The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

I'm going to die here today, Ron thought desperately, and he looked at his best friend Harry - Harry's eyes were still burning with the flames of anger, which could burn him out at any time.

And DeWitt...DeWitt, DeWitt, a person who is usually so smart, why is he so stupid now! Handing over the wand means completely losing hope of survival, why don't you understand?

Farewell, parents; Farewell, brothers and sisters; Farewell, the wand that has accompanied Wes home for decades - Ron looked sadly at the broken remains of the old wand at Voldemort's feet, and then looked at Dewey.

At that moment, I realized that I didn’t have any resentment in my heart, and it was nice to die with my friends.

"Then hand it over," Voldemort said viciously: "But I think you are smart enough to think of what will happen after meeting my conditions?"

The air gradually became humid, the protective spells were ready, and DeWitt's voice became muffled. He said with a smile: "You can guess whether I have any means to deal with it - Tom -

—I’ll just call you that, guess what?”

Voldemort was silent. He was shocked and confused, but he could not find any loopholes in his request. Therefore, DeWitt's words were just an empty city tactic when there was no retreat. He regained his confidence, but said more and more vigilantly: "Destroy first."

Got your wand."

DeWitt broke the wand with a "snap", threw a piece far away to his side, and said: "Is it okay? Am I doing a good enough job?"

"Where's the basilisk?"

DeWitt took out the suitcase containing the basilisk from his pocket and threw it in the direction of Voldemort.

"It's right inside."

Voldemort couldn't open it with one hand. He saw DeWitt's method of taking out the suitcase and thought he had found a blind spot: "Pocket! Take out that bag - throw it over too!"

DeWitt did as he was told.

Voldemort was still worried: "Take off your clothes."

"You're so disgusting." DeWitt said, he took off his robe, jacket, and shirt: "Do you want to see my muscles? What? Are you envious?"

"You only have this brute force that you can use now." Voldemort said sarcastically, but objectively speaking, he also admitted that when DeWitt exerted force, the muscle lines revealed on his body were strong and well-proportioned, which was the case for most wizards.

Not available: "And pants."

Voldemort deliberately humiliated DeWitt.

"Then you kill me," DeWitt stopped moving and seemed to have begun to wear out his clothes: "You will never take off your pants."

"Are you afraid of inferiority?"

"I'm afraid you'll feel inferior."

Voldemort sneered and avoided the topic. Judging from his own situation, even compared with an underdeveloped child, no matter which body he has, he is more likely to have low self-esteem.

"It's not the time yet," he said arrogantly: "It's too easy to kill you now, and I - keep my promise, you two - go over."

The restraints on Harry and Ron's feet were untied. They struggled against the silent magic and ran over with a bump - their hands were still tied together.

Looking at the scene where his friends were about to gather, Voldemort smiled happily. Now, a tiny hope had been ignited in the hearts of DeWitt, Harry and Ron. If one of them was killed at this time, it would definitely be possible.

Let the others feel the ultimate helplessness and despair——

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort's wand started with a death curse, aiming at Ron - despair, cry bitterly, the self-righteous boy, just watching his friend die in front of his eyes...

And DeWitt just watched. The spell had been prepared in advance. Making gestures was completely unnecessary. The water vapor accumulated in the ground provided great convenience for casting water spells. The frost had already condensed on the must-have passage of the death curse.

The road... But there is a light of fire that is one step faster. It not only appears out of thin air, but also cancels out the death curse.

"That's Professor Dumbledore's bird... No, phoenix!" When Voldemort cast the killing curse with all his strength, the magic on Harry's mouth was lifted, and he shouted excitedly: "I knew it! I knew it! Deng

Professor Bullydo will definitely not..."

The phoenix came. The phoenix was hit by the death curse and fell down. When it fell to the ground, it turned into a pile of ashes.

This scene made Harry stop, huddled his shoulders, and stayed there in silence.

Voldemort laughed loudly: "What do you think the old immortal will do? Send a phoenix to block the death curse for you? He has been driven away! You will definitely wonder why I know such details.

——You didn’t expect it. In fact, even Dumbledore was driven away under my control! Gilderoy Lockhart does have such advantages--he is famous enough, and his connection with the "Daily Prophet"

It was close enough. I promised that the next book would be serialized in the newspaper, and the people from the newspaper... all came to report to me the news that Dumbledore suddenly killed Hagrid, that stupid guy. Dumbledore couldn't be there.

It’s time to come back!”

"Who do you want to explain to?" DeWitt said immediately, not missing any opportunity to make Voldemort uncomfortable: "Do you know what I heard from your words? I heard fear and fear, you

Just like a child who has not grown up, he is afraid of a strict father and a strict teacher - and your fear of Dumbledore lasts until your death. Isn't it embarrassing? Have you ever considered calling him Dumbledore?

Call me daddy? Maybe he will let you go for the sake of father-son affection? I'm sorry you don't have the brains and courage! Useless trash!"

Harry laughed happily when he saw Voldemort using Lockhart's face to make a trembling expression of anger. After laughing, he whispered: "You are really good at scolding, when can you teach me?"

Ron was no longer afraid. He even looked at Lockhart several times and said, "I want to learn too..."

But soon, Voldemort's anger suddenly retracted like a video played backwards. He said calmly: "Yes, you have the upper hand with your words, but you will regret it later. You definitely didn't."

Thinking that I control more than one person in Hogwarts, your other friends, your most valued friends will be hurt by this, and all because you sit back and watch Gilderoy Lockhart being..."

"So...are you looking for this girl named Emma Grossman?"

Someone is here again.

The Chamber of Secrets that no one has entered for decades now houses most of the scenes in Hogwarts. Students, professors, and animals enter in batches and at different times, bringing noise and noise to this secret place that once enjoyed tranquility.
The statue of Slytherin still stands in place, with a monkey-like face watching everything that happens here. He has had an impact on the future, but now he has no impact at all.

Just like Voldemort, he realized that the situation was not good, but he could only watch in silence as Emma Grossman's body flew over, hit the ground and rolled a few times, and swept over the rest of the people present viciously.

People, everyone is his enemy.

Hermione walked out of the shadows in the same manner as DeWitt. She stood next to DeWitt in a dusty manner. Her clothes were covered with dust and she was in a mess. Her eyes were bright, reflecting her high-spirited spirit, and she said: "I

Sent her here."