The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Walking out of Jonathan's house, Anna was nowhere to be seen.

Hermione asked worriedly: "Are we really leaving?"

"Go away," DeWitt said, "and then come back."

Hermione asked again: "Where is Anna? I'm very worried, will something happen to her?"

DeWitt said: "She should be protected."

Ciri couldn't help but interjected: "Don't you think there is a big problem here?"

"It's big, of course it's big," DeWitt replied calmly, "but because the problem is big, you have to see and think about the facts yourself. The only thing that is certain now is that Jonathan is not a good person."

"I saw what he was thinking," Hermione continued, "He wanted to get rid of us. He was very irritable. After knowing that we were from Hogwarts, he cursed us countless times in his heart, but he could do it

So as not to generate any unnecessary thoughts..."

"He has been trained," Ms. Fierre said. "Although he is a Muggle, he has managed to control his thoughts. If he cannot completely control his mind, Legilimency will not have much effect, but

What we can know is...Jonathan definitely knows a lot about the magical world."

"Oh, yes," Hermione suddenly realized, "there are too few wizards willing to learn Legilimency, and this magic is too unpopular... But even so, Jonathan can still guard against us, does he still have to be wary of others?

Wizard? Is... a beekeeper?"

"I still want to know if the Ministry of Magic can take care of this." Hermione shook her head, trying to get rid of all the problems in her mind. "I also want to know if the distance from this street to Diagon Alley is real.

Insurmountable, and that Talvi..."

"It's not that troublesome to find someone to ask about things," DeWitt said mysteriously, "Sometimes, animals are more useful than people."

They pretended to have left Bonfire Street, letting Jonathan, who watched them disappear from the second floor, breathe a sigh of relief, but not long after that, the four people reappeared at the dead end in front of Knockturn Alley. The place remained unchanged.

Instead of sewage flowing across the ground, garbage everywhere, and rats coming out of their holes - the rats that once helped DeWitt with Ms. Feier's problem are now so old that they are about to die.

"I finally waited until you came again," the big rat with sparse and mottled hair no longer had the cleverness it had a few years ago, and its squeaking voice was not loud and quick enough. It said intermittently, "Chat with a human...

Such an experience...such an experience...well...I don't know how to describe it, but I would like to do it again, or several times..."

"You could have let your descendants come," DeWitt said. "You should be incarcerated now, if you want to follow us around..."

"I have an adventurous spirit!" the mouse said as cheerfully as he could. "A true adventurer can also face death with grace and grace!"

This is not a thought that a rat in the gutter can have, nor is it a word that a rat can say. DeWitt can only attribute this to one thing - rats in the magical world are different.

"Come on," he used a few cleaning spells on the mouse, and then said, "Stand on my shoulders, you come to contact me, collect information for me, convey my will..."

"There is also a name," the mouse crawled along DeWitt's clothes and onto his shoulders. It shook its beard that was no longer flexible and said, "Please think of a name for me."

First of all, Shuke and Beta were excluded. DeWitt thought for a moment and said, "Then call him Tom."

"Are you naming a mouse? But it's obviously the name of a cat," Hermione said, looking at the mouse with a bit of disgust, but suddenly she had a sudden thought, "I'll change Crookshanks' name to Jerry later."

As for the name, Crookshanks may not like Jerry, but DeWitt's mouse likes Tom very much. Along the way, Tom was talking about the division of territory among mice - with Diagon Alley and

Take the Wizarding Commercial Street combined with Knockturn Alley as an example. As long as you don't run in front of the wizard to get bad luck, you can find exquisite and hearty leftovers in the garbage dump at night when no one is around. So Diagon Alley belongs to smart mice.

Paradise. Knockturn Alley comes second. The quality of the food in the garbage dump here is obviously inferior to that of Diagon Alley. The dark wizard's mood is also unstable. If it is not hidden well, the entire mouse hole may be exploded by the dark wizard.

But the worst thing is still deep in Knockturn Alley, in Talvi's territory, the rats not only have to collect all kinds of scarce food, but also avoid human predation.

"So," DeWitt said, "shouldn't your compatriots all be attracted to Diagon Alley? But I have not heard any news about the rat infestation in Diagon Alley."

"Because usually you are where you are born," Tom said slowly. "The rats in Diagon Alley won't let the rats in Knockturn Alley pass, and the rats in Knockturn Alley won't let the rats from the edge come over."

, of course it is not absolute, because there will always be particularly powerful guys who can break the restrictions of this area, but it is of no use. The rats in Diagon Alley will always laugh at the rats in Knockturn Alley for their poor food, and the rats in Knockturn Alley will always laugh at them.

The mice on the edge don’t get to eat.”

"Where we are going is the edge you said," DeWitt said, "Are you sure you can speak there?"

"I'm a noble Knockturn Alley kind," Tom said arrogantly, "The stinky marginal kind... well, in fact, there are powerful characters among the marginal kind, and some don't care about territorial divisions. But, just because there are so many mice,

There are many kinds, so there will be people who come to please me after smelling the smell of my Knockturn Alley..."

"What's the use of pleasing you? Can you still take the rat to Knockturn Alley?"

"I can now, now I am old enough and qualified," Tom said proudly, "But I have been here before, and there are always people who please me..." Then it said happily, "Oh, it's quite fun to watch.

Yes, I really like to see those rats racking their brains to find ways to please me because of my words and looks, but I will not lead them into Knockturn Alley, because it is just for fun, who would take it seriously?

”

"Okay," DeWitt sighed, "it's your preference after all."

After ignoring other people's conversations, the area called the "edge" included the guests who came again. This time, DeWitt noticed some problems. He asked his companions: "Are we still here?"

In the UK?"

"Where can it be if it's not in England?" Hermione asked.

"I was wondering, is there really just a wall between Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron?" DeWitt said. "The Leaky Cauldron is a definite place, is it Diagon Alley as well? Take the road to Bonfire Street again.

, when I came to such an edge place, I noticed some abnormalities. This place does not belong to the United Kingdom in terms of spatial location, or it cannot be found on the earth - it is like a big trailer pulling an extra car... Now, the wizard

The exploration ends in the area where the environment is optimal, so that Diagon Alley nominally belongs to the United Kingdom, Knockturn Alley is a neutral area of ​​chaos, and edge areas - such as Bonfire Street, are a terra incognita."
"What about the silt area?"

"Who knows what rules the people here are divided according to?" DeWitt just said, "Originally, we could ask the Ministry of Magic to intervene, but now it seems that it may not be possible. So, we have to let Tom go."<

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Tom was caught in DeWitt's hand and put on the ground. Then he got into the hole and visited the rats in the mud area as a tumbler. Soon, Tom got into the complex and spiral rat hole with familiarity.

When we arrived at the first "aboriginal", this aboriginal was a gray young male rat. It avoided Tom's path and Tom ignored him. Going further, Tom encountered a nest of rats in a nest.

A mouse that had just left its parents. There were male and female mice, and they came over immediately. They smelled the smell of Knockturn Alley on Tom's body - they needed this kind of mouse to help them with work - and Tom asked these mice.

The compatriots asked about local news and their opinions on humans, and then Tom got an unclear answer.

So he left and went to the underground passage. Tom met another nest of mice, but this time the mice asked Tom for a reward. Tom could not give the reward at the moment, so it was rejected.

Tom chose to go deeper. This time, he reached a consensus with the mice in the third nest - the mice in this nest did not ask Tom to pay immediately. They expressed that they hoped to have the opportunity to follow up with humans after giving out the news.

Cooperate. Tom agreed. This nest of mice immediately took action. They went to find compatriots who agreed with them and elected a representative. They followed Tom to the ground and talked directly with DeWitt.

"How many do you have?" DeWitt asked the mouse representative.

The rat representative shrank his neck, put his head in the air and said: "As vast as the sea!"

"What do you think?"

"You give your order and we do it."

DeWitt said: "But how can I confirm that what you conveyed is my request?"

"That's something only you short-sighted humans would do," the rat representative said. "When I was selected, I represented the will of the rats. Even if we can communicate now, it doesn't mean that we can communicate with each other.

.Although you humans are smarter than us, we follow our instincts. Our instincts require us to regard the continuation of the race as supreme. Deceiving my compatriots will only bring disadvantages to the continuation of the race. We will not have the consciousness to deceive our compatriots. Everything is instinctive.

Priority."

"Okay," DeWitt said after a moment of silence in response to the rat representative's evaluation of humans, "you work for me, and I give you food."

Hermione could probably guess the content of the conversation between DeWitt and the mouse, and she couldn't help but asked a little worriedly: "If you give food to the mice, will it cause an infestation of mice?"

"It's not that the rats here don't have natural enemies," Ms. Feier answered for DeWitt, "and it's not a long-term permanent supply, and the overall balance won't be broken just like that."

At this time, DeWitt said to the mouse representative: "I need you to pay attention to Jonathan in Bonfire Street and what the people in Bonfire Street are doing every day. I will take you to identify places and people. From now on, maybe

I will also ask you to help find someone to find a certain location, can you do it?"

"Yes," the mouse representative Doudou Huzi, who no longer shrank his head, but confidently promised, "absolutely no problem, because I am the smartest."