A ruined Hogwarts

"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 my own considerations..."

The more you show a calm and calm attitude, the more you will be valued by the other party, and the more you humbly give in and ask for permission, the more you 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 A way to make his life worse than death. But as a pure-blood wizard with an extraordinary background and a natural follower of the Dark Lord, Owen's identity will be more valued, which gives 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 party'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 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 were to be clever and tell a lie like "I am willing to help you" at this time, it would only increase the other party's vigilance and murderous intention, causing the situation to completely collapse. Sometimes, telling the truth is the best trick, a trick on the human heart.

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

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

Owen's attitude gave "Quillo" a confused feeling of relief because he finally didn't have to get wet in the rain, or because his attitude softened. This made "Qi Luo" a little interested, but not very vigilant, because he thought he had control of everything about Owen, and the little wizard in front of him could not resist him, let alone threaten him.

"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, his tone cold and joking. Then, he waved his hand and motioned for Owen to follow him.

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.

"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 Inheriting the ancient family confidence. Although he doesn't know the identity of the person in front of him now, his origin is indeed his biggest reliance 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.”

Glancing at the two wands in "Qi Luo"'s hand, 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."

"The most indispensable thing for the Shafik family is potions. Even if 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."

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

"I care more about myself now." Owen smiled and shook his head, and then his expression became a little colder. "Although unicorns are beautiful and pure creatures, in my opinion, the wizard killing them is the same as the hunter killing the deer in the jungle. It makes no difference, and the hunter doesn’t care how innocent and cute the fawn is…”

"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 is another concept, but this obviously does not need to be said in this situation.

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 in ensuring 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?"

"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.

Although the more he knows, 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 at present. As long as the other party said so, it seemed that Owen was forced into a difficult situation. In fact, subconsciously, he had already acquiesced that the two of them would become "one of their own", so he gave up more means of attack and control. In essence, he made Unconscious concession!

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

"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..."

"I don't have the magic stone, but I'm about to get it." "Qui Luo" sneered, "The elixir naturally doesn't need the blood of a unicorn, but after adding this blood, it can make a remnant soul regenerate. Have a perfect body.”

"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 cause this situation, and at the same time whispered: "So, the Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts? Otherwise, there is no need for you to sneak in here."

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, and better hide your purpose from certain people... it won't be long."

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

"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."

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

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

"..." 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..."

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 spent all your money. In fact, all you have paid is the bargaining chip that you have already thought about and can bear.

"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..."

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

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. I have to say that the other party does give a little more preferential treatment to pure-blood wizards. If there is a Muggle-born or mixed-blood little wizard here tonight, the other party will definitely not be so easy to talk to.

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 only felt that the surrounding tree trunks were retreating rapidly, and the raindrops hit the invisible barrier around him diagonally. In just a short moment, the surrounding trees became sparse.

Quirrell suddenly fell from mid-air and knelt down in the muddy water, panting and choking. His already pale face turned 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.