The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Even freshmen start classes directly on the second day.

So DeWitt got up early in the morning. He didn't wake up his roommates. After all, he didn't say a word last night in order to sleep for eight hours. He followed the principle of not looking for trouble if you are not familiar with him, so he was alone in the castle.

Walk around and get familiar with the environment.

Of course, being familiar with the environment is only one reason. There are so many ghosts nearby now. After living on campus, life with Mrs. White is different from the past. Life at Hogwarts is a new model. DeWitt needs time to adapt.

He has to constantly clarify his goals, just like now, the plan to obtain the secret source is about to be put on the agenda.

If he didn't know about Hogwarts, DeWitt wouldn't be impatient. He would steadily and steadily look for suitable opportunities to improve the secret source. But changes in the environment mean opportunities, and also mean risks. Keep it tight.

DeWitt picked up the robe and quickened his pace. Now he added a calming spell to himself, hoping that this would make his mind clearer and his memory better.

Now I only have a little secret source to use 1, so I have to play it steadily.

DeWitt hid his magic wand in his sleeve and kept repeating "Be careful, be careful". He chanted these mottos in the hope that he would never fall into a gutter, just like he patiently studied the moving objects.

He tried to study the rules of the stairs until he could grasp the destination skillfully, and then began to move towards the first floor.

Not counting the towers that add to the castle, there are eight floors in Hogwarts. DeWitt looked down, trembling a little, and couldn't help but think about what would happen if a student slipped and fell. Maybe there would be some protective magic?
In short, he won't try it himself.

But what about the ghosts? The further they walked, the more confused DeWitt became. Why were none of those delicious ghosts missing?

When he went down to the fourth floor, DeWitt remembered Dumbledore's warning at the opening party, so he glanced in the direction of the restricted area - only one glance, and he was sure that he had no idea of ​​getting closer, but someone misunderstood this.

One glance.

"You! Are you a new student?" A hoarse shout came from the side and behind, and a proud guy jumped out from the shadows in the corner.

This guy DeWitt has an impression. He was sitting in the corner of the teacher's chair during the opening banquet. He didn't laugh when the students laughed. But when Dumbledore told a joke that was not funny at all, he would show his pug-like expression.

He was laughing strangely, eating and panting non-stop. However, these two states were different from the current state - under the scattered, sparse gray and half-long withered hair, there were vertical and horizontal forehead wrinkles and bloodshot eyes, staring.

The scrawny jackal who looked at DeWitt was like seeing rotten flesh, baring his crooked yellow teeth, shaking his shoulders and approaching quickly - together with the cat at his feet who also had bulging eyes.

There really are pets for every owner, and both humans and cats have the same paranoid attitude.

"Are you trying to sneak into the restricted area? I caught you! Students don't study well..." The man scolded: "Which college are you from?"

Thinking about it, DeWitt remembered that this person was Filch, the administrator of the castle, and it was he who made the rule that students were not allowed to use magic in the corridor.

"Sorry, Mr. Filch," DeWitt replied honestly: "I didn't mean to enter the restricted area."

Filch had been wandering around the restricted area early in the morning, and he didn't sleep all night last night. He was determined to catch a student who violated the rules. Unfortunately, he failed to catch anything and instead spent a lot of time in confusion. It was not easy to catch DeWitt.

There was no reason to let him go, so he asked viciously: "So you want to do something else? Throw dung bombs? Set off fireworks? Ah ha, I get it - you must want to paint graffiti on the corridor wall..."

In just a few words, Filch convicted DeWitt. He stretched out his hands like vulture claws and tried to squeeze DeWitt's shoulders. He stretched out his hand and said: "Come here! I want to register you..."

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DeWitt took half a step back to avoid it. He frowned and said, "I just came out of the lounge to get familiar with the campus while I got up early. At most, I just glanced at the restricted area. Mr. Filch, what else?"

I didn’t do it either.”

"You're lying!" Filch stretched his neck forward, his eyes widened and he moved forward, still refusing to give up his plan to catch you: "I've been watching you for a long time. You hung out with the Weasley twins at the opening party.

It can be seen that you are not peaceful students——"

"How ridiculous!" DeWitt reached into his waist and grabbed the wand, gradually becoming irritated by Filch's unreasonableness.

Filch was wary of DeWitt's movements. He knew it was the wizard who was about to pull out his wand, but he could only shake the extinguished lantern in his hand to relieve the embarrassment. Other wizards had wands around their waists, so how could they manage them?

Is that a lantern?

"If you continue to find fault with me, you must punish me unreasonably." DeWitt tightened his clothes in disgust, feeling that he was dirty when he was near Filch, and said, "I have to go to the professor, no.

I'll go find the principal again -" Looking at Filch's increasingly gloomy expression, he assessed Filch's thoughts and said, "Does Hogwarts not allow getting up early?"

"You're lucky." Filch retreated quickly, and he didn't forget to say harsh words in the end: "I will always keep an eye on you, the little brat who hangs out with the twins. Get out of here quickly!"

Although Filch had no reason to blame him verbally, he would never move a step without blocking the direction of the restricted area on the fourth floor, even if it was still some distance away from the designated range. He waited for DeWitt to retort in a daze.

, which means there is a legitimate reason to give this new student a blow.

After one last glance at the closed door in the restricted area, DeWitt turned and left. He could feel a cold look behind him staring at him, but this could not scare him, because the threat of the weak only made him

People laugh.

When we reached the first floor, the number of students also increased. Everyone had a name tag on their body and wore a bow tie of different colors to distinguish their colleges. While having breakfast in the auditorium, there were also students from different colleges running to other colleges.

At the table, DeWitt didn't recognize anyone, and no one came to talk to him. When he was 70% full, he left the auditorium and walked out of the castle gate in a few steps.

There should still be a while before class starts, and DeWitt wanted to go outside to take a look, but the sound of flapping wings broke in from the main entrance of the castle, and a brown owl flapped its wings awkwardly and bumped straight into him.

In order to prevent the poor messenger from being fatally wounded in his chest, DeWitt reached out and grabbed the owl's legs before the bird's head touched his own, and lifted the thing up upside down.

The owl did not struggle or resist. Its wings even drooped in the direction of gravity and could not even be retracted.

It's hurt.

A long and deep wound was hidden under the feathers on its abdomen. The blood was almost invisible, but it kept dripping down its talons. It can be seen that during this journey, the conscientious owl did not get anything.

Despite the treatment, the wound was further enlarged due to the vigorous flapping of the wings. It was only now that I saw the recipient that I relaxed.

The so-called letter is not a neat letter paper, but a piece of light-colored rag.

So DeWitt immediately used "Ice Body Guard" 2 on the owl, freezing its state at the moment of casting, and then used a simple "Healing Technique" 3 to speed up its recovery.

"You! Don't you have anything to say this time?" Filch's disgusting shout came from behind: "Casting a spell in the corridor... just stand still! Follow me and get punished!"

DeWitt had no time to pay attention to Filch. He pulled out his wand and gestured threateningly at Filch, scaring him back half a step, then knocked him away, and ran outside to a less crowded place with the frozen owl in his arms.

As I ran, I unfolded the rag and saw the content on it:

Knockturn Alley Attack Rescue Freya White

1: According to the settings in the game, the Secret Source Warlock only has one Secret Source Point at the beginning, and the upper limit in the normal mode is three. This is based on the game content but is not strictly limited to this

2: The skills of the mage-like profession in the game have the effect of removing negative status, restoring blood and making you temporarily invincible. Of course, the effect in the subsequent plot will not be as absolute as in the game

3: This is the literal meaning. The effect in the game is to restore blood that lasts for several rounds. Just think of it as a mouthful of milk that gradually recovers