The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

At noon, Ms. Feier did not call him, but DeWitt was able to leave the basement on time to eat.

It seems like I have returned to the days before I entered Hogwarts, but with a higher configuration. There is no annoying grumpy old man, no numbness after long-term pain, and because of Ms. Feier's good performance and self-awareness.

As he gradually awakened, DeWitt did not scold him, and in the short time of eating, he achieved the most basic conditions for building a family.

"Should we be more formal when we go in the afternoon?" Ms. Feier asked: "You have never liked buying clothes, and now you don't have anything to wear on formal occasions..."

"No," DeWitt didn't think it was worth putting on decent clothes for this afternoon's meeting, nor did he think it was useful. He said soberly: "Their attitude is one of contempt. No matter how expensive the clothes they wear, they will be regarded as

It’s better to be a little arrogant and just be clean and tidy than to be treated as a clinger and a flatterer when you come up. He wants our things, but he doesn’t even have the sincerity to come. The arrogance is here.

Humph, we'll see...do you know how to get there?"

"We can first..."

"As long as you're not late, it's up to you."

Ms. Feier stopped talking. She didn't eat much. Although she was slow, she was faster than DeWitt, but she didn't leave even after it was over. She looked at him with a look that DeWitt had never seen before.

"What are you looking at?" DeWitt felt that the emotion in his eyes was a little condescending and a little too close. It was like the hot air inhaled into the nose close to the flame. It was hot and thick, like melting. It was an edible dessert, but it was

It sticks to his hand, and he has to break free after a long time - he is not used to it, and he doesn't hate it, but his suddenly sensitive self-esteem does not allow him to accept it, even if he knows that the eyes are full of gentle kindness that is about to overflow, he still has to ask this question

He said, his tone still cold.

Ms. Feier did not answer. She looked away and looked at her hand on her leg, studying the trimmed and polished nails for flaws. When DeWitt picked a piece of meat and continued chewing, she quietly raised her eyes again.

——DeWitt noticed it immediately, but he said nothing more and speeded up his meal.

In fact, it was not only DeWitt who felt weird about this, Ms. Feier herself was a little weird, but she didn't think about the reasons why she did this, and all this is actually very simple - if there is an old woman with a happy family

Being present, she must be able to see that this is a mother's unskilled love for her child, and she can also see that DeWitt seems like a child who has not yet learned to repay family affection - in this aspect, and in this aspect alone, DeWitt is not

Mature.

So even if DeWitt called "Mom" for fun, Ms. Feier didn't care, she had long been fascinated by the identity of "Mother".

At the planned time, they set off, first using Floo powder to get to the Leaky Cauldron, and then taking the subway to the vicinity of Malfoy Manor. They were greeted by a short geek who used a pillow towel as clothing.

"That's a house elf," Ms. Feier noticed DeWitt's confusion, and she explained in a low voice: "Rich pure-blood families usually have one like this to do housework."

The house elf is thin and short, his "clothes" are shabby, his green skin is covered with wrinkles and ragged hair, his nose is pointed and large, and his two bulging eyeballs almost equal the entire front area of ​​his head.

When Witte and Freya bowed, their foreheads were almost touching the ground, their two big ears drooped, and they said in a high-pitched voice: "Madam, sir, the Malfoy family welcomes you, and Dobby is here to lead the way."
Without waiting for a response, Dobby grabbed the trouser legs of the two people - this action was avoided by DeWitt, who asked in a low voice: "What are you going to do?"

"Dobby is going to take guests to the Malfoy family manor." The house elf always calls himself in the third person, which makes him appear more humble. He looked up at DeWitt with his big watery eyes and said pleadingly: "

Do you have any dissatisfaction with Dobby? Dobby will punish himself..."

It hit him hard on the head - an action that made DeWitt take another step back.

"They have been domesticated," Ms. Feier seemed to be used to it. She first explained to DeWitt, and then said: "We are not blaming you, stop it immediately!"

At this time, DeWitt finally remembered, and the reason why he felt familiar when he saw the house elf became clear - wasn't the former Mrs. White a replica of the house elf?

"How are you going to take us there?" he relaxed a little and asked.

"It went by in a swish," said Dobby.

"It's just apparation." Ms. Feier added.

It was to protect his home address, DeWitt could understand. After Ms. Feier reassured her that there would be no danger, he stopped dodging and emerged from the air.

The location where Dobby appeared with the two of them was in front of the grand gate of the Malfoy family manor.

But no matter how grand it is, it is of no use. DeWitt did not find any creatures greeting guests behind the door. The host's house seemed to have died, maintaining the same solemnity and silence as the carved door.

Very good, DeWitt's expression became more and more dull. According to Ms. Feier's understanding of him, this was a process of accumulating anger.

The humble house elf ran a few steps, snapped his fingers, and let the door open silently. Then he turned around, bowed with his face to the ground, and raised his voice and said: "Please come in, distinguished guest.

We, Dobby, will lead the way for our distinguished guests."

DeWitt followed closely with vigorous steps, constantly accelerating and forcing Dobby to speed up, until Dobby trotted all the way through the large garden, passed the marble fountain, and arrived in front of the luxurious big house. Dobby finally relaxed.

The tone knocked on the door.

The door is open.

The front hall of the house can accommodate at least fifty people dancing freely. Facing the double-open thick carved wooden doors, there are two stairs. The two stairs meet to form a platform in the middle. If you want to go upstairs, you have to turn again and step on it.

The dark green marble floor covering every gap on the ground leads to the bedroom where privacy is well protected.

However, no one came to greet him.

The reason is definitely not that the house is too big and the owner is lost in it - this shows an obvious attitude.

When this result became obvious, Dobby could now hear DeWitt's breathing. He felt that there was some natural enemy behind him and opened his eyes. Even if he ignored him, the remaining power still made him feel scared, and he

Only the master can rely on it, so it trembled and shouted: "Master - master -"

Dobby responded with two reserved footsteps and a cold, casual shout: "Keep your voice down, you dirty thing. If our guests see it, you might talk about us Malfoy."

The family has failed to entertain us properly."

The talkers of the Malfoy family appeared from the second floor. They were a couple. The couple held each other's arms and walked down calmly. They stood at the platform where the first and second floors met just described, holding on to each other.

Looking down from the guardrail, the two of them were wearing luxurious casual clothes with the main tone being black, but even their normal clothes looked countless times more respectable than the wizard robes worn by DeWitt's "mother and son".

The man was of course Mr. Malfoy. He kept his cold eyes, looked down, only raised the corners of his mouth, showed a standard smile, and said loudly: "Welcome!"

Then he suppressed his smile and scolded Dobby: "You're useless, get out of here, don't dirty the eyes of the guests - I'm warning you, don't think about things that don't belong to you, the afternoon tea we treat our guests is not

Your share!"