A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Invisible Confrontation

"Are you hinting to me to kill you?" Looking at Owen's smiling expression, "Qi Luo" said coldly.

Owen shook his head, bent down and patted the muddy water on his body, and said: "Obviously not, professor, since I will tell you this advice, it naturally means that I will not tell the truth. Of course, I think the professor did not choose to kill just now

I must have your own considerations..."

The more he shows a calm and calm attitude, the more he will be valued by the other party, and the more he humbly gives in and asks for permission, the more he will be despised and intimidated. Owen knows how to control people's hearts.

Owen must deal with this verbal confrontation carefully, because judging from the magic that "Quirrell" has previously shown that he has never heard of, even if the other party absolutely does not want to kill a student to attract Dumbledore's attention, I am afraid that there are many

The method would make his life worse than death. But as a pure-blood wizard with an extraordinary background and a natural group of followers of the Dark Lord, Owen's identity would be taken more seriously, which gave him room to maneuver.

Of course, the most important thing that Owen needs to pay attention to now is not to think randomly, follow his own instincts and habits to guide the topic, and make less contact with the other person's eyes, so as not to be noticed by possible Legilimency.

"Why didn't you tell the truth?" Quirrell asked in a playful tone.

"Of course it's because my fortune and life at the moment are still in your hands, Professor." Owen grinned and spoke the truth sincerely.

At this time, it seems that the other party's attitude has softened, but in fact this is the most dangerous time. If Owen is clever and tells a lie like "I am willing to help you" at this time, it will only increase the other party's vigilance and fear.

The murderous intention caused the situation to completely collapse. Sometimes, telling the truth is the best trick, a scam that targets people's hearts.

After listening to Owen's answer, "Quirrell" nodded slightly and raised his wand slightly. The rain that beat mercilessly on Owen's body was blocked by an invisible barrier, but his body was still wet and muddy, and he was quite embarrassed.

Glancing at the two wands in Quirrell's hand, Owen saw that the glass bottle that collected the unicorn's blood had been put away. Owen continued:

"I don't believe the rumors that you are a vampire at all. I think you collect the blood of unicorns to heal someone's injuries or extend their lives. Although its effect is very powerful, if the unicorns are not completely voluntary,

Donated blood, those who use it will also suffer a terrible curse. I think you should know it very well, Professor."

"I care more about myself now." Owen smiled and shook his head, then his expression became a little colder, "Although unicorns are beautiful and pure creatures, in my opinion, wizards killing them is the same as hunters killing deer in the jungle.

It makes no difference, and the hunter doesn’t care how innocent and cute the fawn is..."

"Put away your cleverness, there will be no next time." Appreciating Owen's expression of frustrated hope, "Qui Luo" gave a cold warning, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said slowly in a hoarse tone: "I really need you.

, but not just for the Philosopher’s Stone…”

"I didn't kill you, not because I couldn't. So, what are you going to do in exchange for your life?" He said condescendingly, with a cold and joking tone. Then, he waved his hand, gesturing for Owen to follow him.

"No matter what your needs are, Professor, I think I can help you." Owen straightened his back as he walked, with an impeccable nobility and arrogance in his expression and movements, which came from

The confidence of an ancient family. Although he does not know the identity of the person in front of him now, his origin is indeed his biggest support at the moment.

"Because I am Shafiq." Owen said slowly but firmly, "I am the only son of the Shafiq family and the only heir of this generation. I can use the family's human, material and financial resources to a certain extent.

To provide you with more convenience.”

This is an invisible but dangerous confrontation. Fortunately, Irving has always firmly controlled the rhythm of the topic and has the actual dominance. The current result is the result of his deliberate guidance. It has to be said that the other party

It is true that there is a little more preferential treatment for pure-blood wizards. If there was a Muggle-born or mixed-blood young wizard here tonight, he would definitely not be so easy to talk to.

"Let a remnant soul have a body again..." Owen chewed on these words, becoming more and more convinced that Quirrell was possessed by some ghost. He searched in his brain for various magical creatures that might have caused this situation, and at the same time

He whispered: "So, the Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts? Otherwise, there is no need for you to sneak in here."

It's time to throw out the chips. Sadly, Owen's chips are pitiful in front of the Dark Lord. But fortunately, the current Dark Lord is weak and isolated, giving Owen the qualifications to negotiate with him.

At the end of the negotiation when there is a clear status gap between you and the negotiation partner, you must take the initiative to give an excuse, selectively throw away part of the right to speak, and give the other party a little sweet taste, so that the other party has the illusion that they are controlling you from beginning to end.

Let him think that you have been forced into a corner and have spent all your money. In fact, all you have paid is the bargaining chip that you have already thought about and can bear.

"I think since you told me this information, there must be something you need my help with."

"As long as there is profit, there will never be a shortage of killing." Owen lowered his eyes slightly. Of course, if the prey has human-level intelligence and a kind and docile character, that would be another concept, but this obviously does not have to be the case here.

Let’s talk about the situation.

"Qui Luo"'s tone suddenly became cold again: "You are very smart and aware of current affairs, but being smart is not a good thing."

"Quirrell"'s tone became even colder: "So, you can use this to get out of my hands and warn Dumbledore?"

"Oh? Do you care if I hurt or even kill the unicorn?" "Qi Luo" said lazily, and the branches and shrubs in front of him swayed apart automatically, as if to welcome him to pass.

"Thank you, Professor. Ha, this kind of weather is really not suitable for chatting, right?" Owen said in a slightly relaxed tone while fiddling with his wet hair.

Owen felt slightly relieved, which meant it was over soon. A perfect smile appeared on his face again: "Of course, you can also recite a forgetting spell on me. I won't remember anything, so naturally I will

It won't threaten your plans."

"The elixir of life... you have the magic stone?" Owen looked at him in surprise and longing for a moment, "I learned about the elixir of life in the book collection at home, and it does not require unicorn blood to refine it. If Professor

Which pirated book did you see this description in? It's best to find that pirate and beat him to death..."

Owen's attitude gave "Quillo" a confused feeling whether he was relieved because he finally didn't have to be exposed to the rain, or whether he was relaxed because his attitude had softened. This made "Quillo" a little interested, but not very vigilant.

, because he thought he had control over everything about Owen, and the little wizard in front of him could not resist him no matter what, let alone threaten him.

"You don't need to tell me." Owen said with an alert look, "You just need to use me." He said this, but he did not hide his inner curiosity.

He took a deep breath and continued to increase his chips: "In this case, as a first-year student, I will not easily attract the attention and suspicion of professors, and I can be a good helper for you. And the talents I am born with can make me

After you learn to control it, you can better hide your purpose from certain people...it won't take long."

"Okay, I'm willing to help." Owen also raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"..." Owen was silent for a long time, and then he sighed deeply, "Okay, I admit that there is a high probability that I can resist the forgetting curse. When the time comes, I will choose to pretend that I don't remember anything..."

"The most indispensable thing for the Shafiq family is potions. Even though I cannot mobilize all the potion resources at will, there is definitely no shortage of various potion materials. Maybe I can help you find some substitutes."

"I need the elixir of life." Under Owen's alert but curious eyes, "Qui Luo" chuckled.

Putting yourself in the other person's perspective and using empathy to understand and agree with the other person's behavior is an important step to ensure that the topic goes smoothly!

"Qi Luo" slowly stroked the wand in his hand with his pale fingers, and his tone was dangerously seductive: "So, do you know what I use to collect unicorn blood?"

Although the more you know, the harder it will be to escape, but letting the other party take the initiative to pull him onto the pirate ship is the best way for Owen to ensure his own safety. As long as the other party tells him, it seems to force Owen into a situation where it is difficult to get off.

, in fact, the subconscious mind has already acquiesced that the two of them will become "one of their own", so they gave up more means of attack and control, essentially making an unconscious concession!

"I don't have the magic stone, but I'm about to get it." "Qui Luo" sneered, "The elixir of life naturally does not require unicorn blood, but after adding this blood, it can make a remnant soul regenerate.

Have a perfect body."

At this time, the two of them looked at the jungle on the left at the same time, and a deep and deep shout penetrated the rain curtain: "Who is there?"

"Qi Luo" grabbed Owen's shoulders and flew into the air lightly. Owen felt that the tree trunks around him were retreating rapidly, and the raindrops slanted on the invisible barrier around him. In just a short moment, the surrounding trees became sparse.

Got up.

Quirrell suddenly fell from mid-air and knelt down in the muddy water, panting and choking. His already pale face was filled with a terrifying deathly gray color. Owen stumbled to his feet, looking thoughtful.

.

"Go back with me!" Quirrell stood up unsteadily, roughly holding his arm and walking outside the Forbidden Forest.

(End of chapter)