellectual pioneering and I am not creative enough.

.If you are curious..."

Hermione looked at DeWitt expectantly.

"Just go and research," said the secret source warlock who claimed to have no creativity: "With A2's consent, maybe we can reproduce everything in the past. The final result... let me think about it... maybe we can create something for Alice.

A physical body?"

Hermione felt that this goal was worth working hard for. She couldn't wait to see the day when the goal was achieved, but she couldn't help but doubt herself. The words she spoke back and forth unconsciously highlighted her excitement: "It can really be done.

Isn’t it? Isn’t that the resurrection of the dead? But it is generally accepted knowledge in the magic world that the dead cannot be resurrected..."

"Alice is very different," DeWitt said thoughtfully, "very different. If you think about her wonderland, I feel like it is a 'quarter plane'."

"What do you mean?"

"Devils, those demons in stories who can trade souls usually have a base, a lair. This lair is a demiplane. The definition of a demiplane is based on the comparison with the material world, and Alice's Wonderland is compared with the demon's demiplane.

The plane is like a half-plane compared to the material world, so I randomly named it. Such a world is rooted in Alice's soul and is under her free control..."

"Wait a minute, didn't she clearly say that that world doesn't belong to her?"

"It's not her decision. Wonderland exists because of Alice," DeWitt said affirmatively: "I also realized this after driving away the glass man."

The time came to noon, and the woman pushing a trolley selling snacks started to leave from the front of the car. As she walked to the back of the car, the whole train was disturbed. A mess of students were running around in the car, and DeWitt and Hermione couldn't help but

After discussing sensitive topics again, they took out the lunch prepared by Ms. Feier.

The beef and pie were still steaming. The magic worked well to keep them fresh and warm. The only drawback was that when I spread the sauce on the roasted potatoes, the aroma attracted uninvited guests.