The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

After returning to the Gryffindor common room.

"How could there be such a..." Hermione thought for a long time and found the right words to say: "Inexplicable person!"

DeWitt couldn't help but smile.

"You're very proud, aren't you?" Hermione glanced at him and said a little helplessly: "Are you relieved now?"

"I've always felt at ease," DeWitt tried his best to suppress his smile, but he kept his eyebrows and eyes flat, and his small expression still revealed his true emotions from the curvature of the corners of his mouth: "Well...well, I'm very relieved about you."<

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Hermione shook her head and said nothing. She lowered her head and flipped through the book, making a reading plan. Then she put down her pen, raised her head and said, "Let's go, it's time to eat."

When going downstairs, the stairs in Hogwarts were still the same. Hermione tilted her head in boredom, waiting for the stairs to turn, when she suddenly heard DeWitt say: "Why are there so many people?"

She looked down, compared the usual number of people and guessed: "It should be someone from another school who came today, right? It can't be the Quidditch player again, right? But he has come to the auditorium many times, right?

I thought all Hogwarts fans would be used to it..."

Now that the stairs were in place, Hermione and DeWitt passed through the corridor of the library and took the widest main staircase to the castle hall. They found that most of the people gathered here were boys. These boys walked slowly and deliberately turned their heads when talking to their companions.

In the same direction, they would deliberately amplify their voices when chatting at the same time, as if they wanted to show off inadvertently... It reminded DeWitt of the fat white peacock in Malfoy Manor.

"Something's not quite right," Hermione thought, and a lot of curiosity arose in her heart. She quickened her pace slightly and said, "It seems like something else..."

Both DeWitt and Hermione saw it.

A particularly beautifully dressed girl stood in the center of the crowd, combing her feathers like a maverick swan, not caring about the gazes of the opposite sex around her. Her long silver hair was the smooth and shiny feathers of a swan, and the silky light

The blue robe is the curved and slender neck of the swan, the moving eyes reflect the charming look, the pink lips are slightly opened and closed, and the slightly exposed white teeth are full of curious light.

Looking at such a charming witch, DeWitt looked at Hermione who was wearing two layers of thick clothes under the black wizard robe. In contrast, he couldn't help but sigh: "Hogwarts is still too warm.

Okay, this woman - isn't she cold?"

In fact, it is not cold indoors, especially in the auditorium. The heat of the food and the boiling voices not only warm people's hearts, but also raise the temperature. This is especially felt by the students of Hogwarts, and Beauxbatons' Fleur...

Delacour didn't think so, she just felt a little tired of waiting.

When DeWitt and Hermione avoided the slow walkers and arrived at the door of the auditorium, the Beauxbatons warrior immediately changed his posture and took elegant and leisurely steps. Under the eyes of those who gathered around to admire the beauty,

Stopped them both.

"DeWitt Wald," Fleur stared at DeWitt closely, like a queen rewarding her subordinates, deliberately excluding Hermione from her peripheral vision, emphatically showing her complete disregard for Hermione, and

Hermione felt the grievance of being slighted but unable to vent, and said arrogantly but politely: "Can I have a chance to invite you to be my dance partner?"

This time, Hermione experienced all the feelings that DeWitt had experienced, and Hermione also thought about all the things that DeWitt had thought about. At this moment, they reached the same high level of mutual understanding, and they understood each other in similar situations.

They had sufficient understanding of each other's feelings. So Hermione made the same choice as DeWitt. She had no expression on her face. She also didn't look at Fleur Delacour. She focused on DeWitt and said nothing.

, and even moved a little further to the side.

DeWitt looked at Hermione innocently, but received no response from his eyes. He saw the admiring and envious eyes of the students who were watching, the open mouths of Harry and Ron, and even the twins who came together to see their beautiful sister.

Thinking of this, a certain emotion burst out and swelled in DeWitt's body, spreading evenly from the internal organs, like fermented dough, inflating his muscles and skin in fantasy... and then flying up like a balloon.

The sky fell to the sky, his whole body was light and fluttering, and the feeling that came with it was unprecedented relaxation. This was not only vanity, DeWitt soon realized that there was also magic at work. He quickly realized that he had been affected by some magical power.

Temptation, fortunately, this temptation was not strong enough for him, and it did not have any impact on the decisions he made and the words he said next. He responded smoothly, calmly, and politely: "Sorry, thank you for the invitation.

, but I already have a dance partner."

Fleur raised her eyebrows and finally glanced at Hermione at this moment - this action was very subtle and brief. Only Hermione was sure that Fleur really looked at her, and only Hermione was the first to understand that Fleur's invitation to DeWitt was not

I came because DeWitt is so charming.

"Who is that?" Beauxbatons' warrior asked simply and decisively, with a bit of coercion in his words.

DeWitt was still patient at this time, and he calmly said the obvious answer, even though he thought it was nonsense: "Of course it is our Hogwarts warrior Hermione."

"Oh?" Fleur scanned Hermione with a deliberate look at this time, as if she had just noticed that there was a person of the same sex next to DeWitt, focusing her eyes on Hermione's ordinary clothes and the fact that she had never dressed up carefully.

With an overturned face and the iconic light brown curly hair that looked like it was exploding, but was actually patiently combed, he raised the corners of his mouth with disdain, uttered a hissing rhetorical syllable in a self-consciously superior posture, and then educated

Said: "When you face an invitation from a dance partner who is obviously better than you, it is natural and understandable to regret the invitation you accepted before. Even if you suffer some criticism, it is nothing compared to dancing with me. Do you think

What?"

"Oh--" Dewitt drawled, and he asked pretending to be confused: "Excuse me, do you mean you are better than Hermione?"

Fleur said arrogantly: "Obviously."

DeWitt finally lost his patience and said simply: "Obviously I don't think so, I think... you are farting."

After saying that, he took Hermione's wrist, as if nothing happened just now, walked into the auditorium at the usual pace, sat at the Gryffindor table, and started eating. As for the comments behind him and Fleur's disbelief

All the embarrassment was left behind.

"How is it?" After sitting down, DeWitt pushed his shoulder to Hermione next to him and said, "Are you satisfied?"

Hermione was trying to make a serious expression, but just like DeWitt couldn't help it, her smile also overflowed from her eyebrows.

Seeing that Hermione didn't say anything, DeWitt added, "It seems like I'm quite popular."

After hearing this, Hermione thought about it again and again, but without exposing DeWitt's fantasy, she decided to keep the secret that Fleur had taken revenge on her for talking about her behind her back and planned to retaliate by snatching her dance partner.
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