The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"How did you know that I went to find the troll?" DeWitt didn't see the anger on Hermione's face. He only thought about his curiosity: "You also called the professors.

."

Still asking? Hermione thought angrily, why do you have the nerve to ask? She didn't want to talk to DeWitt, but seeing that DeWitt didn't have any sense of nervousness, she couldn't help it and said sarcastically: "You look very nervous."

Proud, aren't you?"

It seemed like I had heard this remark somewhere before. After thinking about it for a moment, DeWitt immediately said: "Ha, Professor McGonagall also said basically the same thing."

"That's because you don't realize your problem!" Hermione became even more angry: "And I'm not the same as Professor McGonagall! Anyone with a little sense and a little kindness will think so when they see your current attitude.

!"

"Then what do you want me to do?" DeWitt didn't think this was a big deal from beginning to end. At most, he would be more cautious until he saw the true appearance of the troll. His and Hermione's thinking were different, and he also knew that this was not Hermione.

He himself had no problem with the question, but he couldn't help but push it back, but in a very calm tone: "Am I the one who realized my mistake now that I'm crying and calling for my mother?"

"Is that what I mean?" Hermione put down the quill in her hand. She changed her posture, twisted from the sofa in the lounge, stared at DeWitt and asked, "Your behavior is full of irresponsibility for yourself.

, I didn’t say you must be afraid, I just hope you can think more about it and consider safety when encountering similar situations.”

"Professor Quirrell asked me to go," DeWitt knew that such a reason was stupid, but he still had to say: "He said it was a test of my learning results."

After hearing this, Hermione's anger dissipated, and she stared at DeWitt's eyes for a long time, as if she could read DeWitt's heart. After a while, she said very, very seriously

Question: "Is this true?"

"Of course it's true."

"Let's go!" They were sitting in the lounge talking quietly, but now Hermione pulled DeWitt to get up. She gritted her teeth and said, "Let's go find Professor McGonagall! She is the vice-principal, and now Professor Quirrell

I want to harm you..."

"I've already told her." DeWitt sat without moving. He patted Hermione's hand to signal her to relax and asked Hermione to sit down again.

"What is Professor McGonagall going to do?" Hermione said: "When will Hogwarts fire Professor Quirrell?"

"No evidence."

"What?"

"No evidence."

Hermione was silent, and she said angrily: "But Professor Quirrell wants you to die! Doesn't the school care about this?"

"There is no evidence," DeWitt repeated for the last time, and then said: "You believe me because we have a good relationship, right? If you encounter similar problems, I will definitely believe you. I don't think you will cheat.

People who are friends.”

Hermione blushed a little. Although everyone was still young, the opposite sex was still a little... happy, or moved, and maybe some other emotions quietly surging in the deepest part of her mind.

"But from the professors' point of view, there are more things to consider, such as the reputation of Hogwarts, such as the future of Professor Quirrell - what if he was framed by me?" DeWitt seemed to be commenting on two things.

Ant explained calmly: "These are all possibilities, and each possibility has corresponding consequences, so professors cannot make rash decisions."

"Then just do nothing?" Hermione agreed with DeWitt's analysis, but this did not mean that she accepted this situation.

"At least no points were deducted, and the professor also took measures," DeWitt said jokingly: "Professor McGonagall put me in solitary confinement again..."

"?This is not a question of deducting house points. Of course, house points are also very important..." Hermione stopped talking. She held her breath to confirm that DeWitt said "Professor McGonagall has put him in solitary confinement again" and not

I heard it wrong.

"Give me a suitable excuse to stop studying with Professor Quirrell." DeWitt saw that Hermione had misunderstood.

"What is Professor Quirrell's purpose?"

"I'm thinking about this too," DeWitt said: "He must have some purpose..."

Hermione couldn't imagine Professor Quirrell's purpose, so the topic could only be shelved. They had to go to class now.

After finishing the confinement in the library that night, DeWitt had to rush to Hagrid's hut without stopping, but Hagrid was not in the house today. He was pushing a cart covered with a big black cloth. Between the handlebar and the cart board

A big shovel was stuck, and the shovel was a bit too big for Hagrid.

"Some garbage came out of the castle today," Hagrid lifted the handle of the car and accidentally shook off some black cloth. A smell more disgusting than a living troll came out. He immediately stuffed the cloth back and said:

"It really stinks. We have to go deeper today and bury this thing in the ground."

DeWitt asked knowingly: "What is here?"

"This is something not suitable for children to know," Hagrid said perfunctorily: "Come on, it will take a long time to bury this thing. It's all Professor Snape's fault for picking and choosing, leaving a disgusting mess...

”

When leaving, Hagrid pulled up Fangya as usual. Fangya ran around the cart and pushed his nose under the black cloth of the cart. When Hagrid walked away, he scolded: "The big man is hiding food! The big man is hiding food.

Of!"

Hagrid couldn't understand what Yaya said, and he couldn't bear to slap Yaya, so he had to pull Yaya to his legs when Yaya was about to tear off the black cloth.

"Alas," Hagrid said helplessly to DeWitt, "I can't control it anymore, let's go."

Yaya barked softly, but kept saying "delicious".

Going deeper from the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, the dark atmosphere becomes thicker and thicker. The moonlight will change in different areas depending on the density of the branches and leaves of the trees. Following the untravelled path to an open space, Hagrid said to DeWitt:

"It's right here. I'll dig a hole. Don't run around."

Taking the shovel off the cart, Hagrid grabbed the handle and stepped hard on the rear edge of the big shovel, letting the sharp and shiny front end go deep into the earth. Then he put his feet on the ground, lifted it hard, and shoveled it.

Big chunks of soil. He kept repeating this action until a big hole appeared on the ground. The hole was so deep that even Hagrid couldn't see the top of his head even if he jumped into it. He was still shoveling the soil up there.

.

DeWitt took this opportunity to assess Hagrid's strength. He stretched his head and looked into the pit - after doing such heavy work at an astonishing speed, Hagrid was just a little out of breath.

After digging the hole, Hagrid said: "You should go further away and remember to stay with Fang Ya. The buried things are not suitable for you to see."

So DeWitt took Yaya's dog leash and walked around several trees. Under the cold moonlight, he came behind a bush, rubbed the hair on the back of Yaya's neck, and simply sat on the grass, continuing to think about Professor Quirrell.

purpose.

All the plants turned black.

Raising his hand to brush away a spider that was startled and ran away in the wrong direction, DeWitt heard Yaya say again: "Ah, it's delicious..."

Yaya was still thinking about the smelly delicious food under the black cloth. After all, he was a dog. Dewitt scratched Yaya's thick hair again.

"Delicious..." DeWitt heard it again. He thought it was Yaya barking again, and he rubbed Yaya's dog head vigorously, but this time Yaya did not lick the palm of his hand docilely.

The hound stood up and looked in one direction of the dark forest.