The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

With the mouse representative and Tom leading the way, Hermione and DeWitt soon arrived in front of the wasteland.

There is indeed a magic arranged here - it is easy to break, and only requires a "spell stop", but it must be very difficult to arrange, because the ground is filled with non-standard magic words painted in blood, and is filled with bones and plants.

The totem. Now the blood has dried up, the totem is on the verge of destruction, and the magic text cannot withstand closer inspection. Just a simple glance can find three errors, five redundancies, and two contradictions, but the regularity of the magic text

The height and specifications of the totem are quite neat and serious - even though they are useless.

"It's really the style of this place." Hermione felt uncomfortable just seeing such crude magic. She was a little impulsive like seeing a wrong question and couldn't help correcting it. She lowered her hand holding the wand and said, "This is

What? It’s just a puddle—like Fred’s or George’s homework, even though it’s not in front of me for me to write for them, it’s uncomfortable to look at it, you know?”

"I don't understand." DeWitt looked forward. He waved his hand to further disperse the evil magic lingering in the area, and smelled the pungent smell coming from the thatched house protected by magic.

The roof of the thatched house had a big hole and three small holes long ago. The beams were aged, corroded and bent. As for the walls, only the frame structure was left.

"Any questions?" Hermione asked.

The rat representative had already run over. It slipped into the thatched house and wandered around. After a while, it scurried back and said: "There is a tunnel."

The tunnel is blocked by a thin layer of soil and blackened straw. According to past experience, when you open this pile of dirty things, you will be disturbed by a lot of fast crawling and strange-shaped insects. If you are lucky, you may be able to see scary poisonous things.

However, there is no place like this. Even if you lift the wooden board at the entrance of the cellar and jump down, you will not see the common creatures in the past.

Hermione asked: "Do you want a fluorescent spell?"

DeWitt closed his eyes, enlarged the hole, and then said after a moment: "That's not necessary."

In the darkness, Hermione opened her feline eyes. The mouse representatives and Tom standing on DeWitt's shoulders suddenly shuddered. They turned around a few times uneasily and bit DeWitt's ears: "Here

Is there a cat? There is a cat here!"

"The cat came down with us," DeWitt said, feeling a little funny. "Don't worry, this cat doesn't usually eat mice."

"Then you mean you will eat it under extreme circumstances?" The mouse representative continued to circle around uneasily. It is not old and about to die like Tom. It still has half of its mouse life left to live. When it hears that it is about to die, it becomes dizzy and wants to sell out.

Hei, now he relies entirely on the rationality that ordinary mice don’t have to suppress his instincts.

"Can I run? Can I run?" The rat representative squeaked like a machine gun, "Let me run! Let me run!"

"The mouse is afraid of me?" Hermione guessed the mouse's mood and asked again, "Why don't I use the fluorescent spell?"

"This is... the strange perception of the magic mouse," DeWitt concluded. He used a calming little spell to soothe the mouse's representative emotions, "It's okay now, let's continue walking."

About five meters underground, the passage no longer extends downward, but straight forward. At the end is a rusted iron door. The lock hanging on the door is brand new and has signs of use. There is no magic on the lock.

, it can be opened with just a tap of the wand.

The iron door made a loud noise, and after being pulled to the limit, it got stuck there, shaking off several layers of iron filings.

There is no one behind the door, only a large shiny table and a shiny cabinet that is connected to the wall and blocks all the walls. There are various tools and utensils on it, all of which have signs of use.

.This room is like a cold storage, but there are no slaughtered animals hanging, and it is like a warehouse, but there are no neatly displayed goods.

The air was filled with the pungent smell that DeWitt had just smelled. He felt that this smell affected his mind a bit, and this was definitely not an illusion. The source of the smell was also here.

"Something's not right," DeWitt said sharply. "There's something left here that affects my mood."

Hermione had the same feeling. She said uneasily: "Is it excitement and comfort? Oh, I feel that this kind of happiness is very weak, but it is very problematic..."

DeWitt realized it now and said: "Isn't this just..."

"It still depends on the addictive nature," Hermione said with a stiff expression and tone, changing the topic to the main topic, "This is like a workshop that produces... drugs."

"If Jonathan knows nothing about this place, then I don't believe it. The reason is enough," DeWitt said, "Let's go back now."

Hermione put forward a different view: "But the problem has not been solved and the doubts have not disappeared. I want to check it again so that... I can understand the rules of operation here."

Sometimes the more you understand, the more trouble you will cause yourself. DeWitt knew this, but he did not stop Hermione, because curiosity and kindness are both valuable qualities, and similar qualities do not harm the greater good.

, such as when surviving, he will not hinder the growth of these qualities.

"Then how do you plan to investigate?" DeWitt asked.

"If there is... a drug that is produced here," Hermione said, "then someone must be using it. Ask the mice for me to see if there are any people..."

Representative Mouse led the invisible DeWitt to the dilapidated house. Although the house was dilapidated, it was well disguised, and the way in was blocked by broken furniture and garbage.

"Now only rats can enter inside," said the rat representative. "It's full of weak people. One of the guys took a bite of the flesh of the people inside and was poisoned to death on the spot."

DeWitt raised his wand, and while trying not to damage the appearance of the dilapidated house, he broke through the obstacles so that he could see the darkness inside the house. Then he held Hermione's hand and at the same time moved the two hands on his shoulders.

The mouse was put into the pocket and moved into the house together.

This time Hermione lit her wand, covered her mouth and nose with her sleeves, and squatted down to see the situation of the people in the house.

"How's it going?" DeWitt asked.

"Just as we thought," Hermione said, "drug addiction has caused you to lose your mind and cause serious damage to your body."

"Not only," DeWitt also looked at it. What he saw in his eyes were souls that were undergoing distortion, and said, "There are also souls."

Distortion at the soul level is like cancer on the body. It absorbs the nutrients of the soul but cannot differentiate into useful tissues, causing the soul to overflow into the body. The souls of these ordinary people cannot replenish themselves and cannot strengthen themselves. Some of the overflow must have

Another part is missing. Now their bodies have been poisoned and their souls are becoming cancerous. Perhaps only when they are completely freed from the shackles of their bodies after death can their souls return to their original appearance.

"It's hopeless," DeWitt concluded, "but I still have a hunch - I feel that the purpose of these drugs is not just control."