Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

"There's something wrong with you." Now that she was traveling at night, Hermione was already familiar with it. She walked her usual route and said to DeWitt: "I haven't seen you these days. What are you busy with?"

DeWitt did not reveal anything about the curse, but instead asked, "Have you read the book on the faeries?"

"I saw it." Sure enough, reading could divert Hermione's attention. She replied distressedly: "Isn't that just a fairy tale? It's not beautiful enough if it's a fairy tale. It's not rigorous enough if it's historical science. I I can't find the source... I really don't know how to classify it. It seems useless after looking at it. I brought it, do you want to return it today?"

DeWitt didn't answer. His tongue was now long and thin, and he accidentally tied a knot in his mouth. He couldn't speak at all, so he could only point to his throat and shake his hands.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly, her eyes shining in the moonlight: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is your throat inflamed? Why don't you go back to sleep, and I'll go and say goodbye to the fairies at another time?"

DeWitt covered his mouth and motioned to go ahead.

Hermione said nothing more. She walked around DeWitt a few times to make sure there was nothing unusual before she felt relieved.

However, DeWitt concealed the secret for nearly two days, and it was revealed as soon as he saw the fairy. When the fairy emerged from the water, he slid along the water and scooped up the sparkling lake water and said: "You have been cursed, please let me help you lift it..."

"Stop, there's no need." DeWitt has been trying to untie his tongue all the way. Now that it's untied, he can speak, but he's a little tired beyond imagination. He's too lazy to make up any excuses, and it's obvious that Just seeing it, I simply expressed my thoughts directly: "I want to see the subsequent changes."

Combined with DeWitt's abnormality, Hermione immediately thought of something. She asked: "What happened? What does the curse mean?"

"Someone cursed him," the fairy said. DeWitt thought about stopping it, but since it had started, there was no point in hiding it. It would be better if someone explained for him: "He is going to be turned into an animal."

In the bright wonderland, Hermione searched DeWitt's question carefully again - of course she couldn't tell anything was wrong.

"I used magic to suppress the changes," DeWitt said before Hermione could ask the fairy: "Otherwise there will be trouble - my appearance has begun to change, which is actually a bit scary."

"Since you know the seriousness of the situation, you should take it seriously." Hermione felt that DeWitt's idea was too outrageous. She could not understand this behavior of making fun of her own body. Of course, she did not know DeWitt's idea of ​​quickly lifting the curse. Confidence: "Have you not considered the situation when the curse gets out of control? Turning into an animal..." The more she thought about it, the more terrifying the result became, and she couldn't help but get angry: "Have you considered the consequences?"

"I am convinced that I can control this curse, and the medium of this curse requires very precious materials, and I also want to study the orthodox method of breaking the curse based on practical examples. If I am lucky... it is actually possible to know how this curse works. "Yes." DeWitt felt a little embarrassed.

"The curse is already very serious," the fairy said lightly. She was still crying, but it was hard to say whether these tears had any sympathy for DeWitt: "When you completely turned into an animal for the first time, you turned into a beast. It will become a phenomenon that will always be with you. In each cycle, you will transform into a beast at a fixed time, and the time of beast transformation will become longer and longer, until the gaps in each cycle are filled, completely turning into an animal, and being completely lost. .”

"So you are the only one who can save him?" Hermione didn't think that a freshman like DeWitt could solve such a terrible curse. She begged the fairy: "Save him, beautiful and kind lady..."

But the fairy did not reply. Although she was willing to eliminate the evil curse, she also had to consider DeWitt's will - personal freedom, the freedom to die. Do you understand?

"Where is the ghost who wants to meet us?" DeWitt simply ignored Hermione's opinion. Time was precious, and eight hours of sleep could not be wasted for too long.

"Alice? Alice—" The fairy confirmed that DeWitt would not change her mind, and she called softly. The gentle call was like a gust of wind blowing across the lake, echoing in the Valley of Tears.

This name made Hermione forget DeWitt's condition - after all, DeWitt looked really normal. She looked around in surprise, but the ghost called by the fairy descended from above.

Butterflies with light wings were flying in a small blue whirlwind. This wind held up a pair of black boots that reached to the knees. Inside the boots were a pair of slender legs, and the legs were covered with black and white horizontal striped stockings - —There is also a part of the content that cannot be seen under the fluttering hem of the dark blue dress.

The long blue dress has two short puff sleeves, and the snow-white neck and arms are exposed. What is strange is that there is a white apron on the outside of the long dress, as if someone is wearing such a dress. It seemed like she still needed to do housework, and what was even more conspicuous was the blood stain on her apron - maybe this young woman who fell from the sky also worked as a butcher?

The young woman stretched her arms in the air and landed slowly. Her loose and smooth black hair made Hermione envious. She glanced at DeWitt for a few times and said boredly: "Haha - we meet again."

Normal ghosts are gray and white, but in Wonderland, everything about this ghost has color. When DeWitt heard the voice, he remembered that this was the ghost girl who had communicated with him after the troll entered the castle. Well.

"Is it you?" DeWitt couldn't help but sigh at the coincidence: "This is really..."

Hermione interrupted and asked, "You... know each other?"

"I go everywhere," the ghost girl stood on tiptoes to play the game of "walking in a straight line." "I came to the Magic Castle during Halloween, and I happened to see -" She glanced at DeWitt and continued: "This has Secret Boy.”

“We talked a few words,” DeWitt said, “and we didn’t even know each other’s names.”

"Alice," Alice gently lifted the hem of her skirt, bent her knees, bowed slightly and performed a standard curtsy: "Alice Liddell."

DeWitt nodded casually and said, "Just call me DeWitt."

Hermione was confused by the solemn etiquette that Alice picked up at her fingertips. She was not wearing a formal dress, so she could only give a simple half-bow and said: "My name is Hermione Granger."

The fairy had no name, so the fairy did not speak. She curiously looked at the self-introductions of the three people with her tearful eyes.

"So, eh? You're still crying?" Alice jumped in front of the Winx, who was now standing on the water, and said, "After all these years?"

"I cry for you..." the fairy said in the gentlest tone.

DeWitt observed Alice carefully - even without psychic vision, combined with the changes in Alice and the last time they met, he was able to determine that she was closely connected to Wonderland.After all, ghosts always remain the same as they were at the moment of death. I have never heard of a ghost that can change into new clothes, and have colors other than gray and white - combined with the particularity of the fairyland and the name of the ghost, it is obvious .

"I heard what you said," Alice no longer paid attention to the fairies. She also didn't look at DeWitt and Hermione, and said to herself: "I was only allowed to enter Wonderland, but after I die, Wonderland will It's changed. I can't decide everything that happens here, or I've never been able to completely control it. If you want to take her away... I have no objection, and she has no objection, that's fine, but I don't know. How can I help you? As the words used by your wizards say, I am just a Muggle. Oh, I have to add a prerequisite - before death."

"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving now," Alice's green eyes deliberately avoided DeWitt, and she wrinkled her little nose in displeasure and said, "Also, you've become smelly, I see. You will feel a strange smell when you get there, but I am already dead and have no sense of smell... This is really strange... In short, you make me not want to get close to you now - you are dirtier than being stained with monster blood."