Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Maybe DeWitt didn't realize it, but Mrs. White did. The relationship between the two parties was more like a father and daughter than a mother and son on paper. DeWitt was like a strict Eastern tradition. Like an old father, he often gets angry and is so angry when his daughter fails to live up to expectations, but he is always reluctant to give her a few slaps.

At this time, I suddenly heard the "daughter" confess her heart and said that she remembered the good things of the "old father" in her heart. The "old father" was not only happy but also happy.

From a cold profit perspective, Mrs. White, who is weak and can distinguish good from bad, is easier to control than Old White. Wizards living in Muggle society also have the convenience of status.The pot-bellied old White is not only vicious and vengeful, but also manic, not to mention that his bald and ugly old face is really disgusting.The results are obvious. Mrs. White is definitely more obedient, more stable, and more importantly more useful than Old White. There is no need to worry about her being smart. If something goes wrong, her first choice will definitely be to wait for DeWitt to solve it. That's good, because DeWitt knows he can fix everything.

"Then..." DeWitt said in a childish voice, pretending to be deep: "If you don't resent me because of your husband's death, then go ahead and kill your husband."

This is also an order. When Mrs. White personally ends her suffering, DeWitt will take the initiative to remove the charm, and depending on Mrs. White's attitude, he will rush to the station to decide her end.

Charm is courage, and it was only under the power of magic that Mrs. White tremblingly grabbed the wand and walked out of the basement.

Time passed very quickly and was very short. When she returned to the basement, Mrs. White's face was pale, her wand was gone, and there was no blood on her body. Apparently she knew that she was a wizard, and she should have been cut off with magic.

"What spell was used?" DeWitt asked.

"The Death Curse." Mrs. White replied stiffly: "That is the most effective method."

"Cause and reincarnation," DeWitt sighed, wanting to reach out and cast a spell directly, but then remembered that he already had a precious wand, and now was a good opportunity to use it.So like a wizard in this world, he raised his wand, symbolically drew a circle, and read the name of the spell: "Peace of Mind and Peace of Mind."

Although the name of this spell is called Peace of Mind, it is actually a low-level spell from the Agni School. It can clear away all negative mental states and make the recipient more awake and sharp. It seems to just light up between Mrs. White's eyebrows. A white light with a red edge appeared, and then the red light spread, sweeping across the body from the inside out, completely eliminating the charm effect. Mrs. White regained her sanity without waiting for the light to dissipate.

So DeWitt witnessed it with his own eyes. He saw Mrs. White's face getting paler and paler, her legs falling to the ground as if they had lost strength, and the muscles in her lips and cheeks twitching unconsciously, as if there were groups of elves running under her skin. , she mustered up the courage to look up, and as soon as she met the eyes of DeWitt, who was sitting on the back of the chair, she immediately lowered her head humbly, and scraped the ground with her nails with her nails as if she was out of control.

"How does the wand I made work?" DeWitt did not care about Mrs. White's mental state.

"Very...very good. I can feel the movement of magic power...it helps a lot in my spellcasting..."

"Really? How much do you think a wand like this could be sold for now?"

"A wand like this would be very popular... I don't know how much it could sell for."

DeWitt then stopped talking, gave Mrs. White a few minutes to collect herself, and then asked, "How do you feel?"

Mrs. White no longer shivered. She stood up with her shoulders against the wall. Her back was a little hunched, probably because she was not used to the burden of a life. She held her hands together awkwardly and placed them in front of her lower abdomen. , with one leg straight and the other bent, he whispered: "I...I can't tell..."

It's a good thing that she can't tell clearly. It means that Mrs. White still lacks understanding of herself to this extent, and she has not discovered her full potential.

"What are your next plans?" DeWitt did not use charm or threaten with force, he just smiled and looked at Mrs. White, who was staring at the floor.

"I really do not know."

"Then listen to me," DeWitt said seductively in an unquestionable tone: "First of all, go deal with the follow-up work of that man - my personal suggestion is to make a fire, and you are because of sending No one cares about a fire on a nondescript farm in the outskirts of the country when their own children go to school and escape, and then—do you like this place? Let’s be honest.”

As far as DeWitt knew, Mrs. White should have been an overly kind girl before she got married. Because of the demands of her stubborn Muggle parents, she fell in love with and got married to Old White, who inherited the legacy of her elders. Not long after the night, her parents also died, and Old White also lost all his family property and bought this farm with the last bit of grease from the dead camel. From then on, Mrs. White began her endless painful life until DeWitt came to the house. Choosing carefully, he decided to use magic to control this family to stand in front of him.It can be said that this place definitely carries all of Mrs. White’s bad memories.

"I... don't like it." Mrs. White seemed to speak very forcefully, and her teeth may have been slightly ground.

"I quite like it, being away from the crowd and being self-sufficient -" DeWitt smiled: "But this place should be yours now. Since you don't like it, why don't you sell it after you deal with your husband? What do you think?"

"……Yes."

"How are you going to spend the inheritance? Of course I'm just curious. In fact, I have no right to interfere with what you do with it--"

"No, I beg you...are you leaving?" Mrs. White was completely frightened. Instead, she raised her head out of fear of being abandoned, looked at DeWitt humbly and begged: "I give you everything—"

"It's not necessary," DeWitt smiled happily: "It will be a bit troublesome if I leave, but if I want to stay, of course I need to consider your opinion, but it depends on what you mean... do you want me to stay?"

Mrs. White nodded sharply.

"I can stay," DeWitt replied cheerfully: "But there are conditions."

"I agree to any conditions." Mrs. White answered quickly.

"You will start a family with me as my mother, but sometimes you have to listen to me." DeWitt was convinced of Mrs. White. Mrs. White's answer had already made him sure of it when he was in the charmed state, and now It's just a formal relationship.

Mrs. White was slightly relieved after hearing DeWitt's words, but still felt a little uneasy after answering: "Then what should I do next?"

"Go buy a new home somewhere you like and let me know," DeWitt said. "Don't forget to sell the wand. Knockturn Alley is probably not very safe. You have to protect your identity and guard against the good intentions of others. This is a trial, because I have no one to rely on now, let alone go to school. I can only rely on you. If you can't help, then we may have to separate. As for work... your job is to buy things. , send it to me, and then sell it, I will only take part of it, and you can do whatever you want with the rest, and finally--"

"Change your name," DeWitt stood up and left, preparing to go upstairs for dinner: "Your original name is very nice, by the way - remember to change your last name to Wald."