The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Dinah is now a doll and has not yet mastered the ability to speak, but this does not mean that she has been weakened. These elves have a completely independent system, which is even more unreasonable than the wizard's magic. Perhaps the devil's contract can be like Dinah's

Comparing the creatures, they all seemed to be born with a lot of knowledge and mastered the gifts from the world. When they use their abilities, they can reap the corresponding results according to the conditions they have fulfilled.

So the wind blowing to find the source of the curse started blowing again, and Dinah hid in Hermione's hair to guide her. Hermione's hair could just block Dinah. Although this would make Hermione's hair more messy, she was very happy.
Following the sound of the wind, I left Wonderland, but the wind did not leave the Forbidden Forest. Instead, it circled in the deep forest, bumped back and forth among the lush plants, and finally stopped at the place where Voldemort attacked the unicorn.

This place was originally an open space, but the current layout has changed from the original basis. The black land with no grass growing incompatible with the surrounding environment is revealed. This part of the ground is dry and cracked, and a stone table is placed in the moonlight...

The stone table is a bit flattering. It is a somewhat square stone. What is really eye-catching is a black egg on the stone.

"That seems to be..." Hermione stood on tiptoes, squinted her eyes, looked again and again, and whispered suspiciously: "It's a dragon egg."

Quiet at night.

The power of the curse has left this land without any life.

"It's clear that this is a trap." After leaving Wonderland, Alice turned into a gray-white ghost again, and her clothes turned back into a simple long dress for hard work. This time, she completely returned to the way she looked when she first met DeWitt.

She said casually: "Someone must be waiting."

What Alice said made sense. Just when Hermione was about to suggest returning to the castle first, DeWitt had already walked to the center of the open space without any scruples, looked at the dragon egg, looked around and raised his voice to sarcastically say: "Alright?"

Are you hiding your head and tail? Dear Tom? Or do you have to call you by that name before you come out?"

These words were like pouring water into a frying pan, arousing violent reactions. The mention of his name was a humiliation that could not be ignored and would inevitably arouse Voldemort's anger.

"Don't, call me by that name." The shadows in the woods moved, and the shapeless fragments moved quickly on the ground, converging into a whole, and stood up from the ground, but he had no intention of taking action.<

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DeWitt was not in a hurry, with a vague smile on his face and said: "Then how should I call you? With Voldemort?"

Hermione gasped at this time.

"But the word Voldemort is too stupid and imbecile. What kind of buffoon would give himself such a nickname?" DeWitt turned into Snape in front of Harry and faced him.

Voldemort made unscrupulous comments: "You made up the word yourself, right? To be honest, I don't like calling you that, you can't force me, right?"

Voldemort's shadow trembled and black gas escaped. He tried hard to suppress his anger and said calmly: "No, it's up to you."

"You're not angry anymore, are you?" DeWitt's face was very clear in the moonlight. Hermione could see it clearly. Even Dinah was sure that he was smiling.

"You are not as fast as I thought." Voldemort realized that no matter how much he told DeWitt, he would only be ridiculed and scorned. He forced himself to speak: "How does the blood curse feel? I can't suppress it anymore.

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Voldemort was waiting for DeWitt to show regret or an ugly expression of embarrassment and anger.

DeWitt curled his lips in disdain, followed Voldemort's intention, removed the magic power of transformation, and turned into a human-like half-lizard. Compared with the appearance in the fairyland, the area occupied by the scales on the body was much larger.
"Then beg me," Voldemort said grimly: "Sake an unbreakable oath, swear allegiance to me, and bear my soul... and there are sacrifices - ah, a little Mudblood girl, and a ghost.

——Then kill them again and I will lift the blood curse for you."

DeWitt's expression didn't change. He just listened to the barking of a dog and despised Voldemort in his heart.

For Hermione, all this is simply beyond imagination. She has to make oaths and kill people. She has lived peacefully until now. She has never been so close to life and death, and dead celebrities in history suddenly appear.

The panic in front of her, the fearful legend from the past appearing in front of her in a posture that can speak and move, can be imagined - Hermione is very scared now, she has read a lot of books, knows the cruelty of Voldemort, and Voldemort's words are even more...

It made her tremble, and she even felt scared when she looked at DeWitt's back. She was afraid that DeWitt would obey Voldemort - yes, that was Voldemort. Hermione never thought that Voldemort was still alive. Listen to that,

I have already interacted with DeWitt...so what will DeWitt do?

The closer to the critical moment, the more Hermione thought, the faster her mind turned, and she realized in the increasingly complicated thoughts that she was more afraid of seeing DeWitt's betrayal than dying at the hands of Voldemort.

, if DeWitt really turned around and chose to hurt himself... Hermione's heart became colder and colder as she thought about it, so it would be better to kill herself.

Thinking about it this way, Hermione figured it out. In this situation, all she could do was trust her friends. She asked herself, is DeWitt the kind of person who would abandon his friends? Could it be that she has such no vision?

Silly girl? And for the sake of her friends, Hermione stood up. She didn't bother with DeWitt's choice. She just wanted to do what she was willing to do as a friend first - that is, clenched her fists and yelled at Voldemort: "Lift the curse."

!Remove!DeWitt’s!curse immediately!”

DeWitt's lizard head was twisted. To him personally, the appearance of the lizard man was somewhat friendly, but it was twisted 180 degrees. It was really scary in the middle of the night, but Hermione was looking at it now.

Apart from this, she had tears in her eyes, hoping that DeWitt would never make the choice she was most afraid of... He would not do this, Hermione's reason told her repeatedly, but her sensibility was screaming.

, you should run now and go to the castle to call someone. DeWitt would not do that, but what if? So the two people's eyes met.

The trust between the two people was verified, and their friendship was sublimated. In this collision of eyes, there was room for improvement. Hermione saw the astonishment and praise in DeWitt's eyes, and she

She also immediately understood what DeWitt was thinking - that's great, Hermione thought happily, knowing that DeWitt was her closest friend.

And all of this was a complete surprise to DeWitt - he knew that he never lacked the courage to fight against powerful enemies, but he would never ask others to be the same as him, especially Hermione, a little girl, facing

It was good not to panic when dealing with a monster as famous as Voldemort and with a weird appearance. As for other things, he never thought about it. When he really heard what Hermione said, the positive emotions in his heart immediately aroused.

Getting up, it was a wonderful feeling that made him immediately want to look back at Hermione - he did the same, and used his lizard head to show a sincere smile from the bottom of his heart... It was still a little scary, but no one cared now

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Sincere feelings are so rare. How many people think that even in a dead situation, their humanity can shine brightly?

Although what Hermione shouted out of desperation was somewhat unreasonable, it would have no impact at all and the situation was about to change.