Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Chapter 119 The news in exchange

Finding out what he had for breakfast was an exaggeration. What DeWitt wanted was news that could be heard now. Lucius Malfoy happened to know something about Gilderoy Lockhart and gave him the important news. Speak out:

"He's a reputation-seeking guy," he said of Gilderoy Lockhart: "He uses some tricks, who knows what tricks, to achieve something, and then cooperates - he doesn't ask for much money. , I just want to create some big scenes, and do whatever it takes to be in the limelight."

"Very interesting," DeWitt crossed his arms and nodded slightly, indicating: "Keep talking."

"It's a pleasure to work with him. There are actually a lot of people who know about this, but because he makes money..." Lucius' expression was as usual, and he was not ashamed of it: "He dealt with those ignorant women and girls. We have a skill and can make a lot of money from those people."

"We can find the right person," DeWitt said. "At least selling books is a consensual thing."

"There must be something wrong with him," Mr. Malfoy said firmly, "but no one is willing to investigate. As long as no one knows, when something happens, they will not be able to blame him. There is no risk in this kind of money, earning little trouble." Everyone likes to do it.”

"Go check it out when you get back today," DeWitt ordered, "and notify me of the results as soon as possible."

"There's another news about Lockhart."

"Say quickly." DeWitt had already seen Hermione looking for him everywhere.

"He's going to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!"

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"Dumbledore must be old-sighted," Mr. Malfoy said viciously: "To be able to choose such an idiot as a professor, his headmaster is almost at the end..."

"If Dumbledore doesn't want you to be the principal?" DeWitt mocked.

But Lucius really started to think about it.

"Dumbledore is definitely a qualified principal. He is smart and perceptive. There is no doubt that he is a good person. And what about you?" DeWitt remembered Dumbledore well. Although the old man was mysterious and liked to say some mysterious things, But he helped himself. Now when he heard Lucius saying bad things about Dumbledore, DeWitt was certainly not happy to hear it: "Choose a bullshit Voldemort as the boss - let me tell you, you really haven't considered following him. What are you doing, Dumbledore? How can following Dumbledore be better than being treated like Voldemort? You have no vision."

This actually ignores the risk of disobeying Voldemort. It is good to follow Dumbledore, but fighting against Voldemort means the risk of being cast a death curse at any time. At the same time, it also involves ideological issues, but there is no time. After careful discussion, DeWitt just said it and that was it. After all, no matter what he said was outrageous, Lucius Malfoy would not refute him.

He even said that even if he pointed at Lucius's nose and scolded him, he would just say "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

After finishing talking, DeWitt turned and left.

Lucius Malfoy, who was left behind, was also smiling flatteringly after DeWitt turned around. It wasn't until DeWitt's figure completely disappeared among the dense crowd at Flourishes and Blotts that the smile on his face slowly disappeared. He said viciously "Damn it!"

"Father, who are you talking to?" Draco Malfoy came over holding the book.

"No one, you heard me wrong," a fatherly smile flashed across Mr. Malfoy's face, and he quickly suppressed it after thinking of Draco's results. He saw the Weasley family in the distance, and now they also He no longer felt like going up to say hello: "Let's go home."

The Malfoys just went back.

DeWitt hasn't left yet.

"Where have you been?" Hermione asked: "This is your book. I also took the one I gave you by the way. Did you see Harry? After he knew that Ms. Fierre was your mother, he said Looking for you, he's with the Weasleys."

DeWitt went to look for Harry again. Lucius saw the Weasley family and of course he also saw it. It was not difficult to find a few moving red-haired heads in the crowd. He pushed aside the crowd and walked over. Say hello to the twins, then say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and finally Harry - as soon as he saw DeWitt, Harry's expression was a little strange, and he didn't care about the other people around him. He pulled DeWitt aside. Walk away, while whispering: "Something weird happened to me."

"Just tell me." DeWitt thought about what it was that had to come to him.

"Do you know about house elves?" Harry asked nervously.

"I know," this was only known because of Malfoy, DeWitt nodded: "What's the matter? You have one?"

"Of course I didn't," Harry laughed for a moment as if he had heard a joke, then returned to his taut and nervous look and said, "I... um... met one during the holidays."

"Let's get to the point quickly," DeWitt said helplessly: "Are you going to stay in the bookstore tonight and talk to me all night?"

"I'm just worried that you don't believe it...Okay, let me tell you quickly," Harry pursed his dry lips and said, "A house elf named Dobby found my aunt's house..."

DeWitt nodded calmly.

"He intercepted all the incoming and outgoing letters. He said the reason he did this was to protect me. Of course I wanted to ask where the danger was, but he didn't tell me. Later I lied to him - he said you - The original words meant 'DeWitt is a dangerous man'."

Harry quickly finished telling the news he knew, but he didn't know what he was nervous about now. After rethinking his approach and thoughts, he looked at DeWitt - DeWitt's black eyes flashed. He was moving with an inexplicable expression, the lines on his face were surprisingly hard, the rhythm of his breathing was smooth and steady, but the corners of his mouth had a subtle arc, as if he had heard some ironic jokes and played the leading role in them. .

After waiting for a while, Harry heard DeWitt say slowly: "So... do you think I am dangerous?"

"If I had thought so, I wouldn't have come to tell you," Harry said, gaining calm strength from DeWitt's attitude.

"That makes sense," DeWitt agreed, "Dobby didn't hurt you, did he?"

"He - indirectly hurt me," Harry's face was suddenly filled with sorrow, and he said distressedly: "He caused my uncle's business to fail, and then I was locked up. It was Fred, George and Ron came to pick me up in their car."

DeWitt smiled and said: "Oh, this is not a big deal, thank you for reminding..."

"Aren't you worried?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"There's nothing to worry about," DeWitt said calmly: "You don't have to think about it anymore. Just say Dobby's name and I'll know how to solve it. My mother knows that Dobby is from the Malfoy family. House elf, she will communicate with the Malfoy family on my behalf to resolve this issue."

Seeing Harry's confused expression, DeWitt sighed more and more helplessly. If Harry hadn't reported the news to him, there would be no psychological burden for him to leave like this. Now...

"Let me tell you in detail, seeing as you are so curious," DeWitt quickly made up an excuse and said, "About Dobby, everything about Malfoy..."