A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 114 I Kill Myself

"Melete, it's time for you to go back. Remember what I said, if you get the signal from me, bring Harry here, okay?"

Owen briefly moved his eyes away from the scene reflected in the mirror, and said softly to Melet with a smile on his face.

"Meow——" Melet raised her head high, squinted her eyes and let out a cry, then flicked her tail lightly, and slipped into a small square door with a height of one meter in the corner of the room. The figure disappeared in the depths of the long passage within it in a blink of an eye.

The magic house naturally needs to design a backstage staff passage. This passage can allow people to smoothly lead to the start and end of the level, as well as every room along the way. It is the passage Owen usually uses to enter and exit when building and perfecting the stage.

Owen watched Melet's figure disappear with a calm expression, and then began to methodically check the mechanism controller at hand, while also paying attention to the scene in the mirror.

Voldemort had left the maze and walked down a long corridor into another room.The layout of this room is very simple, surrounded by black curtains made of velvet, the exit door is blocked by a small waterfall, and in the center of the room is a long carved black table with several bottles of potions on it and a piece of parchment.

On the parchment were written a few lines in beautiful cursive script:
"Uninvited visitors, please go back the way you came,
Nightmares and falsehoods are in sight, safety and freedom are behind;
If you insist on moving forward, please choose a bottle to drink,
Walk through the waterfall of truth and falsehood to meet your own ending. "

The meaning expressed by the parchment is very simple, either return the same way, or choose a bottle of potion on the table and drink it, in order to pass the waterfall ahead.And it is obviously impossible to go back the same way.

Voldemort first focused his attention on the ordinary-looking waterfall, and he felt a very weak wave of magic power from the rushing water.He cast a few spells on the waterfall with a face as heavy as water, but the results of the spell detection told him that the waterfall in front of him had no danger or mechanism, it was just an ordinary waterfall.

He couldn't believe the results he got with the magic spell detection. How could the waterfall that Dumbledore put here as a barrier be ordinary?The weak magic power in the water proved this point even more, making him believe that Dumbledore had cast a deep spell on the waterfall that even he could hardly see the details.

Even with his arrogance, he has to admit that Dumbledore is indeed a very clever wizard, and magic is so profound, magical and endless, it is normal for Dumbledore to master a few spells that he does not know.If it was in his heyday, he would certainly be willing to study it carefully to decipher Dumbledore's moves, but now he doesn't have the thought and qualification at all...

Voldemort looked away thoughtfully, then looked at the seven bottles on the table, his face quickly became annoyed.Relying on his superb level of potion science, he naturally and easily distinguished the types of these potions.

Polyjuice Potion, FALSE written on the bottle.The color was a dull off-white, and he didn't know what person or part of a species was added to it, and he didn't know what it would turn into after drinking it.

A powerful love potion, the label on the bottle is "dependence".It looks charming pink, but no one knows what is added in it, and who will be madly infatuated with after drinking it.

The water of life and death, the label is "silence".A powerful sleeping pill.

Potion of Greater Confusion, labeled "Evasion".It will cause people to fall into hallucinations, and the body and mind will be thrown into chaos.

Explosive fluid, the label is "shattered".A potion with a powerful explosive effect, obviously not for drinking.

Veritaserum, labeled "real."A colorless potion that is as clear as water, causing the user to tell the truth for a period of time.

There was also a bottle of liquid that didn't appear to be a potion, it looked cloudy tan, and the label on the bottle read "Unknown".

Voldemort looked at the row of potions, his face darkened for the first time.This is definitely Dumbledore's handwriting, only Dumbledore would make such a mysterious and mischievous arrangement!
Want to ask him how he feels now?All he wanted was to catch Dumbledore and pour all the damned potions down his head!

At the same time, Owen watched the screen playfully, looking forward to what choice the Dark Lord would make.

In fact, the waterfall in this room is really just an ordinary waterfall. Owen added a little potion with magical fluctuations in the water, but it didn't have any magical effect.The most special thing about this waterfall is that it appears in such a level, the more suspicious people are, the more they will believe that it has powerful and terrifying magic power.

Of course, even if Voldemort saw through Owen's tricks, it didn't matter if he passed the waterfall directly. It wouldn't affect the overall situation, but Owen would have less fun.After all, the design of this level is entirely out of Owen's own evil taste, and the revenge psychology of being "forced" by Voldemort in the name of teaching during this period of time - he also wants to pour it back!
The sources of the potions on the table were complicated, and some of them were brewed by Owen in the process of pondering potions for a year. He has already mastered all the theoretical knowledge of the seventh grade, and he is capable of brewing some of them.Some were scavenged by Owen from home during the Christmas holidays, from his parents' study and laboratory, and some were obtained by Natasha for him.

Among them, the love potion will make the other party feel the taste of being infatuated with a certain house elf. Anyway, Owen can't get over this hurdle.Polyjuice Potion can make the human body feel like a house elf. Although Polyjuice Potion is dangerous and incomplete when changing non-human creatures, it can at least become half...

As for the last bottle of liquid with "unknown" written on it, it was a water solution of feces and eggs.If the other party dares to try, Irving will pay him high respect.

He looked at the image of Voldemort in the mirror with great interest and stood in front of the table for a while, pointed to his temple with a wand and said a few spells, then picked up the bottle of Veritaserum, took off the cork and sniffed it at the tip of his nose Sniff, drank it without hesitation, and strode across the waterfall.

"Oh, it's boring." Owen shook his head in disappointment.

Veritaserum is a fair-to-bad choice because it can be disabled by Occlumency and some enchantments.Although Owen prepared a large dose, Voldemort was not an ordinary wizard, so it might be impossible to influence him, but it would be good to let the opponent release more magic, increase the burden on the body, and make him weaker.

"It can be regarded as a small win, and it can be counted as interest." Owen turned to smile expectantly.

He adjusted the angle of the mirror in front of him again, and the mirror reflected the scene of the last room.It was a huge square room, the walls and ground were made of black stones, the light was dim, and in the center of the room stood a half-person-high stone platform with a bright red stone placed on it.

"The next step is the final link." Owen showed a faintly sly smile on his face.Thick black mist suddenly appeared in his deep black eyes, and then, the evil and ominous black mist quickly covered his whole body, and the black demon guard separated from him silently, as if the whole person was separated in an instant. for two.

"Go..." Owen murmured with a smile on his face, but infinite cold malice surged deep in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, and manipulated the Black Demon Guard to pass through the wall, fly out of the huge house, and fly into the gray sky, watching everything around him with the gray and distorted perspective of the Black Demon Guard.

The black square room is like a huge iron box, without air circulation, the air is extremely dull.The door on one side slid open, and a figure slowly walked in from outside the door.

Voldemort saw the Philosopher's Stone in the middle of the room with a single glance, greed and eager desire flashed in his eyes, but even though the target was within reach, he remained cautious.

He glanced around and the dark ceiling with a condensed expression, then turned into a black misty figure and flew up, lightly and quickly floated to the center of the room, and landed on the floor next to the stone platform where the Philosopher's Stone was.

There really didn't seem to be any mechanism in this room. The Philosopher's Stone was quietly placed there. Although it was wrapped in a red shell, there was no doubt that it was the real Philosopher's Stone.There is no protective magic around, and it seems that the previous waterfall is indeed the last level.

Considering how tricky those potions were, Voldemort wasn't too suspicious.Although those bottles of potions didn't pose much threat to him, if other wizards drank those potions, the journey of breaking through the level would probably come to an end.

"The Philosopher's Stone... finally..." He stared at the stone wrapped in a bright red shell, his expression excited and ecstatic.

He couldn't wait to reach out and grab the Sorcerer's Stone. When his fingertips touched the shell on the stone, the bright red shell suddenly shattered, and an orange flame ring exploded soundlessly, but it did not hurt To him every penny.

"Dumbledore, do you only have this little trick?" Voldemort sneered disdainfully, and then held the Philosopher's Stone tightly in his hand.

He clenched the stone in his hand, with an expression of ecstasy on his face, he could finally have his body again.But the ring of fire just now reminded him that Dumbledore would definitely tamper with the Sorcerer's Stone to sense his situation or track his location... So, before resurrecting, Dumbledore's tricks must be solved first.

He pointed his wand at the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand, no longer caring about his body's ability to bear it, and used the advanced spells he had mastered to detect and remove the spells cast by Dumbledore.

Owen had a panoramic view of this scene from another room, with a faint smile on his face all the time.When the figure in the mirror finally put down his wand and began to put away the Philosopher’s Stone, he looked down at the back of his left hand and said softly to himself, “As promised, I’ve helped you get the Philosopher’s Stone, dear professor .”

"Then..." Owen suddenly closed his eyes, silently adjusted his voice, and let his voice freeze on that of an adult male.He raised his wand, pointed to his throat, and muttered "Loud voice".

After doing all this, he didn't speak directly, but focused on the Black Demon Guard, preparing to make a sound through it.Although he had arranged some magic and traps to confuse the source of the sound in advance, he still didn't dare to bet on whether Voldemort could follow the sound to find the source of the sound. Facing the Dark Lord with too many unknown means, it would be good to do an extra layer of turnover of.

"Heh..." Owen's voice came from the dark guard, and then was spread in all directions by the spell that confused the source of the sound, reaching the black room where Voldemort was.

"Heh..." A deep and slightly hoarse male voice came from all directions of the room, with undisguised contempt and mockery, which made Voldemort, who was in ecstasy, sink his face instantly.

"I thought it was someone who came in first, but I didn't expect it to be you." The charming male voice said lazily.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, he stuffed the Philosopher's Stone into his pocket, and said coldly, "Aether Society?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have heard the name of our ether society? It's a great honor." The male voice said that he was honored, but his tone was completely opposite, always lazy and perfunctory, "Quirinas Qi Mr Lowe."

Voldemort's expression relaxed slightly, and then he heard the male voice continue: "Or should I call you... Tom Riddle?"

Voldemort's expression darkened instantly. He hated the name, and even more hated the person who called him by that name.But at the same time, he felt extremely dignified. How could the Aether Society find him on Quirrell?And not many people know his name, could it be a classmate of his at Hogwarts?
"Who the hell are you?" He asked indifferently, his cold eyes slowly sweeping across the huge room.He was looking for the source of the sound.

"I don't have much fame, I'm just the current president of the Ethereum Society, you can call me 'K'." The male voice seemed humble, but his tone was very casual, "Dear Tom, let's discuss, you will How about giving me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket? That way we don't have to fight, how wonderful."

"Do you think it's possible?" Voldemort taunted, with a terrifying murderous intent in his eyes, the other's teasing title and presumptuous attitude successfully made him murderous.

"Impossible...as if you can fight me." The male voice joked in a non-serious manner, "If it was your prime, I would naturally stay away from you, but how long can your current body last? How many spells should you cast? Seeing how weak you are, I can't help but sympathize with you."

This sentence really touched Voldemort's pain point. His physical condition has been getting worse and worse along the way. It is difficult for him to cast a few advanced spells, and he can't bear a high-intensity battle at all... He must fight quickly. Quick fix, just find the "K" position...

"Tsk tsk, meeting such a weak and pitiful you, even I can't help but want to bully you, haha..." The male voice was still chattering, seemingly happy to share his feelings, "Hey, don't use it secretly. Oh magic, or are you unable to bear the urge to engage in a fierce duel?"

Voldemort slightly lowered the wand in his hand, and walked slowly in this large room.He was happy that the other party wasted time rambling, but silently judged where "K" might be hiding.Since the other party can talk to him and see his actions, he should be in this room.

"Phantom spell? No. Illusion spell? It's not..." He silently did the elimination method, and at the same time worked hard on the source of the sound.

"K" kept saying some irritating words, which made Voldemort angry, but at the same time, he became more and more aware.The other party knew that he was in a weak state but still didn't dare to show up, because the other party was also afraid of himself and was looking for a chance to kill him!

After thinking of this, Voldemort became more defensive, alert to possible sneak attacks, which also prevented him from using some spells to probe around.He understands his state, he can't wait any longer, he can only decide the outcome with one blow, he wants to kill this damn guy!

"Well... that's the end of the story, dear Tom, you really don't want to give me the Philosopher's Stone?" K said in an aggrieved and dissatisfied tone, "I really don't like killing people, although killing you is enough I'll blow it all my life...hahaha..."

He suddenly laughed maniacally, as if he had fallen into a state of paranoia and madness, and there was a flaw in the control of his voice.

Voldemort looked suddenly at the wall opposite the entrance door, and he recognized the sound coming from there!
He flicked his hand without hesitation and shot a spell with a large coverage area. Countless blue needles densely covered half of the room, and shot towards the source of the sound with a "whoosh" sound.

slam-la-

Dense needles pierced in mid-air, and accompanied by a crackling sound, a mirror tilted at a 45-degree angle covering a small half of the room instantly shattered into countless pieces, falling from the sky like a rain curtain.Human figures and bizarre scenes are reflected in the shards of the mirror, like a weird and gorgeous kaleidoscope.

This mirror has always been in this room, but the mirror can reflect the scene on the ground, coupled with the dim light, people can't see it at all.Due to the 45-degree angle with the ground, the scope of the mirror image is limited, and Voldemort has never broken into the area that the mirror can reflect, so he has never found it.

At this time, with the shattering of the mirror, the part of the space covered by the mirror was finally revealed.

The hidden space behind the mirror was not too big, and there was only a one-meter-wide foothold on the empty ground.Only the wall that was covered by the mirror just now is a bit special. The huge eye emblem of the Ethereal Society is painted with white spray paint in the middle, and countless triangular pyramid-shaped grooves are densely arranged on the entire wall, one by one. The fist-sized neat grooves are arranged neatly and neatly, making this wall look gorgeous and complicated.

In front of this wall stood a figure in a black cloak, a broad hood covering his face.He seemed to be frozen in place, maybe he didn't expect to be caught through the trick in an instant, but he still suddenly raised the wand in his right hand.

"you……"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Before K could finish his sentence, Voldemort struck him with fury and swiftly, so swiftly that he didn't give K any chance.

The dazzling green light beam crossed a short distance in an instant, hitting the black-robed man hard, and the green light completely swallowed the figure.

Amidst Voldemort's stern laughter, the cross star in the pupil of the eye pattern on the special wall suddenly burst into dazzling white light, instantly lighting up the entire room, causing Voldemort to squint his eyes, unable to see for a while. anything.

He didn't see that the robe of the man in black who had been swallowed by the Killing Curse was pierced, revealing the delicate but fragile paper model inside.He didn't see that the killing spell hit the wall full of triangular pyramid-shaped grooves unabated after breaking through this layer of intangible obstacles, let alone seeing the killing spell on the wall. Bounced back, it returned menacingly to its looser the way it had come.

Voldemort had just recovered from the blindness caused by the strong light, when a green beam of light came oncoming.The bright and icy green light ruthlessly rushed into his arms, instantly depriving his body of all vitality.He could only watch helplessly as his body collapsed powerlessly, and the terrifying and icy breath of death attacked him again...

"No!"

A stream of black mist flew out from Death's body, and the top condensed into the shape of a black mist head, with a ferocious expression and an unwilling roar.

The remnant soul that lost his body again wandered in the air without any support, and the coldness and emptiness tormented him again.He looked at where K was. It was obvious that K had been hit by the Death Curse, but why did the curse bounce back?He couldn't figure it out.He passed through Quirrell's body in vain, the Philosopher's Stone was close at hand, the hope of resurrection was in sight, but now he was just a ghost who couldn't touch anything...

"Ha, thanks to Mr. Voldemort for performing a scene where I kill myself, it really opened my eyes." K came with a thick and joking voice, "A soul that can still exist in the world without a body is interesting. Which spell should I use to catch you and study it?"

Hearing K's words, Voldemort didn't have time to think about why K was not dead, and he didn't have time to think about where the other party was hiding.He quickly passed through the door and flew out of the room. He remembered that he still had hope, as long as he found that little wizard...

Owen watched the whole scene through the mirror, with a pleasant and playful smile on his face.

"The Killing Curse can bounce back, Professor, you told me that." He said with a low smile, "Corner reflector, understand?"

Corner reflectors, also known as radar reflectors, can reflect light incident on it from any direction to the original place.The entire wall is a huge corner reflector, and the reflection of the magic spell follows the law of light reflection. In theory, no matter where the wizard stands in the room and casts the magic spell on the wall at any angle, this The Dao spell will be reflected intact on the person who cast it.

Although the rebounded spell will have a certain deviation, as long as the size of the triangular pyramid-shaped groove is mastered, this deviation can be controlled within an appropriate range.In order to ensure that the wall would not be destroyed by Voldemort's spell, Owen deliberately chose stronger materials to cast the wall, and cast countless indestructible spells on it frantically...

"This is a victory for physics." Owen chuckled.Who made Voldemort, a fish who slipped through the nine-year compulsory education, not understand physics at all?

He laughed, his body suddenly fell back, and he fell straight on a raft.The mechanism connecting the raft was activated suddenly, and the slender rope pulled the raft and quickly entered the staff passage, carrying Owen's body through a long distance, and finally rushed out from a hidden exit, and landed lightly on the first floor. On the black lake water of Erguan.

Owen lay on his back on the raft and yawned, closed his eyes comfortably, and floated freely on the lake.

(End of this chapter)