Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

"How did you know that I went to find the troll?" DeWitt didn't see the anger on Hermione's face. He only thought about his curiosity: "You also called the professors. "

Still asking?Hermione thought angrily, why do you have the nerve to ask?She didn't want to talk to DeWitt, but seeing that DeWitt didn't have any sense of nervousness, she couldn't help it and said sarcastically: "You look very proud, don't you?"

It seemed like I had heard this before somewhere. After thinking about it for a moment, DeWitt immediately said: "Ha, Professor McGonagall also said basically the same thing."

"That's because you don't realize your problem!" Hermione became even more angry: "And I'm not the same as Professor McGonagall! Anyone with a little sense and a little kindness will think so when they see your current attitude. !”

"Then what do you want me to do?" DeWitt didn't think this was a big deal from beginning to end. At most, he would be more cautious until he saw the true appearance of the troll.He and Hermione's thinking were divergent. He also knew that this was not Hermione's problem, and he had no problem himself, but he couldn't help but push back, but in a calm tone: "Am I the one who is crying and calling for my mother now?" Did you realize your mistake?"

"Is that what I mean?" Hermione put down the quill in her hand. She changed her posture, twisted from the sofa in the lounge, stared at DeWitt and asked, "Your behavior is full of irresponsibility for yourself. , I didn’t say you must be afraid, I just hope you can think more about it and consider safety when encountering similar situations.”

"Professor Quirrell asked me to go," DeWitt knew that such a reason was stupid, but he still had to say: "He said it was a test of my learning results."

After hearing this, Hermione's anger dissipated, and she stared at DeWitt's eyes for a long time, as if she could read DeWitt's heart by doing so.After a while, she asked very, very seriously: "Is this true?"

"of course it's true."

"Let's go!" They were sitting in the lounge talking quietly, but now Hermione pulled DeWitt to get up. She gritted her teeth and said, "Let's go find Professor McGonagall! She is the Vice-Principal, and now Professor Quirrell I want to harm you..."

"I've already told her." DeWitt sat still. He patted Hermione's hand to signal her to relax and asked Hermione to sit down again.

"What is Professor McGonagall going to do?" Hermione asked, "When will Hogwarts fire Professor Quirrell?"

"No evidence."

"what?"

"No evidence."

Hermione was silent, and she said angrily: "But Professor Quirrell wants you to die! Doesn't the school care about this?"

"There is no evidence," DeWitt repeated one last time, and then said: "You believe me because we have a good relationship, right? If you encounter similar problems, I will definitely believe you. I don't think you will cheat. People who are friends.”

Hermione blushed a little. Although everyone was still young, the opposite sex was still a little... happy, or moved, and maybe some other emotions quietly surging in the deepest part of her mind.

"But from the professors' point of view, there are more things to consider, such as the reputation of Hogwarts, such as the future of Professor Quirrell - what if he was framed by me?" DeWitt seemed to be commenting on two things. Ant's life and death calmly explained: "These are all possibilities, and each possibility has corresponding consequences, so professors cannot make rash decisions."

"Then just do nothing?" Hermione agreed with DeWitt's analysis, but this did not mean that she accepted this situation.

"At least no points were deducted, and the professor also took measures," DeWitt said jokingly: "Professor McGonagall put me in solitary confinement again..."

"? This is not a matter of deducting house points. Of course, house points are also very important..." Hermione stopped talking. She held her breath to confirm that DeWitt said "Professor McGonagall has put him in solitary confinement again" and not I heard wrongly.

"Gives me a suitable excuse to stop studying with Professor Quirrell." DeWitt saw that Hermione had misunderstood.

"Then what is Professor Quirrell's purpose?"

"I'm thinking about this too," DeWitt said: "He must have some purpose..."

Hermione couldn't imagine Professor Quirrell's purpose, so the topic could only be shelved. They had to go to class now.

After finishing the confinement in the library that night, DeWitt had to rush to Hagrid's hut without stopping, but Hagrid was not in the house today. He was pushing a cart covered with a big black cloth.There was a large shovel stuck between the handlebar and the board. The shovel was a bit too big for Hagrid.

"Some garbage came out of the castle today," Hagrid lifted the handle of the car and accidentally shook off some black cloth, releasing a smell that was more disgusting than a living troll.He immediately stuffed the cloth back and said, "It stinks. We have to go deeper today and bury this thing in the soil."

DeWitt asked knowingly: "What's in here?"

"This is something not suitable for children to know," Hagrid said perfunctorily: "Come on, it will take a long time to bury this thing. It's all Professor Snape's fault for picking and choosing, leaving a disgusting mess... "

When leaving, Hagrid pulled Fang up as usual.Yaya ran around the cart and pushed his nose under the black cloth of the cart. When Heigla took him away, he scolded: "The big man is hiding food! The big man is hiding food!"

Hagrid couldn't understand what Yaya said, and he couldn't bear to hit Yaya, so he had to pull Yaya to his legs when Yaya was about to tear off the black cloth.

"Alas," Hagrid said helplessly to DeWitt, "I can't control it anymore, let's go."

Yaya barked softly, but kept saying "delicious".

Going deeper from the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, the dark atmosphere becomes thicker and thicker, and the moonlight changes in different areas depending on the density of the branches and leaves of the trees.Coming to an open space along the untraveled path, Hagrid said to DeWitt: "It's right here. I'll dig a hole. Don't run around."

Taking the shovel off the cart, Hagrid grabbed the handle and stepped hard on the rear edge of the big shovel, letting the sharp and shiny front end penetrate into the earth. Then he put his feet on the ground, lifted it hard, and shoveled it. Big chunks of dirt.He kept repeating this action until a big hole appeared on the ground. The hole was so deep that even Hagrid couldn't see the top of his head even if he jumped into it. He was still shoveling soil up there, shovel after shovel.

DeWitt took this opportunity to assess Hagrid's strength. He stretched his head and looked into the pit - after doing such heavy work at an astonishing speed, Hagrid was only a little out of breath.

After digging the hole, Hagrid said again: "You should go further away and remember to stay with Fang Ya. The buried things are not suitable for you to see."

So DeWitt took Yaya's dog leash and walked around several trees. Under the cold moonlight, he came behind a bush, rubbed the hair on the back of Yaya's neck, and simply sat on the grass, continuing to think about Professor Quirrell. the goal of.

All the plants turned black.

Raising his hand to brush away a spider that was startled and ran away in the wrong direction, DeWitt heard Yaya say again: "Ah, it's delicious..."

Yaya was still thinking about it, thinking about the smelly delicious food under the black cloth. After all, he was a dog. Dewitt scratched Yaya's thick hair again.

"Delicious..." DeWitt heard it again. He thought it was Yaya barking again, and he rubbed Yaya's dog head vigorously, but this time Yaya did not lick the palm of his hand docilely.

The hound stood up and looked in one direction of the dark forest.