Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Chapter 124 Methods of Learning

"What kind of person is your father?"

After leaving the lake house, DeWitt returned home. He did not immediately go to the basement to conduct experiments. Instead, he took Ms. Feier to sit in the living room and chat, and that's when he suddenly became interested.

Freya Feier was a little confused. She was lost in her memories. She was stunned for a long time while holding the ceramic tea cup, and then hesitantly said: "He... is a mixed-race wizard with poor grades. He likes to complain about everything in the magical world. Quite disgusting, he hated my mother."

"why?"

"My mother was also a Ravenclaw, and she had excellent grades. Speaking of my father, she would recall her time at Hogwarts, but - only the relationship was good at the beginning - and then it developed... ...Later, just like my husband and I, the difference is that the outcome was different. They died in the war started by the mysterious man. Maybe marrying me to a Muggle was to protect me? I don’t know - married After that, I never saw them again, and my husband wouldn’t let me see them, and the last news I heard about them was that they were dead.”

"So you haven't experienced father's love?" DeWitt suddenly regained his psychological balance. He shamefully found comfort in the feeling of sympathy for others.

"If hitting is kissing and scolding is love..."

"Oh, obviously the beating you are talking about is for no reason. Let's not talk about these sad things," DeWitt said: "I heard some news from Harry Potter today."

He told Ms. Feyre about Dobby, and asked her to write a letter to the Malfoy family, to keep Dobby under strict supervision, and to issue an order not to contact Harry Potter again. If it still didn't work... Then the property that is not helping may have to be "disposed of".Although Dobby had long been given an order not to reveal secrets, it now seemed that he had been slipped through a loophole.

"Go ahead," DeWitt felt unsafe again: "Let Lucius be the witness and let Narcissa and Dobby make an unbreakable oath - let me tell you, for a house elf, this kind of oath is that useful?"

Ms. Feier shook her head. She didn't know either, but she knew one thing: "A house elf will never disobey its master's orders, and there is no need to swear."

"Okay, so be it." DeWitt sighed. He couldn't really kill Dobby, could he?Dobby is not wrong. He behaves like a character with a righteous heart and firm goals. Harry can be considered a friend. Dobby helping his friend is not a bad thing. If he kills him like this - On the one hand, it will make DeWitt look like a villain, but on the other hand, it will not advance the plot.

Then DeWitt told Ms. Feier about the unexpected situation he encountered while walking, and said: "Can you investigate it? It doesn't feel right to find someone to investigate without personally participating. By the way - I want a few guns, pistols, rifles, shotguns, machine guns, submachine guns...anything will do."

Of course Ms. Feier would agree. She would refuse anyone, but she would meet all DeWitt's demands.

The days became stable again.

A day later, Ms. Feier obtained the information and the gun.

"The dead father's daughter's name is Emma Grossman," DeWitt said while flipping through the file: "The dead man was also charged with murder... It's really weird, but I have a bold idea. The man's soul communicated. He said he wanted to protect his daughter. Is it possible that these people who died in the hands of this man were actually killed by a little girl? Otherwise, how could he say protection? But I’m not worried—a little girl who doesn’t know any magic, do you think her dark thoughts can be hidden from the Sorting Hat and Dumbledore?”

"It depends on whether she will remember what she has done during the sorting ceremony. She has to think about it before it will be seen," Ms. Feier said. "If what you said is true, maybe the Sorting Hat will set a precedent." , sort that girl into Azkaban on the spot."

"Ha, that will definitely cause a sensation." DeWitt smiled and stopped caring about the matter. His eyes had been glancing at the things next to the information from the beginning - a pistol and a shotgun.After saying this, he eagerly but unfamiliarly picked up the gun and began to admire it.

First, he touched it, starting from the wooden stock with natural texture, to the trigger and then to the metal barrel. DeWitt couldn't put it down. He was hungry, and he was satisfied with the violent beauty contained in the smooth shape of the industrial creation.

"How to use it?" DeWitt asked Ms. Feier.

"Don't worry." Ms. Feier took out a crystal bottle with silver floc inside, which was floating. Then she took out a silver stone basin from her pocket, with ancient magic inscriptions engraved on it.

"A brand-new Pensieve, I made one for our own use. It's a pity that you don't know Legilimency, otherwise you can use these memories directly, but there are also benefits to using the Pensieve to look at the memories. We can look at it together." Ms. Feier Open the cork, pour the contents of the bottle into the pensieve, and stir it with the wand - this is a housewife's habit, just like beating eggs to stir batter, she does it subconsciously.

The silver substance in the stone basin began to rotate, forming a vortex that looked like a pool of water.

“Put your head in,” Ms. Feier taught DeWitt, “and you’ll see the memory.”

She did so first, then looked up quickly.

DeWitt saw that during this short process, the Pensieve seemed to have no bottom, and the silver substance just submerged Ms. Feier's lowered head, revealing a section of her white neck. When she lifted it up, the contents of the basin were The liquid was not affected at all, just like Ms. Fierre.

"Just like this," she said.

"You said we could watch it together," DeWitt asked, "but this basin isn't big enough for two people's heads."

"I use the wand the same way because I learned a bit about Legilimency."

Ms. Feier and DeWitt looked at each other openly, and she smiled demurely. In the end, DeWitt said nothing, and he buried his head in the pensieve.

The pensieve turned into a bottomless well, and DeWitt concluded that he had fallen headlong into it, but he soon understood that this was magic that acted on the level of consciousness. His body did not actually move. If he wanted to withdraw, he could withdraw at any time. It's okay, he still has awareness of the external environment.

Soon, DeWitt stabilized his body and began to observe the surrounding environment.

This should be a shooting range.

The displayed area is not large, and there are silver shadows shaking in some vague places. Probably the owner of the memory cannot remember what is there.There were two men with guns standing in the shooting range. One was teaching the other how to shoot.

Step by step, the essence of all the explanations is extracted, until all the steps required for shooting are completed, and this memory that has been cut and trimmed is completely over.

Then the people disappeared, then the scene disappeared, and finally DeWitt felt that some source behind him released a powerful attraction, grabbing his consciousness out of the deep water of the pensieve and stuffing it back into his body.

Ms. Feier poured DeWitt a glass of water and asked with concern: "How do you feel?"