Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After all, the Witt family is gone.

In fact, the homeowner also knew in his heart that to this day, the fall of the family is almost inevitable. Because even if it is only lost and recovered, they are the only family in the world that still has the demon summoning tradition.

When Haierbo chose to use the devil's body to achieve his "great cause", they were almost doomed to the demise of their Wit family.

After all, who would want to keep such a possibility that they would know their weaknesses?

Even though, they don't even know what the so-called "weakness" of the devil is.

"Homeowner, those corpses are already surrounded outside, we ... if we don't attack again, they will probably come in!"

A tribe hurried in from the door, forgetting to knock. However, with regard to the rules that had to be observed in the past, today's homeowners have not paid much attention to them, and have not given any more blame.

"Let everyone do nothing ... as long as they haven't moved yet, we don't move." The owner shook his head and said, "Those who are just living dead who have been resurrected after tearing their souls are not afraid ... ... just, don't do it, understand? "

"But why?"

The witch hadn't finished the question, and the old homeowner stared at him with a stunned glance, which forced him to take it back. The old homeowner had been in charge of the Witt family for so many years. Half a step.

"Okay, go on!"

Seeing that the door was closed again gently, the owner took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead with a little tiredness, and then sighed for a long time.

He was not allowed to take the initiative to attack, naturally he wouldn't be fortunate. He hoped that Haierbo would give them a shot at their fairly obedient family.

Haierbo is by no means the kind-hearted person, definitely not!

The reason he did so was to keep the last bit of the Wit family as much as possible. He hoped that he had already handed over his two grandchildren. As long as the tinder could be left, the Wit family could not be completely destroyed. .

As for the person entrusted by his homeowner, it was his youngest son, Norman Witt, the father of Charlotte.

"Haierbo, you definitely understand that those living and dead people can't help my Wit family. In addition, the boy from McLean cut off most of your men's power ... You will definitely come by yourself, won't you?"

He sat behind the wide desk, squinting his dry lips slightly, thinking secretly.

"Come on! We can't go anywhere, and we can't go anywhere ... My Wit family is waiting for you here, let you kill yourself."

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise downstairs, the wall of the house where the magic had been applied, and it was knocked down like a child's building block.

The old owner knew that the person he had been waiting for finally came.

However, he was not in a hurry. Even after that, there was a continuous sound of bangs and wailing sounds from below, but his movements were still intact.

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

Later, he saw that he turned the wand back and forth slightly from top to bottom, and the daily robe that was originally worn suddenly turned into an old wizard robe that looked quite simple and simple.

The six-pointed star array of black gold, plus goat horns, magic wands, and a narrow blue-eyed family crest are the only decorations on this black wizard robe.

This is the owner's clothing passed down from generation to generation of their Witt family, and it has no special utility, it just represents the inheritance of their Witt family, and nothing more.

After changing his clothes, the owner again opened his legs and walked towards the study door step by step.

After a while, as he walked down the stairs all the way to the hall, he saw that it had become a purgatory on earth.

"... Witt."

"The people in this family are called 'Witt', Mr. Haierbo."

His homeowner was holding a magic wand and wearing a black robe. His vicissitudes of white hair actually looked a bit abrupt. In particular, in this hall, which has been dyed scarlet everywhere, it is even more contrasting.

Old Vitus was standing by the stairs, looking at the tall black figure standing in the center. His eyes seemed to be a little shaken. Is that "devil"? How often has the taboo magic lost in their family?

After a slight gaze, he turned his gaze silently again and glanced around the hall.

It seems that Haierbo has not slaughtered all the people here, but they have been forced into the corner to tremble, and death or immortality is just a matter of Haierbo's thought.

"Oh, are they all Witte ... then, what's your name?"

"Sir, would you still remember my name?" The old owner tightened the wand in his hands and narrowed his eyes. "That is a great honor."

"Well, no"

But Haierbo didn't even look at him, just shook his red-stained palm slightly, and said casually:

"I just asked about the situation ... I want me to remember, but I have to show enough strength to me. For example, the amazing young man McLean."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the homeowner saw Haier Bo's figure disappearing from his vision. At that moment, the warning sign in his heart appeared, and his body shape became illusory.

The next second, a huge fist suddenly emerged from behind him, a blow passed through his figure.

But it was also at that instant that the owner of the home suddenly jumped forward from the real to the false figure, like a black-gray ghost darted into the distance of more than ten feet.

Then the two seemed to exchange positions with each other, and nothing happened.

A few seconds of quiet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Herbo suddenly nodded as if he understood something, watching the trace of the residual image left by the movement of the old owner:

"You are going to die."

This inexplicable sentence seems to be stating a fact, which does not contain any provocative meaning.

"Yes, sir."

The homeowner did not seem to be hiding the meaning, and frankly affirmed Haierbo's statement.

In fact, this is a kind of soul magic that originated in ancient times, and turned itself into a half-empty and half-solid soul state at the cost of giving up life.

Haierbo ’s movement was too fast just now. Do n’t look at the owner ’s movement very quickly, but he could n’t actually avoid the attack of the former. It was entirely because of this magic that was immune to physical attacks that he left the place intact.

Unfortunately, such a costly but ineffective magic, in Haierbo's eyes, is just a chicken rib.

"Obviously, you are not enough to let me remember your name."