The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"You go back first. This way, if I have to leave later, you don't have to worry about you." DeWitt said to Ms. Feier, before he decided to enter the Crouch family's manor.

Ms. Feier moved her lips, wanting to raise an objection and show that she could be useful, but in the end she obeyed and left.

DeWitt looked alone at the lights of the manor in the forest. He was thinking about the next step, which is to attack from the front... No, a frontal attack will cause death. The death of the Death Eater will not make people care, but it will cause too much movement.

Arousing suspicion. DeWitt's purpose was to figure out Voldemort's plan without him knowing it, so he had to hide his figure, pass through the defenses, crawl through the wall... and eavesdrop under the flickering light - but right there

While doing this, an accident happened.

There is a giant snake lying in front of the closed flowered double doors of the living room. According to past experiences, DeWitt will always successfully persuade these animals to turn a blind eye, but the "snake" inherited from Slytherin

After all, "Old Tune" carries the magic of command, and the friendly communication was completely rejected by the giant snake. After sensing DeWitt's scent and heat, the giant snake launched a surprise attack without hesitation and warned the people in the living room.<

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After realizing that the giant snake could not be his ally, DeWitt immediately thought of the root cause of the "snake's old tune", so he decisively decided to take action - at this time, he was still thinking of a quick victory, such as silently first

He was restless and cut off the giant snake's head - but the people in the living room had already taken action. The power of magic penetrated the thick and gorgeous wooden door, and several more spells flew in. The sword swung by DeWitt could not

Don’t change direction in the middle, swinging out the colorful magic light.

"Stop it!" After the door was destroyed, the sound in the living room could be heard smoothly. A sharp and sharp piercing sound rang out. This sound was like the cry of a baby with half a foot in the grave.<

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It was so unpleasant that it made DeWitt curious about what could make such a sound. He even waited patiently for the first four men in black robes to slowly walk forward from the door holding up their wands.

Surrounding himself until the last person he knew came out - the invisible man Barty Crouch Jr. next to Barty Crouch at the Quidditch World Cup. Compared with the World Cup scene, Barty Crouch Jr.

Rauch's eyes are bright now, and he is holding something in his arms. The sound came from Barty Jr.'s arms.

"Stop covering me," said the thing in Barty Crouch Jr.'s arms, "lift the cloth off me and lift me up."

Barty Crouch Jr. did as he was told.

DeWitt looked up and down at the red monster in front of him. This thing was shaped like a baby, and it was red all over. It looked like a devil crawling out of hell. The most important thing was that it had no nose and only two places for breathing.

Hole.

An uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of DeWitt's mouth, and the smile was gradually widening. He laughed and bent over because DeWitt recognized it: "Voldemort! Hahaha, Voldemort! You are like this

Your appearance is really funny! What’s the matter? Do you show up with this appearance because you know you can’t beat me and want to laugh me to death?”

The rest of the Death Eaters made dissatisfied sounds, but Voldemort waited expressionlessly. He faced DeWitt's wanton ridicule calmly, and it was not until DeWitt had laughed enough that he said: "I know who you are.

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"Then you're pretty smart." DeWitt stopped laughing and responded coldly. He began to consider the possibility of silencing him.

"And I kept it a secret for you," Voldemort said: "Even the loyal believers here who are worthy of my trust with their lives don't know your identity."

"Do you want me to be grateful to you?" DeWitt asked lazily: "To be grateful to these... trashes? How about cutting off their heads and hanging their heads on the entrance to the Ministry of Magic to thank them?"

"Don't move!" Voldemort sternly scolded the restless Death Eaters. He said to Barty Crouch Jr.: "Put me on a cushioned chair and then all go out. I have something to say to you alone.

The guest said."

The emotions of the Death Eaters will not be considered by Voldemort, they can only obey. When they walked out of the corridor, leaving space for DeWitt and Voldemort, DeWitt narrowed his eyes and glanced at these Death Eaters who covered their faces with masks.

After the Death Eaters were completely gone, he said: "Let me guess, you want to cooperate with me?"

Voldemort slumped powerlessly, but his small eyes and tone still retained enough cunning and cruelty, and said: "Yes, you are as sharp as ever."

"Sensitive?" DeWitt recalled the humiliation of being deceived in the first grade and asked with an angry sneer: "I'll take this as a compliment."

"Of course this is a compliment," Voldemort said sincerely - or he tried to make his attitude sound like he said sincerely: "You and I had different positions at the time, and I just had the advantage in knowledge..."

"Excuse me, your ability to speak well and be obedient is not one ten thousandth of that of Yin Shabei," DeWitt shook his head and continued to laugh: "I think you should be able to see my purpose."

"I plan to be resurrected in the Triwizard Tournament," Voldemort said slowly after a moment of pause: "Reappear in a mature manner."

"Oh." DeWitt responded calmly, just to show that he was listening.

Voldemort continued: "Then I will continue with my original plan..."

"Your racial discrimination plan?" DeWitt's eyes briefly stayed on Voldemort for a moment and said, "You want to come up with some new jokes for me?"

"No! Of course not!" Voldemort argued aggrievedly: "I see potential in you! And this potential exists in everyone! Wizards should be equal to everyone! Origin does not matter! I understand this very deeply now.

..."

"Really?" DeWitt seemed to believe it, and he immediately said: "Then let's go see Dumbledore together. If you can convince him, I will believe you too."

"Stop joking, you won't do this, and that old man won't believe that I will repent." Voldemort said proudly and coldly: "I can see that you are not from the same place."

DeWitt's eyes flashed with unclear meaning. Voldemort was being watched and felt that he had seen through DeWitt. He also felt that DeWitt seemed to have seen through him. Did he already know his arrangement? Voldemort thought a little uneasily.

, but DeWitt did nothing. Instead, after a brief pause, he agreed: "Well, I really don't like some of Dumbledore's behaviors, such as him ignoring the rules and sorting me into Gryffindor...

Of course, now I think this is a good thing, because...well." He was thinking of Hermione, but he would never say this to Voldemort.

"You are suitable for Slytherin," Voldemort looked at DeWitt with the eyes of a junior, and said: "Slytherin would be proud of you, but Dumbledore... he always thought that Slytherin would make bad people

Worse..."

"It's just that those who can go to Slytherin just don't receive a sound preschool education." DeWitt waved his hand impatiently: "From the way I saw Malfoy talking, I know the virtues of the pure-blood family, pure

Your arrogance and unreasonable arrogance are as unquestionable as your evil."

"It's really hurtful," Voldemort said again: "But I have repented."

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