The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

The Bojinbok store caught fire again.

When the flames went out and the dark wizards active around wanted to grab some scraps, DeWitt and the others had already gone deeper into Knockturn Alley.

This place is free from the rules of the material world and beyond the scope of legal supervision. It is the edge of the dark world, a dark corner lacking noisy vitality. The further you go, the fewer shops, the sparser and thinner the buildings on both sides of the road.

Strange - the low sloping eaves are almost touching the ground, the windows are rarely intact, and the house is always dark.

"I feel... we are taking the initiative to approach danger," Ciri said ambivalently, "but it seems to be the right way."

Hermione said: "Where is this?"

Even Ms. Feier couldn't answer this time. She could only say: "This is like...a residential area."

Who will live here?

A dirty child ran over from the front. As he ran, he looked back, gasping for air with his mouth wide open. Behind him were a few tramps trotting easily. It is not accurate to say that they were tramps. These were sloppily dressed.

Men are more like gypsies who believe in witchcraft. They have amulets made of bones wrapped around their necks and limbs, and they have strange totems carved on their bodies. They carry small clanking bags with them, and they keep mouthing when chasing children.

He kept chanting spells in a low voice. The air was filled with the smell of magic - but not much.

"Help me." The child's eyes flashed with hope, and he pitifully asked for help.

However, DeWitt just stopped and even Hermione was unmoved. Instead, Ciri drew her sword.

The little boy immediately knew who he should look for, and he rushed towards Siri. But after getting closer, Siri saw the aging wrinkles on the little boy's face and his eyes that were not innocent and pure. She hesitated for a moment, but turned around and kicked him.

The little boy's chest - However, the little boy deftly did a backflip, and the expression on his face suddenly became sinister and ferocious. He screamed strangely, took out a broken dagger made of rough workmanship from his lower back, and pounced on it again.<

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But Xirui was very fast. She quickly retracted her steps, and the sword in her hand stretched out like a snake. In the next second, it penetrated the "child"'s chest, and she retracted it like a snake, and then sheathed it calmly.

"This is a dwarf." Ciri said.

No one has answered her yet.

After the dwarf fell to the ground, everyone else's eyes were focused on the group of men behind who had slowed down. They had obviously prepared some magic, and they were already ready.

The three Hogwarts-educated wizards simultaneously began to lay out all kinds of protection they could think of. They were worried that they would not have enough time, so they moved quickly. However, after the protection was completed, the homeless people who made it seem like the spellcasting action was about to end were still chanting spells.

.After another half a minute, a few invisible purple magic smoke emerged from the holes of the skull talismans on the homeless people, slowly drifting over, and finally even the first layer of barrier spells to defend against physical attacks.

There is no breakthrough.

The homeless people obviously discovered this. They were horrified. Then they cut their arms with knives in neat movements and sacrificed their blood. The volume of their chanting curses increased several times. Following their pain,

The thicker smoke, this smoke, can only be strong enough to pass through the obstacle spell, and then be offset by the aura of the iron armor spell, but the iron armor spell is still stable. After a moment, it is as if nothing happened, with an unshakable attitude

It draws the dividing line between the wild and the academic.

"Is it a magic wand?" The tramps whispered uneasily, looking around and around, trying to get a positive answer from their companions, but their companions were also asking, "Is that the Iron Armor Curse?"

"Is that a barrier spell?"

"The clothes they wear are of a college style."

"Nonsense! People from the academy never come here!"

"And there is also one who uses a sword. Everyone who comes out of Hogwarts uses a wand. Only a few hundred years ago they could use a sword."

"The great Talvi deceived us?"

"The great Talvi never lies!"

"Ask! They don't seem to attack us. If they really belong to Hogwarts, there's no point in running away."

So one of the homeless men, who was dark and thin, with dreadlocks on his head and shaved hair on the temples and back of his head, pretended to be brave and asked in a loud voice: "Who...are you...?"

Someone immediately scolded him: "Idiot! Ask them if they are from the academy... that is Hogwarts!"

"Then...are you from Hogwarts?"

DeWitt exchanged glances with the people around him, cleared his throat and said, "This has nothing to do with you."

Someone among the homeless people said in a voice that they thought was small: "Okay, I'm sure, they are from Hogwarts... or other magic schools. Only serious wizards will hide their origins when they get here.

Road."

At this time, DeWitt had noticed other people appearing around him. The new arrivals were now hiding in the alleys between the houses on the roadside. When the homeless people fell into confusion and lost their vigilance, they threw out inappropriate

Throwing objects - these throwing objects were spinning and sticking out spikes. After Hermione saw these things clearly, she blurted out in surprise: "Spike flying saucer? How can there be such a thing here?"

The homeless people were attracted by the flying saucer, so they couldn't pay attention to the Peruvian invisible smoke bombs used by people coming from around. They were thrown to the ground by the temporarily invisible people, then their mouths were covered, and one by one they were stabbed with daggers.

Pierced the heart and lungs, even the dwarf who was stabbed by Ciri and temporarily fainted was not spared a few more stabs.

Ms. Feier flicked her wand: "The curse will stop."

Five young men and women wearing old clothes were released from the magic of invisibility. They kept pulling out weapons from the corpses, and quickly retreated after appearing, keeping a certain distance. One of the girls raised her dirty clothes.

Face, she said cautiously and fearfully: "Hello, distinguished guests."

"Why kill them?" DeWitt asked.

The dirty girl said matter-of-factly: "Because they are the subordinates of the despicable Talvi, and they are the best at conspiracy."

"Ah..." DeWitt let out a meaningful sigh and said, "Now, what are you going to do?"

The dirty girl was stunned. She hesitated and thought again and again before saying: "Leave, yes, leave!"

"Then leave." DeWitt said.

The dirty girl opened her eyes wide, as if she felt unbelievable, but she quickly adjusted her expression, but just as she took a few steps back, she seemed to remember something, and said reluctantly: "Dear guest, you... need

Don’t need a guide?”

A smile that made the dirty girl uneasy flashed across DeWitt's face, and he said: "The guide needs to help us find the right direction. Do you have this ability?"

The dirty girl beamed with joy. She smiled brightly and said: "Of course! I was born in the mud area and grew up in Bonfire Street. Only you can't imagine it, but I don't know..."

"Then lead the way!"

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