A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 114 I will kill myself

"Melete, you should go back. Remember what I said, if you receive the signal I give you, bring Harry here, okay?"

Owen briefly looked away from the scene reflected in the mirror, and gently warned Melete with a smile.

"Meow-" Melete raised her little head high, squinted her eyes and called out, then flicked her tail and slipped into a one-meter-high square door in the corner of the room. She was petite and flexible.

The figure disappeared deep into the long passage in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, the Magic House has to design a backstage employee passage. This passage allows people to reach the start and end of the level smoothly, as well as every room along the way. It is the passage that Irving usually uses to enter and exit when building and perfecting the stage.

Owen watched with a calm expression as Melete's figure disappeared, and then began to methodically check the mechanism controller at hand, while also paying attention to the scene in the mirror.

Voldemort has walked out of the maze and walked through a long corridor to another room. The layout of this room is very simple, with black velvet curtains hanging around it. The exit door is blocked by a small waterfall in the center of the room.

There was a long carved black table with several bottles of potions and a piece of parchment on it.

There are a few lines written on the parchment in beautiful cursive script:

"Uninvited visitors, please return the way you came.

Nightmares and falsehoods are in front of you, safety and freedom are behind;

If you insist on moving forward, please choose a bottle and drink it.

Pass through the waterfall of truth and falsehood and meet your own ending."

The meaning expressed by the parchment is very simple. You must either go back the same way you came, or choose a potion on the table and drink it in order to pass the waterfall in front. Returning the same way you came is obviously impossible.

Voldemort first focused on the seemingly ordinary waterfall. He felt a very weak magic wave from the rushing water. With a serious face, he released several magic spells on the waterfall.

The results of the spell detection told him that the waterfall in front of him did not have any dangers or traps, it was just an ordinary waterfall.

Owen watched the whole scene through the mirror, with a pleasant and playful smile on his face.

After doing all this, he did not speak directly, but focused his attention on the Black Demon Guard, preparing to make a sound through it. Although he had arranged some magic and mechanisms in advance to confuse the source of the sound, he still did not dare

I bet on whether Voldemort can follow the sound and find the location of the sound source. Facing the Dark Lord who has too many unknown methods, it would be good to do an extra layer of turnover.

Among them, the love potion will make the person feel like being infatuated with a house elf, which Owen can't get over anyway. The polyjuice potion will make the person feel like becoming a house elf, although the polyjuice pot is changing very much.

Human beings are dangerous and incomplete at first, but they can at least become half...

Before K could finish his words, Voldemort struck with a fierce and angry blow in an instant, so neatly that he didn't give K any chance.

"The Killing Curse will rebound, Professor, you told me this." He said with a low smile, "Can you understand the corner reflector?"

Even with his arrogance, he had to admit that Dumbledore was indeed a very clever wizard, and magic was so profound, magical and endless. It was normal for Dumbledore to master several spells that he didn't know.

If it was in his heyday, of course he would be willing to study hard and crack Dumbledore's moves, but now he simply doesn't have the intention or qualifications...

This mirror has always been in this room, but the mirror can reflect the scene on the ground. Coupled with the dim light, it is impossible to see it. Due to the 45-degree angle with the ground, the range of the mirror image is limited.

, Voldemort never broke into the area where the mirror could reflect it, so he never discovered it.

He began to lose faith in the results he had detected using magic spells. How could the waterfall that Dumbledore placed here as a barrier be ordinary? The weak magic power in the water confirmed this, making him convinced that Dumbledore had

The waterfall cast a profound spell that even he could not discern.

"Go ahead..." Owen murmured with a smile on his face, but infinite cold malice surged deep in his eyes.

"Ha, thank you Mr. Voldemort for performing "I Kill Myself", which is really eye-opening for me." K said with a deep joking voice, "A soul that can still exist in the world after being separated from the body is interesting.

Which spell should I use to catch you and study it?"

The polyjuice potion said "False" on the bottle. It was a dull gray-white color, and he didn't know who or what part of the species was added to it. He didn't know what it would turn into after drinking it.

A corner reflector, also known as a radar reflector, can reflect light incident on it from any direction back to its original location. The entire wall is a huge corner reflector, and the reflection of the curse follows the law of light reflection.

, Theoretically speaking, no matter where in the room the wizard stands and at what angle he casts a spell on that wall, the spell will bounce back intact to the person who cast it.

"K" kept spouting some irritating words, which made Voldemort furious. At the same time, his heart became more and more clear. The other party knew that he was in a weak state but still did not dare to show up because the other party was also afraid of him.

Looking for a fatal blow!

After thinking of this, Voldemort became even more defensive, wary of possible sneak attacks, which also prevented him from using some magic spells to explore the surroundings. He understood his state, and he had no choice but to decide the outcome with one strike.

Gotta kill this damn guy!

"Dumbledore, do you only have this little trick?" Voldemort sneered disdainfully, and then held the Sorcerer's Stone tightly in his hand.

At this time, as the mirror shattered, the part of the space blocked by the mirror was finally revealed.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, stuffed the Philosopher's Stone into his pocket, and said coldly: "The Aether Society?"

Voldemort's expression instantly darkened. He hated this name, and even more hated the person who called him that name. But at the same time, he felt extremely solemn. How could the Aether Society find out that he was in Quirrell? And there was someone who knew his name.

Not much, could it be one of his classmates when he was at Hogwarts?

"Who are you?" he asked in an indifferent tone, his cold eyes slowly scanning the huge room. He was looking for the source of the sound.

Water of Life and Death, labeled "Silence". A very effective sleeping pill.

Veritaserum is a good choice among them, because it can be rendered ineffective by Occlumency and some spells. Although Owen prepared a large dose, Voldemort is not an ordinary wizard, and it is unlikely to affect him.

, but it is also good to allow the other party to release more magic, increase the burden on the body, and make him weaker.

Voldemort looked back thoughtfully, then looked at the seven bottles on the table, his expression quickly becoming annoyed. With his superb level of potions, he could easily distinguish the types of these potions.

"I don't have much fame. I'm just the current president of the Ether Society. You can call me 'K'." The male voice seemed humble, but his tone was very casual. "Dear Tom, let's discuss it. You can

How about giving me the magic stone in your pocket? That way we don’t have to fight, that would be great.”

He suddenly laughed crazily, as if he had fallen into some kind of paranoia and madness, and there was a flaw in his control of his voice.

He did not see that the robe of the black-robed man swallowed by the Death Curse was penetrated, revealing the delicate but fragile paper model inside. He did not see that the Death Curse could not be castrated after breaking through this ineffective obstacle.

He hit the wall full of triangular pyramidal grooves, not to mention that the life-threatening curse was bounced back from the wall, and returned to its releaser along the way.

Voldemort suddenly looked at the wall opposite the entrance door, and he heard the sound coming from there!

Without hesitation, he waved his hand and shot out a spell that covered a wide area. Countless thin blue needles densely covered half of the room, and with a "swish" sound, they shot toward the source of the sound.

Densely dense needles pierced the air, and with a burst of shattering sounds, a mirror that was tilted at a 45-degree angle and covered half of the room instantly shattered into countless fragments, falling from the sky like a rain curtain.

Come down. The mirror fragments reflect silhouettes and bizarre scenes, like a weird and gorgeous kaleidoscope.

He couldn't wait to reach out and grab the magic stone. When his fingertips touched the shell on the stone, the bright red shell suddenly shattered, and an orange flame ring exploded silently, but it did not hurt.

to him every cent.

"It's a small comeback. Let's count it as interest." Irving turned to smile expectantly.

He clenched the stone in his hand, with an expression of ecstasy on his face. He could finally have his body again. However, the ring of fire just reminded him that Dumbledore would definitely do something on the Philosopher's Stone to sense his condition or

It's to track his location... Therefore, before resurrecting, Dumbledore's little trick must be solved first.

"Oh, it's boring." Owen shook his head in disappointment.

"I thought someone came in before me, but I didn't expect it to be you." A charming male voice said lazily.

The dazzling green beam of light instantly spanned a short distance and hit the man in black robe hard. The green light completely swallowed up the figure.

"No!"

He glanced around the surroundings and the dark ceiling with a cold expression, then turned into a figure shrouded in black mist and flew up, floating lightly and quickly to the center of the room, and landed on the floor next to the stone platform where the magic stone was.

He adjusted the angle of the mirror in front of him again, and the mirror reflected the scene of the last room. It was a huge square room. The walls and floor were made of black stones. The light was dim. In the center of the room stood a half-person.

A bright red stone is placed on the high stone platform.

At the same time, Owen was looking at the screen playfully, looking forward to what choice the Dark Lord would make.

There seems to be no mechanism in this room. The magic stone is placed there quietly. Although it is wrapped in a red shell, there is no doubt that it is a real magic stone. There is no protective magic around it. It seems that the previous

The waterfall is truly the final hurdle.

"Illusion Body Curse? No. Psychedelic Curse? Nor..." He silently did the elimination process while working hard on the source of the sound.

"Tsk, tsk, when I meet you who is so weak and pitiful, even I can't help but want to bully you, haha..." The male voice is still chattering, seeming to be happy to share his feelings, "Hey, don't use it secretly.

Magic, or are you unable to bear the urge to engage in a fierce duel?"

Amidst Voldemort's cold laughter, the cross stars in the pupils of the eye pattern on the special wall suddenly burst out with dazzling white light, illuminating the entire room in an instant, causing Voldemort to squint his eyes, unable to see for a while

anything.

Crash--

He closed his eyes and controlled the Black Demon Guard to pass through the wall, fly out of the huge house, and fly into the gray sky, looking at everything around him with the Dark Demon Guard's gray and distorted perspective.

In fact, the waterfall in this room is really just an ordinary waterfall. Owen added a little magic wave potion to the water, but it has no magic effect. The biggest special thing about this waterfall is that it appears in such a level, the more suspicious it becomes

The more people believe it has powerful and terrible magic.

"Oh my, I didn't expect that even you have heard of the name of our Ether Society? What an honor." The male voice said he felt honored, but his tone was completely opposite, always lazy and perfunctory, "Quirinas Qi

Mr. Luo."

Considering how tricky those potions were, Voldemort didn't have too much doubt. Although those bottles of potions did not pose much threat to him, if other wizards drank those potions, this journey would probably end here.

.

"Impossible... You're talking as if you can fight me." The male voice joked non-seriously, "If this were you in your prime, I would naturally stay away from you, but how long can your current body sustain it? And how long can it last?

How many spells are you going to cast? Looking at you, you look so weak that you are as weak as Liu Fufeng, I can't help but sympathize with you."

After hearing K's words, Voldemort had no time to think about why K was not dead, nor did he have time to think about where the other party was hiding. He walked through the door very quickly and flew out of the room. He remembered that he still had hope, as long as he

He found the little wizard...

"Oh..." Owen's voice came from the Dark Guard, and was spread in all directions by the curse that confused the source of the sound, reaching the black room where Voldemort was.

"Well... that's it for now. Dear Tom, do you really not consider giving me the Philosopher's Stone?" K said in a tone of grievance and dissatisfaction, "I really don't like killing people, although killing you is enough.

I will brag for the rest of my life...hahaha..."

"The Magic Stone...finally..." He stared at the stone wrapped in a bright red shell, looking excited and ecstatic.

Voldemort's expression relaxed slightly, and then he heard a male voice continue: "Or should I call you... Tom Riddle?"

A black mist flew out from the dead body, and the top condensed into the shape of a black mist head, with a ferocious expression and an unwilling roar.

Of course, even if Voldemort sees through Owen's trick and passes the waterfall directly, it doesn't matter. It won't affect the overall situation, but Owen will have less fun. After all, the design of this level is entirely based on Owen's own bad taste, and

During this time, Voldemort was "forced" the potion in the name of teaching to take revenge - he also wanted to force it back!

The potions on the table have complex origins. Some of them were brewed by Owen during his study of potions over the past year. He has already mastered all the theoretical knowledge of the seventh grade and is capable of brewing some of these potions. Some of them were brewed during Owen's Christmas vacation.

He collected some from home, from his parents' study and laboratory, and some that Natasha helped him get.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Ha..." A low and slightly hoarse male voice came from all directions in the room, with undisguised contempt and ridicule, making Voldemort, who was in ecstasy, instantly darken his face.

He pointed his wand at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, no longer caring about his body's ability to withstand it, and used the advanced spells he mastered to detect and remove the spell cast by Dumbledore.

In front of this wall stood a figure in a black cloak, with a wide hood covering his face. He seemed to be stunned on the spot, perhaps because he did not expect to be seen through the ruse in an instant, but he still raised his head suddenly

holding the wand in his right hand.

This sentence really touched Voldemort's pain point. His physical condition has become worse and worse along the way. It is difficult for him to perform several advanced magics, and he cannot withstand a high-intensity battle at all... He must fight quickly.

Quick decision, just find the location of "K"...

Voldemort lowered the wand in his hand slightly and began to walk slowly in this large room. He was happy that the other party wasted time by chattering, and he just silently judged the location where "K" might be hiding. Since the other party could talk to him

, and can also see his own movements, then he should be in this room.

It is a powerful love potion. The label on the bottle is "Dependence". It looks charming pink, but no one knows what is added to it. Drinking it will make people crazy about who they are.

"Then..." Owen suddenly closed his eyes and silently adjusted his voice, so that his voice was fixed on the voice of an adult male. He raised the wand and pointed at his throat, and whispered "Voice"

Loud".

The remnant soul, which had lost its body again, was wandering in the air without any support, and the coldness and emptiness tormented him again. He looked at the position of K. It was obvious that K had been hit by the death curse, but why did the curse bounce back?

? He couldn't understand. He passed through Quirrell's body in vain. The magic stone was close at hand, and the hope of resurrection was in front of him, but now he was just a ghost who couldn't touch anything...

A powerful confusion potion, labeled "Escape". It can cause people to fall into hallucinations, causing physical and mental confusion.

Voldemort looked at the row of potions and his face turned dark for the first time. This was definitely Dumbledore's handiwork. Only Dumbledore would make such a mysterious and prank-like arrangement!

Want to ask him how he feels now? He just wants to catch Dumbledore, hold his head and drink all these damn potions into him!

There is also a bottle of liquid that does not seem to be a magic potion. It looks turbid and yellow-brown. The label on the bottle is "Unknown".

The black square room was like a huge iron box, with no air circulation, and the air was extremely dull. The door on one side slid open, and a figure slowly walked in from the door.

"you……"

Voldemort had just recovered from the blindness caused by the bright light, when he was met by a green beam of light. The bright and cold green light slammed into his arms, instantly taking away all the life from his body. He just

He could helplessly watch his body fall weakly, and the terrifying and cold breath of death invaded him again...

As for the last bottle of liquid with "unknown" written on it, it is a solution of feces and eggs. If the other party dares to try it, Irving will pay him high respect.

Owen had a panoramic view of this scene in another room, with a faint smile always on his face. When the figure in the mirror finally put down his wand and began to put away the magic stone, he looked down at the back of his left hand.

, whispered to himself: "According to the oath, I helped you get the Sorcerer's Stone, dear professor."

"Then comes the final step." A faint and sly smile appeared on Owen's face. Thick black mist suddenly appeared in his deep black eyes, and then, the evil and ominous black mist quickly covered it.

All over his body, the black devil guards separated from him silently, as if the whole person was split into two in an instant.

Explosive liquid, labeled "Destruction". A potion with a powerful explosive effect, obviously not meant for drinking.

He looked at Voldemort's image in the mirror with interest and stood in front of the table for a while. He pointed the wand at his temple and recited a few spells. Then he picked up the bottle of Veritaserum, took off the cork and put it to the tip of his nose to smell it.

He sniffed it, drank it without hesitation, and then strode across the waterfall.

Voldemort saw the Philosopher's Stone in the center of the room at a glance. Greed and eager desire flashed in his eyes, but even though the target was within reach, he still remained cautious.

The hidden space behind the mirror is not very large, with only a meter wide place to stand on the empty ground. Only the wall that was blocked by the mirror just now is somewhat special. In the middle, there is a huge eye emblem of the Aether Society painted with white spray paint.

The entire wall is densely arranged with countless triangular pyramidal grooves, and the neat grooves the size of a fist are arranged neatly and neatly, making this wall look gorgeous and complicated.

Veritaserum, labeled "truth". It is a colorless potion that is as clear as water and enables the user to tell the truth within a period of time.

"Do you think it's possible?" Voldemort sneered, with terrifying murderous intent flashing in his eyes. The other party's ridiculing name and impudent attitude successfully made his murderous intent boil.

Although the rebounded spell will have a certain deviation, as long as the size of the triangular pyramid groove is mastered, this deviation can be controlled within an appropriate range. In order to ensure that the wall will not be destroyed by Voldemort's spell, Owen deliberately chose

He used stronger materials to cast this wall, and frantically placed countless indestructible spells on it...

"This is a victory for physics." Owen chuckled. Who told Voldemort, who had slipped through the nine-year compulsory education, that he didn't understand physics at all?

He laughed, leaned back suddenly, and fell straight on a raft. The mechanism connecting the raft suddenly started, and the slender rope pulled the raft quickly into the employee passage, carrying Owen's body through a long period of time.

distance, and finally rushed out from a hidden exit, landing lightly on the black lake in the second level.

Owen lay on his back on the raft and yawned, closing his eyes comfortably and floating freely on the lake.

(End of chapter)