A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 96 Natasha

Owen came out of the Nightmare Forest and was already alone. Ms. Gray felt about Ms. Elizabeth's experience and decided to stay with him for a while.

The suitcase in hand contains some specialties brought back from the forest, such as some rare potion materials and magic plants. There are many of these things in the inaccessible nightmare forest, but as a ghost, Ms. Elizabeth has no use for them.

Seeing that Owen was interested in them, he took him to collect some.

It was approaching evening, and snowflakes began to drift in the sky. The snow on the ground reflected the dimmed sunlight, like covering the mountains with a layer of pale golden gauze.

It wasn't until the sun completely set and a few sparse stars shone in the sky that Owen climbed over the mountain and returned to the small wizard market where he came from. He stamped his feet that were numb from walking and held the light suitcase in his hand.

It all seems to have become heavier.

He regretted not learning Apparition and Apparition. He had been in Hogwarts where Apparition was prohibited, so he was not in a hurry to learn this magic, not to mention that his original schedule was already full.

"Well, my body still needs some exercise." Owen took a breath and entered the wizard's market.

The market becomes much deserted at night, and many stalls have been closed. Only the shops on both sides of the street are still lit, and there are still some customers inside. In some inconspicuous corners, there are some new ones.

Most of the stall owners covered themselves tightly and looked a bit sneaky.

Owen knew that most of the goods on these stalls came from irregular sources, mostly from petty thefts. These things did not need to be sold on the black market. They would usually set up stalls in the night markets, and many wizards were willing to purchase these, which were obviously cheaper.

Lots of products.

After glancing at several stalls with interest, Owen lost interest in these things. He returned to the bar where he came from, intending to borrow the fireplace there to go home.

"You...you really aren't?" The woman was stunned for a while, with a deep apology in her tone, "I'm sorry for dragging you in today, I will send you to a safe place later."

She single-handedly sneaked into the black market to save people, but fell into a trap and was caught and tortured by a group of dark wizards. She also learned that her brother was dead.

"This is my true appearance, madam." Owen touched his cheek and said lightly. If a group of dark wizards were concerned about him, it would be a big trouble for him.

The old man picked up the money bag and weighed it, then opened the bag and carefully rubbed the shining coins one by one. He said with satisfaction: "It's quite sincere. You can take this."

"News about my father," Natasha said concisely.

"I want revenge." Natasha said decisively, "Not only the Black Spirit Organization, but also my...father, I want to find him and kill him!"

The Black Spirit Organization is a large-scale dark wizard organization in the European magic world, and it is also one of the people behind the British wizard black market. The furious leader of the Black Spirit ordered his men to arrest the thief, and at the same time, he also angered the innocent siblings.

, maybe he thought the siblings knew where their father was hiding.

Although he had never seen this face before, Owen's distinctive eyes reminded him of this person. She was the woman he and Voldemort released when they robbed the black market that day. Unexpectedly, she was still alive, and Owen was still alive.

I thought she was easily dispatched by Voldemort that night.

Natasha just nodded, and the two of them walked forward in silence. After a while, she said dullly: "At your age, it's best not to abuse black magic like the Unforgivable Curse. You are not yet an adult, and your mind and magic power

They are all unstable and are most easily affected by those very evil black magic..."

Owen glanced at the cloak that was obviously too big for him, pointed at it with his wand and said "shrink quickly", then put the cloak that had been shrunk to an appropriate size around his body, and pulled up the hood to cover his

Face.

"Under normal circumstances, I won't use them." Owen said with a smile.

As he spoke, he threw a piece of parchment to Natasha with dense secret words written on it, and said, "You know the rules here from "Curse and Counter-Curse" published the year before last." He was talking about the way to interpret the secret words.

This woman seemed to have mistaken him for someone else? But how did she recognize herself? Not only did he wear a hood that night, but his face was also distorted.

"I understand." Owen nodded calmly, his mood not fluctuating at all.

The man suddenly pulled his wrist back. Although the young wizard in front of him was not very old, the cold malice exuding from his body was no worse than those extremely dangerous dark wizards. It made his skin crawl. The look in his eyes

He hesitated for a moment without confidence, then hurriedly walked away with his head lowered.

"Okay, Natasha, do you mind if I know what incident I am involved in?" Owen asked gently, his expression under the hood was calm and indifferent, and the wand in his hand was flipping flexibly on his fingertips.

However, he obviously underestimated the number of people in this wizard market. As the only fireplace here that is open to the public, this bar has been crowded with many wizards waiting in line to use the fireplace. From time to time, there are people stepping out of the fireplace and bumping into people outside.

The bar was full of people. The bar was noisy. Many people ordered butterbeer while waiting and sat at the dirty tables talking loudly.

The two siblings were undoubtedly unlucky. They didn't even have the chance to go to a magic school. Although they received notices from Hogwarts, they were rejected by their father as guardian. This situation is common in many dark wizard families.

It is not uncommon among some pure-blood families, and it is impossible for Hogwarts to force all young wizards of appropriate age to go to school.

"Why are you here again? Didn't I say I don't need help?" She whispered, her voice was hoarse and magnetic.

"Let's borrow the fireplace." Owen looked at his surroundings. There was a Muggle village in front of him.

"What are you doing?" The wizard shook the wand in his other hand fiercely and threatened Owen with a grin.

"I'm curious, how did you recognize me?" Owen asked, squinting his eyes.

The two siblings grew up dependent on each other. Although their father was cold and crazy, he would still teach them some magic in normal times so that they could help. Until one day, their father stole the Black Spirit Organization Fund.

He took great pains to acquire the treasure, and then ran away leaving the siblings behind.

After Owen broke into the black market to free her, she chased a dark wizard to a corner of the room, where she was suddenly thrown out of the tent and escaped by apparating in the chaos.

The closer we got to the bar area, the more crowded the alley became. Owen's short figure was lost in the crowd, and even his sight was blocked by the people around him.

"Go this way..." Natasha glanced at a figure approaching faintly from the alley on the other side, suddenly turned into the alley on the other side, and said to Owen.

"Portkey!" Owen suddenly realized. In order to be wary of someone chasing after him, Natasha never took her palm away from Owen's arm so that she could disapparate and escape at any time. Unexpectedly, she was now dragged away together with her.

"I am Natasha Valente." The woman said with a complex expression, "You can call me Natasha."

Natasha was born into a dark wizard family in Knockturn Alley. The only family members in her family were her father and her brother, who was one year younger than her. The siblings did not know who their mother was. Their father was a complete dark wizard, rough, ruthless and

He is so crazy that he occasionally treats his siblings as experimental subjects.

After evading another round of pursuit, Natasha briefly and urgently told the whole story.

Natasha didn't wait for Owen to slow down and continued to apparate. After several consecutive apparations, Owen felt like she was going to vomit. Then she stopped, her crimson eyes looked around cautiously, and her palms

Still holding onto Owen's arm firmly.

"Smell. My nose has been transformed by magic and can distinguish very subtle smells." The woman's tone became gloomy, obviously remembering something bad.

"You got the wrong person, I'm not here to help you..." Owen broke away from the other party's claws. This woman was obviously avoiding something, and he was too lazy to get involved in other people's affairs.

The two people ran wildly in the narrow but complicated alley. Fortunately, the crowded crowd just blocked the pursuers, allowing them to temporarily get rid of those people.

"Over there, don't let her run away!" At this time, a dark wizard standing in the corner pointed here and shouted, "There is a child beside her!"

Many wizards came and went here, and even the narrow alley outside became crowded. Owen also found many figures in cloaks. They all covered their faces with their hoods and exuded an aura of aura.

There was a gloomy and cold atmosphere that made many wizards dressed normally stay away from them.

"It's just ahead..." After a moment, she pointed to a wooden house on the hillside. But before she finished speaking, she exclaimed.

The wizards in front suddenly became a little commotion. Several people cursed a few words and seemed to have been stepped on. Just when Owen looked up, a hooded figure pushed through the crowd in front of him, letting him pass.

People around him frowned.

Owen felt like he was drilling through a thick rubber tube, and every part of his body was being squeezed, accompanied by an increasingly strong sense of suffocation. Soon, his body became relaxed, and he opened his eyes.

I found myself standing in an unfamiliar mountain forest.

The red-haired woman's face suddenly became ugly. She looked around and saw a dark alley where she was rushing through. She didn't forget to grab Owen's arm. Owen also let the other party pull him speechlessly. The group of pursuers obviously

Think of him as the woman's accomplice.

Owen raised his eyebrows, glanced at the slender hand on his shoulder, and finally lowered the wand in his hand without casting a curse on the other person.

During this process, the woman watched intently, her expression changing. She originally thought that Owen was an adult wizard who was not tall, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a young wizard who seemed to have just reached school age. But she did not think that the young wizard in front of her was a wizard.

What an easy guy to mess with. On the day of the black market, she saw with her own eyes that this little guy was very skilled in using dangerous and terrifying black magic like the Unforgivable Curse, and his black mist shadow, which was obviously a creation of black magic, killed many people.

.

"Where is your home? If it's not far away, I can send you to your home." Natasha said, "Or I will send you to the nearest wizard family, and you can try to borrow their fireplace.

"

Natasha opened the door first, and walked out after observing the situation outside, followed closely by Owen. The two of them walked together into the alley on one side for a while, and suddenly entered the alley on the other side.

Several men in black cloaks appeared, and they shouted: "Found it!"

Owen only had time to turn his face to her before he was pulled into the kaleidoscope of brilliant colors and flew forward rapidly with Natasha.

"Ah, I know you, the wanted criminal of the Black Spirit Organization." After inviting the two people in, the old man looked out alertly, then carefully closed the door and said in a voice like a broken bellows. "You come here.

What's wrong with me?"

"Dark wizards..." Owen muttered in his heart. Some of those dark wizards who have been corrupted by black magic in body and mind are easy to identify, because the temperament they reveal unintentionally is always gloomy and dark. Of course, it is not

All dark wizards are like this.

During an attack, Natasha narrowly escaped, but her brother was caught. After doing everything possible to find out about her brother, she refused to join the Turant organization. Those people should also be targeting her.

He took possession of the things his father had stolen and was just planning to use gentle means.

"Sorry." The woman took out a black cloak from her bag and threw it to Owen, "You'd better not go to places where dark wizards gather during this period, such as Knockturn Alley and the black market. I think about this.

It will pass soon, if my affairs go well..."

"There is a very well-informed intelligence dealer here. I wanted to get information about my father from him, but I didn't expect Hei Ling's people to come after me." She said bitterly.

"This is enough money." Natasha threw a bag of coins on the table.

Natasha quickly glanced at the secret message on the parchment, put it into her pocket, and threatened viciously: "If you dare to lie to me, be careful with your skin!"

Because of his height, Owen saw her face through the bottom of the other party's hood. Her long dark red curly hair was covered under the hood, her young and beautiful face was slightly pale, and her slightly thick lips were tightly pursed.

She looked up, with a pair of dark red eyes that were cold and sparkling like flames, and her heroic thick eyebrows gave her a sharp temperament.

When the feeling of being on the ground came, Owen didn't have time to open his eyes and look around, so he quickly cast the Iron Armor Curse on himself. His choice was correct, a spell came whizzing by, and was firmly blocked by the Iron Armor Curse.

After wandering around the alley for a long time, the two finally came to the door of a very dilapidated small hotel. Natasha raised her hand and knocked on the closed door five times. A skinny old man holding an oil lamp opened the door.

"Haha, I just received a piece of information the day before yesterday. Where is your reward?" the old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and only a pair of bright eyes stared at the other party greedily.

"I never lie." The old man said slowly, "Remember to close the door."

"Do I look easy to mess with?" The smile on Owen's face was gentle and perfect, but his eyes suddenly turned cold and dark. The cold malice made the man shudder. He said in a soft and pleasant voice: "If I

If it were you, you would stay far away immediately."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the wrist that was reaching for his suitcase with a "pop" sound, turned his head and showed a faint smile to a man as thin as a bamboo pole.

"No." Owen said truthfully.

"Are you from Turant? Go back quickly. I don't need your help, and I won't join you." The woman seemed to have her own destination. She walked through the alley familiarly.

He said seriously. "Of course, thank you for saving me last time. I owe you a life, but it's just you. When I finish my own thing, you can take my life."

"Okay, I should go back." Owen said calmly, just think of it as watching a show tonight.

"That's it." Owen nodded and calmly explained to the woman that he had nothing to do with Turant. He just happened to save her last time and he didn't go out to save anyone.

The woman in front of her was stunned for a moment when she saw Owen, and then her nose twitched slightly, her expression becoming more and more surprised. She quickly glanced around, then put her palm on Owen's shoulder and pulled him quickly.

Push outward.

"It's really troublesome." Owen took out his wand and looked at his poor height. Although these thieves bully the weak and fear the strong, when facing the weak, they often don't mind appearing as robbers.

"A few guys from Black Spirit know how to track the trajectory of apparation. I was caught up in this way several times." She explained to Owen, without relaxing her hold on Owen's hand.

"Oh." Natasha was also a person of few words and continued to walk forward.

She looked at Owen carefully again, her eyes lingering on his young and immature face for a long time, and asked in a tentative tone: "By the way, this is not your true appearance, is it?"

"Can you disapparate?" Natasha asked hastily.

For dark wizards, sending their children to Hogwarts means having to deal with the traces of traces on them during the holidays. In their view, going to a magic school is a complete waste of time and will make people naive and naive.

Weakness. The children of dark wizards are basically dark wizards, and this is difficult to change.

Natasha put her palm on his arm and waved her wand suddenly. With a "pop" sound, amidst the roars of several dark wizards and the whizzing spells, the two people's

The figure disappeared in an instant.

His vision finally fully recovered, and he found that he and Natasha were standing in a room that looked like a conference room, surrounded by black stone walls and some stone chairs. A group of wizards in black cloaks surrounded the two of them.

, giving them a cruel and teasing laugh.

"Look who this is? Our cunning little girl Natasha is back." A black-robed wizard standing on the high platform said in a hoarse voice. His English was dry and awkward, and he was very unskilled. His cloak was clearly visible.

It is even more gorgeous, with a green pattern printed on the chest, which should be the emblem of this organization.

"Tref!" Natasha raised her wand at him angrily, and threw the parchment she bought from the intelligence dealer to the ground, "Bah, it's a portkey!"

Owen silently looked at the dark wizards around him and frowned slowly.

(End of chapter)