The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

How many times were gunshots fired in total?

Even if the smoke from the gun clears, no one can tell the answer to this question, because it is not important at all - as far as the result is concerned, Anna aimed in the direction of the Talvi people and emptied the magazine, but she really

It was the first time I used a gun. I subconsciously used the gun as a slingshot. I aimed at a slightly farther target and raised the muzzle. As a result, I didn't hit a single shot. However, this result was not beyond Jonathan's expectation.

Including the actions of other people on Bonfire Street, everything was as Jonathan expected - led by Anna, she held up her unloaded pistol, screamed, and rushed towards the Talvi people together with the other children.<

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It all happened so fast.

From the time Anna fired the gun to when she ran out of bullets, Hermione only had time to scream "Don't come here." The Talvi people felt the malice. They no longer looked up at the high platform, but instead looked uniformly at the children from Bonfire Street who were rushing towards them.

The numb eyes of the Talvi turned into trembling fear, taking root in the hearts of the children on Bonfire Street, but the children's enthusiasm to fight for false goals made them overcome the urge to slow down.

At this time, talking is the most useless method, so Hermione shut her mouth. She raised her wand and drew a horizontal line on the ground. A translucent silver barrier quickly rose,

The boundary of the rules is like a rising tide. After rising to a certain height, it stops the charge of Anna and others, gently dissolves the force of the forward charge, and blocks the attack of the Talvi, and then - collapses.<

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This was the first time since leaving Knockturn Alley and entering the sludge area that Hermione's magic was popped like a bubble.

The gazes of the Talvi returned to the high platform, and their gazes made Hermione look squarely at them for the first time. The more she looked squarely at them, the more similarities they could find between the Talvi and humans with normal minds, and the more they could discover.

The differences, similarities and differences between the two will continuously pull the minds of those who observe the Talvi people in two directions, causing panic mixed with a sense of discomfort.

"There is no need to say more or hesitate," DeWitt said in a low voice behind Hermione. "The situation has changed. There is no doubt about the hostility of these people. Let's do it!"

At the same moment, the invisible attack of the Talvi came to Hermione. Hermione felt the approaching death, like a wind blowing through the clothes of the God of Death, coming in front of her. Instinct and magic simultaneously showed her fear of death.

resistance, and the concrete manifestation of this resistance in reality is the glimmer of light spreading around.

The floating platform rose rapidly. When she couldn't tell what kind of magic was attacking her, Hermione decided to distance herself first. However, DeWitt did the opposite. He pressed on the guardrail of the platform and turned over.

Jumping down, blazing flames ignited around him, and the wand in his hand turned into a sword. He fell from a high place, like a raptor pounces on prey on the ground, and rushed into the group of Talvi, using the sharp blade in his hand.

A violent flower blooms with cold light as its branches and blood as its petals.

Just like this beautiful and terrifying flower has two sides, in DeWitt's eyes, there is also both coldness and kindness. The coldness comes from his decisiveness and determination in battle, showing no mercy to the enemy, and the kindness comes from not dropping meteorites.

Destroy the market because it is the best thing you can do to avoid affecting innocent people.

The bodies of the Talvi were cut open, and the flames immediately scorched the flesh and blood. At this time, DeWitt counted the number of Talvi - twenty-eight, they were crowded together.

A total of seventy or eighty swords were swung, and it took only a short time to kill them all. It only took a minute and a half until all the Talvi were turned into charcoal.

"Go back to Jonathan," DeWitt exhaled a long breath of hot breath, blowing away the strong smell of blood in the air and letting the smell of Scorched Lake spread further. He said to the Bonfire Street team headed by Anna, "

It's not time for you to appear yet, go back to Jonathan, remember to protect him and don't let him run around, because the risk of running around now... is very high."

DeWitt, who was standing in a pool of blood, looked too scary now. The action of lowering his sword gave the illusion that the God of Death was about to swing his sickle. Anna stammered: "Okay... okay."

After saying that, she led the Bonfire Street team back to Jonathan, but Jonathan remained silent. After a while, he said something amiably to Anna and others.

DeWitt wanted to listen carefully, but what he heard was a warning from above. It was Hermione shouting: "Watch your back!"

While reminding DeWitt, Hermione and Ms. Feier had deployed all the defensive magic they could think of for DeWitt. Of course, DeWitt was not ignorant of what was happening behind him, so he turned around calmly.

, through the powerful magic protection, I saw little bits of light rising from the corpses of the Talvi, leading the flesh and blood of Jiaohu to come together and reshape into a human form.

This humanoid figure was stooped and covered in black and red. It was fresh burns. His facial features were moldy and hairless. He looked like an old monkey who had been skinned. However, DeWitt could see more in this scene. He saw

The souls in Talvi's bodies have condensed, and now the total weight is less than that of wizards and more than that of ordinary people.

DeWitt looked up at Hermione and motioned for them not to come down yet. Then he looked at the new character and asked: "Are you Talvi?"

"Talvi...Talvi..." The burnt old monkey tasted the name carefully, and he said lazily in a hoarse and aging voice, "No, this name does not belong to me."

"Then your name..."

"Oh, you can call me Haierbo."

Haierbo, DeWitt searched for this familiar name in his memory. He remembered seeing this name in a book when he was in second grade, and then asked: "Did you create the basilisk?"

"Not only that," Haierbo laughed strangely, his laughter was like an untamed owl, "I also made Horcruxes. Tell me, have young wizards and people nowadays popularized this magic?

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Faced with such a problem, other people in the market, including the people in Bonfire Street, were all confused, and they had already retreated to the limit, wishing to press their bodies close to the wall; Hermione, who was standing high in the sky, had anger in her eyes.

, just because she felt Halbo's contempt for ordinary people; Ms. Feier clenched her fists nervously, she was focused on DeWitt, ready to help at any time; Shirley became slightly more awake; Alice watched quietly.

, she is not as worried as Ms. Feier, but as a friend, she must choose to stand on DeWitt's position.

"No," DeWitt said bluntly, "This is evil magic. From the purpose, results and means of magic, everything is wrong."

Even if he had no face, Dewit could feel Haierbo's stiffness. He couldn't refute it, because he had suffered enough of the evil consequences of Horcruxes. His thousand years of wandering soul life had changed him a lot, which made Haierbo face Dewit.

This kind of positive-looking wizard can still communicate well, and even if there are a large number of non-wizards around, he can admit calmly: "Okay, you are right."

DeWitt frowned. He was very dissatisfied with Haierbo's attitude and immediately said: "What? You seem to be unconvinced? Look at the idea of ​​​​your Horcrux magic. What is the core of the idea? It is to split the soul. You

Is your brain broken? When you despise the integrity of the soul, you are questioning your own existence. Memory and nature constitute a person's character and beliefs. It seems that every split has no effect, but in fact, creating a Horcrux weakens the

It is the 'nature' part of the soul. What's more, every time the soul is divided, a killing must be carried out..."

"You're silent," Haierbo changed the subject and said proudly, "It seems that you are not a purely good person."

DeWitt did not deny it, he said: "Because the act of killing is not a taboo here, there is a lot of room for maneuver in the selection of targets."

"So all wizards today are like you?" Haierbo repaired his eyes and tried to open his eyes to observe every detail of DeWitt, but his eyes could neither look directly into the soul nor see through it.

DeWitt's mask, he said disgustedly, "I hate good people like you who have a flexible bottom line the most. Come on, people like you are more unscrupulous than evil people. I have fallen to this point because of people like you."

Besieged - I sacrificed most of my Horcruxes and even myself..."

"You just escaped pursuit," DeWitt nodded in understanding and said, "I can see that even you now are only part of Haierbo... In this way, I will restore it to answer your doubts."

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Haierbo repaired his mouth, made a smile, and nodded.

DeWitt glanced at Hermione in the sky, then raised his voice and cleared his throat and said: "About - a thousand years ago? The error may be a few hundred years. You, despicable Herbo, because of the cultivation

He is famous for his ability to create basilisks, his snake-like accent, and his ability to make Horcruxes. Most of the factors that make him famous also include human experimentation, torture and other evil deeds..."

Despicable Herbo happily accepted the prefix of his name and said: "That's it!"

"In the beginning, you may be feared because of your ability to create fear. People dare not resist, or they may not notice you, but as time goes by, there will always be people who come out to accuse you, resist you, and attack you."

"You are right."

"These people may fail, but there will always be new people appearing - presumably this is also a magnificent historical story - until you are defeated and have no way to escape, then you abandon the Horcrux, or even abandon the continuous

Split the main body that makes the Horcrux, and then completely decompose the soul in a Horcrux into tiny parts, allowing them to float freely in the world, and then invade other people's bodies. After the invaded body ages, they invade new ones.

Bodies, and these bodies have neither independent consciousness nor enough rationality. They can only rely on instinct to keep approaching, and then gather together here and become part of the market. The only action that can be taken is to target the clear

To fight back with malicious intent, the price is that even if a thousand years have passed, this part of your soul longs to reunite but cannot. Only after the shackles of the body are released, it becomes... like this again."

"You finally made a mistake," the despicable Haierbo corrected, "I did not decompose the soul in the Horcrux, but I was surrounded by so-called 'decent wizards' when I was making a new Horcrux. At that moment...

...Oh, it's so tragic, including the basilisk I used to guard the door, it died before I could give any warning. They came to cheat and attack... Apparently, they even concealed my great achievements in the history books.

I am a great wizard who has explored the path to immortality! Just to weaken the existence of Horcruxes!"

"But you still stood up after a thousand years, even though you deserved it," DeWitt said coldly, "Even now, you are still thinking about how to kill me."

The despicable Haierpo laughed sinisterly, and several green lightning bolts crashed down from the heads of DeWitt, Ms. Feier, Hermione and Ciri without any warning. The platform floating in the sky was smashed into pale white.

The ashes disappeared, and the living people and ghosts on the platform fell around the despicable Haierbo.

"Ha, you are going to besiege me, an old man who is over a thousand years old. Yes, it just lets the old man see how good you are. I guess you must be confident and think you can stop me," the despicable Haierbo said with contempt, "But what's the point?

Use? You are already too late!"

"It's not too late at all," DeWitt chuckled, "because with the way you look now, it makes no difference to me whether the injury is healed or not!"