harry potter book of crimes

The Werther family will eventually die.

The old head of the family actually knew in his heart that the fall of the family was almost inevitable at this point. Because even if they were just recovered, they were the only family in the world that still had the inheritance of demon summoning.

When Haierbo chose to use the devil's body to achieve his "great cause", the demise of the Werther family was almost doomed.

After all, who would want to leave open the possibility of someone who knows his own weaknesses?

Even though they actually don't know what the so-called "weaknesses" of demons are.

"Master, we are surrounded by living corpses outside. If we...if we don't attack, they will probably attack us!"

A clan member rushed in from the door in a hurry, forgetting to even knock on the door. However, the old family leader no longer paid attention to these rules that had to be followed in the past, let alone blamed him.

"Let everyone stop moving... As long as they haven't moved, we shouldn't move either." The old family leader shook his head and said, "Those are just the living dead who were resurrected after their souls were torn apart, they are not something to be afraid of...

…Just don’t do anything, understand?”

"But, why"

Before the wizard had finished asking, the old patriarch gave him a sudden glare, forcing him to take back his words. The old patriarch had been in charge of the Witte family for so many years. The majesty of the patriarch had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and he did not dare to exceed it at all.

Half a step.

"Okay, let's get down!"

Seeing the door being gently closed again, the old owner tiredly took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead, and then let out a long sigh.

He was not allowed to take the initiative, and naturally he would not take any chances, hoping that Haierbo would let them go for the sake of the Witte family being quite obedient.

Haierbo is definitely not the kind of soft-hearted person, absolutely not!

And the reason why he did this was entirely to preserve the last bit of hope in the Werther family as much as possible. He had already given away his two grandsons. As long as the fire can be left, the Werther family cannot be regarded as completely destroyed.

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As for the person entrusted by the old family master, it was his youngest son, Charlotte's father Norman Witt.

"Helpo, you must understand that the living dead alone can't do anything to my Witte family. Plus that guy McClain has cut off most of your subordinates... you will definitely come here in person, right?"

He sat behind the large desk, slightly pursed his dry lips, and thought secretly.

"Come on! We can't go anywhere, and we won't go anywhere... I, the Witte family, are waiting for you here to let you kill to your heart's content."

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise downstairs. It was the sound of the enchanted wall of the house being knocked down like a child's building blocks.

The old master knew that the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

However, he was not anxious because of this. Even after that, there were continuous crashing sounds and wailing sounds below, but his movements were still slow and unhurried.

I saw him picking up his wand from the shelf next to him, then gently moving his chair and walking to the center of the study.

Then, he turned his wand upside down and made a slight stroke from top to bottom. The daily robe he was wearing suddenly turned into an old wizard's robe that looked quite simple and simple.

The six-pointed star array with gold patterns on a black background, plus the goat horns, wand, and family crest with a narrow blue eye are the only decorations on this black wizard robe.

This is the clothing of the head of the Werther family that has been passed down from generation to generation. It has no special function. It just represents the inheritance of the Werther family, nothing more.

After changing his clothes, the old master spread his legs again and walked step by step towards the door of the study.

A moment later, when he walked down the stairs and into the hall, he saw that this place had turned into a hell on earth.

"...Witt."

"Everyone in this family is called 'Witt', Mr. Herb."

The old head of the house was holding a wand in his hand, wearing a black robe, and his vicissitudes of white hair actually looked a bit abrupt. Especially in the hall where everything was dyed scarlet, the contrast was even more sharp.

Old Werther stood by the stairs, looking at the tall black figure standing in the center. His eyes seemed a little shaken. Is it the "devil"? Something summoned by the forbidden magic that their family has lost several times?

After staring for a moment, he silently looked away and glanced around the hall.

It seems that Haierbo has not yet slaughtered all the tribesmen here, but they have all been forced into a corner and trembled. Death or immortality is just a matter of Haierbo's thoughts.

"Oh, are they all Werther...then, what is your name?"

"Sir, are you still willing to remember my name?" The old master tightened the wand in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "That is truly an honor."

"Um, no"

But Haierbo didn't even look at him. He just shook his red and greasy palms and said casually:

"I just asked the question... If you want me to remember it, you have to show enough strength for me to remember it. For example, that magical young man McClain."

As soon as he finished saying this, the old family leader saw Haierbo's figure suddenly disappear from his sight. Immediately, a warning sign rose in his heart, and his body shape also became illusory.

The next second, a huge fist suddenly appeared from behind him and punched through his figure.

But at that moment, the old family master's figure, which turned from real to ethereal, suddenly jumped forward, like a black and gray ghost, and rushed into the distance of more than ten feet.

Then, the two of them seemed to have exchanged positions with each other, and nothing happened.

After a few seconds of silence, Haierbo suddenly nodded as if he understood something. He looked at the afterimage trace left by the movement of the old patriarch and said:

"You're going to die."

This inexplicable sentence seemed to be stating a fact, and it did not contain any provocation.

"Yes, sir."

The old head of the family didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it, and frankly confirmed Haierbo's statement.

In fact, this is a kind of soul magic originating from ancient times, which turns oneself into a half-virtual and half-real soul state at the cost of giving up life.

Haierbo's movements just now were too fast. Even though the old family leader was also moving very quickly, he actually couldn't avoid the former's attack. It was entirely because of this magic that can be immune to physical attacks that he survived unharmed.

Left the place.

It's a pity that such a magic with huge cost but little effect is useless in Haierbo's eyes.

"Obviously, you're not good enough for me to remember your name."