The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

The heavy atmosphere suppressed the sound of the entire area. For the time being, no one wanted to speak.

Hermione broke the silence pretending to be relaxed. She forced a smile and said: "Since it is a problem, there will always be a solution, right? DeWitt, what do you think?"

"Don't ask me, I didn't answer it," DeWitt said, having already made up his mind. "This is a question that smart people like to think about. I'm not very smart, so I never think about it. I can't see it."

I never dwell on the tragedy outside my field of vision, I only look at what’s in front of me.”

After thinking for a while, he added: "If you have any ideas, remember to tell me and I will support you."

Dumbledore then asked: "You said you value the present, Bonfire Street is right in front of you, what are you going to do?"

"I will deal with the past," DeWitt clenched his fists and stretched them, twisting his joints, feeling the connected bones, and slightly stretching the connected muscles, he decided calmly, "and the future is not up to me.

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"You cannot kill Jonathan, nor anyone else in the market," Dumbledore warned. "Once you do, this place will fall into chaos, and the process of re-stabilization will bring more disasters..."
"Oh, don't tell me that," DeWitt sneered as the wand in his hand transformed into a sword like liquid flowing in a mold. "You chose to compromise out of various considerations. That's right, but what you described

The scenes are all in the future, I don’t care, and don’t expect me to have any psychological burden. I only know that Jonathan’s lies make me sick..."

"Don't kill Jonathan. He is the benefactor of us Bonfire Street orphans. He gives us food and faith," Anna rushed to stop DeWitt from walking toward Jonathan. She begged, "Please..."

Dumbledore looked solemn, fighting with himself in his heart. Before the result was clear, he stood aside and watched.

"I've told you," DeWitt found peace after making his decision. Facing Anna at this moment, he could say calmly, "Jonathan deceived you. The child who should be protected became his tool for murder.

He sent the old, hopeless adults to the dissecting table and turned them into materials. How can such a person deserve respect? The more you respect him, the more disgusting I feel, and I have given up trying to let you understand my reasoning... Get out of the way.

Right."

Anna couldn't muster the slightest determination to confront DeWitt, but she didn't want to give up. Two streaks of clear mucus flowed from her nose, and helpless tears appeared in her red eyes. She looked at the others pitifully.

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Dumbledore spoke again, and he said sharply: "That's enough, DeWitt! If you can't think of a way to solve the problem, then stop interfering!"

"You mean to just sit back and watch like you?" DeWitt stared at Anna in front of him, but said to Dumbledore, "Aside from protecting Bonfire Street in name, what else did you do? I must have said that you

Being able to detect the clues of Haierbo, they did not dare to use magic rashly, and they did not dare to attract the attention of the magic world, so as not to stimulate the resurrection of Voldemort's ancestors. This is certainly one reason, but what about some smaller aspects? Even those

The adults who escaped here are determined to sacrifice everything to obtain magic, but what about the newborn?"

It was difficult for Dumbledore to refute. He said bitterly: "Yes, when I noticed that there might be an ancient dark wizard hiding here who has not recovered, I first ruled out the method of directly attracting a large number of wizards. This has been the case for thousands of years."

The reason why wizards do not enter in large numbers is because the magic world cannot withstand a more powerful Dark Lord at present. Those dark wizards are also aware of this. They do not want to put an ancestor on their head, and they know how to threaten them.

I can't take risks without a sure-fire solution. This is a place of chaos after all... As for the children, I can't take them away from their parents in the name of good intentions, even if these parents instill unrealistic ideals in them.

Parents who are beggars also want their children to be rich. How can I deprive my parents of such rights?"

DeWitt used magic to push Anna away, and he came to Jonathan: "So being born here is like being born in a war-torn area. No matter how you calculate it or find the source, it's all a mess... I don't want to debate anymore.

No, I didn’t do all this to make you accept my kindness, or to make you think I’m a good person, it was purely because I thought Jonathan deserved to die.”

Jonathan looked at the tall figure blocking his field of vision, as if he saw the shadow of death brought by the judge. He roared angrily, and suddenly pulled out a silver revolver, trying to make a final resistance, but before taking aim, De

Witt had already grabbed his wrist with his free left hand. The force restraining Jonathan was strong and stable, and his wrist could not move, and even began to tremble with pain.

At this time, DeWitt lightly tossed the sword he was holding in his right hand, held it with his backhand while the sword was in the air, raised it from bottom to top, and hit Jonathan's elbow with the hilt of the sword twice from two directions.

After the crisp sound of breaking the bone, make it break in the opposite direction of the natural bending. Then let go of Jonathan's wrist, catch the gun that he can't hold tightly, use your thumb to pull down the hammer, and your index finger to pull the trigger, and the gunshots will sound in succession.

A line, covering up the sound of tearing flesh and blood, the bullet accurately and quickly penetrated Jonathan's shoulder blade, thigh and knee.

Before the smoke from the muzzle dissipated, DeWitt put the entire gun into his backpack. He grabbed Jonathan's collar, but this was not to make Jonathan stand upright, but to adjust the direction and angle, and then briefly

With a strong force and a diagonal pull, Jonathan jumped forward, his chest and abdomen just touching the raised pillars on the ground, while Jonathan's head was suspended in the air and bent forward, exposing the elongated back of his neck.

Now, Jonathan is like meat on the chopping board.

DeWitt raised his leg and stepped hard on Jonathan's back, quelling the wailing that had just begun. Then he raised the sword in his hand and raised it above his head. Before swinging it down, he turned his back to Hermione, Alice and the others.

Facing Dumbledore, Anna and the rest of the people on Bonfire Street, he said calmly and coldly: "There are countless sufferings and tragedies in this world, and I don't have the ability to solve them from the root. All I can do is to eliminate them."

Everything I have seen with my own eyes is intolerable, and I know very well that behind every decision there are people who don't understand me, just like you, Anna. I don't want to argue with the "for your own good" interface, you just

You need to accept it. Even if you don't accept it, what can you do? And you, Professor Dumbledore, of course I know that what you did is not wrong. You have too many things to consider. Take away the pure child and you have to consider the child.

Parents, when they lose their parents, you have to consider the innocence that these children have lost due to violence... You want to stop me to think of a better way, I understand, but I don't agree, I can't bear it

Let Jonathan take another breath of air, so there’s nothing we can do about it, that’s it.”

DeWitt swung his sword. Jonathan dropped his head, leaving his unwilling soul to yell at DeWitt, but the anger of the dead was meaningless. DeWitt calmly swallowed Jonathan's secret source.

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"Next, it's time for those people in the market. The gangs there have also launched attacks on us. I plan to completely eliminate them and those illegal goods," DeWitt said to Dumbledore, "Professor,

What do you think?"

Dumbledore avoided DeWitt's eyes and said disappointedly: "If you still trust me, let me handle the follow-up problems."

DeWitt laughed and said: "Of course! Of course! Professor, I trust you! You are willing to wear the shackles of rules and dance in a moral circle. I trust you! But before anyone else comes, Bonfire Street

Let me finish the relevant parts..."

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