The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"Is there nothing we can do? Shouldn't we just do nothing here and watch? Even if we share the pain for him! If we share the pain..." Hermione stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance, tightening her clothes and then loosening them.

Open, she said over and over again. She wanted to rush over several times, but she didn't dare to rush over. Even when she heard DeWitt's unyielding roar later, it could not weaken her worry at all, but made her eyes swell.

It was full of distressed tears, but no matter how many tears it was, it was useless. Hermione knew that the only thing that was useful was magic, and magic was the talent of wizards, allowing such people to change reality with their will. No matter what kind of magic it was, it was inseparable.

Open up the purpose of firm belief...

So the strong and abundant emotions and heart-breaking and urgent desire inspired Hermione's talent in the most primitive way. She no longer used her eyes or other direct senses to find DeWitt, but followed the guidance of her intuition.

The soul level determines DeWitt's position.

This was a new horizon, and then came the first sight in the new horizon. Just like a baby opening its eyes for the first time, Hermione sensed the souls. Even without Legilimency, she sensed the emotions of the people around her. She also felt

Next to her, Ms. Fierre was anxious, and despite her anxiety, she was hesitant to move forward because it was difficult to determine what DeWitt was thinking. Ms. Fierre was no less worried than she was, but due to her talent, she could not be like Hermione now.

The same activation of magic; and Alice... This ghost looked at Hermione at the soul level, and at the same time let Hermione see her calmness. Even now, Alice thinks that DeWitt does not need help, and this kind of ghost looks at Hermione at the soul level.

Instead, Alice's calmness comes from her understanding of DeWitt - it's not that Ghost doesn't regard DeWitt as a friend, she just believes in her own opinion and is confident in her understanding... As for Shirley, Hermione can't see through it.

I can only feel the huge energy silent in Ciri's soul.

After a long glance in the senses, but actually as short as a blink of an eye, the magic of voluntarily sharing the suffering was connected to the real soul of DeWitt by Hermione. When the magic was about to take effect and the pain was about to appear on Hermione, Alice faintly

Sighing, she joined "sharing" in the most direct way as a ghost.

Later, they happily accepted DeWitt's pain.

On the other side, the two most important "roles" at this stage have made new progress.

The shared pain brought more opportunities. After DeWitt was relieved, the despicable Haierbo finally gave up all illusions. He was indeed unable to shake DeWitt's soul and body. The unknown magic was just

Taking away DeWitt's "position" in this world, he seems to have become DeWitt, but until DeWitt completely disappears, he will never completely become DeWitt. Even if the two people's positions are reversed,

The state is also changed, but it can only be a change. Even if Haierbo controls this magic, as long as he finds the right target, the injury will eventually fall on him... Then there is only the last method left.

Haierbo no longer thinks about switching the two people's identities, so what if he can make the next injury fall on DeWitt? He can't delay even for a minute, because once he stops the treatment, he will die immediately.
At this time, DeWitt stabbed himself again, this time designated as the fifth stab through the heart.

Haierbo suddenly remembered that when he was making the Horcrux that day, a big gray rat crawled out of the cave that had been transformed into a laboratory. The reason why he remembered it so deeply was because he had put an anti-animal medicine in the cave. At that time, he was observing the animal.

A mouse, the Muggle who was about to be used as a sacrifice for making Horcruxes, was screaming at the side, but Haierbo didn't actually pay attention to the content of the scream, because it was already a common noise.

Rats that are not affected by anthelmintics are even rarer.

Out of curiosity, Haierbo dissected the mouse, but found nothing. When he began to make Horcruxes, the wizards who sometimes hunted him and sometimes were killed broke through the cave's defenses with loud shouts.

The timing chosen was so precise that Haierbo did not know that just for the purpose of divination, three of the wizards who had joined forces had sacrificed three people with prophecy talents. The price of these sacrifices was not meaningless. Haierbo was not even decent at all.

Without any resistance, his soul was scattered. The only thing he could do was to disintegrate the soul more thoroughly, and even more thoroughly - he didn't know what happened next, and he didn't know why it was scattered into tiny pieces.

Why does the soul tend to come here? He doesn’t know why unconscious souls invade other people’s bodies, and he doesn’t know that his broken soul can be restored to such a part. Of course, this is what he expects to happen, but there may be no chance.

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Haierbo sighed in his heart, I am afraid that there is no chance to continue studying the mystery of magic.

"Come on!" he yelled, panting, "Next I will change the magic just now! You saw it through once... But this time I will tell you the answer - I want to copy the pain! We

Die together..."

DeWitt felt the magic that soothed his soul. He looked back and saw Hermione and Alice who were holding back the pain. Warmth and relief nourished the heart that was dry due to madness and anger, but he didn't know what happened next.

He was reluctant to let Hermione and Alice share the burden, so DeWitt temporarily blocked the magic on his soul. When he turned his head again, a vicious smile gradually appeared on his face, and he threw the wand. After the wand landed on the ground, it turned into a sharp iron

Thorny DeWitt interrupted Haierbo's words. He rushed forward, clasped Haierbo's face with one hand, and grabbed Haierbo's chest with the other. He used up the remaining strength to carry Haierbo with him.

Jump up together, and then let gravity pull the two of them towards the iron spike - and be impaled together.

"Double damage!" DeWitt stared at the face that looked like his own, spat blood on Haierbo's face with hatred and exhaustion, and said coldly, "You think... I will be afraid?

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"You... will die, and you are also... flesh and blood..." One of Haierbo's eyes has been picked out by a sharp thorn that penetrated from the back of his head, and there is no good flesh in the rest of the place.

He couldn't take a breath, and the blood flowing out of his mouth was filled with tiny bubbles. He said with difficulty, "You can obviously... run... unless... unless..."

Haierbo's eyes widened in horror, and even the eyeball that was detached from its socket moved through the trembling flesh wire at the end. He whispered in shock and anger: "You...you can...resurrection?" <

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DeWitt laughed. He despised Halbo from the bottom of his heart, because he would be the final winner. However, he also denied Halbo's conjecture: "No, no, I have been resurrected once. If I wait a little longer,

If I die, then I am really dead..."

Seeing Haierbo's confusion, DeWitt continued weakly: "But so what? I just need to... die later than you... after you die..."

"But you will die," Haierbo could only speak in a breathy voice. It was probably at the last moment that he spoke more fluently, "You have already reached the edge of death... You are only half a step behind me...

...just a little bit..."

"Compared with death, I cannot tolerate the desecration of the things I value," DeWitt stated. "There are always things, based on principles and beliefs, that can transcend life and death and make the pain insignificant. And you, complete garbage, despicable

You bad guy can never understand this truth..."

Wanting to continue talking, DeWitt found out that Haierbo was dead and the magic failed. He took back his own "position" in the world and became the DeWitt that others recognized.

In the end, he did not forget to absorb the power of Haierbo's secret source and confirmed that Haierbo was really dead. The spikes shrank back into a wand and returned to his hand.

He was so tired. DeWitt lay on the shattered flesh of Haierbo and looked up into the void. He glanced at Hermione who stumbled over and the others behind him, and finally relaxed a little.

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