The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

"Alas," the white mask pretended to sigh. He didn't even hide his pretense, "Can't you accept it? After all, you are a person with nothing."

DeWitt narrowed his eyes, hiding the dangerous look flashing in his pupils.

White Mask turned around and said comfortingly: "But you don't look like a person who succumbs to fate. In that case, I am also happy to tell you what a faded person should do."

There was no emotion or anger in DeWitt's tone. He said calmly: "Please speak."

White Mask asked: "Do you know about blessings?"

Based on the context, DeWitt guessed: "The golden light rooted in the ground."

"It's that light," White Mask said appreciatively, "that can allow those of you who have faded to take a break, and part of the blessed light will gradually turn into a directional beam of light, pointing in the direction of the so-called 'Guidance of Blessing'.

It is also the path for those who fade, and you...'blessed guidance' will lead you to the place where you finally die..."

White Mask was speechless for the rest of the sentence, because DeWitt's wand turned into a sword, piercing the body from the back of White Mask's head, absolutely cutting off the spine at the neck, and immediately made White Mask kneel down like a sinner.

He prayed on the ground, using the sword that penetrated from his chest and then penetrated into the ground to support his weak body.

"It's finally done. This way, you don't have to worry about processing the straightforward news into hurtful feelings, and I also save time." DeWitt stretched out his hand, pressed the top of the white mask's head, and pulled the

He pressed down with a whimper of death, causing the white mask's neck to drop so low that it broke and his forehead touched his chest. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "A win-win situation."

Rune, or a slightly different secret power, flowed out of White Mask's lifeless body and turned into a visible memory that was obtained by DeWitt. At this point, he finally had a preliminary understanding of the junction.

, but at the same time, there are words such as blood, dynasty, and Michaela lingering in his mind. This part of the content belongs to the white mask and cannot be forgotten. Compared with the news about the junction that is about to blurt out, these memories are not fresh but profound enough.
DeWitt felt that the annoyance in his heart was lessened, and he immediately let go of his hand, and the body that fell to the ground turned into dust, without any items remaining.

"Alice?" DeWitt suddenly felt a little too quiet and shouted softly.

"What's the matter?" Alice's tone was cold.

"Aren't you curious about the story of the junction?"

"Of course I'm curious, but I don't plan to take the initiative to ask," Alice said, "because not only do I know that you will take the initiative to speak out, I also know that you actually just want to express your desire to talk."

Alice is right. DeWitt does have a strong desire to talk, but the fundamental reason is that there are many emotions accumulated in his chest, including the uncontrollable worry after being separated from others, the confusion of not being able to find the goal, and the inability to escape from the trap.

Uneasy, he is not the kind of person who would cry to vent, and the road from the void to the junction is too long, so long that DeWitt didn't realize how much time had passed. It seemed that he just talked more and wanted to find something.

When people talk, they actually feel lonely - and the only person they talk to is Alice - fortunately, there is Alice. Without Alice, what would DeWitt be like?

"The direction pointed by the blessing is a city. The place we are in is called Nimgofu," DeWitt saw. "The name of the city is Stonewell...Storm Veil...White Mask's memory said that

There is an old and ugly demigod in this city..."

"What does demigod mean?" Alice's tone was unusually hopeful, "It sounds... epic."

"Anyway, he's not the kind of abstract god with the concept of 'omnipotence'," DeWitt's tone contained a hint of contempt that he didn't even notice. It was natural for him to have such an emotion, because Green Vilon's

God is a traitor, a thief, a liar and a robber. He does not have a good impression of God. “And, it’s him who is obsessed with ‘limb extensions’.”

"You mean that thing is this demigod's subordinate?"

"'That thing' is an aristocrat with a limb," DeWitt corrected Alice. "That demigod is called Godrick. I always feel like I've seen this name somewhere... Oh, Gryffindor

The founder's name is Godric."

"I don't think the two are related," Alice asked, "Does my surname Liddell have something to do with Voldemort?"

"Obviously not."

After breaking through the patrol of the big tree guard, DeWitt met the second person who could communicate in the dilapidated church. This wandering ethnic businessman dressed like Santa Claus said his name was Gale and he had some goods.

, but DeWitt didn't have much use for it, so he continued to move forward, following the guidance of the blessing, and reached the level where the mountain demon defended.

The wind in Nimgefu can be considered calm.

Time, DeWitt repeated this word in his mind. He had to stay briefly at each blessing, so he gradually became aware of the chaos at the junction. White Mask's memory said that Elden's Ring had been broken, which is probably

It is the source of chaos, and chaos is like a whirlpool, trying to drag everything in, and those who are dragged into the whirlpool will enter a cycle of reset and refresh, wandering in it, and cannot escape. DeWitt feels that the problem ultimately lies in

At the junction, he believed that those things that were still moving should have died long ago, but where were their deaths?

At this time, Alice asked again. She stayed in the gem that stored her soul and said: "When can I get out?"

Wait a moment, DeWitt was going to continue to answer like this, and then repeat his concerns again, hoping that Alice could understand that the normal world can usually tolerate the appearance of a ghost, but this is not normal, and a ghost suddenly appears.

Bad things might happen, and such accidents should be avoided as much as possible... It would not take long to organize these words, so at almost the same moment, a black shadow of a rider suddenly appeared and interrupted what he was about to say.

, DeWitt looked over and immediately saw that the black shadow and the horse were both disembodied souls. What he immediately thought of was not to judge whether the person coming was an enemy or a friend, but to think that Alice could move freely now.

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Then, the man in black robe sitting sideways on the horse pulled the collar of the robe on his chest, slid off the horse, and said in a somewhat ethereal tone: "Hello, you who came through the fog, my name is

It's Melina."

The horse began to want to get closer to DeWitt out of personal preference. It lowered its head, rubbed the palm of DeWitt's hand with the side of its face, and tried to urge DeWitt to put his hand on top of his head. The horse passed to DeWitt's hand.

The touch was the same as real flesh and blood. DeWitt also saw the horns on the horse's head - like the horns of a calf.

Then the person in black robe squatted down so that her head was at the same level as the sitting DeWitt, and then she took off her hood, revealing her face with only one eye open.

She said: "I want to negotiate a condition with you."