The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Just like a person who uses magic suddenly disappears, Hermione thought, but Haierbo did not disappear, but seemed to suddenly give up resistance.

Despicable Haierbo, the founder of many evil magics and the creator of evil creatures.

Would such a person be willing to die? It might be a fake death, Hermione thought, or it might be that too much time has passed, distorting the mind and changing the concept.

For wizards, it is a kind of relief and a destination.

She still had to see what others thought, so Hermione turned to DeWitt and asked: "DeWitt... is this all over?"

"It's all over," Hermione heard DeWitt say, "It's all over."

It's strange. Hermione suddenly felt that DeWitt's expression was a bit weird, because she had never seen DeWitt look so proud, and he tried hard not to look so proud. That weird smile was something she had never seen before.

, and the intonation, stress, and sentence fragmentation of the words were also somewhat abnormal. The wizard's intuition reminded her at the soul level, making Hermione feel strange and alienated from DeWitt, and it was difficult for her to see clearly what DeWitt was thinking.

She can only receive vague evil desires, but usually when she is intimate, Hermione can also sense that DeWitt will have evil thoughts, but...it's different, the root is very different...

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If she hadn't felt these questions, Hermione would have walked directly up to DeWitt and told all her doubts and asked DeWitt to answer, but this time she felt that silence was better and asking others was better, so Hermione

Looking at Ms. Fierre, what she found strange was that Ms. Fierre's face was pale and the hand holding the wand was trembling - only DeWitt could not see this scene, because DeWitt was facing Hermione. At this moment,

From the angle, Ms. Feier is behind DeWitt, with Ciri and Alice next to her.

"Then go back quickly," Ms. Feier tried her best to keep her voice steady, paving the way for the next test, "I don't want to stay here anymore."

"Go back?" DeWitt said in a strange tone, "Go back... It's okay, but there's just a problem..."

The ground began to tremble at this moment, and gradually expanding cracks appeared at the original collapse location. When the cracks expanded to a step long, a bottomless hole appeared below, and pieces of soil fell into it scatteredly. Time was stretched, and the old sound

Already gone, new voices are slow to come.

Until a force rises in the cave, the real DeWitt is freed from the oppression of the earth and the difficulties caused by magic. However, in the eyes of others, he still looks like Helbo.

"You can't go back!" DeWitt growled, "The matter is not over yet, you and I haven't settled it, and the full stop has not been drawn, no one can leave!"

"Look at how anxious you are," Haierbo tutted, "but I don't quite understand. Why don't you choose to run away? Judging from the current situation, you are no match for 'mother' and 'lover' plus me.

, as long as you have some sense, you can understand that the correct way is to escape..."

"You took away my identity, and now you want to take away my person!" After DeWitt said these words, Hermione and Ms. Feier's vague suspicions became true, but now that they know it, it is difficult

They immediately came up with a solution to the problem, because they were not even sure what magic Helbo had used and what effect it had achieved.

"You should stay back and stay away," Alice said to Hermione and Ms. Feier. "Whether it's true or not, when you don't need help, it's better not to stand in the way of DeWitt regaining his identity."<

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"I thought you would hesitate," the despicable Haierbo glanced at the other people who were retreating, but did not stop him and smiled disapprovingly, "You can see the same face, even if you meet me, I will bring you

It still has the same touch as before, but you can actually tell it..."

"But what's going on?" No matter how worried she was, her past dealings with DeWitt were true, and Hermione also knew that DeWitt's behavior in this situation was basically the same as what Alice said.

She stepped back decisively and asked worriedly.

"Look," Alice said clearly, "after the fight, they must have explained the magic clearly during the fight."

At this time, the real DeWitt summoned his wand. The wand that completely belonged to him and was loyal to him recognized the real owner. The wand broke away from Herbo's hand and fell to DeWitt.

His hand turned into a sword, which he held and slashed towards Haierbo.

But Haierbo did not dodge, he laughed wildly with DeWitt's face, opened his arms with DeWitt's body, welcomed the sharp blade with his chest made of flesh and blood, and let the dark sword blade pierce his heart without any scruples.
Of course Haierbo was fearless, because after he was hurt by the real DeWitt, it was DeWitt who felt the pain.

"How is it? How is it?!" He asked loudly while laughing. DeWitt had never felt that his voice was so loud. "This is my magic! I take away your appearance in the eyes of others. I take away your appearance in the eyes of others."

Your identity is gone! Every knife you cut on me actually falls on you! Does it hurt? It hurts! Come again, come again!"

DeWitt drew out his sword, his body stiffened, but he still stubbornly chose to recharge his sword, and this time he chose to stab it in the abdomen - remaining silent throughout the whole process.

"Stop using the knife!" Haierbo mocked wildly, "Use your magic! Barbarian! Stare your eyes wide! I can see your eyes widening and your anger - but it's no use.

! Come on! Keep going! Look! The real me is unscathed!"

DeWitt thrust out the sword in his hand again and felt the pain. He was still injured, and the real Haierbo was intact.

"Give up," Haierbo persuaded hypocritically, "Do you have any idea? Why don't you run away? Just run away..."

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"I will never give in! When you try to take away my people, everything that happens today can only have two results - either you die! Or we rot in the void together! And I don't believe that your magic can shake

My soul, I don’t believe that your magic can transform my body! Your magic can at most transfer injuries! And I just have to ensure that these injuries can fall on you! That’s enough! I believe that every sword swing can only

If you go out, you will definitely hurt someone! I will definitely kill you! You have no chance of surviving!" DeWitt let out an almost crazy roar. He indulged his pain-fueled anger and allowed it to burn the remaining parts.

With rationality, in order to speed up the attack, he grabbed the sharp blade, turned the direction of holding the sword, and smashed the heavy hilt on Haierbo's head, but he was still the one who felt the severe dull pain and dizziness.
"Then use the death curse!" Haierbo shouted crazily, "Aim at me! Aim at yourself! Touch death! Touch..."

Haierbo suddenly raised his hand, and two fresh wounds appeared on his fingertips and palm. Suddenly, he realized that DeWitt had seen through some of the rules of this magic, and when he wanted to modify it, he was a step too late.

——DeWitt has just completed the action of turning the tip of the sword, which greatly saves the time for the next action he has to do - which is to insert the sword into the body, turn it horizontally between the belly, cut open the belly, and then

Draw your sword.

Haierbo let out a shrill howl with DeWitt's body, and the hot internal organs flowed out and hung around his waist. Before he could sway a few times, he fell to the ground and rolled in pain, with colorful intestines

The outer wall was stained with dust, and the mucus on it stuck the dust into lumps. The gurgling blood quickly soaked through the soil.

"Screaming? You screamed!" DeWitt coughed, and a warm liquid came up from his throat. He spit it out on the ground and found that it was a mouthful of blood. Tasting the salty taste in his mouth, he inserted the sword into

On the ground, leaning on the hilt of the sword, he growled fiercely, "You can't say a word, can you?"

Despite the gradually worsening injuries, DeWitt refused to treat him. He limped towards Haierbo, picked up the sword, and stabbed it in.

Haierbo rolled away, and he quickly stuffed the ash-stained organs into his stomach again, and then used healing magic on the real DeWitt - which in turn healed himself, and this was another flaw, DeWitt

Te turned the overly long sword into a short knife. Holding the knife in his backhand, he found the liver of the current body, stabbed it in, and stirred it vigorously.

The real Haierbo let out a brief scream, and he further increased the magic output of the healing magic.

DeWitt stabbed himself again, this time in the kidney.

"Stop...stop...stop!" Haierbo cried bitterly. He hurriedly treated himself and begged incomprehensibly, "I have obviously...obviously doubled your pain...why...why...

...Can you continue...continue to hurt yourself?"

"Because I am willing! Pain cannot stop me! My will can transcend your magic!" DeWitt gritted his teeth. The nerves in his body seemed to be spread flat on the ground, being constantly crushed, chopped into pieces, and burned by fire.

, being torn apart... the pain will never end, it will just keep adding up like a surging wave, but the more painful it is, the more stubborn Dewitt becomes. He only sees the struggling Haierbo, as if he can see the most real Haierbo.

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Slowly, DeWitt laughed. Although his senses were still entangled with thorns of pain, the joy in his heart brought satisfaction.

Come on, Herbo, the old thing from thousands of years ago, DeWitt thought, drink this cup of bitter wine with me that can burn your heart and bones.

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