A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 79 Plans and Accidents

After making full mental preparations, Owen regained his usual calmness, began to inquire about Voldemort's plan tactfully, and decided to use his ingenuity to help him perfect the plan.

"Professor, are we going to start with these?" Owen pointed to a booth around him.The old hag sitting behind the booth raised her head tremblingly, and showed him a sinister smile, full of black teeth.

"The most precious things in the black market are not here. They are all stored in the deepest tent, under the joint care of several small organizations." Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood, and he was still thinking about explaining to Owen, " Our goal is there."

"Small organization?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Professor, you should be talking about the most prosperous black wizard organizations in the country..."

"In the sky? Ha ha..." Voldemort said sarcastically, "It's just a small gang that is fleeting. When I patronized the black market, they were not in charge of it."

"The professor used to come here often?" Owen couldn't help but mourn for those dark wizard organizations for a second.

Voldemort chuckled: "I didn't come here often after that, because I incorporated those small organizations and made this place mine."

Ah, what kind of inspirational drama is this in which a man from a humble background becomes a winner in life through struggle and counterattack... Owen complained in his heart.

A tall black tent could already be seen from a distance, and a steady stream of people came in and out at the door, and there were two guards standing outside the tent, waving their magic wands fiercely at the people passing by.

At this time, Voldemort told Owen in a very soft voice what he needed to do.His voice was very small, but it could reach Owen's ears clearly, without attracting the attention of the surrounding pedestrians.

"Next, I will help you become invisible. You just need to follow the guidance of my spell to find a few people, secretly recite the Imperius Curse on them, and order them to read the password at the same time after 10 minutes." He said lightly , there is no intention to explain his own plan at all.

"Uh, can I trouble you to tell me about your plan?" Owen said seriously, "I think that no matter how strict and perfect the plan is, there will be the possibility of accidents. In order to ensure that the action will not fall short because of a small matter , I think I'd better understand the specific plan..."

"Well, I don't want to disappoint your expectations." He said something against his will with great pain.

Voldemort was silent for a moment, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it was depressing.After a long time, he suddenly chuckled and said, "It's okay to tell you. Don't let me down, Owen."

"I have always had confidence in my ability to execute and adapt to changing situations." Owen said with a smile full of eight teeth.

Voldemort said slowly: "In order to deal with a possible surprise attack by Aurors and to make it easier to escape with precious goods at any time, the black market tent has a very unique and convenient emergency mechanism, which can expel everyone inside in a very short period of time. And shrinks into a portable case. That's something we can take advantage of."

"The password to activate emergency measures is usually held by three people from different wizarding organizations. They will hide in the tent, and outsiders will not know who has the password. Only when danger strikes, they will read the secret language at the same time , and Apparate away with the tent."

"It just so happens that I have developed a small spell that can be used to find these people. Of course, there are often means to detect magic fluctuations in the tent. Once a guest casts magic in the tent, he will be locked by the guards immediately... …So, I need a helper."

"I will first destroy the small means of monitoring magic fluctuations. This will cause a certain amount of vigilance, but it can also buy a period of time. Next, I will work with you to find the three people scattered around the tent, and control them individually. good."

Voldemort slowly explained his plan. He must have been very proficient in this kind of thing, and the plan was very thoughtful.

"Do you have any questions?" he said indifferently.

"No problem, Professor." Owen shook his head.

Voldemort stretched out his pale fingers, and tapped the surroundings twice, and without a sound, the figures of the two disappeared out of thin air.

Owen glanced at his body and found that he had become completely transparent.At the same time, three thin silver lines stretched into the tent in front like a spider's thread, one leading to the front, two pointing straight to the right side of the tent, and one of them was still moving direction.

"Oh, after all these years, they still don't remember to improve this mechanism." Voldemort's small voice came jokingly, "You go to the right."

Owen curled his lips, took his wand in his hand, carefully avoided the passing crowd, and followed a guy with a strange smell into the tent.

The space inside the tent is much larger than it looks from the outside. In front of you is a corridor with two forked roads. There are shops on both sides. Rows of shelves in the shops can be seen through the dirty windows.

Owen followed the silver line leading to the right into the fork, and walked quickly along the dark passage.With the guidance of the silver thread, he only needs to avoid the crowd and move towards the goal.

"Wow, it really is too easy for a magic master to rob a black market or Gringotts." He was slightly speechless.A guy in a black cloak beside him suddenly sniffed his nose fiercely in his direction, with a whining sound in his throat, as if he was a hungry vampire, keenly smelling Owen's scent.

Owen quickly walked past a tall wizard, and the vampire who was chasing him, sniffing his nose, bumped into him and was kicked to the ground severely.The pedestrians around were not surprised, they just lowered their heads and walked faster.

Just turning another corner, Owen met his target unexpectedly, and the silver line was connected to a figure in front of him who was looking at the products in the window.Owen quickly glanced around, and it was no surprise that he saw two people looking around vigilantly not far from the man, who should be his guards.

Next, Owen leisurely followed behind this person, waiting for Voldemort to settle it.

After less than 2 minutes, Owen noticed a slight commotion around him.His target almost jumped up in alarm, and the two guards were also rushing through the crowd to squeeze over.

Owen pointed his wand at the target in front of him, and said softly: "The soul is out of the body."

The presence of the Dark Guardian strengthened his inner emotions, and the spell was cast with ease.He only felt a tingling warm current rushing from his mind, this feeling was connected to the wand along his arm, and also connected to the other party's thoughts.

The figure in front of him paused for a moment, and continued to approach his guard in a panic, without looking unusual at all.

Owen watched the silver thread connected to the person in front of him break apart, chuckled and pulled down the hood on his head, and continued to follow the direction guided by another silver thread.

When he evaded the heavily guarded guards and finally made it outside the store where the silver wire connected, he found that another silver wire had also burst.

"It seems that this is the only thing left..." Owen slipped into the store from among the guards in front of the door, and walked quickly between the rows of black shelves with boxes of various colors.

He came to the deepest part of the store and saw the silver wire stretching straight into a room in front.Painful and tragic screams could be heard faintly from the closed door, as if leading to hell.

While a man in black robe opened the door and walked in, Owen also dodged to follow in, and found that there were also rows of shelves here.It's just that the items placed on it are even more creepy.

There are jars on the thick shelves, and inside the slightly cloudy water are beating hearts, slightly wriggling brains, eyeballs floating up and down, and even the heads of dead people, the corpses of babies, and withered limbs.

Several customers are slowly looking at the products on the shelves, and commenting on them from time to time.

Owen frowned and looked at these goods, and saw that the label under them said what creature they came from.For example, some common or rare magical animals, such as werewolves and vampires, or goblins or even humans... It is hard to imagine how many creatures they have killed.

The wailing scream from the depths of the shelf was even more miserable, it was a shrill female voice.Owen followed the silver line to the depths of the shelf, and saw a group of men in black robes standing or sitting around the open space between the shelves, smiling and torturing a woman with spells.

The red-haired woman collapsed on the ground screamed inhumanely, her blood-stained face was covered with scars, and she couldn't see her face clearly, only a pair of eyes full of hatred seemed to burn with a burning flame.

Owen glanced at the woman and didn't have time to pay attention to him. He just pulled out his wand and said to one of the men in black, "The soul is out of the body".

The man who was pointing his wand at the woman froze suddenly, and the laughter in his mouth stopped abruptly.He raised his wand and then pressed it down instantly, as if the shell was stuck, and he let out an incomprehensible grunt, causing everyone around him to look at him suspiciously.

Owen felt something was wrong just after reciting the Imperius Curse. This person had an extraordinary resistance to his control.It's not that he is strong-willed, but that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse a long time ago!
Owen could feel that the guy who controlled this person earlier was the man in black robe in front of him on the right!
He was just about to lift the Imperius Curse, but it was too late. The guy in the front right looked at the position where Owen was standing, and suddenly pointed at him and shouted:

"Intruder! Someone came in stealth!"

(End of this chapter)