The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

The greatest wizard of our time should also be the strongest. When DeWitt was being observed, he was also observing Dumbledore. All impressions about Dumbledore come first from his speeches in public, and secondly from records of Dumbledore

Documents of deeds were collected incidentally while investigating Hogwarts.

Ignoring the useless magical research results, DeWitt valued the experience of defeating the first generation of the Dark Lord. This means that Dumbledore represents the pinnacle of orthodox power and can gain great recognition from the magical world.

What he did can bring out the beautiful qualities praised by mankind.

It was so similar. Dumbledore's status reminded DeWitt of Lucian, but Lucian twisted his original intention for his own purpose. Soon, DeWitt stopped thinking about it because he had already arrived at the door of the principal's office.

"Do you like sweets?" This question caught DeWitt off guard. He thought about being tortured, threatened, and having a peaceful exchange, but he never expected that Dumbledore's first question would be this.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay," DeWitt replied in astonishment: "I will eat it if I have it, and it's okay if I don't eat it."

"It's a good thing you're willing to try," Dumbledore said the password to the two stone monster statues guarding the door - the password was something DeWitt had never heard of.

The stone monster gave way to the passage, the closed door opened, and you followed the narrow spiral staircase behind the door until you reached the top, and then you officially entered the principal's office. You can see that it is filled with all kinds of strange and shiny appliances, among which

A large number of them also exercise regularly.

"Sit down," Dumbledore sat heavily behind the desk in the center of the office. He pointed to the sofa facing the desk and said, "This is not a lecture, but an invitation, or a conversation."

"Talk?"

"Drink some tea," Dumbledore said with a smile: "There are desserts on the coffee table, try it as you said."

Then try it. Only then did DeWitt have time to find a relatively dim glass jar among the flashes of silverware - inside was half a bottle of lively cockroaches.

DeWitt said politely: "I didn't know wizards still had the habit of eating cockroaches."

Dumbledore watched DeWitt's reaction with great interest, and he said enthusiastically: "Try it."

In fact, if you look closely, you can see that these cockroaches are not really living creatures. Through the brown shell, you can see the sticky syrup inside. DeWitt is not lacking in courage, he is also very curious about this thing.

The taste.

So DeWitt unscrewed the bottle cap, held the bottom of the bottle in one hand and poured it into the other hand.

The enchanted cockroach candies showed extraordinary intelligence. Of course, they couldn't fly, but that didn't stop them from crawling around like crazy. Their legs with fine hair rubbed against DeWitt's palm, and seven candies were poured out at once.

Eight.

DeWitt caught the crawling cockroach in the palm of his hand without changing his expression, and then quickly tightened the bottle cap. "I'm sorry, professor," he said, "I didn't expect this thing to crawl so fast."

Dumbledore shook his head to show that he didn't mind, and encouraged DeWitt to eat it with his eyes.

They are just bugs. DeWitt will carry his severed limbs with him and carry the awakened person in his sludge bag. He does not lack the courage to try new things, and just by holding it in the palm of his hand for a few seconds, the cockroach

It has melted a little, and the sweet smell has dispersed - this is candy.

"It's okay." DeWitt chewed and swallowed without changing his expression. He quickly threw the piles of cockroaches into his mouth one after another.

When the sweets made DeWitt's mood brighter, the pressure brought by Dumbledore's identity as principal weakened, and the atmosphere of the conversation gradually tended to be that of an old man and a child. Dumbledore began to get down to business, and he asked:<

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"I heard that you have a very good relationship with Professor Quirrell?"

"No," DeWitt licked the candy stuck between his teeth with his tongue. He complained without hesitation: "He lied to me and said that the troll was an exam. If it weren't for good luck, I would have died."
"Well... this is really a troublesome thing." Dumbledore was very distressed. He didn't know how to explain it to this overly upright child for a while - being confused would be tantamount to dereliction of duty, and confessing everything would put excessive pressure on him.

An unrelated student, but a long life will always guarantee sufficient experience. Dumbledore can only say: "Hogwarts will protect every student, including professors."

"He also taught me dark magic," DeWitt added. In fact, he didn't understand what was going on: "Professor McGonagall has confirmed that the evil spells used tonight are okay. I don't know why.

When you use it, it becomes... like that."

Dumbledore is a professional in this area. He said: "Ah, Professor McGonagall will never make a mistake. Use those magics - just use the last magic you cast."

DeWitt remembered that it was a protective spell. He waved his wand and recited the spell, but nothing happened. He recited it twice more, but nothing happened.

"Don't be afraid anymore, Mr. Walder. Magic is very wonderful. Even I can't say that I know all magic." Dumbledore smiled and winked at DeWitt and said, "Some wonderful props can also make people wonder."

People have the illusion that they have learned magic, and this office happens to have some defensive functions. When I was there, some items that were made with evil intentions were temporarily disabled or simply destroyed... I think you have already thought about it.

With the answer, Professor McGonagall's response method is also very beautiful. Just wait a little longer. Trust the experienced professors, trust your friends and classmates, Hogwarts will protect all students. And now... it's not too early,

Please also give me, an old man, some more rest time, and go back to the dormitory to sleep."

This conversation is finally over.

The answer is indeed clear.

DeWitt was 100% sure that the black shadow did not die or disappear. The distortion of the three magics must be related to the black shadow - this was a premeditated frame-up. Who wanted to harm him?

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Quirinus Quirrell, Professor Quirrell, Defense Against the Dark Arts class... DeWitt clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and walked quickly in the dark corridor. He read Professor Quirrell's title and title fiercely,

Digging through the memories buried under the sand in my mind, I searched out every detail and fragment of my time with Professor Quirrell, and recalled the magic that Professor Quirrell taught me... Everything in the principal's office has shown that Professor Quirrell taught

Magic is bullshit. DeWitt originally thought that he would be like a smart detective, following clues to find the truth, but what happened? He always thought that as long as he insisted on Professor Quirrell's problematic views, he could only receive the benefits without paying the price.

Who knew that the benefit now turned out to be a ridiculous prop? Where did this prop go? And when was it placed on me? At this time, the truth is no longer important - no, the truth is also important, but the real murderer

More important.

He was careless. DeWitt criticized himself in his mind. He shouldn't have been thinking about the purpose of finding Professor Quirrell. Professor Quirrell was an irrelevant person, but did it matter? It was true that he harmed himself, and it was absolutely true.

He has also used himself, and even tonight he almost succeeded.

So the dark shadow is actually Professor Quirrell?

DeWitt had this guess, but where is the evidence? Still looking for evidence?! He questioned himself angrily, scolding himself - no need! Then angrily made a decision - revenge! Must revenge! Professor Quirrell will be responsible for fooling himself

Pay the price!

1: Killing someone in the game may drop intestines or stumps. After eating these things, the elves can see part of the deceased’s memories of the deceased’s life. However, when one time he picked up a stump stuck in the owl’s throat, the protagonist of the game

I will ask myself something like "Why did I pick up everything along the way?" In some places, sludge and other debris can also be picked up. After picking up, the description of the item will tell the player "In addition to completely soiling the pockets"

, this thing has no effect." And the awakened one is the protagonist in the game, a life chosen by God... Just mention it, what you know is fun, and what you don't know doesn't affect watching.