Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Chapter 148 A more careful plan

I'm going to die here today, Ron thought desperately, and he looked at his best friend Harry - Harry's eyes were still burning with anger and could burn him out at any time.

And DeWitt... DeWitt, DeWitt, a person who is usually so smart, why is he so stupid now!Handing over the wand means completely losing hope of survival. Why don't you understand?

Farewell, parents; Farewell, brothers and sisters; Farewell, the wand that has accompanied Wes at home for decades - Ron looked sadly at the broken remains of the old wand at Voldemort's feet, and then looked at Dewey. At this moment, I realized that I didn't have any resentment in my heart, and it was nice to die with my friends.

"Then hand it over," Voldemort said viciously: "But I think you are smart enough to think of what will happen after meeting my conditions, right?"

The air gradually became humid, the protective spells were ready, and DeWitt's voice became muffled. He said with a smile: "You can guess whether I have any means to deal with it - Tom - —I’ll just call you that, guess what?”

Voldemort was silent. He was shocked and confused, but he couldn't find any loopholes in his request. Therefore, DeWitt's words were just an empty city tactic when there was no retreat. He regained his confidence, but said more and more vigilantly: "Destroy first." Got your wand."

DeWitt broke the wand with a "snap", threw it far away to his side, and said, "Is it okay? Am I doing a good enough job?"

"Where's the basilisk?"

DeWitt took out the suitcase containing the basilisk from his pocket and threw it in the direction of Voldemort.

"It's inside."

Voldemort couldn't open it with one hand. He saw DeWitt's method of taking out the suitcase and thought he had found the blind spot: "Pocket! Take out that bag - throw it over too!"

DeWitt did so.

Voldemort was still worried: "Take off your clothes."

"You're so disgusting." DeWitt said. He took off his robe, jacket, and shirt: "Do you want to see my muscles? What do you think? Are you envious?"

"You only have this brute force that you can use now." Voldemort said sarcastically, but objectively speaking, he also admitted that when DeWitt exerted force, the muscle lines revealed on his body were strong and well-proportioned, which was the case for most wizards. Those who didn’t: “And pants.”

Voldemort deliberately humiliated DeWitt.

"Then you kill me." DeWitt stopped moving and seemed to have begun to wear out his clothes: "You will never take off your pants."

"Are you afraid of feeling inferior?"

"I'm afraid you'll feel inferior."

Voldemort sneered and avoided the topic. Judging from his own situation, even compared with an underdeveloped child, no matter which body he has, he is more likely to have low self-esteem.

"It's not the time yet," he said arrogantly: "It's too easy to kill you now, and I - keep my promise, you two - go ahead."

The restraints on Harry and Ron's feet were untied, and they struggled against the silent magic and ran over - their hands still tied together.

Watching the scene where his friends were about to gather, Voldemort smiled happily. Now, a small hope had been ignited in the hearts of DeWitt, Harry and Ron. If one of them was killed at this time, it would definitely be possible. Let the others feel the despair of being powerless to the extreme——

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort's wand started with a death curse, aiming at Ron - despair now, cry bitterly, you self-righteous boy, just watch your friend die in front of your eyes...

And DeWitt just watched. The spell had been prepared in advance. Making gestures was completely redundant. The water vapor accumulated in the underground provided great convenience for casting water spells. Frost had already condensed on the must-go for the death curse. The road... But there is a light of fire that is one step faster. Not only does it appear out of thin air, it also cancels out the death curse.

"That's Professor Dumbledore's bird... ah no, Phoenix!" When Voldemort cast the killing curse with all his strength, the magic on Harry's mouth was lifted, and he shouted excitedly: "I knew it! I knew it! Deng Professor Bullydo will definitely not..."

The phoenix came. The phoenix was hit by the death curse and fell down. When it fell to the ground, it turned into a pile of ashes.

This scene made Harry stop, hunched his shoulders, and stayed there in silence.

Voldemort laughed loudly: "You think the old immortal will not do anything? Send a phoenix to block the death curse for you? He has been driven away! You will definitely wonder why I know such details ——You didn’t expect it. In fact, even Dumbledore was driven away under my control! Gilderoy Lockhart does have such advantages--he is famous enough, and his connection with the "Daily Prophet" It was close enough. I promised that the next book would be serialized in the newspaper, and the people from the newspaper... all came to report to me the news that Dumbledore suddenly killed Hagrid, that stupid guy. Dumbledore couldn't be there. It’s time to come back!”

"Who do you want to explain to?" DeWitt said immediately, not missing any opportunity to make Voldemort uncomfortable: "Do you know what I heard from your words? I heard fear and fear. You Just like a child who has not grown up, he is afraid of a strict father and a strict teacher - and your fear of Dumbledore lasts until your death. Isn't it embarrassing? Have you ever considered calling Dumbledore? Call me daddy? Maybe he will let you go for the sake of father-son affection? I'm sorry you don't have the brains and courage! Useless trash!"

Harry laughed happily when he saw Voldemort using Lockhart's face to make a trembling expression of anger. After laughing, he whispered: "You are really good at scolding. When can you teach me?"

Ron was no longer afraid. He even looked at Lockhart several times and said, "I want to learn too..."

But soon, Voldemort's anger suddenly retracted like a video played backwards. He said calmly: "Yes, you have the upper hand with your words, but you will regret it later. You definitely didn't." Your other friends, your most valued friends, will be hurt by the thought that I controlled more than one person at Hogwarts, and all because you stood by while Gilderoy Lockhart was..."

"So, you...are you looking for this girl named Emma Grossman?"

Someone else came.

The secret room that no one has entered for decades now houses most of the scenes in Hogwarts. Students, professors, and animals enter in batches and at different times, bringing noise and noise to this secret place that once enjoyed tranquility.

The statue of Slytherin still stands in place, his monkey-like face watching everything that happens here. He has had an impact on the future, but now he has no impact.

Just like Voldemort, he realized that the situation was not good, but he could only watch silently as Emma Grossman's body flew over, hit the ground and rolled a few times, and swept over the rest of the people present with a vicious look. People, everyone is his enemy.

Hermione walked out of the shadows in the same manner as DeWitt. She stood next to DeWitt in a dusty manner. Her clothes were covered with dust and she was in a mess. Her eyes were bright, reflecting her high-spirited look, and she said: "I Sent her here."