Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

The magic of the Necromancy School is always so close to people's negative experiences.

The Shackles of Pain are also based on this. The purpose of this spell is to share pain and damage with the enemy, but after giving up the shared damage, DeWitt can return all the accumulated pain to Voldemort——

"Does it hurt?" Now the situation has reversed. The same pain has been borne by another person. Voldemort can't even maintain the blood curse. He must try hard not to let the body made of shadows collapse, and he has to listen to DeWitt continue to sneer: " Talking, right? The famous Dark Lord...why do you talk so much?"

In fact, DeWitt talked a lot, but he did not forget to take action.

Quickly arriving in front of the dragon egg, DeWitt rubbed his fingertips hard on the body of his wand. The dragon scales on it stood up at the right time, making a shallow cut, and a moderate amount of blood flowed out. Drop it on the dragon egg.

Of course, the blood curse needs blood-related means to be lifted. DeWitt pressed his hand on the eggshell to feel it for a while - unfortunately, when the curse started to take effect, the life inside died, and the only fluctuation was the curse. The magic power consumes everything of an unborn dragon... DeWitt originally wanted to use Voldemort as an experimental subject for the blood curse, but Voldemort only had a remnant soul and could not turn into a lizard, so he would delay it any longer. , I am afraid that the remaining value of this precious dragon egg will be exhausted.

So - the object of blessing has to be changed.DeWitt mobilized the power of the secret source to bless this dragon egg. Maybe this dragon egg will be rejuvenated?When the green light penetrated into the dragon egg and lingered on the shell, the power of the curse was indeed dissipated by the blessing of the secret source, and the power of the blessing fed back to himself through the same path, changing the beastly appearance back. After confirming that there was no trace of the curse left in the dragon egg, DeWitt put it in his pocket - he could study it later.

There's also Voldemort to deal with.

For the great Dark Lord, the pain he suffered during the time when DeWitt was breaking the curse was comparable to the total humiliation he suffered in the first half of his life.The uncontrollable anger grew stronger and stronger in the returned pain, and it was unbelievable that the blood curse was countered like this?Voldemort couldn't understand, but he was also very patient and began to think of a way out.

Voldemort's inner malignant gurgling bubbled.The pain at this moment was all caused by the blood curse. The curse restricted his power, making him temporarily unable to cast spells. But the curse disappeared and he had some strength again. Although this power may only be enough to cast a spell, don't forget There's also a little mudblood here.DeWitt must pay the price!Voldemort frantically repeated this thought in the depths of his soul. Didn't DeWitt value that Mudblood? Then kill the Mudblood and then retreat tactically. DeWitt must feel the guilt of losing his friend, and the best time is There is nothing better than the gap when the curse disappears, the moment when DeWitt checks and puts away the dragon egg——

Voldemort moved, even if the cost was dormant for decades, it didn't matter. With such a firm and vicious thought, he cast his most convenient death curse, and at the same time he did not forget to look at DeWitt with pleasure - it doesn't matter how capable you are. ?As long as you still have human feelings and feel that you are a decent person, you must bear the corresponding price and bear the psychological burden of your friends dying because of your justice.Voldemort and DeWitt looked at each other. He couldn't wait to see the panic and worry in DeWitt's eyes, and gave DeWitt a mental blow with his cruel eyes. But just like Voldemort never got what he wanted tonight, he just Neng could see the playful look in DeWitt's eyes.

Soon the banter would turn into regret, and Voldemort waited for the result with hatred, watching the green death curse fly towards Hermione.Before the results of the killing appeared, Voldemort got pleasure in advance.No one can react to this move, he thought confidently, DeWitt will burst into tears soon, and soon... the death curse will be blocked by the holy barrier.

Dinah used her fairy powers to stop the killing curse.

Voldemort trembled, and he shouted at DeWitt like crazy: "Is this also part of your calculation?!"

However, DeWitt did not answer at all. He held the shackles of pain that connected him and Voldemort, and the spell to absorb the secret source was ready, and there was no chance of Voldemort surviving this time, because DeWitt learned the lesson from last time - —If the secret source of Voldemort’s remnant soul is too small and cannot be sucked out like the residue at the bottom of a yogurt box, then use a more drastic method. For example, the first step is to take apart the yogurt box, which is equivalent to removing Voldemort’s remnant soul. Soul torn into pieces.

The magic mixed with DeWitt's will was passed into Voldemort's body along the Shackles of Pain.The magic powers of both sides were incompatible and very different. Under DeWitt's conscious stimulation, Voldemort's magic power began to riot uncontrollably, and forces from different sources began to confront each other. The specific manifestation was an explosion - first of all, the shadow. Cracked, when irregular cracks covered the entire shadow of Voldemort, a green light burst out from inside, completely breaking the shadow, causing the shadow to explode around like torn rags, each small piece in mid-air. Decompose and dissipate.Voldemort let out a long and brutal howl until it completely disappeared.What he brought to DeWitt at the last moment was not only noise, but also a negligible amount of secret source. The amount of the secret source was very small, pitifully small.

Can't it appear again?DeWitt was very sure that Voldemort's soul should have been split apart, and the core secret source had been absorbed by him. No matter how he thought about it, it should be completely dead. DeWitt checked carefully and couldn't find any trace of Voldemort. traces of its existence.Based on the knowledge he had gained so far, he couldn't imagine how Voldemort was still alive, but he still had some doubts after all - this was a complete world, and even wizards had a history of thousands of years. Who could guarantee that there wouldn't be any surprises in this thousand years? An extremely talented person who has developed a magic that can save his life even if his soul is destroyed?But DeWitt can only do this now. He has already made Voldemort's soul fly away. Although the amount of the secret source does not look like a complete soul at all, there is no news about the related magic at all.After repeatedly confirming that he couldn't do better, DeWitt stopped forcing it.

"It's over," he turned around with a reassuring smile on his face, and was about to say "Let's go back," when he saw the wand in Hermione's hand falling to the ground, while she lowered her head and gasped for air, shaking it. , fell back and sat on the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" DeWitt frowned and ran towards Hermione's position.Dinah, the fairy, also flew up and circled Hermione trying to bless her with fairy means.

"She is too tired, and nervousness and fear will aggravate the exhaustion," Alice said flatly, floating in the air, "This is obvious."

DeWitt tried to help Hermione up.When he came closer and held Hermione's arm, Hermione also raised her head, her eyes that had been strong and brave just now were filled with tears.

Sobbing, Hermione grabbed DeWitt's sleeves and raised her head, tears streaming down her face. She hugged DeWitt's bent upper body and suddenly burst into tears:

"I...I'm so scared..."