I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 183 The King of Stories, Owen

The one called Herman Carroll idiot.

The look in his eyes became more and more perverted.

It was as if he had started thinking about how to tear himself apart.

The greasy look in his eyes made even a perverted old man like Owen feel perverted.

He had no doubts that the old fellow must have been involved in conducting black magic experiments on the young wizard.

And he also believed that those who were caught by this salty old man in front of him were definitely Muggle-born, or half-blood, children of wizards and traitors that the pure-bloods considered.

lost~
It's hard to imagine that Dumbledore would let such a person live in this world.

"What a waste of air!"

Owen shook his head.His eyes became more and more dangerous.

The other party looked at him like fish on a chopping board.

He looked at each other like dry bones in a cemetery.

Um--

Now, he said it all.

He is Dumbledore's heir.

Then - let him, the heir, correct the old principal's mistakes!
"In that case, is it the dog raised by Voldemort?"

"Interesting, when did he get mixed up with the deadborn?" Owen raised his eyebrows, without hiding his mockery of Voldemort.

"Isn't it because you are escaping death and want to become a dead person? From a human to a beast?"

"Oh~ no~ he has become a beast, a snake~"

"What did you say!" The surrounding Death Eaters rioted instantly.

Their eyes turned from teasing at the beginning to anger in an instant.They all stared at Owen with bloodthirsty and cautious eyes.

Although the Death Eaters are already on the verge of a riot.

Yes, Owen.

That evil spirit, the psychological impact he brought to the Death Eaters in Azkaban was too great.

Said without hesitation.

Most of them are afraid of children under the age of 14.

That kind of fear only exists when facing Voldemort.

"Hmph~" the evil spirit snorted softly.

Those cautious eyes naturally fell into his eyes.

Yes!

fear!

The most primitive fear.

The long peaceful life in Azkaban has worn away their few courage.

Crazier doesn't mean fearless death.

And now.

That's when this ray of fear sprouts and thrives.

It will turn into its most indestructible wings.

Those wings were enough for him to cut through the darkness.

It ends up being another source of fear that replaces the current source of fear creation.

"You're very talented, young man." Old Herman Caro, still aloof, said the last words that every villain would say on his deathbed.

"You should join us. Here, you will learn magic that is far better than Hogwarts. That is the real magic!"

His eyes were burning.

The tone was full of carelessness.

He is not going to spend too much energy on Irving.Even though Bella had already mentioned the boy's terror in his ears countless times.

"Really?" Hearing the sound, Owen smiled shyly, waved his hand, and summoned Sherlock to come over.

The little thing jumped into his arms.

"But I have a doubt!" He stroked Sherlock's head and said leisurely.

"Say it!" Old Herman Carlo opened his hands and said fearlessly.

It's like going back in time to 30 years ago.

"exactly!"

next second.

Sherlock suddenly shone with a golden light.

Then, Owen disappeared in place.

until he reappears.

Already got behind that self righteous idiot.

"Avada~"

Death flashed his scythe.

"Death!"

The next second, the sickle fell.

A stupid soul is taken away by death.

There were no obstacles during the whole process, it was as easy as eating and drinking!

"How can you say such a thing if you are so weak?"

"Yes! My dear - Death Eaters!"

"Hahahaha~"

A crazy and extremely cruel smile came from Owen's mouth.

He was like an evil spirit from the vestibule of hell, excitedly looking at the food that he threw himself into the net.

Since entering the Forbidden Forest, Owen has been fighting the Deadborn.

The unkillable monster caused him unbearable pain.

Owen almost wondered if it was time to sharpen his knife, how could it be so blunt?
"boom!"

The passer-by character falls to the ground.

There was a sudden burst of snowflakes.

In the next second, as if a signal was triggered, countless spells struck him.

Colorful spells, carrying the aura of destruction or death, spread throughout the Forbidden Forest.

But the response to death was a mocking sound that was extremely crazy.

Owen was laughing at death, and at this group of overwhelmed Death Eaters.

"Why so serious?"

His figure echoed in the forest.

Flickering with golden light.

Owen's figure became illusory and blurred, it was the visual afterimage left by the speed too fast.

"Why don't I tell you a story!" he said.

"a long time ago."

"My father was still in Africa at that time, a Muggle mercenary, just like you, he and a few friends worked for the local Muggle government, and the government wanted to use some gems to Zhaoan those tribal leaders."

"In France, this happens all the time."

In the darkness, the light was still flickering.After each flash, a green light will light up.

Maybe, that green light took away a soul, but no one noticed it.

"But in a forest in northern West Africa, the jewel was stolen by a bandit."

"After that, my father was ordered to start investigating the whereabouts of these gems."

In the forest, every flash of golden light could clearly illuminate the exclaimed expressions of the Death Eaters. They were either nervous, fearful, or flinching. In short, everyone was screaming crazily.

The sound of curses, screams, and falls can be heard endlessly.

"After half a year, he hasn't traded with anyone. One day, my father saw a child playing with a red gem the size of an orange on the side of the road. It turned out that the bandit lost all the gems."

The sound one after another is like a symphony.

As the movement reaches its climax, the golden light has begun to produce afterimages.

"Because he thought it was fun, so he threw it away."

"Some people don't want something as logical as money. You can't bribe or threaten them, let alone reason or negotiate with them."

The story of the evil ghost continues, and he seems to appear everywhere at the same time.

One person crushes the entire Death Eater!

"Sometimes, some people just like the world to go crazy!"

"Soul Torrent!"

A flash, distance.

A ghostly figure held his wand high, and the terrifying magic power flowed into the wand along with his hand, and then the invisible waves spread towards the surroundings.

Some kind of rhythm danced on the tip of his staff.

Then he thrust his wand forward sharply.

A dazzling blue beam, like flowing water and silk woven with light, drowned all the Death Eaters present in an instant.

The powerful magic power made the torrent last for a few seconds before dissipating slowly.

"Unfortunately~"

Looking at the fainted Death Eaters in the woods, Owen pursed his lips, as if he was not very satisfied with his results.

Although he just used Sherlock's Apparatus to change his shadow, he forced a wave of output.

But the effect is not very good.

Except for that idiot on the ground.

Only two Death Eaters fell.
And this is a bit embarrassing.

There was no way, the speed was too fast, and he was not Namikaze Minato. Casting a spell with a wand was like aiming a gun, and it also required accuracy.

It's stupid to throw magic indiscriminately.

He was disgusted by the dead, and as soon as his head got hot, he rushed away.

Now, Shilok was curled up in his arms tiredly.

At once, he used all his flashes.

Now the skill CD has no power to fight anymore!
But well!
Fear is good medicine.

You see, how cowardly Death Eaters are when they take medicine.

Even if he obviously has little room to escape, they make people dare not act rashly.

That's what makes his gimmicky attacks and storytelling.

Fear, ah!Fear will eventually breed sweet fruit.

"Let's go!"

He whispered to Sirius.

At this time, the dog godfather was still in a daze stage, he looked at the boy who looked like a ghost in great surprise, and the most primitive fear could not be stopped from his eyes.

Is this—really just a 14-year-old kid?

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On the other side, Hogwarts Castle.

In the auditorium.

Harry and Hermione were sitting anxiously on the Gryffindor bench, together with the little wizards around them.

The flames in the brazier rose and continuously delivered heat, which made the entire auditorium warm and dry.

"We can't stay here and do nothing, Hermione!" Harry turned his head sharply, and then said irritably, "The castle was attacked by outsiders. I can guarantee that it was the unkillable monster who attacked Lu. Professor Ping.”

"No, Harry!" Hermione shook her head and hurriedly stopped him, "We can't beat him, so don't cause trouble for the professor and the Aurors at this time."

"I"

Hearing her words, Harry clenched his wand tightly and remained silent without speaking.

This feeling of sitting here, waiting, as if it were the judgment of fate, is really uncomfortable.

He would rather go out and fight the enemy!
At least that's what he tried to do.

Instead of staying here and waiting to die like now.

Everyone, Ron, Neville and the others looked sideways at Harry.

In fact, they are reluctant to stay here.

None of the young wizards from the other three houses are willing to stay here.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was very bad.

Depressed, dull, terrifying, as if they were a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Will be killed anytime.

"The professors won't allow us to go out!" Hermione looked sideways at the rostrum, where, except for Professor Dumbledore, no other professors were present.

Even Professor McGonagall had disappeared.

"We don't need the professor's permission!" Harry said displeased.

"We're not kids anymore. Owen isn't on this Hufflepuff bench, where is he? He"

Before Harry could finish his sentence, there was a dull explosion sound outside the castle.

Then the door of the auditorium was pushed open.

The little wizards subconsciously looked towards the door.

I saw a group of silver light rushing in.

Then an elegant, sparkling lynx poked its head out of the light.

A voice followed.

It was a voice familiar to Harry and Hermione.

The voice of an Auror named Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Here they come, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is dead. Dumbledore, we need your help!"

After saying that, the lynx patron saint turned into a bright light and disappeared from the place.

"???"

"What did he just say?" Harry asked hurriedly, looking at Hermione with shock in his eyes.

And what greeted him was Hermione's equally unbelievable eyes.

"Fudge. Fudge is dead?"

"Fudge is dead?"

"The Minister of Magic is dead?"

"Has the Ministry of Magic collapsed?"

"What happened?"

In an instant, the little wizards in the entire auditorium started yelling like crazy.

They chatted with each other unscrupulously.

The sound almost lifted the ceiling of the auditorium.

"Quiet!!!"

At this time, Dumbledore stood up, and with the blessing of the Loud Voice Curse, his majestic voice penetrated into the ears of every young wizard.

After that, he stood up and walked through the little wizards.

Then go through the auditorium door.

Harry, and Hermione and the other little wizards followed behind him ignorantly.

Together with Dumbledore, they came to the front court.

Standing on the high ground in the gate, everyone can see the flames soaring into the sky in the distance.

The flashes of various magic spells and the screams brought by the wind were endless.

That's - Hogsmeade!

"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed.

Even though the distance was so far away, she could still imagine what kind of battle was going on there.

"Look there!" At this moment, Harry noticed the side of the Forbidden Forest.

It seemed to be the edge of the sky, where the same fire was soaring into the sky.

The cold wind was blowing, and everyone present felt frightened for a moment.

Above the sky, darkness surged.

Countless dark clouds roared past, they cheered and jumped for joy.The amount is astonishing.

In an instant, the entire castle was surrounded by despair and coldness.

The cold air slowly descended from the sky.

Harry felt that his happiness was disappearing rapidly.

All sorts of depressing, painful memories followed.

"Oh my God, it's snowing. Are those Dementors?"

In the darkness, white snowflakes floated up, and then there was no room for preparation.

All of a sudden, heavy snow hit.

Just as all the little wizards vigilantly took out their wands from their pockets, just in case.

In the distance, a few people walked over from a distance on the bridge of the castle.

At the head was a sober-looking wizard.

His back was erect, his movements stiff, and he was dressed in a spotless black robe with well-polished shoes.The strikingly short mustache on his face looks like it has been trimmed with a sliding rule.

Harry had never seen a wizard with such a rigorous style of life.

If it weren't for the wizard robes he was wearing, he would have thought this guy was the manager of his uncle's company.

And beside him, there was a woman in a pink dress who looked like a big pale toad.

She was short and stout, with a broad, flabby face, a large mouth drooping downward, and her eyes were large, round, and slightly protruding.

"Albus!"

The visitors were none other than Barty Cratchit, the then director of the Department of International Magical Exchange, and Umbridge, the assistant to the minister.

"What happened?" The old headmaster protected the young wizards behind him.

There has never been such a cautious look on his face like today.

He asked before Barty Cratchit even approached.

Hearing the sound, this highly prestigious official in the Ministry of Magic stopped in his tracks, and then said in an urgent and worried tone: "The Minister of Magic is dead."

　I worked overtime until after nine o'clock today and it's already ten o'clock when I got home. After having a meal, it's too late to write. It's so uncomfortable╯﹏╰!uncomfortable ╯﹏╰
　　
　
(End of this chapter)