Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

At this time, the sky suddenly became overcast, but this time it was not a sign of the dementors' attack, but a pure storm.The strong wind blew through the cracks in the car window and almost knocked over the bowl of vegetable soup.

Draco Malfoy jumped out on time. He remembered Lucius's warning to him, "Don't mess with DeWitt." But he didn't understand what there was to fear from a mere DeWitt, especially now that DeWitt and Hermione is alone with no one else, three against two, the advantage is mine, he thought, then turned around and left to find Harry's position.

The quarrel was heard immediately.Hermione stopped packing and looked at DeWitt - which meant "go help".DeWitt stood up slowly and walked in the direction of the sound in an orderly manner. After passing three boxes full of people, he saw Draco Malfoy and his followers Crabbe and Goyle, facing Harry and Ron were sarcastic, and Malfoy was waving an old-fashioned dress that was popular in the last century.Neville on the side was trembling.

"What are you doing?" DeWitt patted the box door and said.

The glass on the door shuddered, covering up what Malfoy had not finished and attracting everyone's attention.

Malfoy's face turned red, and Crabbe and Goyle stared at DeWitt with hostile eyes.

"Are you looking like you want to take action?" DeWitt yawned lazily and asked politely: "But you seem to lack courage. Don't you dare to fight three times against one?"

"This has nothing to do with you, DeWitt," Malfoy said word for word: "Don't get involved."

"Get out of here if you don't dare," DeWitt flexed his muscles slightly, and said coldly: "I despise people like you the most - if you don't like Harry...and Ron, then you Pointing their noses in their noses and calling them trash, then having a fight, and from then on the loser walks around the winner, which is fair and aboveboard. But you like to lie like a fly, like a toad, and speak slanderously. You are so yin and yang...you are playing some lip service, no one wants to recruit you, no one messes with you, you don't know how to respect others, you are afraid of trouble when you stir up trouble, and if you leave your parents' money, what are you still? A wimp, right?"

It took half a minute to finish such a long sentence in a cadence. The pungent and sarcastic breath flowed down Malfoy's nose and into his internal organs, igniting his emotions from scratch.

Well-founded shaming can hurt more than dirty words.Malfoy clenched his fists, raised his head angrily, and widened his eyes furiously. His smooth hair broke free from restraints, and he stood up angrily. He also forgot to greet his followers. He yelled and rushed towards Germany. Witte - and then DeWitt dodged to avoid it - Malfoy smashed the car window in the corridor with his head, and leaned half of his body out of the car. The bridge of his nose was crushed, and there were big drops of blood, and he lost consciousness. .

The filial Crabbe and Goyle grabbed Malfoy's legs and pulled Malfoy back into the carriage. The broken glass opened several more holes in Malfoy's body.

"Go and save people, go." DeWitt didn't expect that everything would end so quickly. He swallowed the last half of what he didn't say, waved his hand and said, "Don't be embarrassed here."

Without saying a word, Crabbe and Goyle dragged Malfoy and rushed to the students' box of Slytherin College, where there would be some senior students who had practiced healing spells and hoped to enter St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies. sister.

"What did you say to Malfoy?" After the noise faded away, DeWitt repaired the car window and half leaned against the door of the box and asked the people inside: "Look how angry he is."

"He was talking about my dress," Ron said bitterly, not paying any attention to the hesitant expressions of Harry and Neville: "And he was showing off that his family is rich..."

"Okay," DeWitt waved his hand again: "If you have time to listen to him, why don't you try to learn some curse words and then find a way to punch him. I'm leaving."

During the rest of the journey, the twins came again to tell DeWitt and Hermione a new story they had heard.The story tells the story of a young boy with a bad brain who smashed his head against a glass. Even after the injury was cured, he did not become smarter. Instead, his brain problems became more serious and his face was disfigured - because of his injuries. The student who used the curse made a mistake.

"You have to wait until you get to Hogwarts to be cured," the twins said without concealing their gloating: "Malfoy will have to suffer along the way."

Not only this way, but even when getting out of the car, Malfoy suffered a lot.He covered his head with a black robe, and his already crooked steps wanted to make his route look like an electrocardiogram.The broken glass in the wound was healed without being cleaned, and now the fragments are embedded in his flesh, creating wounds internally with every movement, causing long and severe cramping pain.Indistinct curses continued to come from under the black robes. Crabbe and Goyle followed cautiously, but they could not understand what Malfoy said.The more he couldn't understand, the more anxious Malfoy became.The funny interactions between the three people aroused low-pitched jeers from other college students, making the heavy rain falling from the sky less depressing.

The carriage pulled by Yeqi moved forward against the violent storm.The Hogwarts castle also lost its outline at night, with only a few shadowy yellow light spots hanging in the air, indicating the location of the castle.This time no one hesitated. Even though the lightning could only illuminate the steps for a moment, no one fell down.After getting off the carriage, everyone rushed into the foyer smoothly.

The rain can no longer wet people, and the brightly lit auditorium is not far away.

"Are you not wet?" DeWitt glanced at Hermione and asked casually.

"No," Hermione held DeWitt's body and shook his legs and said, "But the shoes are wet. Wait for me to use a drying spell... Okay... where are yours? Oh, don't move... right now good……"

Before Professor McGonagall came out, Hermione completed this series of magic spells to keep her dry, but she forgot about Crookshanks, who had been holding her arms. When she was not paying attention, Crookshanks, who was sleeping soundly, was blocked. The trachea was blocked, and now he was struggling because he couldn't breathe.

"It's so suffocated." The ugly cat slept all the way. After waking up, he immediately picked up his robe energetically and complained randomly: "This shit rain... the cat's butt is almost soaked... and it still smells. It smells like rat farts...let me go, you woman...I'm going to steal some food!"

"What is Crookshanks shouting?" Hermione noticed something unusual, and she asked DeWitt: "Are you listening? If you heard it, tell me what it said?"

"Crookshanks didn't say anything, maybe he was saying it was a little cold," DeWitt replied without changing his face: "It just didn't wake up. When it got up, it said some nonsense. It was so messed up that it couldn't be translated at all. ."

"Okay," Hermione stood on tiptoe to look at Professor McGonagall's complexion, hugged the struggling Crookshanks tighter, followed the moving team, and softly scolded Crookshanks: "Shh—— Stop moving!"