The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

The Malfoys did not answer. They wanted to retain the last bit of dignity before this humiliating question. They forgot that they did not take advantage of it when they had the opportunity.

He wanted to humiliate others, but ended up being crushed by force. But what if it were someone else? He would only be teased by the Mal couple with some aristocratic etiquette, and maybe he would become a joke when discussing with other purebloods.

, and may even be coerced in turn.

In fact, the Malfoys are still not convinced. They think that DeWitt used a sneak attack like a reckless man, which is dishonorable and despicable. If it is a head-on confrontation with magic, they will definitely not lose... Of course, the actual result is probably scum.

There is nothing left. But they don’t think so, because it is also important to be unconvinced - no matter how angry you are, you can only endure it. This look of swallowing it is really pleasant to see.

"I advise you not to resist," DeWitt said lazily: "Within seven steps, your fist will definitely be faster than you can pull out the wand, and you can't hit it from seven steps away, not to mention that your wand has been confiscated.

Here——"

He raised his chin at Ms. Feier.

The Malfoys were not stupid enough to yell. In fact, up to now, they only looked embarrassed, but they had not lost their grace, and there was still a light of self-respect in their eyes. They dared not answer DeWitt's questions, and even

In turn, ask: "What do you want to do?"

When he said this, Mr. Malfoy seemed quite calm and composed, but based on her own experience, Ms. Feier knew that he was going to be in trouble.

Sure enough, DeWitt released a not too strong thunder and lightning, which hit the Malfoy couple at the same time, forcing their muscles to contract, and their entire bodies arched towards the extreme angle. It looked like the muscles were about to break the bones.

, DeWitt stopped again and said softly: "Don't answer questions with questions. How many times do I have to repeat this?"

Ms. Feier breathed a sigh of relief, taking solace in DeWitt's different approach to the same problem.

"But I will also answer your question," DeWitt walked over and turned Mrs. Malfoy over with his feet - wizards always manage to look older, and their pampering makes Narcissa Malfoy unique, although

She was not as good-looking as Freya Feir. If it had been someone else at another time, the story might have been different. But DeWitt just took out his wand, squatted down and pressed the tip against the woman's throat, and held it for a moment.

Some bright red blood comes out when you exert force——

"Don't touch her!" Lucius Malfoy's eyes were splitting as he squeezed out a weak roar from the depths of his throat.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to be quite humane," DeWitt pretended to be surprised: "I thought that a noble nobleman like you, a top-notch pure-blood wizard, would be as cold-blooded and ruthless as those gentlemen in novels -

—It is said that a dead wife can be compared with promotion and wealth, but it seems to you...it seems very different?"

Lucius Malfoy let out an inhuman roar of despair, and his wife began to cry, and tremblingly stretched out her hand to hold her husband's hand, which was still twitching. This consumed all her strength.

DeWitt stopped talking. He pushed the wand slowly and controlled it at the most dangerous point by feeling. At this time, if a fly hit it again, it might puncture the artery. This was DeWitt's personal experience. He had been hit by a fly.

I've had a needle stuck in my throat, so I'm very familiar with it now.

"You guys act like I'm a villain," DeWitt still felt aggrieved. He said unhappily: "It's you who stir up trouble, it's you who are greedy, it's you who humiliate us... You want what we have but don't

You take the initiative to come to your door, which shows that you are not sincere; when you arrive at your door and there is no owner to greet you, what is the point of sending a kid over? Let’s really start talking - listen to what you say, now you don’t have a penny, and you won’t get any benefits, just

Let me frame my friend... Do you really think I will believe that we will share 80% of the profit in the end? Do you treat me like a pig? Huh?"

By the end of the sentence, DeWitt was almost yelling and questioning him sternly. He, a good man with an advantage and a famous teacher, was furious.

"But it doesn't matter. What you did made me choose the way to treat you - magic, it's such a good thing." DeWitt pulled out the bloodless wand from Mrs. Malfoy's neck and flicked it.

Listening to the suppressed clear vibrato, he looked at this object that symbolized power and said: "It brings another possibility, a new road. Just like today, I can't convince you with words, and I don't have the courage to

Why impose economic sanctions on a lot of gold galleons? I don’t even know the big shots in the magic world to help me speak for me, but I only need a magic wand to make everything obey my will."

"The improvement of personal force has opened up a new path. Choose, you two, do you give everything you have to save your lives, or let me help you look decent?"

"I'll give everything! I'll give everything!" Lucius Malfoy shouted hoarsely in panic: "As long as you let my wife go..."

"What are you talking about? You have no rice noodles, how could I kill your wife?" DeWitt picked up his collar and lifted him up - but now he was not tall enough, so he could only lift his upper body to let Lucius

Half-sitting down, without any further mention, Ms. Feier helped Mrs. Malfoy up, making the couple face each other, and then said enthusiastically: "All you need to do is make an oath, make an... unbreakable oath,

This is a good new thing I have learned - if you break the oath, you will die, right? It is kind enough. I am not like the god king in the void, who will dig up the dead and continue to use them as skeletons. What kind of sacred contract should I use?

Lock your men for eternity... Come on, come on, swear an unbreakable oath."

After consulting Ms. Feier, this was the most effective method she said. DeWitt thought it was very good, and the oath must be strict. He also thought about it for a long time, and first said to Ms. Feier: "Come on, you

Come be a witness."

"You hold hands."

The Malfoy couple's right hands were clasped together—in fact, they hadn't let go since just now.

"Next, I will say the content of the oath. You must remember it clearly. When repeating it, you must not make a mistake in a syllable. If you make a mistake, I will kill the other one - do you understand?"

As long as only one person from the Malfoy family is being coerced, DeWitt's plan today will not go so smoothly. Of course, he also sees that people in this family care about the safety of their loved ones, so the real effective threat is from another person.

Life, but the Malfoys can only obey in numbness and humiliation - is there any chance to resist? Not at all, they are paralyzed, and now they don't even have the ability to control their bodies.

"Uh... DeWitt?" Ms. Feier suddenly said: "You seem to have used too much force. She seems to be speechless."

"Then give her a few slaps."

Ms. Feier asked again: "How hard?"

His wife was about to be hurt. Lucius Malfoy realized this problem and was so anxious that he dared not speak out in anger. He wanted to put his arms around his wife, but he was afraid that his obstruction would anger the little kid DeWitt.

Due to his apparent mania, all his limbs moved erratically until DeWitt glanced at him from the corner of his eye and he froze.

"Open her mouth," DeWitt said, "and see if she puked."

Ms. Feier's strength was a little weak, and Narcissa Malfoy was clenching her teeth and unable to relax her muscles. She had used up all the control she had for the rest of her life to hold her husband's hand just now, and now she couldn't open her mouth at all.

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"Get out of here," DeWitt said impatiently. He stepped forward and pinched both sides of Narcissa Malfoy's jaw, forcefully pressing open the joints locked by the muscles. After confirming that the trachea was not blocked by foreign objects, he

He patted the well-maintained face and said, "I'm not going to die, I'll be fine soon."

A series of actions brought unforgettable hatred. The Malfoys couldn't help but associate the treatment they received with the animals waiting to be slaughtered. Besides humiliation, there was also sadness. What about regret? Still not, rather, most of the humiliation.

The reason comes from the identities of both parties - how can a mixed-blood treat a noble pure-blood like this? How can ordinary people treat a noble like this?

But it doesn't matter. No matter how much hatred you have, you can only hide it in your heart. Soon, the Malfoys will be completely harmless.