The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Hermione imitated DeWitt's movements and swayed. Even the posture and direction were the same, and there were only some deviations in the angle that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.

"Very good," DeWitt nodded expectantly and praised, "Not bad."

But it's useless, the movements are useless, and that little deviation is by no means the key to the problem. In short, the origin of Qi is stumbling around in the bottle, collapsing against walls everywhere, being blocked by the bottle wall and then condensing, but it has not turned into Dewei.

The "potion" I really want.

When there was no change at all, Hermione thought it was her fault, because she could clearly see DeWitt's production process. But when the time without any effect became longer, she had already glanced at DeWitt several times.

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"I said..." Hermione finally couldn't help but said: "Did you use some magic and didn't tell me?"

Counting Hagrid as two living examples, DeWitt did not answer, but thought to himself, Hagrid is not good, and Hermione is not good. If conditions permit, he would like to catch Dumbledore and try, but there are only two samples.

That's enough. When Hagrid failed, he felt that the success or failure of these processes was only related to whether the producer was himself.

"There is no magic." DeWitt simply rolled up his sleeves, raised his hand to let Hermione see his whole body, put the wand aside, and took out another set of materials. Just as he was about to start, Hermione suddenly saw his wand.

I heard the sound of metal hitting the tabletop of the workbench.

"Hey? Why is your wand so weird?"

"Did you realize it after more than a day of class? Anyway - you look first," DeWitt motioned to Hermione to look at the potion making first. He replaced the source of air with the source of fire and repeated the previous steps.

Create a bottle of fiery red potion, then drink it, exhale and say: "Here, cast a spell on me - petrification, or stun, or mental control or other spells...I mean, magic."

Hermione moved her fingers unnaturally and said a little awkwardly: "I...don't know what you said...those..."

"Can't you?" DeWitt said smoothly. He quickly realized that what he said was a bit inappropriate, and quickly made a bottle of such a potion. He handed it to Hermione and said: "Here, then

Do you drink?"

Hermione has never seen such a potion. In her understanding, potions should be made from complicated herbs or biological tissues, which can only be made through complicated brewing techniques. Like DeWitt, a light

The ball swayed into liquid... You shouldn't eat or drink things from strangers, but DeWitt was a friend after all - Hermione thought, he wouldn't lie to herself, and after a moment's hesitation, she drank it.

There was no touch of liquid, just a ball of hot air, or Hermione felt that she might have sipped a ball of fire. The feeling in her throat was between air and liquid, and then spread to the whole body. She didn't know what happened.

But Hermione felt that her thinking and intuition were becoming more sensitive, and her body senses were getting sharper.

DeWitt picked up his wand and said: "Are you ready? I'm going to cast a spell on you."

Hermione's mind was running rapidly. She could now control her thoughts, and could detect the origin and logical transformation of every thought. From her first meeting with DeWitt to every word spoken between the two people these days.

Gradually it became clear, based on her concepts and nature, she guessed DeWitt's intentions, and finally she said calmly: "Okay, I believe you - I feel very...good now."

DeWitt's wand lit up with an earthy yellow light, which shone in the crystal embedded in the wand. He silently touched Hermione with the tip of the wand, and the light flowed quickly, and then DeWitt quickly

Removing the wand, he asked: "How do you feel?"

Looking curiously at DeWitt's fading wand, Hermione accurately described her feelings: "After drinking that bottle of potion, I felt clear-headed and warm all over. After you used the magic, I could feel something abnormal."

, but the abnormality is blocked by the warmth brought by the potion. Will your magic only take effect when the potion expires? Also, what kind of magic is that?"

The wand once again lit up with an khaki light. DeWitt swung it and accurately hit a beetle on the ground. This poor, unknown beetle started with a shiny black carapace and gradually became stained with dirt.

The yellow light quickly turned into a "lifelike" stone.

"Petrification," DeWitt said: "When the effect is strong enough, it turns flesh and blood into stone from the inside out."

"More than that," he continued: "This bottle of medicine... the magic medicine can also make you immune to negative mental states. I call it 'Strong Will Potion'."

"The name...well," Hermione narrowed her eyes subtly and said, "It's still the same - strange. What about your wand?"

"I made it myself."

"You made it yourself?!" Hermione widened her eyes again and said in surprise: "But as far as I know, only the Ollivander family in the UK can make good wands. After a long time, other wand merchants can't sit still.

After that, almost no one will buy a wand made by another manufacturer..."

"I didn't buy it." DeWitt raised the wand like a salesman for Hermione to inspect, but refused to touch it: "It has many characteristics. If you want to explain it in detail, you have to repeat a large section of the previous content.

Let me tell you the best thing you can feel - loyalty."

"What do you mean?"

"You just can't use my wand without permission."

Hermione didn't quite believe it.

"Look, I put the wand here." DeWitt was really reluctant to let go. He really didn't want others to touch his precious wand. It was something he never left without, even when he went to take a shower.

Letting Hermione experience it means that he can only talk big words. In addition, he brought Hermione here today and said he was "doing an experiment", but she got nothing - he just took care of her, and DeWitt found it for himself.

Excuses, and the emotions of comforting and comforting the little girl.

As if he accidentally lost his wand, DeWitt placed the wand on the workbench again, turned his back, but still tilted his head, stared at the wand with his peripheral vision and said, "Okay, someone should take it quietly now."

Take my wand because she thinks it's very powerful."

"Oh," Hermione was amused. She covered her mouth, bent her eyes and said with a smile, "I don't think this wand is very powerful."

DeWitt became more and more reluctant to let go. He wanted to pluck out his eyeballs and put them on the back of his head so he could see his wand. Fortunately, Hermione noticed DeWitt's cherishment, so she was very careful when handling it.

"It's not made of wood?" Hermione asked.

"Special metal." DeWitt said.

"Then these scale-like textures..."

"It's dragon scale."

Hermione didn't understand, but she thought it was very powerful, and her attitude toward the wand became more and more cautious. She coughed solemnly, got used to the weight of the wand, and prepared to use the spell she learned in Charms class. That's it.

Concentrating on it, she read clearly: "Fluorescence flashes!"