A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 113 Escape

The dark water poured into the dim room along the door in mid-air. The sound of rushing water echoed noisily, making this small empty room look a lot more crowded. The black water added a sense of atmosphere to the place.

A sense of horror.

Owen finally dried the water stains on his body and smoothed his messy hair. The wet water splashed on his skin from time to time, bringing with it a biting cold temperature. He couldn't help but speed up and move away from the water door.

Well, he felt that he was definitely out of his mind when he chose to arrange this lake as the second level. It just didn't have the expected effect, and it was still so cold. Fortunately, the automatic face-slapping machine at the end played the biggest role.

With his role, Voldemort was successfully photographed. I would like to thank Brace for his enthusiastic sponsorship.

Another door in this room has been opened by Voldemort. Behind the door leads to another ordinary and empty room. Opposite is another closed door. The floor of the room is densely lined with some one centimeter radius.

The circular pit looks a bit weird.

Voldemort stood thoughtfully in front of the door and looked at the room behind the door. He waved the wand in his hand without showing any emotion on his face. It seemed as if an invisible giant was rustling past him, giving people a sense of wonder.

A strange and cold feeling, which makes people feel like a light on their backs.

Owen stood quietly behind the other party, with a calm smile on his face, his eyes slightly lowered, and the wand in his hand pointed naturally at the ground, waiting patiently and obediently.

The unknown spell successfully played a role in exploring the path. The ground in the room trembled slightly, and with a burst of "chi" sounds, sharp sharp points flashing with cold light suddenly emerged from the neatly arranged circular pits.

The thorns can make people's scalp numb. If the breaker is walking on the floor now and is caught off guard, he may be pierced through the soles of his feet by these sharp thorns that suddenly appear.

Seeing this scene, the originally cautious expression on Voldemort's face relaxed slightly, and he sneered lightly and said: "Fly over."

Owen summoned the Black Devil Guard again, letting it float in the air with him, and followed the figure wrapped in black mist in front of him to fly into the door.

The two people flew through the air quickly, but this level was obviously more than that. When they flew to the center of the room, the door behind them slammed shut, and countless figures suddenly appeared on the ceiling.

With the sharp spikes and the rumbling sound, the dark ceiling began to fall straight down, with the attitude of smashing people into meat pies. At the same time, the ground below also vibrated and began to rise suddenly.

Owen pulled on the black cloak with a smile on his face, and controlled it to float lightly and quickly with his body to the exit door. The door slowly opened, and behind it was a huge room full of mirrors and curtains.

Complex passages extend in all directions

, is like a big maze. Mirrors are scattered everywhere, some are attached to the walls of the maze, some stand irregularly on the ground, and some are covered with thick curtains, making people confused.

It's not clear where the passage is that can be passed through.

"Melete did a good job." The corners of Owen's mouth turned up slightly, and he sighed with emotion. Although the mechanisms in this room will be triggered automatically, there are also manual controls. As his assistant, Melete is responsible for this.

.Obviously, she had good timing.

Yes, this is the hub that controls the exit location of the maze room. It is a product of the combination of mechanism and magic. Owen spent a lot of thought on this and checked many alchemy books to complete it, so that outsiders can pass this model.

Controlling the maze's mechanisms from a distance. In other words, without Owen's nod, Voldemort would have been waiting there for a whole year before the exit came to him!

The mechanism of the maze is very simple. The circular room has two outer walls. The inner wall is solid and thick, with more than a dozen door openings on it. The outer wall can rotate, with only two door openings on it. Only when the door openings on the two walls overlap.

It is the real exit.

He pondered for a moment, then cast a magic spell to reveal a secret door near the wall where Owen disappeared, but could not find any clues. Then he hooked the wand in his hand in the air, but could not draw anyone out.

, there are no expected enemies or dangers, even Owen seems to be no longer in this room...

He quickly came to a mirror close to the wall and broke the mirror easily. The sound of broken glass echoed harshly in the space. But what surprised him was that there was no door to leave behind the mirror.

It is a solid wall, but this wall is... rotating!

He used his wand again to confirm the location of the exit, only to find that the direction had changed.

This is a trap-like mechanism, and even an unsuspecting person will most likely fall into the trap after encountering this mechanism. Although Owen did it of his own free will, he looked like he had accidentally fallen into a trap in the room.

Even the wand was lost.

If Voldemort follows his fine tradition of betraying his teammates and doesn't care about Owen's life or death, Owen wouldn't mind performing an escape magic and saying goodbye in advance.

Soon he discovered the pattern. Although the changing direction of the exit that sometimes disappeared was random, the location where it appeared was certain. In other words, the exit would eventually move to where he was now. He just needed to be patient.

Wait for a while.

He still has no doubt that this place was not arranged by Dumbledore. After all, who would have thought that what they arrived at through the correct entrance was not the real level? In other words, the level here is real, and the magic stone hidden at the end is also real.

Yes, then who can say this is fake?

"At least it's a good thing for us, isn't it, professor?" Owen responded with a bright smile. Although his hard preparation, which took more than half a year, was belittled as a boring trick in person, he still responded politely and kindly.

Smile.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." He muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with more urgent desire. If it weren't for the limitations of this body that prevented him from exerting his powerful magic and wonderful magic, he would have countless ways to deal with Deng Xiaoping.

There is no need to be so careful with these boring little tricks of Bledo's.

Owen dismantled part of the original house in his Seamless Stretch Box, used the dismantled materials to transform other rooms, and successfully completed the construction of the magic house in half a year, thanks to the magical magic.

It makes these arduous physical tasks very simple. But his magic level is definitely not as good as the professors. He can arrange elaborate mechanisms, but he cannot stop violent destruction.

The room fell into silence. The curtain that Owen fell into swayed slightly and gradually returned to calm, but he did not come out. The mirrors around him still stood there quietly, cutting and extending the space in a fragmented and complicated way.

It's hard to tell whether the figure reflected there is himself or something else sneaking in.

"Meow~" Melete narrowed her golden eyes, let out a cry of joy, and continued to spin the outer wall on the model with her claws. She was very happy to tease the guy in the maze, and she even remembered that the guy was her enemy.

"It was so dangerous just now, Professor." Owen said with fear, and then cast an admiring look knowingly. However, he seemed to have forgotten that the black devil guard was still on his body, and the black mist and top hat obscured his face.

The corner of his mouth seemed to be always sneering.

Owen's eyebrows frowned slightly, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes hidden under the black mist. Although these were his own arrangements, he still instinctively felt a sense of pressure and crisis when he was in them, which made him

Somewhat excited.

Since he was convinced that the maze in front of him was created by Dumbledore, he instinctively did not think of using violence to destroy it. There was no doubt that Dumbledore would definitely strengthen the outer walls of the maze. He could not use his limited physical strength and magic power.

Wasted here...

Although he was confident that this level would not be difficult for the Dark Lord, Owen would not put himself in danger. So he left a safe area for himself in advance. The spikes on the floor of this fixed safe point can be retracted freely.

, and there is a hidden secret door below, which allows Owen to escape before the ceiling and floor are completely closed.

"Hey, it's a bit exciting." He seemed a little flustered and flew forward for a distance, then suddenly stopped and raised the wand in his hand.

Although Owen didn't have much confidence in whether this mechanism could hide from Voldemort's detection, he was very confident in Voldemort, or in other words, he believed in the ruthlessness of the other party, and firmly believed that even if the other party detected the direction of the mechanism, he would never waste time saving people.

.

In addition, there are other designs in the maze room, such as the mechanism for Owen to escape.

"Dumbledore, is this your method?" He shook his head in disappointment.

Just now, Owen flipped into the other side of the wall by falling into the curtain. After flipping once, the uniquely designed wall was tightly stuck and turned into a solid wall that could no longer rotate. This

It was a design made at the beginning of construction. On the other side of the wall was a camera obscura that had been prepared long ago. As soon as Owen's body fell into it, he was pulled by the mechanism and quickly transported to another room.

The two landed between mirrors and layers of curtains, and the door they entered closed quietly. A loud "boom" sound came from behind the door. Apparently without the support of those magics, the ceiling

Finally got close contact with the floor.

"It's just a cheap trick." Voldemort said softly, with a slightly disappointed expression on his face, "I thought Dumbledore would be tougher this time. He is fully capable of making the arrangement here more subtle and...deadly, but I didn't expect it.

It’s still a boring little game.”

"Are you having fun, Melete?" Owen's voice contained a deep smile. He glanced at a mirror nearby, which reflected Voldemort's figure standing there waiting in the distance, just because he passed by many times.

The reflection looks a little blurry - so many mirrors in the maze are not all decorations.

"It's interesting. But you can't stop me, Dumbledore." Voldemort sneered, and a silver light floated silently in the air, indicating to him the changing trajectory of the exit.

As it turned out, Voldemort did not disappoint at all. Owen successfully escaped and was free to arrange the next performance.

Voldemort frowned and waved his wand to lift the curtain that Owen fell into, only to find that there was only a solid wall behind it. The little wizard who fell behind the curtain seemed to have evaporated and disappeared completely. Not even a trace of sound could be heard.

Not sent out.

"Okay, let him out, don't challenge his patience." Owen patted Melete on the head. If the other party loses patience and casts spells randomly, he will soon find that this room is not as indestructible as he thought.

At the same time, Owen, who had successfully escaped, had already arrived in a room equipped with complex mechanisms. He smiled and looked down at Melete, who was waving her paws to fiddle with the outer wall of a small room model, sometimes turning it twice clockwise and sometimes counterclockwise.

The hour hand turns three times...

The spiked ceiling and floor quickly closed together, as if the person who broke into the room was going to be made into a sandwich biscuit. However, the door leaving the room was still far away, and the two of them had no time to be made into a sandwich biscuit.

Flying there before.

"Ah, the Dark Lord is mighty." Owen clicked his tongue in his heart, then left the safe spot he had reserved in advance, and continued to fly toward the exit lightly.

Faced with this situation, Voldemort turned around without hesitation and continued towards the exit. The Philosopher's Stone was getting closer and closer, and he would not waste his precious time and little energy on such insignificant matters, even if

The disappeared little wizard was of some use to him. But even if his body is getting weaker and weaker, he can still sustain it for a while, and Owen's existence will become dispensable. If he is unlucky and dies, he will at most feel a little regretful.

Seconds, after all, it can be regarded as something he taught carefully.

It wasn't until Owen, who was following him not far away, suddenly let out an exclamation of surprise that he stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look over.

Voldemort squinted his eyes and waved his wand noncommittally to find the exit of the room. Then he quickly crossed the mirrors, walked through the complicated passages, and purposefully walked around the maze, walking faster and faster.

, his expression became more and more urgent. Countless mirrors reflected his figure, making the room seem like there were countless more people.

He saw Owen falling into a thick black curtain on the right as if he had been attacked. The wand in his hand flew out with a whoosh, spinning in the air and falling into the blue curtain on the other side.

Invisible through the curtain of color.

It’s okay to be bored now, there will be excitement and fun later, I hope it will satisfy you then.

"The exit of this room... is moving?" He reacted instantly. But it is not easy to find a moving door in a complex maze, because even if he can confirm the direction of the exit, when he passes through the maze

After arriving at the destination, the door may have been moved to another passage.

But there was no need for him to take action. A ray of silver-blue light suddenly burst silently from the other side. The mysterious and hazy silver-blue light was like sparkling water waves, quickly spreading everywhere, as if there was a

An invisible giant hand stretched between the ceiling and the floor, holding them firmly in place.

"Hey..." Melete reluctantly moved her paws and turned the outer wall on the model to its original position.

Seeing the figure reflected in the mirror passing through the exit without looking back, Owen sighed: "You just left me and left without caring about the life and death of your followers. Voldemort is really a scumbag boss."

He suddenly thought that he was also racking his brains to deceive his boss and colleagues in various ways, so he changed his words with a smile: "With such a harmonious and friendly employee relationship, the Death Eaters are indeed an organization with a bright future."

As he said that, he ignored Melete's sidelong glance at him and took out his wand from his sleeve. The wand that flew away before was naturally a fake wand he made. It was very important for a wizard to never throw away his wand.

Owen raised his hand and adjusted the mirror in front of him so that it reflected the scene in the next room, his expression becoming interested.

(End of chapter)