A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Invisible confrontation

"Are you implying that I will kill you?" Looking at Owen's smiling expression, "Qiro" 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 inform you. Of course, I think the professor did not choose to kill you just now. I must have your own considerations..."

The more calm you show, the more attention you will receive from the other party, and the more submissive you are to make concessions and beg for approval, the more you will be despised and threatened.Owen knows how to control people's hearts.

Owen must deal with this verbal confrontation carefully, because judging from the unheard of magic shown by "Quirrell" before, even if the other party absolutely does not want to kill a student to attract Dumbledore's attention, I am afraid that some of them are A way to make his life worse than death.But as a pure-blood wizard with extraordinary background and a natural follower team of the Dark Lord, Owen's identity will be more valued, which gives him room to maneuver.

Of course, the most important thing Owen needs to pay attention to now is not to diverge his thinking indiscriminately, follow his own instinct and habits to guide the topic, and avoid touching the other person's eyes, so as not to be noticed by possible Legilimency.

"Why didn't you tell me?" "Quirrell" asked playfully.

"Of course it's because my wealth and life are still in your hands, Professor." Owen grinned, speaking the truth sincerely.

At this time, it seems that the attitude of the other party has softened, but in fact this is the most dangerous time.If Owen is clever at this time and tells a lie like "I am willing to help you", it will only increase the vigilance and killing intent in the other party's heart, and completely collapse the situation.Sometimes, telling the truth is the best trick, a deception that targets people's hearts.

After listening to Owen's answer, "Quirrell" nodded slightly, raised his wand a little, and the rainwater that slapped Owen's body mercilessly was blocked by an invisible barrier, but his body was still wet and muddy, and he was in a mess.

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

Owen's attitude gave "Quirrell" a sense of confusion that he didn't know whether he was relaxed because he finally didn't have to get in the rain, or because his attitude softened.This made "Qiluo" a little interested, but he was not very vigilant, because he thought he had controlled everything about Owen, and the little wizard in front of him could not resist him anyway, let alone threaten him.

"I didn't kill you, not because I couldn't kill you. Then, what do you want to exchange for your life?" He said loftily, with a cold and joking tone.Then, he waved his hand, signaling Owen to follow him.

It was time to throw the chips, and sadly, in front of the Dark Lord, Owen's chips were pitifully small.But fortunately, the current Dark Lord is weak and helpless, so Owen has the qualifications to negotiate with him.

"No matter what your needs are, 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 Inherit the confidence of an ancient family.Although he doesn't know the identity of the person in front of him now, his background 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, the only heir of this generation. I can use the human, material and financial resources of the family to a certain extent, Provide you with more convenience."

Glancing at the two wands in the hands of "Qi Luo", the glass bottle that collected the unicorn's blood has been put away, and Owen continued:

"I don't believe the rumors that you are a vampire at all. I think that the purpose of collecting unicorn blood is to heal someone's wounds or extend life. Although its effect is very powerful, if the unicorn is not completely voluntary Donated blood, those who use it will also suffer a terrible curse. I think the professor should be very clear to you."

"What the Shafik family lacks most is potions. Even though I can't mobilize all potion resources at will, there is absolutely 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?" "Quirrell" said lazily, and the branches and bushes in front of him swayed and separated automatically, as if welcoming him to pass.

"I care more about myself now." Owen shook his head with a smile, and then his expression became colder, "Although unicorns are beautiful and pure creatures, in my opinion, killing them by wizards is not the same as killing deer in the jungle. It makes no difference, and the hunter doesn't care how innocent and cute the fawn is..."

"As long as it is profitable, there will never be a lack of killing." Owen lowered his eyes slightly.Of course, if the prey has the intelligence and kindness and docile character comparable to human beings, that would be another concept, but obviously this need not be said on this occasion.

Considering from the perspective of the other party, using empathy to understand and agree with the other party's behavior is an important step to ensure the smooth progress of the topic!
"Qiro"'s pale fingers slowly stroked the wand in his hand, and his tone was dangerously seductive: "Then, do you know what I collect unicorn blood for?"

"You don't need to tell me." Owen said with a vigilant look, "You just need to use me." He said so, but he didn't hide his inner curiosity.

Although the more you know, the harder it is to get out, but letting the other party take the initiative to pull you into the thief's boat is the best way for Owen to ensure his own safety.As long as the other party said it, it seemed that Owen was forced into a difficult situation, but in fact, subconsciously, the two of them had already tacitly agreed that they would become "one of their own", so they gave up more means of attack and control. Unconscious concession!

"I need the elixir of life." Under Owen's vigilant but curious eyes, "Quirrell" chuckled.

"The elixir of life... Do you have the Philosopher's Stone?" Owen looked at him in amazement and longing for a moment, "I have learned about the elixir of life in the book at home, and it does not need the blood of a unicorn to refine it. If the professor Have you seen this description in any pirated book, it is best to find out that pirate and kill him..."

"I don't have the Philosopher's Stone, but I'm about to get it." "Quirrell" sneered, "Of course the elixir of life doesn't need unicorn blood, but after adding this blood, it can bring a remnant soul back to life." Possess a perfect body."

"Let a remnant soul regain its body..." Owen chewed on these words, and he became more and more convinced that Quirrell was possessed by some ghost.He searched for all kinds of magical creatures that might cause this situation in his mind, and at the same time whispered: "So, the Sorcerer's Stone is in Hogwarts? Otherwise, you don't need to sneak in here."

He took a deep breath and continued to increase his chips: "Since this is the case, as a first-year student, I am not easy to attract the attention and suspicion of the professors, so I can be a good helper for you. And my natural talent can make me After learning to control it, to better hide one's 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."

The tone of "Qi Luo" became cold again in an instant: "You are very smart and know the current affairs, but it is not a good thing to pretend to be smart."

Owen's heart was slightly relaxed, which meant that it was coming soon.A perfect smile appeared on his face again: "Of course, you can also cast a forgetting spell on me. I won't remember anything, and naturally it 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, "Well, I admit that there is a high probability that I can resist the Forgetting Curse, and then I will choose to pretend that I don't remember anything..."

At the end of a negotiation where there is a clear gap in status with the negotiating 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 bit of sweetness, so that the other party has the illusion that you are in control from the beginning to the end.Let him think that you have been cornered and give up everything, but in fact, what you pay is only 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 hopeless expression, "Quirrell" warned coldly, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said slowly in a hoarse tone: "I really need you , but not just for the Sorcerer's Stone..."

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

This is an invisible but deeply dangerous confrontation. Fortunately, Owen has always firmly controlled the rhythm of the topic and controlled the actual dominance. The current result is deliberately guided by him.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 half-blood wizard here tonight, the other party will definitely not be so easy to talk to.

At this time, the two looked at the jungle on the left at the same time, and a deep and thick shout pierced through the rain: "Who's there?"

"Quirrell" grabbed Owen's shoulders, and his body flew into the air lightly.Owen only felt that the surrounding tree trunks were retreating rapidly, and the raindrops slanted on the invisible barrier around him. In just a short moment, the surrounding trees became thinner.

Quirrell suddenly fell from mid-air, knelt down in the muddy water, panting and choking, his already pale face was even more terrifying death gray.Owen staggered and stood firm, looking thoughtful.

"Come back with me!" Quirrell stood up staggeringly, pulled his arm roughly and walked out of the Forbidden Forest.

(End of this chapter)