The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

At this time, the sky suddenly became overcast, but this time it was not a precursor to the attack of the dementors, but a pure storm. The strong wind blew through the gap in the car window and almost overturned the bowl of vegetable soup.<

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Draco Malfoy jumped out on time. He remembered Lucius's warning to him, "Don't mess with DeWitt." But he didn't understand what there was to be afraid of just a DeWitt, especially now that DeWitt and

Hermione is alone with no one else, three against two, the advantage is mine, he thought, then turned around and left to find Harry's position.

The sound of quarreling was heard immediately. Hermione stopped packing the things and looked at DeWitt - which meant "go help". DeWitt stood up slowly and walked in the direction of the sound in an orderly manner.

In the past, after passing three boxes full of people, he saw Draco Malfoy and his followers Crabbe and Goyle, sneering at Harry and Ron, and waving a stick in Malfoy's hand.

Wearing an old-fashioned dress that was popular in the last century. Neville was shivering on the side.

"What are you doing?" DeWitt patted the box door and said.

The glass on the door shuddered, covering up what Malfoy had not finished and attracting everyone's attention.

Malfoy's face turned red, and Crabbe and Goyle stared at DeWitt with hostile eyes.

"Are you looking like you want to take action?" DeWitt yawned lazily and asked politely: "But you seem to lack courage. Don't you dare to fight three against one?"

"This has nothing to do with you, DeWitt," Malfoy said word for word: "Don't get involved."

"Get out of here if you don't dare," DeWitt flexed his muscles slightly, and said coldly: "I despise people like you the most - if you don't like Harry...and Ron, then you

Pointing at their noses and calling them trash, then having a fight, and from then on the loser walks around the winner, this is fair and aboveboard. But you like to lie like a fly, like a toad, and speak slanderously.

You are so yin and yang... you play some lip service, no one recruits you, no one messes with you, you don't know how to respect others, you are afraid of getting into trouble, and if you leave your parents' money, what are you still? A wimp, right?"
It took half a minute to finish such a long sentence in a cadence. The pungent and sarcastic breath flowed down Malfoy's nose and into his internal organs, igniting his emotions from scratch.

Well-founded humiliation can bring more harm than dirty words. Malfoy clenched his fists, raised his head angrily, and widened his eyes furiously. His smooth hair broke free from restraints and stood up irritably.

Forgetting to greet his follower, he shouted and rushed towards DeWitt - and then DeWitt ducked out of the way - Malfoy smashed the car window in the corridor with his head, and leaned out of the car with most of his body, the bridge of his nose

He was knocked down, dripping with big drops of blood, and lost consciousness.

The filial Crabbe and Goyle grabbed Malfoy's legs and pulled Malfoy back to the carriage. The broken glass opened several more holes in Malfoy's body.

"Go and save people, go ahead." DeWitt didn't expect that everything would end so quickly. He swallowed the last half of his unfinished words, waved his hand and said, "Don't be embarrassed here."

Without saying a word, Crabbe and Goyle dragged Malfoy and rushed to the students' box of Slytherin College, where there would be some senior students who had practiced healing spells and hoped to enter St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

Sister.

"What did you say to Malfoy?" After the noise faded away, DeWitt repaired the car window, half-leaned against the door of the box and asked the people inside: "Look how angry he is."

"He was talking about my dress," Ron said bitterly, not paying any attention to the hesitant expressions of Harry and Neville: "And he was showing off that his family is rich..."

"Okay," DeWitt waved his hand again: "If you have time to listen to him, why don't you try to learn some curse words and then find a way to punch him. I'm leaving."

During the rest of the journey, the twins came again. They came to tell DeWitt and Hermione a new story they had heard. The story told that a boy with a weak brain smashed his head into a glass and was cured.

After the injury, he did not become smarter. Instead, his brain problems became more serious, and his appearance was also disfigured - because something went wrong with the student who cast the curse on the yellow-haired boy.

"You have to wait until you get to Hogwarts to recover," the twins said without concealing their gloating: "Malfoy will have to suffer along the way."

Not only this way, but even when getting off the bus, Malfoy suffered a lot. He covered his head with a black robe, and his already crooked steps wanted to make the route look like an electrocardiogram. The broken glass in the wound was not cleaned cleanly.

He was healed, and now the fragments are growing in his flesh. Every movement will create wounds internally, causing long and severe cramps. Vague curses continued to be heard from under the black robe, and Crabbe and Gao were beside him.

I followed cautiously, but I couldn't understand what Malfoy said. The more I couldn't understand, the more anxious Malfoy became. The funny interactions between the three people aroused low-pitched taunts from students from other colleges, making it rain heavily.

They all become less defeated.

The carriage pulled by the Thestrals advanced against the violent storm. The Hogwarts Castle also lost its outline at night, with only a few shadowy yellow light spots hanging in the air, indicating the location of the castle. This time no one was slow, even if the lightning was only

The steps were illuminated for a moment, but no one fell down. After getting off the carriage, everyone rushed into the foyer smoothly.

The rain can no longer wet people, and the brightly lit auditorium is just a few feet away.

"Are you not wet?" DeWitt glanced at Hermione and asked casually.

"No," Hermione held DeWitt's body and shook his legs and said, "But the shoes are wet. Wait for me to use a drying spell... Okay... where are yours? Oh, don't move... right now

OK..."

Before Professor McGonagall came out, Hermione completed this series of magic spells to keep her dry, but she forgot about Crookshanks, who had been holding her arms. When she wasn't paying attention, Crookshanks, who was sleeping soundly, was blocked.

The trachea was blocked, and now I was struggling because I couldn't breathe.

"It's so suffocated." The ugly cat slept all the way. After waking up, he immediately picked up his robe energetically and complained randomly: "This shit rain... the cat's butt is almost soaked... and it still smells.

The smell of rat farts...let me go, you woman...I'm going to steal some food!"

"What is Crookshanks shouting?" Hermione noticed something unusual, and she asked DeWitt: "Are you listening? If you heard it, tell me what it said?"

"Crookshanks didn't say anything, maybe he was saying it was a little cold," DeWitt replied without changing his face: "He just didn't wake up. When he got up, he said some nonsense. It was so messed up that it couldn't be translated at all.

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"Okay," Hermione stood on tiptoe to look at Professor McGonagall's complexion, hugged the struggling Crookshanks tighter, followed the moving team, and softly scolded Crookshanks: "Shh——

Stop moving!"