A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 143 Dialogue and Engagement

Across the long black wooden table, the two looked at each other, and the chandelier on the ceiling cast a dim circle of light on the ground.

Sensing a wave of Legilimency, Owen skillfully used the Occlumency technique that he never relaxed to disguise his thoughts, showing cautious and curious thoughts.

"If you just want to joke with me, my time is limited, Ron Weasley." Owen put one hand on the table and paced leisurely along the edge of the long table.

"Weasley..." The boy standing on the other side of the long table smiled strangely, and repeated the name in a low voice, "Then, let me ask it in a different way. How did it come about?"

He looked at Owen with a smile, and suddenly raised his right hand.As if being pulled by an invisible rope, Owen raised his left arm, and a deep black symbol suddenly emerged from the back of his hand, like a strangely shaped "V" letter, accompanied by a subtle burning sensation.

Owen suddenly withdrew his arm, blocked the symbol on the back of his hand with his right hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.This is the imprint of the oath he was made by Voldemort last year. Although Voldemort said that this oath is easy to break, Owen tried to crack it in the space facing the wall, and he was tossed to death several times by the backlash of the oath...

This is how the trust between people is worn away. Voldemort cannot believe even a single punctuation mark... This oath spell has many advantages except that it is easy to be exploited because it needs to be activated by language.First of all, it is very concealable, it will make people make oaths unconsciously, and the binding force is not bad. Anyway, the torture of backlash is terrible.Most importantly, it is like being locked by a complex password lock, which is difficult to undo unilaterally.

Fortunately, this oath has basically no binding force on Owen.The one that helped Voldemort get the Sorcerer's Stone has been realized. As for the other party not keeping the Sorcerer's Stone later, it is none of Owen's business.The other two vows, one is not to reveal what happened last semester, and the other is to follow him after the other party is resurrected... Well, that's all for the future anyway.

Owen squinted at the guy standing across from him, not expecting him to detect the spell.Many thoughts flashed through his mind, he took a step back pretending to be panicked, reached into his pocket and grabbed his wand: "Why did you find it?"

"Could it be that you are... the Dark Lord?" He exclaimed in a playful exclamation, and tentatively asked, "You have come to Hogwarts again, professor?"

"Ron" pulled out a chair noncommittally, sat on the side of the long table, crossed his fingers and looked at Owen thoughtfully.After discovering Owen's unique imprint of oath magic, he thought that this little wizard had contacted the main soul outside the school, so he should know the whereabouts of the main soul, but he didn't expect that the main soul had sneaked into Hogwarts last year. Ci.Peter Pettigrew is such a waste, he didn't inquire about such an important matter.

However, the main body is in a weak state, and the matter of entering Hogwarts must be kept strictly confidential, and it is normal if it is not leaked out.He pondered and said, "Tell me what you know about the Aether Society."

"It's great to see you again, Professor." Owen bowed his body gracefully and said modestly with a smile.It seems that this guy came to Hogwarts really for the Sorcerer's Stone, because he didn't know that his main soul plotted for the Sorcerer's Stone last year and failed, so such a dramatic scene happened.

Owen organized his language, and said slowly: "Ethereum Society... This is a very mysterious organization, and it is also very good at hiding. During the summer vacation, I mobilized part of the family's power to track down this organization, but I didn't find any clues, as if They just popped out of nowhere."

"Last school year, they sneaked into the school through some means. On the one hand, they were plotting against the Sorcerer's Stone, and on the other hand, they were interested in Harry Potter, and attacked Harry when Dumbledore was not at school... I Felt like a hermit fanatic research organization."

"However, since that night when the Philosopher's Stone disappeared, members of the Aether Society have never appeared again, and even you, Professor, have left." Owen said ambiguously, with a perfect smile on his face.

"Professor, what happened that night?" He tilted his head curiously, "Did you track down the traces of the Aether Society when you came back here again? Could it be that they are still thinking about Harry Potter? "

"As far as I know, on the night the Philosopher's Stone was lost, you and Harry Potter broke through the mechanism of the Philosopher's Stone." "Ron" did not answer Owen's question, but looked at him indifferently and said.

"That's right." Owen nodded calmly, without the slightest sense of tension that the trick was about to be exposed. "That night, I first broke into the trapdoor where the Sorcerer's Stone is located with you. You know, I accidentally fell into a trap along the way. The organ, was stunned, and knew nothing about what happened afterwards."

"When I woke up, I found myself lying in the room of the second level. I didn't know how long I had been in a coma, and I couldn't find any trace of you, Professor. I was afraid of being discovered by other professors who might come, so I hurried away There." Owen stood aside modestly, and said unhurriedly, "I thought you were still under the trapdoor, but Harry and the others are planning to break through the trapdoor..."

"So, I volunteered to go in with them, until I came to the final level, but I didn't meet anyone along the way, whether it was you, the professor, or a member of the Ethernet Society..." He pursed his lips, "Later, we In the end the level got the Sorcerer's Stone, but I found out at a glance that it was fake... the next day, Harry found out that it was actually left by the Aether Society."

"So, Dumbledore and Harry agree that the Aether Society stole the Philosopher's Stone, and I think so too. Professor Quirrell and Professor you both left Hogwarts, and I thought you were the ones who went after the Aether Society guy..."

Owen deliberately confused the order in which he broke through the trapdoor twice, and cleverly picked out the doubts he had exposed.This is nothing more than a little time trick, but time is such a ubiquitous thing that it happens to be one of the things that people tend to ignore the most.Not to mention that Voldemort on the opposite side has not recovered all his memories, even if he has remembered everything that happened that night, Owen believes that there is a high probability that his rhetoric will not be debunked.

The source of information for Voldemort should be Peter Pettigrew, and Wormtail most likely overheard this incident from Hermione and Neville by accident. After all, it is difficult for people to guard against a mouse, but the two of them talk about it in private. How detailed it will be.Taking a step back, even if Peter Pettigrew knew everything that the study group experienced that night, he didn't know the actions of Owen and Voldemort at all, so naturally he wouldn't pay attention to and emphasize the time.

Sure enough, "Ron" sitting at the other end of the long table did not express any objection.He closed his eyes, tapped his fingers on the table, and said in a commanding tone: "Tell me about all your encounters with the Aether Society."

"I didn't hide any news about the Aether Society from you last school year..." Owen showed a hint of confusion and doubt at the right time, and whispered something in his mouth, and then he told Voldemort all the information he had told Voldemort last year.

"Harry Potter..." Hearing the name Owen mentioned, a greedy red light seemed to flash in the depths of "Ron"'s eyes, "I want to know everything you know about him."

"It's impossible for the Dark Lord not to know about this kind of thing! I told him everything!" The smile on Owen's face disappeared instantly, and he said with a gloomy face, "You lied to me, you are not the Dark Lord at all! Who the hell are you? Ron Weasley?"

He pulled out his wand in an instant, with an expression of shame and resentment after being deceived, and bottomless malice and murderous intent filled his dark eyes.

"I've never admitted that I'm the Dark Lord." "Ron" said calmly, squinting at the wand pointing at him.He won't admit it, because it might reveal the secret of his immortality.

This is also in Owen's script. The first act of smiling faces has ended, and the second act has just begun.It was rare that Voldemort swaggered to meet him alone, and Owen had to give him enough enthusiasm and respect.And it's all here, if he doesn't consume the vitality accumulated by the other party's hard work, is he still a person?

According to Tom in the diary, the soul fragments in the Horcrux possessing the remnant soul will consume vitality, and using the spell in this state will only consume more energy.Owen is happy to slow down the pace of the other party's recovery of memory.

He won't admit that he actually wanted to find a chance to vent his inner evil thoughts a long time ago. If the desire is suppressed for a long time, he will become abnormal. By the way, he also wants to test the depth of the other party.It's just that I don't know if the crown is worn by the other party?

"What is your purpose?" Owen stared at him with burning eyes, with a hint of madness in his eyes, "What are you trying to do by telling me?"

"To assist the Dark Lord to make a comeback, I think our goals are the same." "Ron" seemed very patient, but his eyes were condescending, "We are all loyal followers of the Dark Lord..."

"I don't like your eyes very much. I really want to gouge out your eyeballs, and then stomp them out..." Owen licked his lips, conscientiously establishing himself as a lunatic.Anyway, he has learned so much black magic at a young age, it is very reasonable to go crazy.

"A thousand blades!" he said, waving his wand unexpectedly.The bright silver blade pierced through the air, and cut the long table between the two into pieces, with traces of black magic corrosion on the cracks.

The figure of "Ron" disappeared in the same place in an instant, turned into a rapidly passing afterimage and appeared on the other side of the room, already holding a worn-out wand in his hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked grimly.

"Try your weight and see if you are worthy of being equal to me, and whether you are worthy enough for me to expose your deception just now." Owen showed a very bright smile, but his eyes were cold and joking, "I am a student of the Dark Lord, It's better not to embarrass him. Then why are you the Dark Lord's?"

Before he finished speaking, the wand in his hand waved again: "The thorns..."

"Ron" just waved his wand quickly with a look of impatience. The extremely fast spell-free casting instantly interrupted the spell that Owen hadn't finished chanting, causing the wand in his hand to crooked.

This kind of simple and rude interruption usually appears in a duel between two wizards whose strengths are too far apart, but instead of being discouraged, the smile on Owen's face deepened.Although the opponent's interruption just now revealed a superb level of spell-free casting, it also exposed his own shortcomings, that is, the weak level of magic power, which only made the wand in his hand slightly crooked.

Sure enough, Tom, a 12-year-old boy, did not lie to him. The magic power that the possessed Horcrux can exert is limited by the body. In other words, the opponent can only control the magic power of a [-]-year-old wizard now!

"Silent spells, it's not like I can't cast..." Owen moved sensitively to avoid a white light emitted by the other party, and with a smile, he lightly tapped the wand in the air in his hand, and responded with a silent version of "Assembly".

The sudden suction on his side caused "Ron" to involuntarily tilt his body. He stumbled and moved a few steps, and an illusory silver-white shield-shaped phantom condensed in front of him, helping him resist the powerful suction. pulling force.

Owen took the opportunity to raise his wand high, and the purple Fiendfire surged out from the tip of the wand, turning into a huge flame monster and pounced towards the opponent.The flame monster's eyes flashed with vicious and greedy eyes, and it regarded the opponent as fat food.

"Ron" snorted lightly, and just waved his wand straight down, a thick black mist gushed out, turning into several giant black mist snakes writhing around their bodies, enveloping Fiendfire monsters and fighting each other.There is no fuel around for Fiendfire to grow stronger, and the initial state of Fiendfire is not difficult to deal with.

"Crucio!" Owen took the opportunity to say coldly to "Ron", and a beam of red light passed straight through the small silver-white shield in front of the opponent.The Cruciatus Curse cannot be blocked by ordinary defensive spells, and in Owen's opinion it is a very useful control spell.

"Ron" could only dodge quickly again, turning into a dark afterimage.When he appeared on the other side, his face became even paler and sicker. Obviously, this spell was not something he could easily control in his current state.

The disarming spell that Owen released silently followed, and he flicked it aside with a wave of his wand, hitting the wall with red sparks like fireworks.

Feeling the rapid consumption of the absorbed vitality, "Ron" swung his wand angrily and anxiously, interrupting Owen's next spell. He didn't intend to delay the time to play with the other party.A series of blue-black light bullets shot towards Owen, and the sound of "swish" cutting through the air was like a rattlesnake shaking its tail.

There was no time to chant the mantra, Owen swooped down to the right side, and at the same time he aroused the black demon guards. A thick icy black mist emerged from his body, as if his whole body was split in two in an instant.The ominous shadow lightly and nimbly rushed towards "Ron" who was about to continue casting spells. At the same time, those light bullets turned a strange trajectory in the air and continued to rush towards Owen.

"All curses end!" Owen's wand slanted across his side, and a golden wall of light appeared out of thin air. The bright light brightened the whole room for a moment.The light wall silently but unswervingly surrounded the light bombs, causing them to explode into balls of sparkling fireworks.

The black devil guard stopped in front of "Ron". The half-hidden playful smile under the top hat looked strange and evil, and the surrounding ground and walls were covered with white frost.It suddenly opened its wide cloak, like spreading the wings of a bat, piercing through the defensive barrier in front of the opponent, ready to give the opponent a warm hug.

"Have you completed this magic?" "Ron" hurriedly stepped aside, his face becoming ugly.The current level of magic power in his body made him unable to deal with the black shadow in front of him. He knew some magic spells to deal with, but he couldn't use them at present.He had no choice but to back up while waving his wand up and down, using invisible force to slow down the movement of the black magic guard.

"Of course, this is what the Dark Lord taught me, and it's also the first black art I learned." Owen pointed his wand at him and smiled happily.

"Ron" frowned, cast the fast-moving magic again, and came near Owen with a pale face.Owen, who had been on guard for a long time, cast a silent fear spell, hitting the opponent's face that had just moved over.

"Ron" suddenly looked ferocious, with a strange red light shining in his eyes.After being stunned for a moment, he came back to his senses and stared at Owen who was hurriedly retreating with an angry expression.But the "Darkest Realm" that Owen read has swept in, and the thick darkness that can't be seen beyond the reach of the fingers has flooded everything in the room, while the gloomy chill of the Black Demon Guard is still relentlessly approaching.

The darkness only lasted for a second before being dispelled. "Ron" changed his position again, his red eyes were full of murderous intent.He planned to let this little wizard who knew no good or bad realize the reality regardless of his body's life and death.

At this time, Owen suddenly stopped the Dark Lord in mid-air, and said proudly: "I can see your reality, Weasley. I admit that you are very strong, but I am the most useful to the Dark Lord." People!" He assumed a fanatical posture like a fanatic, which made "Ron" stop.

He narrowed his eyes cruelly. If it was in the past, he would definitely not give up.But he is in a very bad state now, and he doesn't want to continue wasting his vitality needlessly.The most important thing is, since this little wizard has learned how to guard the black demon, why doesn't the main soul possess him?Is there any more important plan?Not wanting to fail the main soul's plan, he could only put down his wand with a gloomy face.

"Very well, you impress me, Owen Shafik..." he said very softly.Just after suffering a small loss, the war ceased, which made him feel like he was being bullied by a brat but couldn't fight back... When did he get angry like this?I really want to put a few Cruciatus.

"So, tell me where the Dark Lord is?" Owen raised his chin in Draco's image.Seeing the end of the picture, the plot has reached the third act, the stage of hiding a knife in a smile.

"I want to know too." "Ron" said lightly, his face as pale as winter snowflakes, "This was originally the main purpose of my coming to you today."

"That's a pity, don't let me know that you are hiding me on purpose." Owen warned, "But no matter what, I must be the one who finally finds the Dark Lord and makes him come back!"

"I'm waiting for that day." "Ron" said without any ups and downs.

"Hmph, don't imagine that I will cooperate with you." Owen turned and walked towards the exit, "I won't trust a guy who is trying to deceive me." in the body.

"I want to know about Harry Potter," said the other party.

"Please complete the homework independently, Mr. Weasley." Owen turned his head and smiled before going out, "I will dedicate Harry Potter to the Dark Lord when he needs it, and I don't need your help."

He closed the door with a "bang", then turned quickly around the corner at the end of the corridor, chanting the Disillusionment Charm, the Silent Silence Curse, and the Breath-Blanking Charm to himself, hiding behind a curtain and watching the Room of Requirement from a distance. direction.

(End of this chapter)