The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Hermione quickly intervened. She glanced at DeWitt helplessly, took Ciri's arm and asked her if she was injured.

"I'm fine, thank you," Ciri thanked Hermione for taking care of her, but the more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became. Her heart was filled with the anger of being humiliated. She thought of Bonnet and what the bounty hunter said to her after massacring the Mouse Gang.

It was an insult. At least Bonnet cared about winning or losing. Ciri knew that Bonnet didn't kill him because he longed for a worthy opponent, and the pleasure of crossing swords made him addicted. But what about DeWitt? This man didn't know how to kill him.

She didn't care about her own victory or defeat. She was more concerned about being ignored than being humiliated. This girl who could not be said to be mature was afraid of being alone. It was precisely because of this that she became irrational, so she shouted to DeWitt, "

Why did you let me go?"

"I just want to see what level you are," DeWitt said calmly, "to see how you can help. After seeing your level, there is no need to judge you. I'm afraid

You have a grudge."

"But the grudge is already there!" Ciri knew that she was acting out of temper and that what she was doing was unreasonable. Perhaps it was because she knew that the people she met in this world were all good people that she showed her emotions without any scruples.

She shouted, "Aren't you going to find a way to eliminate it?"

DeWitt sighed and turned the sword in his hand.

Alice interjected: "Let's be serious, is it difficult for you to satisfy Ciri's ideas?"

Kelby and Crookshanks stopped talking now.

DeWitt said: "That's okay."

Hermione hesitated to speak. She wanted to persuade Ciri, but no matter how she looked at it, she felt that she had no suitable reason, so she simply vacated the space and returned to the audience's seat.

"I still don't use magic or spells," DeWitt said casually, "Are you ready?"

Ciri was fully focused, and the concentration of the hit seemed to slow down the flow of air at this moment. She told herself that the duel just now was just a warm-up, and her current state was the peak. Relax her body and follow her instincts...

...Siri felt as if her spirit was separated from her body. She deliberately responded to any changes in the external environment at any time, and then she heard herself say: "I'm ready."

This time, DeWitt chose to take the initiative.

The pure black blade gathered the brilliance, and DeWitt's speed exceeded the wind that Ciri felt. In other words, he used pure power to exceed the speed of the wind, and straight across the distance between the two. In the real world

In combat, strength and speed are not two independent data. There is no limit to one being high and the other being low. Real power is to take both into account, just like this move of DeWitt holding a sword with both hands and slashing it downwards - Ciri

She didn't try to block. She knew that the consequence of resisting would be that her arm would be numbed by the shock and she would lose the sword in her hand, so she just dodged instinctively. This was the right decision, but DeWitt's sword slipped onto hers, transferring the power.

The trajectory of "Givielle" changed, which in turn disrupted Siri's steps. Siri's center of gravity shifted and was shaky, and her eyes had to shift to the ground. She lost her ability to understand DeWitt's movements.

After the opportunity, it was too late to adjust his posture after he regained his footing, but DeWitt had already made the starting movements of swinging the sword, and it seemed that he had stopped all the movements for a breath.

Ciri bit her lip, realizing that there was not only a gap in strength between the two sides, but also a gap in skills. Now that the opponent's sword was not placed on her neck, it was entirely to save face and take care of her emotions. She blushed, and in De

In front of Witt's frankness, he felt ashamed and embarrassed, and said in embarrassment: "I lost again."

DeWitt's sword turned back into a wand and he put it away, and then he looked at Hermione and Alice. Hermione and Alice nodded at him, and then he said no more words and turned around and walked into the house.

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That night, Ms. Fierre and DeWitt were busy working on Voldemort's plan. The other three girls chatted in depth all night. Ciri told Hermione and Alice how warlocks learn magic, and about herself.

How she was separated from her relatives. She said that she was a princess who had lost her country, and then talked about how she lost the ability to cast spells. Then she joined the Mouse Gang and robbed everywhere with her bandit friends. When talking about this, He

Min actually found it hard to believe that her concept was once again impacted - who would have thought that such a beautiful girl younger than herself would do such a thing? However, these can all be excused by the reason of "not being in the same world", so

Hermione resisted the urge to lecture, and she and Alice listened quietly together.

Then there is the "Ancient Blood". Ciri said that this is the bloodline that gives her strength. She can't use it yet, and many people want to get the power in it. Being able to tell the secret of the Ancient Blood means that Ciri has given

Their own trust and sincerity, but Alice and Hermione expressed envy at most, or just some admiration. Even if they heard Ciri say that the ancient blood is "the master of time and space", they were not moved. On the one hand, they were not moved.

Really, on the other hand, this matter has nothing to do with them.

However, Ciri's words also triggered Hermione's speculation. She said: "Maybe you can cross the boundaries of the world because of your bloodline. The ability to cast spells also comes from your bloodline. Maybe you should focus more on developing bloodline than swordsmanship."

The power of."

But Ciri didn't know how to develop the power of blood. Hermione was not in the mood to make suggestions now, and she quickly threw herself into the plan against Voldemort. The only one who could accompany Ciri all day long was Alice.

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Half a month later, the plan against Voldemort finally came into practice.

The most critical step is to use the magic text as the basis, a piece of fairy metal obtained from the dead fairy gold as the core, and six wedge-shaped spikes as assistants. After the layout is completed, only a flat area the size of a bedroom is needed.

can achieve high-intensity harassment of Voldemort. This kind of harassment goes straight to the soul. Even if Voldemort is now inhuman, it cannot be avoided. The impact on the inhuman Voldemort is like using a word in the ear of an ordinary person to drown out all other sounds.

The volume plays his own name in a loop.

"The itching of the soul is more unbearable than the torture of the five senses." DeWitt was squatting on the ground, using his wand to light the foundation stone made of goblin metal, he said.

At this time, Hermione and Ms. Feier had already inserted the wedge into the black rock and were doing final inspections. The waves were constantly washing at the bottom of the cliff, and the splashing high waves had been hitting the slippery surface for thousands of years.

On the rocks, the cold and wet water vapor competes with the dazzling sunlight, causing the place to alternate between hot and cold, giving people a fever-like illusion.

"Can we start?" Hermione tightened her robe uncomfortably and asked loudly.

Ms. Feier gestured to indicate that her side was ready, and DeWitt also stood up. The three of them stood together and activated the "magic circle".

As the magic text began to take effect, the endless murmurs began to cross the space and were transmitted to the depths of Voldemort's soul, disturbing his soul endlessly. The constantly changing direction of the induction made Voldemort feel confused about his spatial position.

The dizziness he had never experienced before began to blur his vision - immediately, Voldemort realized that his magic was being used, and he wanted to take action immediately, but then he remembered that Dumbledore was still paying attention to the wizarding world.

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Patience, Voldemort warned himself angrily, must endure. It's just a ringing in the ears, an itching in the soul - nothing more.

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