A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 79 Plans and Accidents

After being fully mentally prepared, Owen regained his usual calmness, began to inquire tactfully about Voldemort's plan, and decided to use his intelligence to help him perfect his plan.

"Professor, should we start with these?" Owen pointed to a nearby stall. The old witch sitting behind the stall raised her head tremblingly, showed him a sinister smile, and said a mouthful of

of black teeth.

"The most precious things in the black market are not here. They are all stored in the deepest tents and jointly guarded by several insignificant small organizations." Voldemort seems to be in a good mood indeed, and he is still thinking about explaining to Owen, "

Our goal is there."

"Small organization?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Professor, you should be talking about the most prosperous dark wizard organizations in the country..."

"At the height of the sun? Haha..." Voldemort said sarcastically, "It's just a small and fleeting gang. When I patronized the black market, they were not the ones who managed it."

"Professor used to come here often?" Owen couldn't help but observe a second of silence for those dark wizard organizations.

Voldemort chuckled: "I didn't come here very often after that, because I incorporated those small organizations and made this place mine."

Ah, what kind of inspirational drama is this about a man from a humble background who fights back to become a winner in life... Owen complained in his heart.

A tall black tent could be seen in the distance, with a steady stream of people coming in and out of the door. Outside the tent stood two tall and round guards, waving their wands fiercely at the passers-by.

Less than two minutes later, Owen noticed a slight commotion around him. His target almost jumped up in alarm, and the two guards were also hurriedly pushing through the crowd.

"I happened to have developed a small spell that can be used to find these people. Of course, tents are often equipped with means to detect magic fluctuations. Once a guest casts magic in the tent, they will be immediately locked by the watcher...

…So, I need a helper.”

Next, Owen followed this man leisurely, waiting for Voldemort to get it done.

"Next, I will help you become invisible. You only need to follow the guidance of my spell to find a few people, secretly recite the Imperius Curse to them, and order them to recite the password at the same time in ten minutes." He said lightly.

, has no intention of explaining its own plan at all.

He came to the deepest part of the store and saw the silver line extending straight into a room in front. There were faint and painful screams from inside the closed door, as if it was leading to hell.

Owen pointed his wand at the target in front of him and said softly: "Soul out of body."

Jars were placed on the heavy shelves, and floating in the slightly turbid water inside the jars were beating hearts, slightly squirming brains, eyes floating up and down, and even dead heads, baby corpses and withered limbs.

Owen watched the silver cord connected to the person in front of him break apart. He chuckled, pulled down the hood on his head, and continued to rush in the direction pointed by the other silver cord.

When he avoided the heavily guarded guards and finally arrived outside the store where the silver wire was connected, he found that another silver wire had also collapsed.

Voldemort said slowly: "In order to cope with possible Auror raids and to easily escape with precious commodities at any time, the black market tents have a very unique and convenient emergency mechanism that can expel everyone inside in a very short period of time.

And shrink it into a portable box. This is something we can also use."

"Well, I don't want to live up to your expectations." He said the words against his will with great pain.

The space inside the tent is much larger than it looks from the outside. In front of you is a corridor with two forked roads, and shops are opened on both sides. Through the dirty windows, you can see the rows of shelves in the shop.

Owen frowned and looked at these goods, and saw the labels under them stating what creatures they came from. For example, some common or rare magical animals, such as werewolves and vampires, or goblins or even humans... It is difficult to imagine what they are.

How many creatures were killed.

Owen followed the silver line to the right and entered the branch road, walking quickly along the dark passage. With the guidance of the silver line, he only needed to avoid the crowds and move towards his goal.

The presence of the dark guard strengthened his inner emotions, and the spell was cast very easily. He only felt a tingling warmth pouring out of his mind. This feeling was connected to the wand along his arm, and also to the other party.

thoughts.

The wailing and screaming coming from the depths of the shelves was even more miserable. It was a sharp female voice. Owen followed the guidance of the silver wire to the depths of the shelves and saw a group of men in black robes standing or sitting around the shelves.

In the open space, a woman was tortured with a spell while smiling.

At this time, Voldemort told Owen what he needed to do in a very soft voice. His voice was very small, but it could be clearly heard in Owen's ears and did not attract the attention of passers-by around him.

Just after turning another corner, Owen met his target unexpectedly. The silver cord was connected to a figure in front of him who was looking at the products in the window. Owen quickly looked around, and as expected,

I saw two people standing not far away from the man, looking around warily. They should be his bodyguards.

"Um, could you please tell me about your plan, Professor?" Owen said seriously, "I think that no matter how strict or perfect the plan is, there will be the possibility of accidents. In order to ensure that the operation will not fall short because of a little thing.

,I think I'd better understand the specific plan..."

Voldemort stretched out his pale fingers and tapped the surrounding area twice. Silently, the two figures disappeared out of thin air.

The red-haired woman who collapsed on the ground let out a scream that was not human. Her face was covered in blood and scarred, and her face could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of eyes full of hatred seemed to be burning with burning flames.

"Wow, it really is too easy for the magic master to rob a black market or Gringotts or something." He was slightly stunned. A guy in a black cloak next to him suddenly sniffed in his direction, and there was a sound in his throat.

The whining sound seemed to be that of a hungry vampire keenly smelling Owen's scent.

"The passwords for activating emergency measures are usually partially mastered by three people from different wizarding organizations. They will be hidden in tents, and outsiders will not know who has the password. Only when danger strikes, they will speak the secret words at the same time.

, and then Apparated and left with the tent."

Owen quickly ducked past a tall wizard, and the vampire who was chasing him bumped into him and was kicked to the ground. Pedestrians around him were not surprised and just walked with their heads down.

Got a little faster.

"It looks like this is the only thing left..." Owen slipped into the store through the guards at the door and walked quickly between rows of black shelves filled with boxes of various colors.

Owen curled his lips, held his wand in his hand, carefully avoided the passing crowd, and followed a guy with a strange smell into the tent.

"I have always been confident in my ability to execute and adapt to changes." Irving said with confidence, showing an eight-tooth smile.

When a man in black robe opened the door and walked in, Owen followed him in and found that there were also rows of shelves. But the items placed on them were even more creepy.

Several customers were slowly looking at the products on the shelves and commenting on them from time to time.

"I will first destroy the small means of monitoring magic fluctuations. This will cause a certain amount of alarm, but it will also buy me some time. Next, I will work with you to find the three people scattered throughout the tent, and control them individually.

good."

Voldemort was silent for a moment, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it felt depressing. After a long time, he suddenly chuckled and said: "It doesn't hurt to tell you. Don't let me down, Owen."

"No problem, Professor." Owen shook his head.

Owen looked at his body and found that he had become completely transparent. At the same time, three thin silver lines stretched like spider threads into the tent in front, one leading to the front, two

The roots were pointing straight to the right side of the tent, and one of them was still moving in that direction.

The figure in front of him paused for a moment, then continued to move towards his guard in a panic, without looking unusual at all.

"Oh, after all these years, they still don't remember to improve this mechanism." Voldemort's thin voice came teasingly, "You go to the right."

"Do you still have any questions?" he said indifferently.

Voldemort slowly explained his plan. He must have been very skilled at doing this kind of thing, and the plan was very thorough.

Owen glanced at the woman and had no time to pay attention to her. He just took out his wand and said "soul out of body" to one of the men in black robes.

The man who was pointing the wand at the woman suddenly froze, and the laughter in his mouth stopped abruptly. He raised the wand and pressed it down instantly, as if it was stuck, and made an unexplained grunt in his mouth, which attracted the attention of the people around him.

They all looked at him doubtfully.

As soon as Owen finished reciting the Imperius Curse, he felt something was wrong. This person had an extraordinary resistance to his control. It was not that he had a strong will, but that he had been controlled by the Imperius Curse long before!

Owen could feel that the guy who controlled this person earlier was the man in black robes in front of him on his right!

He just wanted to lift the Imperius Curse, but it was too late. The guy in front of him on the right looked at where Owen was standing and suddenly pointed at him and shouted:

"Intruder! Someone came in invisible!"

(End of chapter)