Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

The white peacock tiptoed up to DeWitt, opened and closed its tail towards DeWitt.That was in memory of DeWitt asking the Malfoys to put them on a diet.

In the past, DeWitt might have stopped for a moment and played with these birds, but not now.Chaotic thoughts appear and disappear, and tiny clues are hidden in the vast collection of books in the magical world.The answer to the question is nowhere to be found.I know what is missing, and I know where to look for it, but the scope is so vast and vast that it is almost impossible to come up with an answer, which is really annoying.

Dobby, the Malfoy house elf, served the guests to the formal drawing room.Tea sets were placed on the carved table.After welcoming DeWitt and Ms. Feyre to sit down, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy followed suit.

"Where is your son?" DeWitt asked, as casually as if chatting about family matters.

The faces of the Malfoy couple suddenly changed. In the forced laughter, the two well-maintained faces turned green with frustration. They said nervously: "We can't let him hear the... secrets we talked about. We will send him away." Went to his friend’s house.”

DeWitt's eyes swept over the Malfoys, which made the Malfoys feel as if they were fugitives found by searchlights.

"Tell me what's going on." DeWitt said while looking away.

"We have received a letter," Lucius Malfoy said, his green face gradually fading to paleness after DeWitt stopped asking him about his son's whereabouts: "The letter asks us to take part in an attack."

He took out a piece of dirty letter paper from his arms, flicked it with his fingers, and the letter turned at several angles and slid in front of DeWitt.

It was this action that allowed DeWitt to see the big things from the small, see the Malfoy couple's attitude towards him, and see the manifestation of some deep-rooted stubborn thoughts, which would be rooted in an invisible concept and be related to it. Its own symbolic meaning continues.Putting it on DeWitt directly contributed to his decision.Of course, this was a decision for the future. For now, he was indifferent. He unfolded the letter paper normally and saw the messy handwriting on it.

Lucius Malfoy explained from the side: "This summer, the Quidditch World Cup will be held in China. The time and place are written on the paper..."

"If you put on clothes, you are a pure-blood noble," DeWitt said in a flat tone after reading, "if you cover your face, you are a Death Eater."

The Malfoys kept their mouths shut.

"How do you know this is true?"

Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth and simply told all the secrets about Voldemort - in fact, these secrets could be known with a little investigation.He rolled up his sleeves ungracefully and showed DeWitt a black and green mark on the inside of his forearm - it was a skull with a snake crawling out of its mouth.

"When the mark moves, it's... the Dark Lord is calling," Lucius Malfoy's eyes flashed with the resurfaced and lingering fear, and his voice trembled as he whispered: "The mark is on I started moving that night after I received the letter.”

"Then why did you come to us?" DeWitt said without looking up, looking at the Dark Mark.

"We..." Lucius Malfoy's voice got stuck in his throat, and the words and sounds seemed to have not come together for the time being. After rolling and processing in his neck, he said: "We... now believe that the Dark Lord is not A good one...is not a good one..."

DeWitt understandingly skipped this part and spoke the second half for Lucius Malfoy: "You think cooperation with us is a better option - don't you?"

"That's right!" Lucius Malfoy cleared his throat and said quickly: "That's exactly what I wanted to say."

Hearing these words and seeing Narcissa Malfoy relax her breathing.When the Malfoys didn't notice, DeWitt and Ms. Feyre showed almost identical sarcastic smiles.They are not related by blood, but they have been together for a long time and have become a different kind of mother and son. They are similar but different.

"Do you know who else received the letter?" DeWitt asked.

"I've probably received them all..." Lucius Malfoy wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves and said, "But we always wear masks when gathering, so I can't call you by a specific name..." He quietly glanced at He glanced at the faces of DeWitt and Ms. Feier, intending to figure out what the mother and son were thinking, but because he didn't want to be noticed, his eyes glanced too quickly. He saw them but seemed not to see them.After reading it over and over again, he finally determined that he couldn't tell what DeWitt and Ms. Feier were thinking.

"Really?" DeWitt said: "What does this kind of thing have to do with us? On the ground... no one dares to disobey the Dark Lord's order, so just go ahead."

"But the Dark Lord - he won't let you go!" Lucius Malfoy was anxious. His hair was messed up and he couldn't care less. He analyzed, "The Dark Lord's purpose is to recreate the glory of pure blood." , he will target wizards with impure blood," he said miserably, "The Dark Lord will not let anyone betray him," and he stated that "The Dark Lord can only allow his gang to exist"... He said this in words. It's also clear - if DeWitt doesn't take action in advance, he will definitely be liquidated by Voldemort in the future.

"But I can't find anyone," DeWitt said with a smile: "So for your own good and your safety, you have to do as the letter says, and I will go there when the time comes - to lure the enemy deeper, "One blow kills," he said.

The Malfoys knew that this was the highest possible condition that could be negotiated, and they said goodbye reluctantly.

"By the way," DeWitt said suddenly, "lend me your house elf Dobby."

The Malfoys agreed.

When he returned home, Dobby was already standing in the living room in advance, waiting fearfully and anxiously to receive new orders.His big ears shrank in fear, sticking to his head like a cat, and the rag bag on his body was dirty.

"Go and clean you up, and then come to us." After DeWitt said that, he had no time to pay attention to Dobby. He said to Ms. Feier: "You have to start staying away from these pure-blood families. You can't splash blood. On the face.”

"What about the business?" Ms. Feier didn't ask why.

"As long as you have enough money," DeWitt said expressionlessly: "They have no good intentions, and they still look down on us... they are not afraid of us."

"They're afraid of You-Know-Who."

"Because Voldemort can bring them pain and fear, and I can only bring them hatred," DeWitt said: "What they are doing now is not enough to kill them, and I am not willing to do what Voldemort did. I I don’t want to kill indiscriminately... That’s cruel and evil... Come on, Dobby.”

Dobby cleaned the pillowcloth on his body, and his dull pink skin twitched closer.

"Tell me, Dobby," DeWitt said, "how Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy treated you."