The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"They left." DeWitt said to Hermione: "What about us? Or go to the library?"

Hermione raised her head, with a shy blush still on her cheeks. She said in a low voice: "Return the books first. The project will be suspended for one day today. I want to take a vacation and go...see the snow? And then I have to prepare for the banquet in the evening."

Be prepared."

"What preparations? We can still go to the library in the afternoon," DeWitt asked without thinking: "If I don't just change into a dress, how long will it take?"

"What do you know?" Hermione replied fiercely: "Don't ask about the girl's family affairs! I think you are slowly becoming stupid... Look at how you look every day now, and when you first entered Hogwarts.

Is it... cold?"

"Strictly speaking," DeWitt pointed out: "This is your problem, if it's not you..." He changed his words and said bluntly: "I have read in a book that falling in love makes people stupid.

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"It's love that makes people blind!" Hermione thought of her recent study status and was unwilling to accept the fact that she had become "stupid" along with it. She corrected forcefully: "It's blind!"

"Woman!" Crookshanks emerged from nowhere, swung his tail and jumped onto the sofa. He suggested to DeWitt in an unpredictable manner: "At this time, you should taste the mistress's lips.

, see if it is soft or hard."

DeWitt glared at Crookshanks. This cat...probably didn't understand his position. He talked about Gonghuo every day and made vulgar jokes again and again. DeWitt thought that the conflict should be transferred now, so he was stiff.

He changed the subject: "Where are the books I borrowed last time? Let's go return them?"

The masters hugged the books and left the lounge. Crookshanks shook his head like a human, and sighed: "Man." He thought that animals like him didn't have any messy thoughts when it came to courtship.

Just follow your instinct, go up if it works, and find the next one if it doesn't work. Then, with your tail raised high, you walk towards the fireplace, find a warm spot on the blanket and lie down.

At this time, the cold wind was still howling in the campus, but the clouds in the sky were dispersing, and the faint morning light could be seen on the horizon, indicating that the sky would be clear, the snow would melt, and the temperature would be lower. Wait until Hermione and DeWitt leave the library

, I was about to go for a walk on campus after breakfast, but after breakfast, I saw snowflakes falling outside through the window next to the closed castle door. The new snow continued to fall until noon, and the sun finally let go.

Under the light.

"Let's go," DeWitt stood up, and the sofa under him slowly recovered. He said, "Go and see the snow. Many people have already gone down to have a snowball fight."

"No," Hermione said, "It's getting late, and I have to prepare for the banquet in the evening."

DeWitt asked in confusion: "I misremembered the time of the party? Isn't it - eight o'clock?"

"I remember telling you that it will take me a little longer, right?" Hermione pointed to DeWitt and looked at the ratio of men to women in the common room. It was easy to see - there were very few people, and there were almost no girls.

Yes, I am also taking the stairs back to the second floor.

"Then what should I do?" DeWitt asked subconsciously, as he was gradually giving up thinking in some aspects.

Hermione immediately looked at him with the expression of a frustrated child, and said angrily: "You can study, you can do homework, you can go out to play - am I your mother? Everything must be arranged for you.

”

DeWitt had a strange impulse in his heart. He thought of Ms. Feier - that was a fake mother, but where was the biological mother in this body of his? The memory had long since faded. In DeWitt's eyes, the mother was not

What a sacred and inviolable word... So he really wanted to shout "Mom" to Hermione just now. This must be interesting. He didn't know how Hermione would react... But it was extremely weird, so

He swallowed the sudden large amount of saliva secreted in his mouth, suppressed his sudden thoughts, and said, "Ahem! I'll be back around the same time... or shall we meet in the common room?"

"Okay." Hermione nodded in agreement and walked quickly to the second floor. She was afraid that she would not have enough time and would delay her progress, so she had to make up for the time she spent talking by increasing her speed.

DeWitt got up and left the Gryffindor common room. He went downstairs and came to the campus. The ground that was originally covered with a thick layer of snow had been trampled by students having snowball fights, leaving many black footprints. He walked close to the wall.

After a few steps, there was a sound of wind in his ears. DeWitt tilted his head to avoid the snowballs thrown by the twins. He tried to intimidate the twins with warning eyes because he did not want his clothes to get wet from the snowflakes, but George and

Fred was not afraid at all. They waved to DeWitt and shouted: "Come on! Let's have a snowball fight!"

DeWitt waved his hand from a distance and refused again. The twins scratched their heads and stopped entangled. When they were discussing in a low voice, they were caught by Harry and Ron's sneak attack, so they immediately threw themselves into the heat.

In the "war", give the "enemy" a head-on blow.

DeWitt continued to walk alone. He took advantage of the current opportunity to start thinking, guessing what might happen next, and thinking about what kind of preparations he had to make. After getting the answer he deserved, DeWitt walked towards the ban

Lin's direction, he thought of Hagrid - although he often went to the workbench in the hut, his serious communication with Hagrid was much less - go and have a look, DeWitt thought.

Now Hagrid's appearance has changed. This fat little giant is sitting on a dragged out stool, his body huddled in a dress that is wrinkled in some places and about to burst in other places. There is also a dress in front of him.

He held a small mirror and brushed his hair with an iron brush in front of the mirror. The wire-like hair could not be smoothed. Hagrid tried his best to keep the hair close to his scalp, then pulled it back hard, and finally tied it into a braid -

—It can be seen that Hagrid is very familiar with this set of movements. He has done it many times recently without making a single mistake.

"Hagrid!" DeWitt shouted first without approaching.

Hagrid did not turn his head, but tried his best to roll his eyes. His thick arms stretched out to the back of his head, and a rubber band was wrapped around his fingers that was constantly deforming. He yelled with great effort: "DeWitt! Why are you alone today?"

"Hermione is preparing for the Yule Ball," DeWitt came to Hagrid. He nodded to the tooth at Hagrid's feet to say hello, then waved to Hagrid and asked: "Want to help?"<

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Hagrid loosened the rubber band, which tightened the hair on the back of his head with a snap. He stood up from the chair, his arms drooped naturally, and asked DeWitt with a smile on his face: "No! Look at this - I am

How about dressing up?"

DeWitt said euphemistically: "I don't have any unique aesthetics, I can't see anything. But your clothes... don't fit well?"

"That's it," Hagrid shaved, but his voice was still as dull as through his thick beard: "I ordered it a few years ago, and the person who made my clothes said that the dress should be tight."

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DeWitt didn't know what to say, so he fell silent.

Hagrid slapped his head. He carefully lifted the chair and led DeWitt towards the hut. As he walked, he said: "Look, I forgot to invite you into the house this time. Come and have some tea... I won't invite you."

It’s time to eat, after all there is a banquet tonight.”

DeWitt responded and began to stroke the hair on the back of Tooth's neck. He stared at a tree outside the window, looking at the snow bending the treetops. Hagrid twisted his body back and forth in the chair, looking at it many times.

DeWitt.

"There's something wrong with you." DeWitt said.

Hagrid lowered his head, and the air exhaled from his lungs began to become heavier. He hesitated and said: "Um...it's nothing..."

DeWitt paused for a long enough time, then suddenly asked: "Who is your dance partner?"

"Mrs. Maxim..." Hagrid replied subconsciously. He suddenly raised his head and looked at DeWitt with shocked eyes.

"You're so understanding," DeWitt said, ignoring Hagrid's emotions: "You guys look... very similar."

"Did you see it?" Hagrid became frustrated and murmured: "I knew...you and Hermione are the smartest...Hermione also likes to show off her intelligence...and now she is following suit.

You're trying to hide it... Do you... have any ideas?"

DeWitt's expression seemed to be distracted, and he replied calmly: "What do I see? I see that you are an honest and good person? What can I think? I have always thought that we can be considered friends. Could it be that we are friends?"

You don’t think so?”

Hagrid became confused again. He felt that DeWitt's thoughts that he had just seen clearly became hazy and inaccessible again, but DeWitt's words gave him inspiration. After thinking about it briefly, Hagrid nodded happily.

He said loudly: "Of course we are friends!" It didn't matter whether his friend could understand his thoughts, because Hagrid himself often couldn't understand Dumbledore's thoughts and actions, but this did not affect him from treating Dumbledore as a human being.

Friends watch.

"That's right," DeWitt said with a calm and soothing tone: "You have given me kindness, and I will respond."

Hagrid was stunned and blew his nose movedly. The loud noise shook the glass of the window. He looked back and said in a rough voice: "Then I...just...just said it."

"Listen."

"I feel that I am a perfect match for Madame Maxime," Hagrid said wistfully in a dreamy tone: "I feel that she also has the same idea. I feel that she and I are like...or rather, have the opportunity to develop."

To the extent that you are the same as Hermione."

DeWitt moved his shoulders unnaturally, and then felt that his unnaturalness showed that he was ignorant and unsteady, so he patted the clothes on his shoulders, as if there was dust on them.

"You must have experience," Hagrid said suddenly and firmly: "I have actually been thinking about it for a long time and want to ask you - what should I do?"

"Ask me?" DeWitt began to recall, trying to sum up some experiences, but he couldn't figure out how he and Hermione developed to this point. After thinking about it, he said, "Who else have you asked?"
"There is no one else," Hagrid said: "The only people I am familiar with in Hogwarts now are Dumbledore, Harry and Ron. Even counting the twins who often come to the Forbidden Forest for adventure... they are all

No... relevant experience."

At this time, DeWitt felt a slight sense of superiority in his heart, as if he was standing in a higher position than most people. He said: "But my experience with Hermione... I feel that it does not apply to you. First of all,

, we have known each other... for many years."

Hagrid said sadly: "And I just met Mrs. Maxim."

"Secondly, Hermione and I have helped each other a lot..." Fragments of memories flashed through DeWitt's mind, and he added: "A lot, far more than you think."

"But we don't have this experience." Hagrid became disappointed, and he asked with implicit expectation: "Wait, I took good care of Beauxbatons's magic horse... does this count?"

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"Doesn't it count?" DeWitt didn't care. He finished quickly and continued talking about his own affairs: "In the end, between the two of us...Hermione was the first to realize that the...feeling between us - maybe in

Something changed at some point - she was the first..."

"Confession?" Hagrid followed his intuition and grasped the words DeWitt was embarrassed to say with unusual accuracy.

"Ah..." DeWitt didn't realize that the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said softly: "That's about it."

"And we..." Hagrid sniffed, his eyebrows drooped, and he said aggrievedly: "Nothing!"

"That's not true!" DeWitt didn't want Hagrid to cry, so he racked his brains and comforted him: "Love at first sight! You and Mrs. Maxim can fall in love at first sight! You... fell in love from the first moment you laid eyes on each other!

I just want to say this..."

"I just want to express how sweet the love between you and Hermione is!" Hagrid roared: "How enviable! I am really envious!"

"...I just want to say that my experience is not worth referencing!" DeWitt no longer had the calmness of the past. He had to bite the bullet and finish the sentence: "I don't understand this kind of thing! I said He He

Min’s story is just to prove this point..."

"But it's too detailed!" Hagrid covered his face and continued to roar. The more he roared, the more sadness he felt pouring out from the bottom of his heart. Then he allowed the sadness to drown his reason: "The more I listened, the more desperate... the more I listened, the more I felt...

No chance... I will be alone for the rest of my life... I can't find a partner... Madame Maxime... My Madame Maxime..."

DeWitt heard Hagrid's sobbing, and he tried many times to comfort him, but Hagrid kept howling and couldn't hear anything. In the end, he could only say: "Then I'm leaving! I'm leaving! Hagrid

Grid!"

"Let's go!" Hagrid stumbled to his feet, refusing to admit defeat and cheering for himself: "I want to look in the mirror again..."

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