A broken Hogwarts

"Shut up! The person most loyal to my master is me! Only me!"

After hearing Owen's teasing words, Bellatrix screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

She pointed her wand at Owen from afar, her curly hair hanging messily in front of her forehead, and her bright eyes from between her hair were full of annoyance and unkindness: "Don't think of irritating me in this way, Shafiq, you want to Want to vent your anger on behalf of the wronged baby Potter?"

"Did you recognize me through Nyx? It seems that you investigated the people around Harry very carefully. You even know everything about the body swap incident that happened in Hogwarts." Owen said casually. He raised his left arm and let Nyx rest on it. The smile on his face was lazy and playful, "Okay, let me put it another way. I am the Dark Lord's favorite and respected student."

He raised his eyebrows mischievously and grinned triumphantly at Bellatrix, carrying a young man's unique vitality and fearless energy.

Seeing Bellatrix's face getting darker and darker, Owen moved his steps slightly vigilantly while performing his performance with all his heart. He is now using Harry's body and wand, and his combat power has declined seriously, and he is not sure of being able to defeat the opponent. In this case, let's find another way.

"I'm afraid you don't know, Bellatrix. The Dark Lord possessed the then Defense Against the Dark Arts professor the year before last and infiltrated Hogwarts." Owen said softly, his voice soft and caring. , as if singing in a low voice, "Since then, I have been working for the Dark Lord. He also taught me a lot of powerful magic..."

"Did you see it? It's beautiful, isn't it?" Owen turned his head slightly, glanced at the dark guard flying lightly beside him, and looked at Bellatrix again with a smile, his emerald green eyes filled with Ominous black fog. There was a hint of provocation in his tone: "The Dark Lord taught me this step by step. Can you do it?"

Bellatrix's expression became even more terrifying, and the hand holding the wand shook imperceptibly.

"In addition, I also learned the Dark Lord's original flying magic." The smile on Owen's face deepened, with a distinct but not annoying sense of pride, "It's a pity that this body can't use……"

He sighed with regret, as the black magic transformation of the flying spell was applied to the body: "The Dark Lord said that he once rewarded this flying spell to several followers who have made meritorious services... …”

Owen stared at Bellatrix and continued to speak heartbreakingly: "Since you claim to be the most loyal follower of the Dark Lord, you must have also learned this magic?"

Bellatrix glared at him with a look of grim horror. Yes, she did receive a reward, but she failed to learn this extremely advanced and dangerous spell.

"By the way! I remember the Dark Lord said that only Professor Snape had learned this magic before." Owen looked like he had just remembered, and his expression became meaningful, "I think, compared to you, Dark The Demon King would be more willing to favor and value those young and talented wizards, right?"

"Heart-breaking!" A beam of red light flashed past, and Owen jumped to the side as quickly as an agile ocelot, avoiding the sudden attack.

Bellatrix, who had just released the Cruciatus Curse, was panting and her eyes were red. She was already irritable and irritable but was pushed to the limit by Owen.

"Are you angry now?" Irving did not fight back, maintaining a perfect smile on his face, with more pity in his eyes, "Or are you unwilling to admit your own mediocrity and incompetence?"

"Shut up!" Bellatrix shouted hoarsely, and another dazzling flash of light flew towards Owen.

Owen waved his wand almost at the same time, and the two beams of light collided with each other in mid-air, and then both annihilated into tiny sparks, like a dazzling firework exploding.

"You won't understand how many years I have followed the Dark Lord and how many things I have done for him. He has taught me many magics and regards me as his right-hand man!" Bellatrix shouted sharply, " I am willing to give everything for the Dark Lord! He will soon see clearly that I am the most worthy of his trust, and you are just a bunch of damn betrayers! Despicable and shameless worms!"

Owen smiled secretly in his mind. Although the other party's words were still angry and cold, he could still keenly hear the softening attitude implicit in them, which showed that she subconsciously began to believe Owen's words.

After realizing that it would be difficult to deal with Bellatrix this time, Owen decided to do the next best thing and chose to reveal his identity to gain the other party's trust. If he can achieve a "harmonious and friendly" cooperative relationship with the other party, he will be completely in control.

But this also requires appropriate methods. Facing a moody, irritable and paranoid mad woman, Owen must not put himself in a weak position to blindly prove himself, otherwise the other party will only take advantage of it. At that time, what happened to Peter Pettigrew will serve as a warning.

Irving must use a strong and equal stance to make the other party look at him. Only strength will arouse fear, and fear will be taken seriously, so that Bellatrix will face his words. And some of the information he revealed in his words was enough to illustrate his unusual relationship with the Dark Lord, and that was enough.

"Why do you say that I betrayed the Dark Lord?" Owen said lazily with various thoughts running through his mind.

"Why did you know that the Dark Lord was still alive, yet you didn't go looking for him!" Bellatrix yelled viciously, "Why did you stay by Harry Potter's side, but didn't kill him!"

"First, the reason why I don't go to find the Dark Lord is because I haven't found out about his whereabouts yet." Owen said slowly, showing great restraint and grace. "Second, the reason why I don't kill Harry Potter is because The Dark Lord wants to deal with him personally. I am ready to sacrifice Harry to the Dark Lord at any time."

"They are all excuses, Shafik!" Bellatrix said hoarsely, "If you really want to ask Potter about the whereabouts of the Dark Lord, it won't take so long..."

"Ah, you mean, let me use some special tricks?" Owen looked at her seriously and shook his head in amusement, "Are you kidding? Don't you know how many people are staring at Harry? Once I tampered with him, and the next moment I would lose everyone's trust, be investigated, and be fired."

"You just don't want to take any risks, and you don't want to pay any price for the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix said, with a hint of pride on her expression.

"Yes, you have paid a lot for the Dark Lord and spent more than ten years in Azkaban for him." Owen said with a half-smile, "Although this is of no use to the Dark Lord, it is enough to make you feel better." It will touch you forever. Well, maybe when the Dark Lord returns, he will be willing to listen to you recalling your tragic life in Azkaban over and over again?"

A flush of anger and embarrassment appeared on Bellatrix's pale face, and her whole body trembled with anger.

"What's more, it's been so long since you escaped from Azkaban, and I haven't seen you make any progress." Owen continued to make sarcastic remarks.

"If you weren't in the way today -" Bellatrix's nostrils twitched.

"This situation is beyond my control. I can't just stay there without resisting and let you torture me, right?" Owen waved his hand impatiently, "And I don't know if I am killed by you in this state. Will it be Harry or me who dies?"

"Actually, I'm quite surprised. I thought you would adopt a more radical and efficient approach." He tilted his head and said, "I didn't expect you to turn into a coward."

"This is just necessary caution. I am not an idiot. I want to remain useful to welcome the return of the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix's eyes burst out with a fanatical light, as if she wanted to destroy everything in sight. Burned to ashes, "The only one he can rely on now is me!"

Owen showed a perfunctory expression of "whatever you say is fine" and said sarcastically: "Is this the reason why you attacked the Hogwarts Express like a madman? Do you know how many people this will offend?"

"It's just a bunch of mudbloods, wallflowers and traitors. When the Dark Lord comes back, nothing will be a problem." "But do you know how many potential enemies this will create for the Dark Lord? Do you think you can make decisions for the Dark Lord?" Owen The smile on his face was bright and strange, "If the Dark Lord comes back and finds that you have made everyone his enemy and made him a loner, what do you think he will do to you?"

Bellatrix's pupils shrank, and a look of fear and panic appeared on her face, but it was fleeting.

"That's enough!" she shouted suddenly. At the same time, a series of rumbling explosions came from the secret passage leading to Hogwarts, which seemed to have collapsed for a long time.

Bellatrix glanced in the direction of the smoke-filled secret passage, her expression a little more irritable, and said to Owen in a strong tone that could not be refused: "Bring me Harry Potter!"

Owen frowned: "I've already told you, I will find out where the Dark Lord is from Harry, and I will be ready to sacrifice him to the Dark Lord at any time. I can tell this news after I find out the whereabouts of the Dark Lord. Tell you, but for me to hand Harry over to you, it’s impossible!”

"You are disloyal to the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix screamed. There were roars coming from the secret passage, and someone was violently digging the collapsed tunnel.

"This is not a matter of loyalty or disloyalty, I am maximizing my interests!" Owen gritted his teeth. He just said so many words, but this guy has all gone in one ear and out the other?

"Then you come with me!" Bellatrix waved her wand angrily, shooting gleaming silver ropes at Owen.

Owen moved his wand horizontally, and the ropes were cut into more than a dozen pieces. He was really impatient: "If you are still conscious, you should understand that today should end here! The professors have discovered that Harry is missing, and your body with Harry cannot support me and him. The moment it comes back!”

"Then you die!" With a cruel and crazy look on her face, Bellatrix suddenly waved her wand forward, "Avada Kedavra!"

Nyx grabbed Owen's shoulders and disappeared in a wisp of black flames, reappearing in another part of the room. Owen directed the Dark Demon Guard to attack Bellatrix. He already laughed angrily: "You really don't understand human speech."

No matter how superb his acting skills and eloquent his words are, Owen can't do anything when faced with someone who is determined to "not listen or listen".

"It seems we have to change a plan." He thought expressionlessly, and suddenly cast several silent barrier spells on the open space beside Bellatrix.

Then he pointed his wand at the other party and whispered: "Collapse!"

The red beam passed through the iron armor spell held up by the opponent without any pause, and hit her chest straight. Bellatrix's eyes widened and she rolled violently towards the ground. Wisps of turbid mist emerged, obscuring her figure.

"It was you! It was you who was in the way that night!" Her furious voice came from the clouds, filled with hysterical hatred, "You are lying to me again! Traitor! Scum! Scum!"

Listening to the other party yelling curses, Owen shot a Cruciatus Curse in the direction of the sound without changing his expression. The rumble coming from the secret passage was getting closer and closer.

The battle entered the most intense stage in an instant. The two of them kept changing their positions under the cover of thick fog. The whooshing spells crisscrossed the air, colliding with each other from time to time, and sparks exploded.

Bellatrix was not easy to deal with at all, but the mist and smoke all around created favorable conditions for Owen. He used the vision of the Dark Devil Guard to control it to stalk Bellatrix between the walls and ceilings of the house, leaving the opponent helpless and forced to devote part of his energy to vigilance and avoidance, thus reducing the frequency of attacks. Much slower.

Owen carried out the layout calmly and coldly, turning a blind eye to the spells that occasionally rubbed his cheeks. While he nimbly dodged the magic spells at tricky angles, the debris around him could become his shield. The sharp debris and fire that were exploded were all blocked by the iron armor spell, and he waved the wand in his hand. There was a whooshing sound, and magic spells poured out in a flowing manner, and the brilliant flashes of various colors seemed to be intertwined into a dragnet.

In this situation, Bellatrix still dealt with it with ease, but the people in the secret passage were almost there. She glared hatefully in the direction of Owen, as if she wanted to engrav what he had done today deeply in her heart, and then wanted to retreat.

Seeing that she briefly stopped her offensive, Owen saw the opportunity and fired a powerful crushing spell, shattering the defense of the opponent's armor spell in front of him. He watched the other party trying to apparate away, with a dangerous smile on his face, and suddenly raised the wand in his hand: "Avada Kedavra!"

The dazzling green beam of electricity shot towards her. Bellatrix cursed and quickly gave up the action of casting the spell. She moved to the side with great skill, and at the same time avoided the attack of the Dark Demon Guard. But she had been completely forced by perfectly calculated spells to enter the position where Owen had previously cast the obstacle spell.

As if she had fallen into layers of spider webs, her movements became difficult. Owen's next spell followed, the spellless spell being released much faster.

The bright white blade cut past, and although Bellatrix tried her best to avoid most of it, her left arm was still cut with deep bloody gashes. Thick blood flowed out from the wound, dripping onto the dusty and dirty floor.

Bellatrix licked the blood on her left hand with red eyes, her expression becoming more and more crazy and excited. She laughed wildly, waved her wand carelessly, and shouted, "Thunderbolt explosion!"

A huge fireball landed in the middle of the dark room, and then exploded. The fireball split into dozens of smaller fireballs in a deafening explosion, bouncing everywhere and violently exploding everything they touched.

The soaring flames opened the boarded-up doors and windows, collapsed the ceiling above their heads, and sent the high roofs flying into the billowing dark clouds. The entire world seemed to be illuminated for a moment.

The Screaming Shack exploded with a "boom" like a flower, leaving a small mushroom cloud under the gloomy sky. There were screams from far away in Hogsmeade, and the black shadows of dementors were rushing towards this direction in the dark clouds brewing the storm.

Owen carried the unconscious Blaise and huddled in the entrance of the secret passage, placing several iron armor spells in front of him. The flames and shock waves caused by the explosion were firmly blocked outside, and the air was heated to a boil.

After the explosion subsided, he emerged from the secret passage and discovered that the Shrieking Shack had been blown to the ground, leaving a huge blackened circular crater on the floor at the center of the explosion.

Bellatrix was gone, having apparently disapparated during the explosion.

"What a... madman." Owen shook his head, touched Blaise's carotid artery, made sure that the guy was not dead yet, and then dropped him at his feet, then waved his wand gently.

A ball of red blood slowly emerged with the waving of the tip of the wand, and landed in a crystal clear crystal bottle conjured by Owen. This was the blood of Bellatrix that he had collected before the explosion.

"Well, blood, this is a very important medium." Owen raised the corner of his mouth, "But you have to use it quickly. Dark wizards will never lack ways to invalidate their own blood..."

Hearing a rush of footsteps coming from the secret passage, more dementors also gathered over. He blinked his eyes, stuffed the crystal bottle containing blood into his pocket, and raised his hand to straighten his hair. hair.

When Harry and the others finally got out of the secret passage, what they saw was Owen standing in the ruins with his body spotless. (End of chapter)