Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After all, the Werther family was gone.

The old Patriarch actually knew in his heart that the fall of the family is almost inevitable.Because even if they were only lost and regained, they were the only family in the world that still had the inheritance of Demon Summoning.

When Helbo chose to use the devil's body to achieve his "great cause", it was almost doomed to the demise of their Werther family.

After all, who would want to keep such a possibility of knowing their weaknesses?

Even though, they actually don't know what so-called "weakness" the devil will have.

"Patriarch, the living corpses are already surrounded outside, we...if we don't attack again, they will probably come in!"

A member of the tribe rushed in from the door in a hurry, forgetting the knock on the door.But for these rules that must be followed in the past, the old Patriarch now doesn't care anymore, let alone blame it.

"Let everyone keep their hands...As long as they haven't moved, we won't move." The old Patriarch shook his head and said, "Those are just the living dead whose souls have been torn apart and resurrected. They are not to be feared... …Just don’t do it, understand?"

"But why"

The wizard hadn’t finished the question, the old Patriarch stared at him suddenly, and he had to take the words back. The Patriarch has been in charge of the Wit family for so many years. The majesty of the Patriarch has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and he dare not exceed it at all. Moment half a step.

"Okay, go down!"

Seeing that the door was gently closed again, the old Patriarch took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead quite tiredly, and then sighed long.

He was not allowed to take the initiative to attack. Naturally, he would not be lucky, hoping that Helbo could see them let them go for the sake of their Witt family's obedient.

Haierbo is definitely not the kind of soft-hearted person, absolutely not!

And the reason why he did this is to keep the last bit of the Witt family as much as possible. Hope he has already given away his two grandsons. As long as the fire can be left behind, the Witt family can’t be regarded as completely destroyed. .

As for the person entrusted by the old Patriarch, it was his youngest son, Charlotte's father Norman Witt.

"Halpo, you must understand that only the living dead can't help my Witte family. In addition, the McLean boy cut most of your power...You will definitely come in person, right?"

He sat behind the large desk, pursing his dry lips, thinking in secret.

"Come on! We can't go anywhere, and we won't go anywhere... My Werther family is here waiting for you, let you kill yourself."

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from downstairs. It was the movement of a house wall that had been enchanted and crashed like a child's building block.

The old Patriarch knew that the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

However, he was not in a hurry.Even after that, there were continuous clashes and wailing sounds below, but his movements were still slow.

He saw him picking up his wand from the shelf next to him, then gently moved the chair away, and walked to the center of the study.

Later, I saw him turning his wand slightly from top to bottom, and the daily robe he was wearing suddenly became an old wizard robe that looked quite simple and simple.

The six-pointed star array with gold patterns on the black background, plus goat horns, magic wand, and a crest with a long, narrow blue eye are the only decorations on this black wizard robe.

This is the Patriarch's costume passed down from generation to generation by their Witte family. It has no special effect, but represents the inheritance of their Witte family, nothing more.

After changing his clothes, the old patron opened his legs again and walked towards the entrance of the study step by step.

After a while, when he walked all the way down the stairs to the hall, he saw that this place had become a purgatory on earth.

"...Witt."

"The people in this family are called'Witt', Mr. Helbo."

The old Patriarch holds a magic wand in his hand and is dressed in a black robe. His vicissitudes of white hair actually looks a little abrupt.Especially, in this hall that has been stained with scarlet everywhere, it is even more contrasting.

Old Witt was standing by the stairs, looking at the tall black figure standing in the center. His eyes seemed to be shaken. Is that a "devil"?The forbidden magic that their family has lost several times, what is it summoned?

After staring for a while, he silently moved his gaze away and scanned the hall.

It seemed that Haierbo hadn't slaughtered all the people here yet, but they had all been forced into the corner to tremble. Death and immortality were only a matter of Haierbo's thoughts.

"Oh, are they all Witte... Then, what is your name?"

"Sir, would you still remember my name?" The old Patriarch tightened the wand in his hand and narrowed his eyes. "That's really an honor."

"Well, no"

But Haierbo didn't even look at him. He just shook his red and greasy palm a little, and said casually:

"I just asked the situation like this... I want me to remember it, so I have to show enough strength to make me remember. For example, that amazing young man McLean."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the old Patriarch saw Haierbo's figure suddenly disappeared from his vision.Suddenly, the warning signs in his heart suddenly appeared, and his body shape was also illusory.

In the next second, a huge fist suddenly appeared behind him, and a blow passed through his figure.

But at that moment, the old Patriarch's figure suddenly turned from real to virtual, rushing into more than ten feet like a black-gray ghost.

Then, the two seemed to exchange positions with each other, and nothing happened.

After a few seconds of silence, Haierbo nodded suddenly as if he had understood something, and looked at the afterimage trail left by the movement of the old Patriarch:

"You are dying."

This inexplicable sentence seems to be stating a fact, which does not contain any provocative meaning.

"Yes, sir."

The old Patriarch didn't seem to have the intention to hide it, and he calmly affirmed Haierbo's statement.

In fact, this is a kind of soul magic that originated from ancient times, which turned oneself into a half-virtual and half-real soul state at the cost of giving up life.

Just now, Haierbo's movements were too fast. Regardless of the movement of the old Patriarch, he was also very fast, but he could not avoid the attack of the former.It was entirely because of this magic that was immune to physical attacks that made him leave the place unharmed.

It is a pity that such a costly but ineffective magic is just like a tasteless in the eyes of Haierbo.

"Obviously, you are not enough to make me remember your name."