The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

The Secret Warlock of Hogwarts Chapter 229: Warriors and Demons

I don’t know what the atmosphere is like in the lounges of other houses at the moment. At least the roof of the tower is almost overturned in the Gryffindor lounge. The twins and Angelina have become the king and queen being defended. They are the crowd.

The core is the source of joy and laughter. Paper pieces are flying in the sky. Under the flying paper pieces, the first firework that is difficult to pull out is lit, followed by more.

"Mom and dad are going to be extremely happy now," Ron still looked like he was in a trance, his eyes reflecting the cheering figures of his twin brothers: "Being chosen to become a warrior of Hogwarts..."

Harry finally saw something was wrong with his best friend. He stopped shaking his hands, took a few breaths to cool down his red face, pulled Ron to a quieter place and said, "It's okay, no one said anything.

This is the last Triwizard Tournament, can you just sign up next time?"

Ron continued to frown, and every freckle on his face tried to highlight the depression in his heart.

"Think about Hermione," Harry racked his brains and came up with another angle to comfort Ron: "She was the warrior chosen the first time, but wasn't she still outclassed by your brother the second time? What if?

Speaking of feeling uncomfortable..." He secretly apologized to Hermione in his mind: "Hermione is definitely feeling more uncomfortable than you are now."

Ron's mood seemed to improve, and he immediately asked: "Where is Granger?"

Harry was stunned and looked around but couldn't find Hermione: "Yes, where is she...and DeWitt..."

"The contract has been made," DeWitt was sitting in the library at this time, saying to Hermione who was sitting opposite and flipping through a book: "You are still one of the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament."

"What about the other two people?" Hermione said using the light of the oil lamp in a2's hand and the lighting spell used by DeWitt, turning the book in her hand softly and quickly without raising her head.

"Same."

"I still can't find a similar record," Hermione rubbed her eyes, closed the book in her hand, waved her hand and let the book float back to its original position, and then said: "The Goblet of Fire never makes a mistake, every time.

There are three warriors, one for each school. I don’t understand, is it just because of...me?"

"Maybe you got lost in the Goblet of Fire," DeWitt said: "The problems caused by time make you become more than just a person in certain traits."

"It's all your fault," Hermione kicked DeWitt with her foot under the table, and she complained in sheep's clothing: "Didn't you think of this problem when you encouraged me?"

DeWitt said: "I really didn't expect it. I just learned that the magic of the Goblet of Fire has an underlying logic, and it is a one-to-one relationship between the school and the warriors. This is not magic in any way... but it's not entirely like this.

issues."

"What else?" Hermione blinked, her beautiful cat eyes shining brightly. It was precisely because of these eyes that she could see the words on the book clearly under the dim light.

"Someone else tampered with the Goblet of Fire," DeWitt said, "probably Voldemort."

A trace of excitement flashed across Hermione's face, but she soon became unmotivated again. She lowered her eyes without interest and responded in boredom.

"What? You have seen real demons and you have no interest in Voldemort?"

"Not exactly," Hermione said, holding her chin and shaking her legs slightly: "I just suddenly remembered that I could actually fight against such a powerful thing-pausing time. That was the scene where the Mirror Master paused time.

I can still recall every detail. I was deceived to the end of time. If it weren't for Alice, I would never be able to come back. And what about Voldemort? Compared with the Mirror Master... a terrifying legend passed down by wizards orally.

There are still elements of exaggerating the truth. I wanted to be scared and worried just now, but to be honest, I find it difficult to be afraid of Voldemort anymore."

DeWitt could understand this feeling, and he suddenly asked: "Do you remember Quirrell?"

"Remember."

"Voldemort once parasitized Quirrell. This time he had a memory and knew that the parasite would be discovered, so he changed his method - soul magic, such as the Imperius Curse - to control Durmstrang's Yin.

Wan is the warrior chosen for the second time..." DeWitt deliberately remained silent for a moment, trying to retain the suspense, but Hermione fiddled with his hair as if he didn't care, and finally he couldn't hold himself back and said:

"Don't you ask me what I'm going to do?"

"Didn't you just say that?"

"You should have asked me to report to Dumbledore before."

"Then did you report it?" Hermione said boredly: "You would say-Dumbledore actually knew it a long time ago."

"But he can indeed see it." DeWitt defended, and then he realized that as he got to know Hermione better, Hermione also got to know him better, and at the same time, they also changed each other as they got along.

"So what do Professor Dumbledore think?" Hermione didn't understand.

"I only know that Voldemort's soul is incomplete," DeWitt said: "Maybe he hid his soul in many places. If he doesn't deal with all of them, he will not die completely... Is there such a magic?"<

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"I haven't seen it," Hermione said, "but that doesn't mean there isn't one."

"Back to the topic," DeWitt said: "I guess that the abnormalities in the Goblet of Fire are also inseparable from Voldemort's hands and feet. I actually don't care what he plans to do, but every time I think about what happened in the first grade... I don't want to

Let Voldemort have an easy time, and it will be the same this time, the only trouble is... you are involved."

"I'm not quitting," Hermione said warily, "I don't want to just hide away."

DeWitt smiled and said: "Yes, there is no use in avoiding... My main point is to tell you that you don't have to worry about the contract of the Goblet of Fire. If you want to quit, I have a way to break the oath."

"What about the others?"

DeWitt replied: "It has nothing to do with me."

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Hermione also laughed: "Ha, that's your usual answer," then she stood up and said, "Then let's go and go back to sleep."

When the two people walked up the stairs, they saw the light in the auditorium, and the discussions inside were still going on. When they returned to the lounge, the people celebrating had lost their initial excitement, and only the last few people stayed in the fireplace.

While talking in a low voice.

"Good night." Hermione stood on tiptoes. When she saw someone looking over here, she put down her hand that wanted to wrap around DeWitt's neck. She felt that someone had seen through her thoughts and immediately ducked into the dormitory on the second floor.

Stairs.

"Good night." DeWitt said the same thing, but I don't know if Hermione heard him clearly. He walked towards the fireplace and didn't see anyone he knew next to him, so he returned to his room.

That night, some people couldn't sleep due to anticipation, some people worked hard to calculate this and that until they felt that they were foolproof. Naturally, some people slept peacefully until dawn, receiving notifications with a full spirit.

Dumbledore decided to hold another party on Sunday night.

"No one thinks there are too many banquets," he said at the beginning of the banquet, and then said at the end of the banquet: "A very important decision was announced this time - the results of both registrations for the Goblet of Fire are valid.

After friendly consultations with the two headmasters and everyone from the Ministry of Magic, some changes may be made to the Triwizard Tournament, please wait and see."

Hermione was not surprised by this result because DeWitt told her, and Fleur and Krum turned their attention to her at almost the same time. The two warriors seemed to have their own ideas.

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"Why do they keep looking at me?" Hermione asked DeWitt who was sitting next to her eating dessert in confusion: "I can understand if Delacour looks at me, because she heard me when I criticized her, but that

What's going on with the men playing Quidditch?"

As a result, the originally sweet and smooth pudding suddenly became a little clogged in the throat, and the small cake exuding the aroma of honey also became disgusting. DeWitt suddenly felt that his interest in eating had disappeared, and he felt an indescribable irritability.

Shrouded in the pure land in his heart, he immediately stopped all movements and looked at Durmstrang's warrior - just as Hermione said, Victor Crewe maintained his usual indifference on his face.

Tom looked at Hermione with an inexplicable look. After noticing DeWitt's gaze, he just pretended not to see it, as if DeWitt was insignificant and could not pose any obstacle.

A little angry, DeWitt noticed the change in his mood, and he still wanted to say something dirty.