Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1426: The collapse of the Werther family

The Werther family is still going away after all.

In fact, the old Patriarch 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 be willing to keep such a possibility of being aware of their weaknesses?

Even though, they don't actually know what so-called "weaknesses" 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 current old Patriarch did not 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 enough. For fear...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. Don't dare to go beyond a half step.

"Okay, let's go down!"

Looking at the door being gently closed again, the old Patriarch took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead rather tiredly, and then sighed long.

He is not allowed to take the initiative to attack. Naturally, he is not lucky enough, hoping that Helbo can see them let them be 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 little 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, the Witt family can’t. It is completely perished.

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

"Halbo, you must understand that with those living dead, there is no way I can do anything about my Witte family. In addition, the boy McLean cut off most of your subordinate power...you will definitely come here in person, yes Isn't it?"

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 steadfast.

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

Afterwards, he was seen turning his wand upside down and making a slight stroke from top to bottom. 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 and 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. It just represents the heritage of their Witte family, nothing more.

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

After a while, when he went all the way down the stairs and into 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 owner of the old family holds a magic wand in his hand, dressed in a black robe, and his vicissitudes of white hair actually looks a little abrupt. Especially, in the 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 taboo magic that their family has lost several times, what is it summoned?

After staring briefly, he silently moved his gaze away and scanned the hall.

It seems that Haierbo hasn't slaughtered all the people here, but they have all been forced into the corner to tremble, and death and immortality are just things between Haierbo's thoughts.

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

"Sir, are you still willing to remember my name?" The old family master tightened the wand in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "That's really an honor."

"Um, 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 about the situation... I want me to remember it, but I have to show enough strength for me to 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. Immediately, the warning signs in his heart suddenly appeared, and his body shape also followed a burst of illusion.

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 moved forward from real to virtual, like a black-gray ghost, rushing into a distance of more than ten feet.

Then, the two of them exchanged positions, and nothing happened.

A few seconds of silence~IndoMTL.com~Hailbo nodded suddenly as if he had understood something, and looked at the afterimage trace left by the movement of the old Patriarch:

"You are dying."

This inexplicable sentence seems to state a fact, and it 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-empty and half-real soul state at the cost of giving up life.

Halbo's movements were too fast just now. 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's a pity that such a costly but ineffective magic is just like a tasteless in Helbo's eyes.

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