The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"They had a quarrel," Ron whispered excitedly to Harry: "I knew there would be such a day - but I didn't expect that it was Granger who started it."

Harry didn't say anything. He looked at DeWitt scratching his head in confusion and felt a little sympathy in his heart. It must be tiring to get along with the opposite sex. Fortunately, he had Ron. Even a fight with Malfoy was better than being scolded by Granger.

After thinking about it for a moment, Harry thought about the flying lesson again. He still hadn't forgotten the accident that almost happened during the flying lesson. He remembered that he still owed DeWitt an apology - but there was no suitable time. Harry

Min is always with DeWitt. If he goes there, he will definitely be disappointed. He doesn't want to get too close to Hermione, so is now a good opportunity?

Ron continued: "I thought it was DeWitt Wald who couldn't stand the nosy Granger first, but the two of them just separated like that?"

"Don't say that. We don't know the specific story, so we can't make random comments," Harry made up his mind: "So... I want to apologize to him!"

"What?" Ron was shocked: "Why do they care about you when they are having trouble? I said..."

"It's about flying lessons!" Harry emphasized.

"That's not your fault. Why should you apologize?" Ron said plausibly: "If Malfoy hadn't snatched Neville's things..."

"Then I won't be able to join our college's Quidditch team! Do I still have to thank Malfoy?"

Ron was speechless and said angrily: "Well, you are right, it was indeed an accident, and we were a bit wrong."

Looking at DeWitt again, he was eating slowly and was about to leave now. Harry took a few more bites and chased after him.

DeWitt walked steadily, and he noticed that Harry Potter would appear on his way forward, but he did not change his pace, just because he thought that Harry might not see clearly the path he should take next.

As Harry approached, DeWitt finally confirmed Harry's target and stopped himself.

"Harry Potter," DeWitt said slowly, as if savoring the name: "What's the point?"

Harry came to apologize, and his attitude at least seemed amicable to DeWitt. For DeWitt, as long as he communicated well, he was always willing to forgive good people who made unintentional mistakes and were sincere.

Harry almost hit someone with his broom this time. As long as Harry's apology comes from the heart, his guilt here in DeWitt can be lighter than that of the wizard who laughed at him in the tavern. What's more, this incident has no serious consequences.

Of course I choose to forgive Harry.

Later, after a brief chat, they parted ways. In DeWitt's eyes, if Harry didn't pretend, then he would be a good boy, and even Ron wouldn't be considered a bad boy - as long as he became his friend.

Similarly, in Harry's eyes, DeWitt was easier to talk to than he thought. He even felt that DeWitt was a well-educated and good person and would be a friend worth making.

Time soon arrived at night, and DeWitt left Hagrid. He took the note approved by Professor Quirrell and successfully arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

When you knock on the door and go in, the thick, hot, rotten smell of garlic has already fermented in the small space. Although the smell is extremely strong, Professor Quirrell's office is unexpectedly tidy.

There are many strange utensils on the desk with a heritage atmosphere, which are full of strange liquids, and there are many materials hidden in the cabinet in the corner. Thanks to the materials provided by Hagrid during this period, Dewitt recognized that

He came out a lot, and at one moment when he was looking around, he caught a glimpse of the word "unicorn" on the cover of the book Professor Quirrell was reading.

People often associate unicorns with the beautiful qualities of human beings. Could it be that Professor Quirrell, who is willing to study unicorns, is also an honest man with a kind heart? DeWitt thinks this guess is outrageous, but he can't think of anything more reasonable.

explanation, when he said hello to Professor Quirrell, the professor had already hidden the book somewhere.

"You're here," Professor Quirrell stopped stuttering and said smoothly: "I know that people like us will never let go of any opportunity to change our own destiny."

DeWitt showed a confused expression.

"Don't be confused."

Professor Quirrell looked directly into DeWitt's eyes, which made DeWitt feel very uncomfortable. He quietly cast "Peace of Mind" on himself, and the red magic light flashed under his robe.

At this time, Professor Quirrell showed the qualities that a professor should have. He must have noticed the changes in DeWitt. He praised: "Yes, I am just a little sharper, and you are very calm."

DeWitt wanted to go directly to the topic, but he couldn't find the entry point. He smiled perfunctorily, thanked Professor Quirrell for the compliment, and then continued to remain silent.

"Have you ever wondered why you are in the situation you are in?" Professor Quirrell said: "I noticed that you and your close friends have had differences."

DeWitt took Professor Quirrell's interference as an advantage. He was unhappy in his heart, but his face did not change much. He still had the unnatural expression of a student facing the professor, and said: "That's nothing, it's my friend's mood."

Not very good."

"Hermione Granger," Professor Quirrell saw that DeWitt was deliberately avoiding the name, so he insisted on focusing on it and said: "Excellent student, the heart of all professors, even though Snape disapproved of it all day long,

In fact, Snape also values ​​her very much, but - except me."

DeWitt licked his teeth and asked cooperatively: "Why?"

"Because people like that have no characteristics," Professor Quirrell smiled and said with a powerful gesture: "Hogwarts has been established for thousands of years. How many geniuses have emerged during this time? Miss Granger is indeed

Excellent, but she has been nothing in thousands of years. Even in these years, there are only two undisputed and absolutely powerful wizards. She will never be one of them. She is just good at studying. Do you think so?

Is excellence meaningful?"

DeWitt was concerned about the two powerful wizards, and he guessed: "I feel like Principal Dumbledore is one of them?"

"That's right," Professor Quirrell recognized this point. Without waiting for DeWitt to ask, he said, "The other one is his old enemy Grindelwald."

"I know this name," DeWitt said: "The first generation of Dark Lord, what about the second generation?"

"The second generation..." Professor Quirrell gritted his teeth strangely. He looked at his cheeks and laughed strangely a few times. He soon became serious again and said viciously: "Ah, the second generation - there is no second generation,

Compared with Grindelwald, the so-called second-generation Dark Lord is just a retro dream chaser."

"If you are interested in these, I can tell you some specific stories in the future," Professor Quirrell said: "But now, we should return to the previous topic and talk about it. When Miss Granger puts you below

When she said it as a matter of course, do you think this is...reasonable?"