The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"Technical error," DeWitt moved his fingers nervously and said, "mixed with some of my memories."

After listening to Hermione's description of the scene, DeWitt gave an explanation: "Elves can obtain part of their memories by eating the body parts of the dead. The skeleton is from the Eternals, and the battle scene you see - it's just a battle.

There’s not much to say. If I have to talk about the specialness... it’s probably that that battle is related to the continuation of the race, the stability of the world, and the choice of human nature... I think I made the right choice at the beginning, and I think so now."
Hermione coughed slightly and asked, "Do you mind telling me?"

"A simple summary of the story is not interesting, but if you expand it, everyone you meet in every experience has something worth discovering. Now is not the most appropriate time." DeWitt doesn't mind being honest.

But he really didn’t know where to start - from Happy Castle or Driftwood Town or Nameless Island? From the Net Source Mentor or the Black Ring Order or the Legend of the Seven Gods?

Hermione said boringly: "Okay, then I'll wait until the right time," she blinked her moist eyes and added: "Anyway - we still have a long time."

After that, Hermione and Alice stayed in the old classroom they often visited. DeWitt went back to the common room. He recalled the time he spent with Nico Flamel in the first grade.

He spent most of his free time writing down the magic and theories used to create A2 at that time. When he took the notebook with these contents to Hermione, Ms. Feier's second letter was also sent.

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That night, DeWitt left Hogwarts alone. He covered his traces with the void, bypassed the defenses of Hogwarts, hid his identity, disappeared from the bed in the dormitory, and reappeared as Hogwarts.

At the entrance of De's Pig's Head Bar. There was only dim light coming through the window in the middle of the night, and there was no one else on the street. Before entering the bar, DeWitt lowered the brim of his hat, stretched his shoulders, rubbed his soles, and took a long stride.

He walked in, walked around, and found Ms. Feier's seat among the many mysteriously dressed guests. He quietly and quickly pulled out the chair and said in a hoarse voice: "Witch, I saw it when I came here.

An owl hovers overhead."

Ms. Feier actually felt a little embarrassed. She didn't know how DeWitt came up with this... code word. Fortunately, she was obedient enough and immediately said in an unnaturally high-pitched voice: "That's because the owl is scratching."

Rat."

DeWitt grabbed the cup on the table, drank the liquid in it, and said after the cold touch covered his entire lungs from top to bottom: "Let's go."

As the owner of the bar watched this mysterious new guest take away the old guest who had just arrived not long ago, he understood that there was another sneaky wizard who used this place as a meeting place, but he was already used to it. As long as he didn't owe the drink money

, he just ignored it. After leaving the bar, DeWitt returned to his original voice. He and Ms. Feier walked into the shadows together and asked: "Does anyone know you came out?"

"No one cares about me, a frost-dwelling widow, and I'm sleeping now." Ms. Feier said, unfolding the parchment in her hand, and she read the content on it: "The first wizard, responsible for the three

For the venue of the strong competition, to put it simply, he is a small leader. He has people responsible for the specific construction under him, and there are more senior officials above his head..."

"Joe, I remember this guy's name," DeWitt said, "you wrote it in the letter."

"Living alone," Ms. Feier said: "Unmarried, thirty-five years old, considered a pure blood, but one of his parents is a mixed-blood and the other is a Muggle. The Muggle-born father is dead."

DeWitt remembered not only the name of the target, but also the description of the wizard in the letter - he longed for his pure-blood identity to be recognized, and wanted to have status and gold Galleons like the Twenty-Eight Saints... But it didn't meet the requirements.

Practical delusions can lead to tragedy, and excessively deep obsessions can cause people to lose things that are actually important, so Joe lost his father, but DeWitt was just guessing about these, and he had no intention of digging into just anyone's past.

There was nothing much going on now, so when Ms. Feier took his arm and used phantom transport to bring him to Joe's cabin, without saying a word, DeWitt silenced all the defenses of this single-family cabin and used

The assassin's skill came to Joe's bed, and the mind-controlling magic fell on Joe. Then he opened the door and waved to Ms. Feier.

"This is too simple." DeWitt said easily: "A person, even though he is a wizard, lives in a remote place like a hermit, relying on a few crude spells to protect himself."

"He wanted to imitate those pure-blood nobles and build a manor in the wilderness," Ms. Feier said: "But the financial resources did not support him to build a big house, and he felt that living with Muggles was not worthy of his status."
"Disgusting discrimination, the Black family's house is next to ordinary people... Now let me ask a question," DeWitt curled his lips contemptuously: "You go search for letters and things like that."

Next, Joe obeyed the order. He sat up from the bed and put on his pajamas. In the darkness, DeWitt asked: "To be honest, who instructed you to tamper with the Triwizard Tournament venue?"

This question involved preconceived notions, but Joe answered it smoothly. He squeezed his eyes that turned pink and said: "He is a big shot in the Avery family."

Avery, DeWitt remembered this surname. Hearing this surname at this moment undoubtedly brought him a coincidence that saved him a trip.

Ms. Feier on the side thought that DeWitt did not know the meaning of this surname. As she searched for letters everywhere, she whispered: "One of the pure-blood families, the backbone of the Death Eaters, and you asked me to investigate it."

Yes, the order to bring Hermione to the Ministry of Magic was masterminded by Groen Avery, a member of the Avery family."

DeWitt did not answer immediately. He continued to ask Joe: "Are there any letters to prove it?"

"They were all burned, completely burned, leaving no evidence."

DeWitt glanced at Ms. Feier, and the witch stopped what she was doing and pulled out her wand to restore the changed furnishings to their original state.

"Where are the detailed plans?" DeWitt asked again: "What do you plan to do with the Triwizard Tournament venue?"

"Just putting some decorations in the venue."

"Do you have samples?"

"Everything is put away."

"Describe the appearance."

"Flowers, magic fireworks, transformed flags."

"Do you know the effect?" DeWitt went to see the scene. Of course he could see that the above-mentioned items have magic power, but he couldn't guess the specific effect until it was fully exerted.

"I don't know."

"Then go back to sleep and forget everything that happened tonight." DeWitt cast another forgetting spell and asked Ms. Feier to check it again. After walking out of the house, of course he did not forget to completely repair the original defensive magic.

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Ms. Feier unfolded the parchment and said: "The next goal..."

"The next target is the Avery family's manor," DeWitt interrupted her and said: "There is no need to verify what the minor characters know. Let's start the main event directly."

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