The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Thinking about Hagrid in his mind, DeWitt felt a little guilty. He thought that he was half responsible for Hagrid's problems. Even when he returned to the dormitory and started to change into the black ceremonial robe that Ms. Feier bought,

, was also thinking about Hagrid's love with a sullen face. Similarly, Hagrid's words also gave Dewitt some ideas. He stopped and was about to leave just after changing clothes, and looked at the room beside the bed where he still had plenty of time.

I found a mirror and looked at my appearance in the mirror.

The man in the mirror has thick black hair, the same color as his eyebrows and eyes. His skin is not too white. His facial contours are clear. His lips are healthy and rosy, not dry at all. His face is flawless. The man in the mirror then opens his mouth and looks.

Looking at the strong and clean teeth, there was no foreign matter or odor in the mouth. DeWitt began to confirm his eyes in the mirror...a little guilty, it was because of Hagrid; mostly calm, which was due to personality factors; and

Expectation definitely originated from Hermione...

DeWitt grabbed his hair and carefully looked at his barely handsome facial features. His expression switched between gloomy, fierce, and smiling. At the same time, he kept adjusting the shape of his hair. After thinking about it again and again, he finally decided not to make any expression at all.

, at most... comb your hair. The prom is a formal occasion, and long hair is not suitable for leaving it casually, but Dewitt doesn't know how to take care of it in complicated ways. He tried to comb his hair back to reveal his full forehead.

Trying to evaluate his appearance at this moment from an objective and fair perspective - not bad, he thought to himself - it seems that he looks a little taller.

Then DeWitt looked down, and he saw his broad shoulders. As his eyes moved, he felt the presence of every muscle on his body that was not noticed. He tried to move his shoulders and stretch his arms, but these actions failed.

When he reached the maximum point, he was stopped by his clothes. The tight ceremonial robe gave him the illusion that the seams would open at any time.

This kind of dress is definitely not suitable for combat. Such an inappropriate thought first flashed through DeWitt's mind. Then he straightened his collar and walked out of the dormitory. Then he met Fred and George in the common room.

When Harry and Ron arrived...most of the people in the common room at the moment were boys waiting for their female companions. They exchanged opinions and reached an agreement on how slowly the female companions moved. DeWitt did not go.

Talking to friends, he found a position with a good angle, always paying attention to the stairs coming down from the second floor, crossed his arms and began to wait patiently.

It was only thirty minutes before the dance started that some fast-moving girls had already brought their dance partners to the auditorium. DeWitt and others held on to the handrail of the stairs - one step at a time - and walked down slowly and gracefully.

Tonight, every girl is beautiful, every boy is handsome, but in everyone's heart, there is an objective and subjective ranking, especially for people in love. They are just two things in DeWitt's heart.

He reached an agreement on the candidate who ranked first. He also thought that many people would also think so in their hearts, so he looked around at the people who were staring blankly, trying to distinguish whether there was any undue covetousness in these people's eyes. He

The subconscious thought was like a ferocious beast, always thinking about defending. It was not until the next moment that I noticed a little strangeness in my heart, and then I questioned my previous thoughts. Did I admit the wrong person?

DeWitt once again looked at the girl coming down the stairs - first of all, the girl's hair was smooth and smooth, slightly reflective like wax, and swayed like waves with the girl's steps. This was the same as the girl's hair.

Hermione is different. The second thing is her face - this girl's face seems to be powdered, but she doesn't seem to have any. Her eyelashes are all curved, and there are sweet waves in her brown eyes, and she seems to be looking for something, and then

These eyes collided with DeWitt's, and a touching smile bloomed from the moist red lips...

This look belonged to Hermione, DeWitt was 100% convinced, but when Hermione dressed up seriously, she was so beautiful that no one could recognize her. The color of her dark blue skirt was like the sky approaching night. When the hem of her dark blue skirt swung, Hermione's feet were light.

Her steps seemed to give her the ability to flash like an elf, and she suddenly turned to DeWitt, blinked her moist eyes, gently lifted her skirt, and bent her knees towards DeWitt.

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DeWitt saw the black high-heeled dance shoes on Hermione's feet and the fleeting black stockings on her calves. He felt that Hermione's past appearance and current appearance were constantly flashing and overlapping in his mind, like blinding lights.

The shock-like dizziness caused by it made him lost in the lake, and his spirit left the body. After a long wandering, the soul returned again, controlled his body, bowed to Hermione in return, and then

Stiffly and weakly said: "You...you are...Hermione?"

Hermione giggled, she loosened the hem of her skirt, straightened her legs, tilted her head slightly, and whispered: "Hey, dear DeWitt, are you stupid? Have I really changed so much?"

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There was more than one person who could not recognize Hermione. If the others present had not seen Hermione coming to DeWitt, they knew that DeWitt was a boy "bound" to Hermione, and thus confirmed Hermione's identity.

Identity, there may be some presumptuous character who comes forward to issue an invitation regardless of the current partner's face and the almost impossible unfolding - Hermione has such charm at this moment, making people want to try the slim possibility.

"Let's go," DeWitt asked Hermione to take his arm. He calmed down and said, "It's time."

On the way downstairs to the Great Hall, DeWitt asked Hermione: "How... did you do that?"

"You mean makeup?" Hermione replied with a smile: "Oh, Alice helped a lot, and in order to teach you how to dance, she would always take the time to teach me how to dance first. While she was still alive and her parents were still alive,

When she was young, she received an aristocratic education..."

"What about her?" DeWitt asked casually.

"Let's go to the auditorium to join in the fun first," Hermione told DeWitt what she knew: "The ghosts who are still in Hogwarts will also attend. It's already troublesome for her to come to the dormitory to help me... She tried hard to avoid it.

My identity as a ghost brings me trouble...but my troubles don't care about this..."

"Whether others admit it or not," DeWitt and the two came to the door of the auditorium. At eight o'clock, the door of the auditorium slowly opened, and when he entered with the other Gryffindor students, he took advantage of the opportunity.

The voice did not become noisy and he sighed: "Everyone who sees you tonight will have a new impression of you."

No one stipulates that everyone can only have one face. Hermione calmly faced every doubt and surprise, disbelief or unwillingness to accept the look. She followed Alice's teachings to her, with an elegant posture and a nonchalant attitude.

With his status as a warrior, he followed Professor McGonagall's guidance and waited until everyone else was seated before walking into the auditorium with DeWitt.

This is an experience she has never had before, Hermione thought to herself, but she is very calm, so there will definitely be no problems in this state.

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