A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 143 Dialogue and Battle

Across the long black wooden table, the two people looked at each other, and the chandelier on the ceiling cast a dim halo of light on the ground.

Feeling a wave of Legilimency, Owen skillfully used the Occlumency technique that he had never relaxed to practice to disguise his thoughts, showing cautious and curious thoughts.

"If you just want to joke with me, my time is limited, Ron Weasley." Owen put a hand on the table and walked leisurely along the edge of the long table.

"Weasley..." The boy standing on the other side of the long table smiled strangely and repeated the name in a low voice, "Then, let me ask another way. Where did it come from?"

He looked at Owen with a smile, and suddenly raised his right hand. As if being pulled by an invisible rope, Owen's left arm was raised, and a dark black symbol suddenly appeared from the back of his hand, like a strange-shaped

The "V" letter is accompanied by a slight burning sensation.

Owen suddenly retracted his arm and blocked the symbol on the back of his hand with his right hand. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. This was the mark of the oath he made when Voldemort tricked him last year. Although Voldemort said that this oath was easy to break, Owen tried to crack it in the wall space.

However, I was tortured to death several times by the backlash of my oath...

This is how the trust between people is destroyed. You can't believe even a single punctuation mark in what Voldemort says... In addition to being easily exploited because it relies on language to activate, this oath curse has many advantages. The first is concealment.

It's very sexual, making people make vows unconsciously, and it's not bad at binding. Anyway, the backlash torture is quite terrifying. The most important thing is that it's like being sealed by a complex password lock, and it's difficult to just

Aspects lifted.

Fortunately, this oath has basically no binding force on Owen. The one to help Voldemort get the Sorcerer's Stone has been fulfilled. As for the other party's failure to keep the Sorcerer's Stone later, it has nothing to do with Owen. The other two oaths

, one is not to reveal what happened last semester, and the other is to follow the other person after he is resurrected... Well, that's all in the future anyway.

Owen squinted at the guy standing opposite him. He didn't expect that he could detect this curse. Many thoughts passed through his mind in an instant. He took a step back in pretending to be panic, reached into his pocket and grabbed his own hand.

Wand: "Why were you able to spot it?"

The sudden suction force on his side caused "Ron"'s body to tilt involuntarily. He stumbled a few steps, and an illusory silver-white shield-shaped shadow condensed in front of him, helping him resist the powerful suction force.

Pulling force.

"I want to know too." "Ron" said lightly, his face as pale as snowflakes in winter, "This was originally the main purpose of coming to you today."

"Ron" frowned and used the fast-moving magic again, and came to Owen with a pale face. Owen, who was already on guard, cast a silent fear spell, hitting the opponent's face that had just moved over.

superior.

"Have you completed this magic?" "Ron" hurriedly stepped aside, his face turned ugly. The level of magic possessed by his body now made it impossible for him to deal with the black shadow in front of him. He knew some spells to deal with it, but

He couldn't use it at the moment. He could only retreat while waving his wand, using invisible power to slow down the movement of the black devil guard.

"I really don't like the look in your eyes. I really want to dig your eyeballs out and then pop them open with a bang..." Owen licked his lips and conscientiously established himself as a madman. Anyway, he was still young and learned.

After learning so much black magic, it is reasonable to go crazy.

"Professor, what happened that night?" He tilted his head curiously, "When you came back here again, did you trace the traces of the Aether Society? Are they still plotting against Harry Potter?

"

"Harry Potter..." Upon hearing Owen's name, a greedy red light seemed to flash through the depths of "Ron's" eyes, "I want to know everything you know about him."

"I didn't hide any news about the Aether Society from you last school year..." Owen showed a hint of confusion and suspicion at the right time, and muttered in his mouth, and then told all the information he told Voldemort last year.

Owen organized his language and said slowly: "The Aether Society... This is a very mysterious organization, and it is also very good at hiding. During the summer vacation, I mobilized part of my family to track down this organization, but I didn't find any clues. It's like

It’s like they appeared out of nowhere.”

"However, since the Philosopher's Stone disappeared that night, the members of the Aether Society have never appeared again, and even you, the professor, have left." Owen said ambiguously, with a perfect smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked coldly.

"Ron" suddenly looked ferocious, with a strange red light flashing in his eyes. After being stunned for a moment, he came back to his senses and glared angrily at Owen, who was retreating hastily. But Owen read "Darkest Realm"

"It has swept over, and the thick darkness that can't be seen has flooded everything in the room, while the gloomy coldness of the black devil guard is still approaching in hot pursuit.

Sure enough, "Ron" sitting at the other end of the long table did not express any objection. He closed his eyes, tapped his fingers on the table, and said in a commanding tone: "Tell me all the experiences you have learned with Ether."

.”

"A Thousand Blades!" He unexpectedly waved his wand and chanted the spell. The bright silver blade cut through the air, cutting the long table between the two into pieces, with traces of corrosion from black magic still visible on the fractures.

"When I woke up, I found myself lying in the room in the second level. I didn't know how long I had been asleep, and I couldn't find any trace of you, Professor. I was afraid of being discovered by other professors who might come, so I hurriedly left.

There." Owen stood aside with a humble attitude and said slowly, "I thought you were still under the trap door, but Harry and the others were planning to break through the trap door..."

This is also in Owen's script. The first scene with a smile has ended, and the second scene has begun with a dagger. It is rare for Voldemort to come to meet him alone and arrogantly, and Owen must give him full enthusiasm and respect. Moreover.

It’s already here, if the other person doesn’t consume the vitality he has worked so hard to accumulate, then he is still a human being?

"So, I volunteered to break in with them, and went all the way to the final level, but I didn't meet anyone along the way, whether it was you, the professor, or members of the Ether Society..." He pursed his lips, "Later, we were at

In the final level, I got the Philosopher's Stone, but I found out at a glance that it was fake...On the next day, Harry discovered that it was actually left by the Aether Society."

"Could it be that you are... the Dark Lord?" He exclaimed in a playful tone and cautiously asked, "You have come to Hogwarts again, Professor?"

"What is your purpose?" Owen stared at him with burning eyes, a hint of eagerness and madness in his eyes, "What do you want to do by trying to trick me?"

"All curses are over!" Owen's wand passed diagonally across his side, and a golden wall of light appeared out of thin air. The bright light brightened the entire room for a moment. The wall of light surrounded him silently but unswervingly.

Those light bombs caused them to explode into balls of bright fireworks.

"Assisting the Dark Lord to make a comeback, I think our goals are the same." "Ron" seemed very patient, but his eyes were condescending, "We are all loyal followers of the Dark Lord..."

He narrowed his eyes coldly. If it were in the past, he would definitely not give up. But his current condition is very bad, and he does not want to continue to waste his life energy needlessly. The most important thing is that now that this little wizard has learned the dark magic

Guard, why didn't the main soul possess the other party? Could it be that there was some more important plan? Not wanting the main soul's plan to fail, he could only put down the wand with a gloomy face.

"Ron" snorted lightly, and just waved his wand straight down, and a thick black mist spurted out, turning into several giant black mist snakes rolling their bodies, wrapping up the fire monsters and killing each other. Around them.

There is no fuel for Li Huo to grow and develop, so Li Huo in its initial state is not difficult to deal with.

The source of Voldemort's information should be Peter Pettigrew, and Wormtail most likely overheard this incident from Hermione and Neville inadvertently. After all, it is difficult for people to guard against a mouse, but it is impossible for two people to talk about it in private.

How detailed would it be? To take a step back, even if Peter Pettigrew clearly understood everything that the study group experienced that night, he didn't know anything about Owen and Voldemort's actions, so naturally he wouldn't

Deliberately pay attention to and emphasize time.

The darkness only lasted for a second before being dissipated. "Ron" changed his position again, with murderous intent in his red eyes. He planned to let this ignorant little wizard realize the reality regardless of his body's life and death.

.

Before he finished speaking, he waved the magic wand in his hand again: "Bound by Thorns..."

"So, tell me where the Dark Lord is?" Owen looked at Draco and raised his chin. The picture ended, and the plot entered the third act, the stage where the smile hides the knife.

"Try your skills and see if you are worthy of being on an equal footing with me, and if you are worthy enough for me to expose your deception just now." Owen showed a bright smile, but his eyes were cold and teasing, "I am a student of the Dark Lord.

It’s better not to embarrass him. Then what are you to the Dark Lord?”

According to Diary Tom, the soul fragments in the Horcrux that possess the remaining soul will consume vitality, and using magic spells in this state will only consume more. Owen is happy to slow down the opponent's recovery of memory.

"Last school year, they sneaked into the school through some means. On the one hand, they were plotting the Philosopher's Stone, and on the other hand, they were interested in Harry Potter. They also attacked Harry when Dumbledore was not in school... I

It feels like a secluded fanatical research organization.”

Sure enough, Tom, a young boy, did not lie to him. The magic power that the possessed Horcrux can exert is limited by the body. In other words, the opponent can only control the magic power of a twelve-year-old wizard!

This kind of simple and crude interruption usually occurs in a duel between two wizards whose strength gap is too large, but instead of being discouraged, Owen's smile on his face actually got deeper. Although the other party's interruption just now showed his superb incompetence.

Although his level of spell casting has also exposed his own shortcomings, that is, the weak level of magic power, it only makes the wand in his hand slightly crooked.

"It's not like I can't cast a silent spell..." Owen nimbly avoided the white light emitted by the other party. With a smile, he gently tapped the wand in his hand in the air and responded with a silent version of "Gathering as One".

"There's no way the Dark Lord doesn't even know about this! I told him everything!" The smile on Owen's face disappeared instantly, and he said gloomily, "You lied to me, you are not the Dark Lord at all!

Who the hell are you? Ron Weasley?"

However, the main body is in a weak state, and the matter of entering Hogwarts must be kept strictly confidential. It is normal that it has not been leaked. He pondered and said: "Tell me the information you know about the Aether Society."

"It's great to see you again, Professor." Owen bowed gracefully and said with a modest smile. It seems that this guy really came to Hogwarts for the Sorcerer's Stone, because he didn't know his own

The main soul tried to plot the Philosopher's Stone last year and failed, so this dramatic scene must have happened.

"So, Dumbledore and Harry agreed that the Aether Society stole the Philosopher's Stone, and I thought so too. Professor Quirrell and Professor you both left Hogwarts. I thought you were going to track down those from the Aether Society.

Guy..."

He instantly pulled out his wand, his expression showing shame and resentment after being deceived, and his dark eyes filled with bottomless malice and murderous intent.

Feeling the rapid consumption of the absorbed life force, "Ron" waved his wand angrily and anxiously, interrupting Owen's next spell. He did not intend to delay playing with the other party any longer. There were blue streaks.

The black light bullets shot towards Owen, and the sound of "swishing" cutting through the air was like a rattlesnake shaking its tail.

At this time, Owen suddenly stopped the Dark Lord in mid-air, and said with a proud expression: "I can clearly see your true and false intentions, Weasley. I admit that you are very strong, but I am the most useful to the Dark Lord."

Man!" He assumed a fanatical posture like a fanatic, causing "Ron" to stop moving.

"That's right." Owen nodded calmly, without any sense of nervousness that his trick was about to be exposed. "That night, I first broke into the trap door where the Sorcerer's Stone was with you. You know, I accidentally fell into a trap on the way.

He was knocked unconscious and had no idea what happened next."

"Ron"'s figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, turning into a rapidly passing afterimage that appeared on the other side of the room, already holding a wand in his hand that was so worn that the inner core was exposed.

The black devil guard stopped in front of "Ron". The half-hidden joking smile under his top hat looked strange and evil, and the surrounding ground and walls were filled with white frost. It suddenly

He opened his broad cloak like a bat's wings, penetrated the defensive barrier in front of the opponent, and prepared to give the opponent a warm hug.

"Very good, you impressed me, Owen Shafiq..." he said in a very soft voice. He just suffered a small loss and then stopped fighting, which made him feel like he couldn't get up and down.

The annoying feeling is like being bullied by a naughty child but not being able to fight back... When has he ever been so angry? He really wants to go to pieces.

There was no time to recite the incantation, Owen swooped to the right side, and at the same time activated the black devil guard, a thick cold black mist emerged from his body, as if the whole person was split into two in an instant. The ominous shadow was light and

He nimbly rushed towards "Ron" who was about to continue casting the spell. At the same time, those light bullets turned along strange trajectories in the air and continued to rush towards Owen.

"As far as I know, on the night when the Sorcerer's Stone was lost, you and Harry Potter broke through the Sorcerer's Stone's trap together." "Ron" did not answer Owen's question, but looked at him indifferently and said.

"Of course, this was taught to me by the Dark Lord, and it was also the first dark magic I learned." Owen pointed the wand at him and smiled happily.

"Cruciatus Curse!" Owen took the opportunity to say coldly to "Ron", and a beam of red light went straight through the small silver shield in front of the opponent. The Cruciatus Curse cannot be blocked by ordinary defensive spells. In Owen's case,

It seems to be a very useful control spell.

He would not admit that he had actually wanted to find an opportunity to vent his evil thoughts for a long time. Desires that are suppressed for a long time will become perverted. By the way, he also wanted to test the depth of the other party. But he didn't know if the crown was worn by the other party.

Woolen cloth?

"I have never admitted that I am the Dark Lord." "Ron" said calmly while squinting at the wand pointed at him. He would not admit it because it might expose the secret of his immortality.

Owen took the opportunity to raise his wand high, and purple fire surged out from the tip of the wand, turning into a huge flame monster and rushing towards the opponent. The flame monster's eyes flashed with ferocious and greedy eyes, and it regarded the opponent as fat food.

"Ron" could only dodge quickly again and turned into a dark afterimage. When he appeared on the other side, his face became even paler and sickly. Obviously, this curse was not something he could easily do in his current state.

Controlled.

"Ron" pulled out a chair noncommittally and sat on one side of the long table, crossing his fingers and looking at Owen thoughtfully. After discovering that Owen carried the mark of his unique oath magic, he originally thought that this

The little wizard had come into contact with the main soul outside of school, so he should know the whereabouts of the main soul, but he didn't expect that the main soul had sneaked into Hogwarts last year. Peter Pettigrew was such a waste, he didn't even find out about such an important thing.

"Ron" just waved his wand quickly with an impatient expression. The extremely fast spell-free casting instantly interrupted Owen's unfinished spell and caused the wand in his hand to tilt.

Owen's silent disarming spell followed, and he waved his wand and it bounced aside, hitting the wall and shooting out red sparks like fireworks.

"That's such a pity, don't let me know that you are deliberately hiding it from me." Owen warned, "But no matter what, I must be the one who finally finds the Dark Lord and makes him come back!"

Owen deliberately confused the order in which he broke into the trap door twice, cleverly exposing himself to doubts. This was nothing more than a small time trick, but time, a ubiquitous thing, is precisely the most important thing people have.

One of the things that is easily overlooked. Let alone the fact that Voldemort on the opposite side has not yet recovered all his memories, even if he has remembered everything that happened that night, Owen believes that there is a high probability that his story will not be exposed.

"I'm waiting for that day." Ron said without any fluctuation.

"Hmph, don't imagine that I will cooperate seamlessly with you." Owen turned and walked towards the exit, "I will not believe a guy who tries to deceive me." The black devil guard dispersed into black mist around him and got back into his

in the body.

"I want to know information about Harry Potter." the other party said.

"Please complete your homework independently, Mr. Weasley." Owen turned around and smiled before going out, "I will dedicate Harry Potter to the Dark Lord when he needs it, without your help."

He closed the door with a "bang", then quickly turned the corner at the end of the corridor, reciting the Illusion Charm, the Silent Breathing Charm and the Breath Concealing Charm to himself, hiding behind a curtain and watching the Room of Requirement from a distance.

direction.

(End of chapter)