The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"Yes," Hermione gasped rapidly. She was emotionally unstable. She held the knife tightly in one hand and held her forehead with the other as she said garbledly, "I was indeed irrational just now. I could have used the Death Curse... but

I read in the book that the Death Curse has an impact on people's spirits - I also said I wouldn't let you use it, but I was really angry and I touched the short knife you gave me... I don't know what happened... I

I just feel that such a hateful... person should not continue to live as a living person... I shouldn't do this... I just suddenly thought that I have the ability... and then... I... I... I might be

Obsessed..."

"Because you have the ability, you will do what you want to do," DeWitt said. "Sometimes, you just do it - without considering the cost, without considering the consequences... But you do what you think is right... very

Normal."

"No, this is not normal," Hermione staggered a few steps towards DeWitt. She stretched out her hand weakly and said weakly, "On the one hand, I don't even know if he has killed anyone, but

On the other hand, I want him to die...I'm very scared, will this be the beginning of me doing all kinds of evil in the future? Will I become a murderer in the future?"

Ciri suddenly asked: "First time killing someone?"

DeWitt took Hermione's hand, asked her to lean against him, and said for her: "Almost."

"Better than me," strangely, Ciri said old-fashionedly, "at least - I didn't vomit."

Ms. Feier on the side has already disposed of Mr. Bock's body. It was clean and left no trace.

"The sense of security is still too strong," Ciri added, "You have, um, a boyfriend by your side, and you know that the current environment is safe and has enough time to allow you to think about moral and legal dilemmas, but if someone is riding a horse

Hunting you with a sword... This kind of problem will be offset by the inertia of killing before it even has a chance to arise. You think too much."

Hermione said: "I try not to." In fact, she has long been accustomed to constantly thinking about questions about life. However, there is no absolute answer to this kind of question, only the results based on personal opinions.

"Let's go." Hermione stood up straight, cleaned the dagger, and put it back close to her body.

"To be honest, I never thought you would take action directly." DeWitt did not let go of his hand holding Hermione's arm. The back of his hand rubbed against Hermione's waist and moved up a little.

"I'm also going to ask you if you can kill him," Ciri said. "I'm disgusted by his tone and attitude."

"Kill, you can kill anything." After DeWitt said that, he walked out of the basement. He stood in front of the counter of the store - just like the position he stood in the first grade, and more than that, he was the same as the first grade.

There are also people walking in from outside the door.

"Where is Bock?" asked the fat witch in the lead.

Hermione, who was walking behind, still couldn't stand the smell of blood rushing into her nostrils. Even though she had said that she didn't regard Mr. Burke as a human being, she still couldn't help but compare the smell in her nose to "people"-that is, herself.

of the same race - and what followed was a nauseating sensation that was fed back from consciousness to the body, causing Hermione to frown and cough a few times.

"How could you come out of the collection room?" The pale fat on the fat witch's face trembled, her speaking speed began to speed up, and her face began to become ferocious.

"Mr. Bock invited us in," DeWitt said honestly.

The fat witch asked again: "Where is Bock?"

So DeWitt turned back and asked in cooperation: "How did Bock deal with it in the end?"

Ms. Feier glanced at the two wizards who came in from outside the store and said strangely: "The disappearing spell - all have been taken care of."

"Look," DeWitt turned his head and said to the fat witch sincerely, "everything has been cleaned up, and there is no more Bock."

The fat witch seemed to find it unbelievable. She repeated the conclusion she had just figured out in horror: "You killed Bock? You..."

At this time, DeWitt had already walked over quickly. His steps were as fast as lightning, and he stretched out his hands as fast as he could catch shadows. He grabbed the throats of two wizards, a man and a woman, with one hand in each hand, raised them high, and then

He slapped them to the ground. Two muffled sounds with different tones erupted on the ground almost at the same time, and the whole store trembled. The two wizards were knocked unconscious without saying a word, and a lot of blood flowed from the back of their heads.

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DeWitt stepped over and came to the front of the store. He locked the door from the inside and closed the curtains on the display windows to create the appearance of a temporary suspension of business. Then he said concisely: "Wake them up."

Ms. Feier conjured water and poured it evenly on the faces of the two wizards. The two wizards whined a few times, woke up in a panic, coughed a few more times, and lay flat as if they were on the beach.

They twitched a few times like a fish, and immediately felt weak and dizzy again. They groaned. The male among them asked in pain: "Who are you?"

"I am the coming storm," DeWitt joked. "Actually, we are the guests."

"What kind of customer would kill the shopkeeper?" the wizard sneered.

DeWitt pulled out his magic wand and said it simply - he controlled the minds of the two wizards and asked: "What is your purpose?"

The wizard's eyes were filled with empty red light, and he said in despair: "Delivery."

"What kind of goods?"

The wizard pulled the witch over, and his hands scratched at the fat flesh under the witch's black robe. There was a loud noise, and the witch loosened her skin as if she was deflated. Her facial features slid down, and her bones and flesh were no longer tightly connected to the skin.

, but turned into something sliding in the skin, but it was not dead and there was no big problem. When the wizard took his hand out from under the witch's black robe, he grabbed a few bloody items that could not be seen clearly.

Stuff.

"How disgusting!" Hermione said what everyone wanted to say.

"Where did it come from?" DeWitt asked again.

The wizard answered immaculately and quickly: "It wasn't long before it was ready."

"It's best not to touch it," Hermione said, "it might have strange effects..." She quickly glanced at the witch and asked the wizard, "Why are you...delivering like this?"

"Cheap and safe."

"Not everyone can afford the Seamless Stretch Bag," Ms. Fierre told Hermione in a low voice, "and not just anyone can learn or learn the Seamless Stretch Charm."

"If I want to learn about ancient magic," DeWitt said, "very, very old magic, and lore about unicorns...or legends, where do I go to find it?"

"I don't know." said the wizard.

DeWitt said: "If it were you, where would you look for it?"

"Go to the great Talvi," said the wizard. "He is the master of Knockturn Alley. He knows everything."