Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

The people in black robes didn't want to abandon their companions not because of their deep friendship with each other, but because they were afraid that the injured ones would be caught and implicated in them.At the same time, they are not afraid and firmly believe that they are at a disadvantage not because of the gap in strength, but because they were sneak attacked.This arrogance based on pure blood drove them to turn back unwillingly. Even when they realized that they had an absolute advantage, they chose to slowly surround them from all directions after showing up.What's more, the Dark Mark has been launched elsewhere, and its significance is not only to contain people from the Ministry of Magic, but also as a layer of insurance.There is still a lot of time, enough for the people in black robes to get rid of DeWitt's obstacles before causing more trouble.

"It's so shameless." DeWitt saw the enemy's thoughts and sighed in a low voice with a sneer.

Among the people surrounding him was Lucius Malfoy, who looked at Hermione with DeWitt's body with hatred in his eyes like the others.

"I caught you," the first person to speak was a wizard. His identity could not be identified, but his voice was both proud and vicious: "I have caught you, why are you still running?"

The siege was about to begin, and the people who had been knocked down were scattered and rescued. The people who had just scolded Hermione and DeWitt for their lack of honor now stood among their companions, and no longer mentioned the matter of a head-on duel.DeWitt didn't feel much about this situation. He still had time to ask Hermione: "How about it? Do you want to stay or leave first?"

"Will it be troublesome to stay?" Hermione asked nervously, staring at the men in black robes approaching slowly.

"Only...a little bit of trouble," DeWitt admitted: "But it doesn't matter, you-" He raised his voice and said to the people in black robes: "Come to duel, I will duel all of you."

The people in black robes laughed again, jagged laughter, like the laughter when the Roberts family was humiliated and tortured. "What is he thinking?" These people shouted: "He looks like a giant monster, and his brain is not working well!"

"If he wants glory, then give him glory." Finally, someone wanted to continue the drama: "Don't forget our identities, who comes first?"

"I'll do it!" A medium-sized wizard volunteered, and he didn't forget to sarcastically say: "Do you know the etiquette of dueling?"

Of course DeWitt knew that. He impatiently raised his wand in front of him and bowed to the wizard standing not far opposite.Another wizard came out and wanted to be the referee. He said: "When I say start, you can start."

DeWitt now regarded the duel as an interesting drama that he could personally act in. The hand holding the wand involuntarily increased its strength. He couldn't wait to hit these people in the face.

Then, at the end of "start", the medium-sized wizard raised his hand and cast the "Cruciatus Curse".DeWitt dodged sideways and fired back with a crushing spell.The wizard used the "Iron Armor Curse" to block it, and then used the "Cruciatus Curse" again.DeWitt continued to dodge by relying only on his reactions, and at the same time began to omit spells and gestures, and slowly increased the speed of releasing the spell.The wizard's resistance also changed from being very comfortable at the beginning to being in a hurry.The defense he put up could block at most three magic spells before disappearing, but DeWitt's speed of casting three magic spells gradually changed from one per second to three per second. In the end, he was too lazy to care whether the spell casting movements were standard. , he simply raised the wand horizontally, making the wand become like a fully automatic thermal weapon and like fireworks, releasing magic spells continuously.Completely suppressing the wizard, making his movements monotonous, until he was so panicked that he had to prepare a second "Iron Armor Curse" just after he used one "Iron Armor Curse".

As the situation of the duel slowly changed, the attitude of the people in black robes also changed from relaxed at the beginning, to serious, and now to shame.They were ashamed of their arrogance and began to plot a counterattack.

The medium-sized wizard also screamed at this time: "You are just...protecting yourself with armor! Are you watching! Save me...protecting yourself with armor! Save me...protecting yourself with armor! Are you...protecting yourself with armor?" Protect yourself! Do you really plan to go one-on-one with him?"

There is no need to hesitate, this battle is undoubtedly a shame for the people in black robes, but fortunately, the shame that no one knows is not a shame.They reached a consensus in a very short time and raised their wands at the same time - obviously the spells used were not unified - colorful dazzling beams of light shot at DeWitt and Hermione from all directions at the same time.

DeWitt knew very well that he couldn't trust anyone's bottom line, so this was to be expected, he thought with a sneer as the cursed beam flew in the air, and this time he did not dodge, but put up a defensive barrier. , protect yourself and Hermione.

There are always spells that hit the open space, creating rising smoke, and there are always spells that hit the defensive barrier, conflicting with DeWitt's power, producing distorted and weird light.While the men in black robes were waiting for the results to become clear, and as they were hesitating whether to continue attacking the smoke, the sound of human breathing suddenly came from the dust.

All the fine dust was dispersed in an instant, and the figure in the smoke appeared in front of all the men in black robes.

DeWitt's black robe was extremely dirty, and his condition looked very bad. He was supported by Hermione on his elbows, as if he could barely stand, with his head lowered and his back hunched.

At this time, everyone heard DeWitt's words.

"I've had enough red tape," he slowly straightened up, raised his left hand and pulled open the robe on his body, revealing the thick black armor under the robe. He let go of his hand and let the fragments of the robe fly, and said in a low voice, "Now, It’s the second stage! You two-standard dogs that bully the weak!”

Without waiting for the words to fall to the ground, DeWitt took a stance. When his right hand moved to his side, the wand in his hand deformed and unfolded into a sharp and heavy sword.The burly body moved, leaving no time to react. He had already rushed towards the medium-sized wizard. The sharp blade in his hand immediately penetrated the wizard's body and was strung on the sword. With more force, he lifted The wizard threw himself at the man in black robe who was trying to use magic, and used the wizard's body to interrupt the casting of the spell.The left hand that had been free swung out a long flaming whip, splitting the skin of a black-robed man, scorching the wound, and knocking them to the ground.

Hermione watched quietly, feeling a little intolerable, but when she thought about what happened to the Roberts family, irrational anger rushed into her brain, which made her want to praise DeWitt instead.At the same time, the smell of fire and blood further dissipated her rationality. She thought, these people can hurt the Roberts family today, and they may randomly select victims on the streets of ordinary people tomorrow. If left unchecked, her parents will be harmed one day sooner or later. harm.As for the Ministry of Magic... no one from the Ministry of Magic has shown up yet. They went to pursue clues about the Dark Mark, but ignored these suspected Death Eaters.Could an unknown piece of information be more important than someone else who might be hurt?Looking back on my experience in the first year, people's comments about the hopeless atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic became reality.With no hope left, Hermione finally decided that the current Ministry of Magic was not trustworthy.

While Hermione was thinking in the barrier, DeWitt chopped down one black-robed man after another, and the lightning and fire in his hands splashed freely, making no defense effective.The people in black robes finally realized that this was an irresistible enemy and began to try to escape.