Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Looking around nervously, Ron squeezed the wand in his hand. Some of the unicorn hair on the core of the wand had been exposed. The soft and smooth hair felt back to his palm, and he tried to get power from the wand. Listening When it came to DeWitt's question, Ron hesitated for a moment, cleared his throat and gritted his teeth. His head was hot and impulsive, and he said blankly: "Okay! Isn't it just magic... I just learned from Fred and George yesterday. Learned a new spell there.”

So Harry showed an expectant look, and DeWitt also held his breath, quietly protected himself with a solemn expression, and solemnly said: "Please."

The attitudes of others put undue pressure on Ron. He pinched the flesh behind the neck of his pet mouse, lifted it up, and put it on the table. With his other hand, he raised his wand and shook it ritually in the air. Shake, then roll up his sleeves.

The mouse did not bark, but just scratched the table with its paws, sniffed around with its sharp beak, and its ragged beard trembled, just like Ron's hand holding the wand now.

"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine," Ron chanted without confidence, like an emotionless reciter, "turn this stupid fat mouse yellow."

Coming?DeWitt nervously applied several layers of invisible protection to himself.But after a while, he still didn't sense any warning - the sky was still so blue, the wind was still so cool, and the snow-white clouds were almost coming down to watch the fun - could it be that the impending riot was gathering momentum?Immediately, DeWitt breathed lightly, and he could clearly hear the rat's gasping sound as the train was running, and he was always ready to defend himself against attacks from around him - but still nothing.

"Is there a possibility..." DeWitt glanced at Ron, who was also nervous, and asked tentatively: "I mean maybe-your magic didn't work?"

So Ron's face slowly turned red, the hand holding up the wand froze, and his eyes were only in the lower half of the eye sockets. When his whole face became as red as his hair, he must have been extremely embarrassed. , if no one comes to the rescue, I'm afraid this head will become overcooked and smoke.

Fortunately, someone knocked on the door of the box, and Harry quickly stood up and said loudly: "Please... please come in!"

The door to the box was unlocked, so it was easily pushed open and a boy walked in.

The boy's crying expression made DeWitt instinctively frown. He lowered his head and continued reading the book on his lap, pretending he didn't see it.

"I'm sorry," the tearful boy's facial features slid across his round face, and finally piled up in the center. He asked aggrievedly, "I want to ask, have you seen my toad?"

Harry looked back - Ron shook his head, and DeWitt didn't move either.Like a temporarily elected representative, Harry said unnaturally: "Oh-oh, we didn't see it." Out of inner sympathy, Harry awkwardly comforted: "It doesn't matter, it will come back." .”

"Really," the boy's sobs subsided a little and he said in a slightly clearer voice: "Then, if you see it, can you tell me?"

After getting Harry's affirmative answer, the sobbing boy walked out. As soon as he closed the door, his crying immediately became louder, he rubbed his eyes and continued walking back.

"Do people really use toads as pets?" Ron quietly put his pet mouse into his pocket and quickly changed the subject: "If I have a pet like this, I must find a way to throw it away. I would rather others think that I don't have a pet. , and I don’t want people to know that I have a toad.”

These words caught DeWitt a little off guard. He gave Ron a strange look and wanted to remind him - ah, the mice you raised are actually only better in appearance. In terms of actual value, mice are far inferior to toads. ——After all, toads can eat some pests. In addition to causing damage, rats can also spread diseases, right?

"What about you?" Ron tried to put aside the embarrassment of the previous failed spell cast and asked nonchalantly: "Do you have any pets?"

Harry did. He had a snow-white owl, which was locked in a cage and was currently sleeping with half-closed eyes.

DeWitt shook his head: "I don't have any other money, so I simply didn't go to the pet store, but it's really nice to have a pet - I should take some time to get one."

Ron wanted the topic to go as far as possible, so he immediately asked: "What animal do you like?"

"You should ask me what animals I don't like."

"What animal don't you like?"

"I don't like chickens, ducks, sheep, rabbits, and deer," DeWitt said a little impatiently, but these questions were nothing, and he answered quickly.

"Why?" Ron became curious instead.

"No reason!" DeWitt's voice was already a little gloomy, but after a slight pause, he returned to calmness and said naturally: "I don't like the look in their eyes - these animals are too timid, facing my kindness They can only escape. If they cannot escape, they will resist. Their eyes when resisting are stubborn and hateful - so I don’t like it. I don’t like it when I see it in places other than the dining table.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the box was opened again - this time no one knocked on the door, and the visitor followed a gust of wind and ran rampant in the box.Such impolite behavior made DeWitt frown again, but he still didn't say anything. Instead, he glanced at the door and then lowered his head, expressing his dissatisfaction by ignoring it.

There was a girl standing at the door. DeWitt only remembered that her hair was brown and that she had put on a new wizard robe.Other than that, she spoke loudly, rapidly and nonchalantly: "Did any of you see a toad? Neville lost a toad."

It can be guessed that these two people started asking questions from one box to another from the first carriage. By the end of the question, they had loosened their control over the volume and the details of etiquette. It is understandable, after all, repetition will It brings numbness, but it only explains why the girl is rude and should not be an excuse for her arrogant attitude.To put it mildly, DeWitt didn't like the girl.

"We've already said it." Ron's words were much more straightforward than DeWitt's: "We didn't see it."

But the girl ignored him, and instead turned her attention to DeWitt, who was looking down at a book, and asked unceremoniously: "Are you reading? What are you reading? Neville and I started asking from the first carriage. , although Hogwarts is very good, only a few senior students are reading, and not many freshmen are reading. I like reading very much, and I memorized all the textbooks during the holidays. After all, The school I am going to is a magic school, and I hope my level is good enough. After all, my parents are not wizards. I must say, I was extremely surprised when I received the admission notice, oh, by the way—— I'm Hermione Granger, what about you?"