The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Voldemort enjoyed the pleasure of torturing DeWitt and counted DeWitt's "sins" in detail.

"You are such a disobedient brat. A brat of your age should be full of power, fantasize about his own uniqueness, and daydream about saving the world all day and night, but you never follow the instructions I give you.

A perfect plan." Voldemort freely controlled the progress of the blood curse and adjusted the pain level of beast transformation back and forth. The purpose was to keep DeWitt sharp: "You killed the troll, and then you killed Quirrell...my plan.

I keep changing because of you. Even when I had to drink the blood of unicorns to stay alive, you stopped me. Although Quirrell bore the price for me... But..."

When Voldemort saw the dumbfounded Hermione, he used the changes in shadows and airflow to express his sneer. He said to Hermione in a cruel and cold tone, "I didn't expect your friend to have this side, did you? You want to listen."

Did your friend admit it personally? Come on, you damn brat, tell your friend - tell the friend who attacked me for you, what kind of person you are? After all - there shouldn't be... between friends

Secret."

Although the news Voldemort told was shocking, Hermione would not be stupid enough to ask DeWitt for an explanation regardless of the situation. She quickly adjusted her state and attacked Voldemort again - because Hermione discovered that even if she stopped,

, Voldemort has not stopped controlling DeWitt's blood curse, so it is better to try all the spells she can think of now, hoping which spell will work - at the same time, she is also whispering to the fairies for help.
But Dinah's answer was the same as when Voldemort appeared. She could only protect, not attack, and of course she would not attack - should a doll blow wind on Voldemort, make Voldemort make a wish, or give Voldemort a massage?

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Voldemort waited for the two young wizards to fall into a situation where they did not trust each other. It was so fun to watch friends who had just trusted each other suddenly take up arms and fight. But he waited and waited, and Hermione's curse continued to hit him.

It's like setting off fireworks through the virtual body in the dark night.

Voldemort gradually became bored, so he decided to be merciful, end the futile resistance as soon as possible, and let Hermione have a good rest. Although Hermione was the best among the freshmen, now, he could not remember the identity of this "Mudblood" little witch.

Name.

"Your mudblood friend is very tired, little half-blood." No one knew whether Voldemort would feel ashamed when he called DeWitt such a word. He used pain to urge DeWitt to take action: "Kill her.

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But DeWitt did not speak. At this moment, pain is the bridge, blood is the medium, the dragon egg is placed in front of him as the source of the curse, and every part of the entire curse is in front of him. Voldemort's spellcasting process is equivalent to on-site teaching, and he is far from fully understanding the blood curse.

Just a little closer.

At this time, DeWitt suddenly said: "You can't actually use magic other than blood spells, right?"

This sentence was pronounced clearly, coherently and powerfully. DeWitt no longer trembled when he said it, and there was no abnormality. Now he can control some blood curses.

Of course Voldemort noticed these details, and he was about to get angry immediately, but remembering DeWitt's level, he simply stopped covering it up and said coldly: "...You are still so sharp."

"But so what?" Voldemort was a little surprised and doubtful of DeWitt's current state, but he was extremely confident in his own power. It was impossible for his blood curse to be controlled by others. He had the right to assume that DeWitt had an astonishing ability to deal with pain.

Tolerance, with a masterful and arrogant tone, continued: "Your consciousness depends on one of my thoughts. Think of yourself - no matter how capable you are - no matter what your purpose is, as long as I am willing, you will

Become a reptile, feed on the soil... and on smaller reptiles."

DeWitt thought about the scene where Voldemort gnawed on the soil mixed with unicorn blood, and Voldemort must have also remembered it, otherwise he would not have changed his mind.

"The only right choice you have now is to kill this blind Mudblood." Voldemort felt a little uneasy, but this uneasiness came for no reason. After suppressing it, his speech speed increased unconsciously: "Even if I don't

So what if you use magic? The only choice that can keep you alive is to listen to me—just listen to me."

"That's ridiculous," DeWitt was about to say: "You want to see us turn against each other? But I will not betray my friends. I am a human being, not to mention that my friends also trust me - I can't see that from you.

For any beautiful thing, I can completely understand your behavior as jealousy - you are jealous of everything, and the more you lack something, the more you despise it. You are so despicable."

Voldemort fell silent, and the violently fluctuating shadows around him showed his inner unrest. From a rational point of view, the best way for him to achieve his goal was to continue to use words to encourage DeWitt until he was completely under control. But now, one after another

Humiliation - that kind of calm, judgment-like statement - made Voldemort lose his mind. Even if his next plan would be affected, it didn't matter if he continued to act in the form of shadow. He just wanted DeWitt to die -

He immediately turned into a lizard and died miserably.

Feeling the connection provided by the blood curse, Voldemort let out a weird grin, and shouted ferociously: "Then you will die!"

The malicious curse became active at the same moment, and the irreversible transformation into a beast was about to happen. But just like the long foreshadowing, DeWitt was already on guard. Now everything was finally going according to plan. He waved his hand in the air.

The hand with nothing seemed to throw something out, and it did throw something out - it was an illusory black chain, emitting a purple light that symbolized a negative state, making a tinkling sound, ignoring Voldemort's illusory words.

Gesture connects DeWitt and Voldemort.

"You want me to die?" DeWitt sneered, settling old and new grudges together. Everything he had just suffered must be returned in kind. He sneered in a low voice: "First taste the pain you inflicted on me!"