The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

The battle just now turned the middle of the market into a black flat space. All the other people in the market gathered at the edge and huddled against the wall. They were all shocked by the movement just now and only dared to discuss in a low voice from a distance and did not dare to approach.

, the sound they made was too small for the people in the middle of the open space, and I didn’t care about them now.

After recovering a little, DeWitt, who was carried aside and lying on Hermione's lap, stopped Ms. Feier's treatment. He sat up a little and said tiredly to Ms. Feier, who was crying with joy: "Let me do it myself."

."

If he didn't die, he was slightly injured. If he didn't lose consciousness, he could be saved. DeWitt quickly completed his treatment, repaired his clothes and did a simple cleaning. When he stood up again, except for his face,

She is a little pale, and apart from a gloomy atmosphere settling between her eyebrows, she is almost the same as before entering the market.

"Tom...I mean that mouse," DeWitt asked calmly, "Have you seen it again?"

"It's dead," Alice said clearly. "It jumped off the platform with you and tried to hide. Then it was sucked in by the vortex on the ground, and then... a blood flower exploded on the ground.

."

DeWitt had expected this, but he couldn't help but get distracted.

"I'm sorry," Hermione apologized sadly, "I couldn't notice..."

"Oh, it doesn't matter. It's a mouse after all. Although I know it, I would be angry if an unknown mouse stole my things..." DeWitt lowered his head and looked around. He found Tom's soul, which emerged from the ground.

Come out.

Tom shouted excitedly: "I will be happy with this last memory until the next life! I will watch the whole thing after I die! Tell your wife, I don't hate her at all! It's because of my death that I can get close to watch you wizards fight.

!I have already defeated those rats in Knockturn Alley... no, there were too many rats that ate themselves to death in Diagon Alley!"

"It doesn't care," DeWitt relayed Tom's words to Hermione, "but it thanks you for giving it the opportunity to have a VIP seat."

Hermione's new magic allowed her to vaguely feel some of Tom's thoughts, and she could even see a vague double image in the position of Tom's soul. This made her understand what was going on and made her feel relaxed.

Some: "But even so...I..."

"Okay! Tell your wife, you really don't have to think too much! I think so from the bottom of my heart! I hope it won't bring any burden to her," Tom jumped up happily, standing on his hind legs and crossing his two front legs together.

, bowed to DeWitt and said, "The time has come! I'm leaving!"

After saying that, Tom's soul turned into a burst of smoke and dissipated in place. It will reach the underworld, or the Hall of Echoes, in the next moment... In short, it is the place where dead life should go.

"The remaining question is what to do with this place," DeWitt said. "Let me think about it..."

"Ciri," Hermione reminded quietly, "find some ancient magic."

"This problem has been solved," DeWitt pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbed his temples, and said, "I have obtained Haierbo's memory... and his 'position' in this world, but I have no doubts about his 'position'.

I'm not interested at all, I just took away his knowledge... Ancient magic, the method of using rituals and symbolic meanings to enhance the magic effect has been learned."

Ms. Feier cautiously stretched out her hand. She wanted to quietly take the other hand of her dear child. DeWitt hesitated for a moment and then let her do what she wanted. Then Ms. Feier used an overly protective gesture.

He looked at himself and felt uncomfortable, but DeWitt accepted it.

"What I said was a little confusing, and I'm a little weak at the moment," DeWitt said casually, "As long as you know what I mean... there is one more thing, we have to find Jonathan, he is not simple."

Jonathan, who was hiding in the crowd on Bonfire Street, immediately flew out. As soon as he saw DeWitt's face without the mask, he immediately turned his head, looked away, and said in a panic: "I didn't see your face!

I didn't see anything! I don't know anything..."

"Don't act stupid," DeWitt conjured up a stone, sat on it, and said bluntly, "After a rare high-intensity battle, I have no intention of playing games with you anymore.

I know you made those poisons, I know those experiments you made, I know you covet the wizard's talent... Now I know even more what you are."

"Of course I'm a human, look at me," Jonathan panicked and said hurriedly, more like a defense, "I have two arms, two legs, and a head. I look the same as a human, and I can speak human language.

I can do people things, and I can also... make tools and use tools... Haha, isn't this just a human being..."

No one cares what Jonathan said.

"Then what is he?" Ciri asked curiously.

DeWitt glanced at Ciri, patted Hermione who looked at him with concern, and said: "He was once invaded by Halbo's soul fragments. There are too many such fragments, and there will be exceptions.

Appearance, just like Jonathan, due to his individual uniqueness, this bit of debris did not completely crush his soul, but he was not a wizard and was not aware of what happened to him. That bit of debris eventually turned into

The omens or whim-like thoughts from the lake made him begin to think that he was a wizard who had just lost his talent, and began to pursue magic eagerly... It was like his subconscious mind had been changed."

"This is the only exception?"

"There are more than one exceptions, but there are also some debris that attaches to some people without causing any impact at all. I know what you want to say. Haierbo is completely dead, and all his Horcruxes have been destroyed long ago. That one just now

Haierbo is the last point."

"Then his behavior..."

"Sin is sin," DeWitt interrupted Ciri and said, "If it were another person, the way of pursuing magic would be different."

Jonathan heard clearly, his expression gradually changed from panic to confusion, and finally lowered his head in despair, looking at a piece of dirt on the ground, thinking back and forth in his mind - it turns out that all my goals are fake, I firmly believe that

The thing turned out to be just an extremely small part of an immortal, which made me look so small... And compared to the boundless universe, I was indeed small. The world would still function without me, but after I disappeared, everything

It has lost its meaning. Whether I am a wizard or not is meaningless, unless... what this wizard who lost his mask said is false.

That's right, Jonathan thought happily, why did he believe in DeWitt's words so much? He had no reason to lie to himself... but people do many things for no reason, like making medicine to stimulate the desire for magic.

If a person's talent is only for efficiency, then what he did to those girls who lost consciousness due to taking medicine is completely unnecessary, and it is meaningless to destroy those people's bodies, but he just did it, just like De

Witt... must have made up such detailed lies just to see himself lose his faith. He even pulled out dead people from a thousand years ago and created illusions to act...

Jonathan figured it out. He raised his head again and said arrogantly: "After saying so much, you actually just want to take away my prescription, right?"

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