The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Hermione lowered her head and turned her face sideways, and walked quickly along the corner. When she reached a place with few people, tears streamed down her eyes. After walking for a while, she realized that she had gone the wrong way, and subconsciously walked down the street as before.

As if I had finished class, I arrived at the door of the library.

She stood blankly at the door of the library for a moment, lowered her head again, and wanted to go back to the dormitory, but she remembered the previous quarrel, and her roommate, who was supposed to be the closest to her, did not come out to speak for her. Even DeWitt...

...She thought of DeWitt, and her heart felt sour again.

Hermione knew that DeWitt had no obligation to help her, but she thought that DeWitt would help her. The requirements were not high, just saying a few words, but DeWitt did not, and just remained silent on the side - expression

Serious, very serious, so serious that he thought he had done something wrong? But wasn't all this his idea?

The steps were getting faster and faster, and the things in her mind were getting more and more confusing. Hermione vaguely hoped that even if there was someone - even just one - who was unwilling to speak due to the atmosphere at the time, they could follow her now.

, will she comfort herself later? She thought so, but she didn’t dare to look around, for fear that if she really looked around, her thoughts would become false.

So someone really called her: "Hermione?" She thought it was an auditory hallucination.

She shouted again, knowing that it was not an auditory hallucination, and hoping that it was real, but she insisted on pretending that she didn't hear it.

DeWitt flashed in front of Hermione and blocked the way.

"What?" She said deliberately fiercely, raising her chin and deliberately not looking at DeWitt.

"Let me look at you," DeWitt looked from the top of Hermione's head down to her neck - Hermione was wearing a thin turtleneck sweater under the wizard's robes. His eyes glanced at the tears on her chin, and then said

: "Last night, Hagrid prepared a space for experiments. Do you want to try it?"

"No!" Hermione closed her eyes for a while before opening them.

"You really don't want to go?" DeWitt raised and lowered his eyebrows. He probably smiled and asked, "Then where are you going?"

Going to the library? But she just turned around. Going to the dormitory? Do you sleep in broad daylight now? Then go to the auditorium to eat - Hermione feels uncomfortable just thinking about other students now. She just wants to find a quiet place.

I don’t know what to do – I might cry for a while.

"Let's go, let's go," DeWitt raised his feet without refusal and walked in front, as if he was sure that Hermione would follow. He waved to her with his back and said: "Come on, come on."

Usually DeWitt would not say nice words to persuade others. His good intentions were all based on specific actions. Hermione understood this and finally chose to follow him.

When we arrived at Hagrid's hut, there was no one there. Fang was there. When he saw DeWitt, he wagged his tail familiarly and didn't bother to stand up. When he saw Hermione, a stranger, he didn't bother to scream. He buried his nose under his paws.

Continue to take a nap.

Walking around to the back of the cabin, DeWitt pointed to the workbench under the wooden shed and said, "That's it."

Hermione had quietly wiped her face. Looking at the simple environment around her, she really didn't expect that the "experimental" venue DeWitt said would be a leaky place. Even if it was not good - it would have to have a few walls, right?

"The conditions are limited," DeWitt suddenly realized at this moment that the conditions were indeed ridiculously bad, so he had to clear his throat and explain with a slight embarrassment: "Look, as long as we are careful, we won't be affected too much...

Instead of saying that, it actually has no impact! Absolutely no impact!"

This time, Hermione showed a fleeting smile, as if she had been made happier by DeWitt's forced explanation, but felt that she should be sad, so she hid her smile and asked: "What should I do?"<

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Now the only thing that can be related to "experiments" in Hogwarts is potions, so mentioning runes would seem abrupt, mentioning spell scrolls would seem weird, and tossing arrows like in front of Hagrid would be inappropriate. The best

The choice is——

"Potion," DeWitt said, "let's make the potion."

"Are they the ones we learned in class?"

"No, it was something I accidentally saw...the secret."

Hermione's interest gradually increased, and she asked: "What's recorded in that book?"

"Forgot."

She raised her voice: "Forgot?"

"Just a piece of paper," DeWitt said in a serious manner: "Or a gap in a passage in a book... I can't remember clearly, but it works."

"How do you know it works?"

"I tried."

"But you said you didn't even know you had a wizarding background before enrolling."

"What's wrong?" DeWitt just insisted on rounding up a series of lies and said calmly: "I thought that was my unique skill, so I tried it secretly without telling anyone."

Hermione was doubtful, but that didn't matter. She said, "Okay, then you let me see it."

DeWitt took out the remaining materials from the period when he made the wand before entering school. They were the elements that had been decomposed and preserved. It was not seen that he had any extra operations, and he stuffed a weak ball of Qi into the glass.

In the bottle, he pinched the neck of the bottle with his index finger and thumb and shook it as if he were drinking some expensive wine. The originally amorphous power turned into a blue liquid. Before Hermione could come over to take a closer look, DeWitt

Uncork the bottle and drink it all - of course the elemental source will not really turn into liquid. As soon as it touches DeWitt's mouth, the power flows into his body.

"It's working," DeWitt closed his eyes and sensed it carefully. After opening his eyes, he stretched out his hand and said to Hermione: "Come on, poke me, poke me with your finger."

Hermione hesitated to speak. DeWitt had become an abnormal person in her eyes. Facing a person who might be abnormal, the best choice was to obey, not to mention that there was nothing serious about poking him - so

Hermione clenched her fists, stretched out only her index finger, and touched DeWitt's forearm.

"Huh?" Hermione felt it, but the feeling was so weak that she almost thought it was an illusion, so she poked again, this time with more force.

"I feel..." Hermione tilted her little head, unable to figure it out. She tried her best to think of words to tentatively express her feelings: "...well...the rebound force is a bit strong, is there still static electricity?"
"If you want to hit me, it's not static electricity," DeWitt confirmed Hermione's statement: "This is the potion - the preparation method is very simple, a ball of Qi source, a glass bottle, after taking it

Depending on the purity and strength of the Qi source, it will cause rebound damage when it comes into contact with the skin, and will be electrocuted back."

"Does this potion have a name?"

"Jellyfish Skin," DeWitt said, "I like to call it Jellyfish Skin Potion."

Soon, he took out a ball of preserved Qi Origin and the glass bottle he had just used, put it in front of Hermione and said: "Try it - you are a wizard, focus, pay attention to your own will, and always protect it."

Hold on to the origin of this mass of energy, don’t let it dissipate, then let it enter the bottle, shake it, and that’s it——”