A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 90
After dinner, Owen came outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office again. As soon as he opened the door, he was almost choked by the smell of garlic.

The dark and small office was cold and damp, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the fireplace was not lit.Quirrell sat behind his desk with a gloomy face, and his extremely pale face made him look like a vampire.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, even if you are single, you should learn to take good care of yourself." Owen shook his head sadly, looking around the messy environment in the room, "Mind if I help you tidy it up?"

Quirrell looked at him with a strange expression, and was speechless for a while.

Owen grinned at him, taking it as his acquiescence, so he took out his wand and waved it, saying: "The whirlwind sweeps away."

The surrounding garbage and the smell of garlic in the air were swept away, and the random piles of sundries were sorted and stored neatly. The office became much tidier and cleaner in an instant, and even the air became fresher.

Owen chanted "blazing flames" to the fireplace again, and the bright orange flames rose up "huhu", illuminating the surroundings much brighter and bringing a sense of warmth.Then he waved his wand again, several oil lamps hanging on the wall lit up one after another, a copper kettle flew over the fireplace, and soon there was the sound of boiling water inside.A teapot and two teacups also floated onto the table, and Owen took some tea from his pocket.

"Good Ceylon black tea, do you want to have a cup of tea together?" Owen said with a bright smile.

This wave of anti-customer-oriented operations stunned Quirrell.He sat there and stared at Owen for a while, speechless.

Owen looked at Quirrell's outfit thoughtfully, then suddenly tilted his head and said, "Professor Quirrell, may I ask, why do you love garlic so much?"

Quirrell glanced at him indifferently, then looked down at the kettle on the table, rubbing his hands unconsciously: "For a disguise."

"To be honest, your disguise is not very good. Professor Snape suspects you, right?" Owen said which pot he would not open.

"He can only doubt it." Quirrell sneered.

"Aren't you afraid that he will tell Dumbledore?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

"Those things he did before determine that he cannot gain Dumbledore's trust." Quirrell smiled secretly, "If he can't find evidence, he has nothing to do with me, but it's a pity that the big dog failed to bite that day. Break his neck."

"But you didn't get the Philosopher's Stone?" Owen said bluntly, "and almost let a Chimera beast wipe out all the students in Slytherin House. We were chased and killed by that monster on Halloween."

Quirrell's expression suddenly became more gloomy, with deep fear and pain in his eyes.He shook his head abruptly and said, "Where those monsters will go is their own business."

Owen stared at him for a while, curled his lips, and returned to the previous topic: "Disguise doesn't have to make you weird, and being out of tune with others will attract curiosity and inquiry. Think about it, this time is always Someone is interested in the scarf on your head, which means that your disguise is a complete failure..."

He said mysteriously: "Professor Quirrell, do you want to try to change your image? You see, your qualifications are actually good. You became a professor at Hogwarts at a young age. You are young and promising, and your appearance is not bad. Why? How about being less confident and making yourself more popular?"

"Well, let me think about it, you can start by changing your dressing taste, oh, the scarf on your head can be replaced by various styles of hats. Ha, that's right! Most importantly, I have a few bottles of perfume potions here, yes Men's favorite." Owen strongly recommended it, "It can significantly increase the charm, and, if you want, it has a certain expulsion effect on vampires..."

As he said that, under Quirrell's slightly dull gaze, he flipped his empty palm, and several crystal bottles of different colors appeared in his palm, and he placed them on the table.It's a product he's recently gotten from his family's potion shop, and he's added a bit of vampire-dispelling ingredients to it.

"Of course, if you really like garlic, this bottle is garlic." Owen pushed one of the bottles out, and said with bright eyes, "Can I help you find a fashion magazine?"

"Are you trying to expose me?" Quirrell stared at him sullenly.

"Why, aren't you under suspicion now?" Owen blinked his left eye at him, and said persuasively, "There are many things in this world that can change a person, and you can become cowardly under the pretext of being scared by vampires." , and can also make changes in a logical way. For example, after facing the danger of monsters, you will be enlightened, or you will find your favorite witch or wizard... In this way, it will be less likely to be suspected."

Under Quirrell's flickering eyes, a cold voice that did not belong to the two sounded: "Enough, Owen, stop playing."

Quirrell suddenly trembled while hugging his head, while Owen restrained the playful expression on his face, his dark eyes looked at this scene with deep and unpredictable expression, and his expression became a half-smile.

When Quirrell raised his head again, his eyes and expression were completely different from before.

"Good evening, Professor." Owen bowed gracefully.

"Owen, I need you to do one thing." Voldemort said calmly. "Ask Hagrid about how to get past the three-headed dog."

"Huh? Professor, can't you deal with that three-headed dog?" Owen raised his eyebrows pretending to be surprised, "I thought it was Professor Snape who stopped you that night..."

Voldemort glanced at his bloodless hand, then looked at Owen with hidden desire and greed, and said softly: "My current magic power depends on this weak body, and the power I can exert is too little, too little. ...Even if I get rid of the three-headed dog, I won't have the strength to get the Philosopher's Stone anymore."

"Since it wasn't Professor Snape who stopped you, why didn't you go to him?" Owen said softly, "I think his identity and ability will help you a lot." Snape used to be a foodie His father knew about the Death Eaters. In fact, for ancient pure-blood families like the Shafik family that still had huge wealth and power in the magic world, the identities of almost all Death Eaters were no secret. .

"But he may also make my plan completely fail." Voldemort looked at the tightly closed curtains with heavy eyes, as if he could see the dark sky outside through the curtains, "Severus is indeed a talented wizard. He is my most loyal follower... I don't know if he has completely turned to my opposite now."

He turned his head to look at Owen, pulled the crucible to the front with one hand, lit a flame under the crucible, slowly threw some potion ingredients into it, and said calmly: "This is really a disappointment to me." It’s been ten years, and no one who has sworn allegiance to me has gone to find their master, how can they be sure that I will not make a comeback?”

Owen opened his mouth and said softly, "Probably everyone thinks you are... dead."

Voldemort didn't look up, just said indifferently: "Yeah, yeah, they think I'm finished, so they can't wait to sneak back to my enemy, claiming to be innocent and bewitched. Even if I let them know I have found a way to prevent death, and I have proved my powers countless times... Maybe they think there is a more powerful force in this world that can defeat Voldemort..."

He threw the last few medicinal ingredients into the crucible, wisps of white mist drifted out from the blue medicinal liquid, and gradually filled the small office with a slightly sour sweet smell.

Owen sniffed the increasingly sweet smell in the air, and silently looked at the potion in the crucible. Was this face-to-face poisoning?You are so arrogant.

"With all due respect, Professor, you suddenly completely disappeared from this world, and normal people would think that you are no longer there..." He blinked and said, "There are some people who don't want to believe it, but they are all imprisoned now. In Azkaban."

Owen has found a way to get along with the current Voldemort, and the other party is plotting against him now, which means that he can relax more on the premise of a good grasp of the degree, and Voldemort in a weak state is not as defiant as he was in his heyday, at least Can listen to people's words.

"As for you have found a way to prevent death... Isn't that really the slogan you used when you recruited followers?" You can't believe the slogan you utter..."

Owen seemed to feel Voldemort giving him a cold look.He let the kettle on the fireplace fly over with a normal expression, poured some tea into the teapot, then poured water into it, closed the lid and waited quietly for the tea to boil.

"Professor, do you want some tea? I'm good at making tea." He said in a relaxed tone, "Or, I can also help you when brewing potions, but unfortunately my level of potions is not very high... ..." He glanced at the boiling potion.

Voldemort stared at him for a moment, also without anger.Facing this little wizard who was becoming more and more daring in front of him, he found it a bit interesting.

"Owen, are you willing to dedicate your loyalty and even your life to me?" He said playfully, and his low voice sounded very pleasant.

Owen's body froze, almost thinking that the other party was about to attack now.He glanced at the unpredictable Voldemort, and said softly: "I am willing to offer my loyalty to you, but I will offer my life... This is too sudden, Professor, I think I am not ready yet."

"I thought you had surrendered to me." Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Owen poured two cups of tea in silence, took a sip from one of the cups, felt the rich and dense aroma of black tea, and then sighed: "Who wants to die if they can live, professor."

"There are many situations for a person to sacrifice his life, such as for love, pursuit and belief. If you can use an ideal future to attract people with lofty ideals, use personal charm and clever means to conquer people's hearts, and become followers With the hope and faith in your eyes, there will be countless people fanatically wanting to die for you."

"You want to discuss love with me? It sounds like Dumbledore's hypocritical and weak arguments." Voldemort sneered sarcastically, "I don't need those trivial things, just strength is enough. I don't need anyone to die for me willingly, I can force anyone to die."

Owen quickly picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea, with an embarrassed yet polite smile on his face.Then why are you asking me?Just kidding?
"It's honest, you finally understand that playing tricks in front of me is very ridiculous, Owen." Voldemort said lazily, the cold and dangerous momentum just subsided in an instant, and his funny appearance seemed to be teasing A fun little pet.

Owen squeezed the teacup in his hand tightly, and silently poured himself another cup of tea.Got teased!Dark Lord, you're a bit skinny... Who said Voldemort's brain isn't working?This guy has a clear mind about many things, but he just doesn't want to use his brain anymore because making Horcruxes is too inflated after getting rid of death.

"What do you think of my previous ideas?" Voldemort seemed to ask casually.

"Very tempting, Professor. Pure blood supremacy, enslaving Muggles is in the interests of my family." Owen had a perfect smile on his face, "Compared to Grindelwald's slogan at that time, your philosophy is like A fairy tale." Absurd and childish!
Although he knew that Voldemort's real purpose was to achieve immortality, and to use his power to do whatever he wanted to make everyone submit to him, as for the supremacy of pure blood, he had to put it in the back row. Perhaps this idea was put forward more to gather a group of people who can see It's just a passing eye.

"So you believe our future is bright," said Voldemort slowly.

"Of course...not anymore. On the contrary, I think the future is bleak, Professor." Owen took a big breath and put on a sad expression.Come on, let's have fun together.

Voldemort's expression paused, then he chuckled and said, "It's interesting. Do you think I'll lose power again in the end?"

"No, professor, of course you'll be fine, but I don't see the possibility of success in this goal..." Owen said pessimistically, almost crying out two tears.

"Do you think my strength is not enough to realize my ambition, or that my allies are not strong enough?" Voldemort looked at him condescendingly.

"Teaching your strength is naturally great enough, but your potential supporters are destined to be only some pure-blood families, and the vast majority of wizards will stand on the opposite side. Although most wizards will have nothing to do when the fire has not burned themselves Hanging high, but when the pure blood is in power, the identities of wizards are divided into different grades because of their blood, and when oppression really comes, there will never be a shortage of people who stand up and resist. Not to mention there is a Dumbledore here I am."

"Dumbledore? He'll just set up an inconspicuous little organization and let them jump up and down like a clown." Voldemort said coldly, "As for those mediocre wizards? What's the use of their resistance?"

"Dumbledore does have a strange persistence, but I think that when the situation develops to the point that he has to stand up, when he realizes that the real crisis is coming, he will no longer stay in a corner but rise to the top , Those disorganized wizards will be twisted into a single rope in an instant, and we will have no advantage." Owen shrugged.

"But he was so weak that he didn't dare to stand out. This was the case during Grindelwald's time, and it will be the same later." Voldemort's expression was extremely mocking.

"That's not the same." Owen said mysteriously, "I have a gossip, I heard that Dumbledore didn't deal with Grindelwald because they used to be good friends, very, very good... "

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Suddenly, the scene turned cold, Owen coughed lightly, and drank the black tea on his own.The crucible on the table was covered with steam and mist, and Voldemort's face was hidden behind the steam, and his expression could not be seen clearly.The two sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere seemed somewhat harmonious.

"Well, even if we manage to beat Dumbledore to death, the pure-bloods succeed, and we enslave Muggles..." Owen continued, "But Muggles have hot weapons like guns, and among them will When wizards appear, Muggles who are unwilling to be enslaved will definitely rise up and resist, and the biggest targets are naturally the wizards who are high above them."

"At that time, there will be no less sneak attacks and assassinations against wizards. The situation of wizards will not improve, but they will be even more afraid to appear in front of Muggles. Unless we can kill all Muggles, but there are so many Muggles. How long? What's more, there are too many wizards who have a close relationship with Muggles, and they will only get in the way..."

"As for the wizards, pure-blood wizards occupy high positions. Under oppression and exploitation, not only will there be rebels, but also some resentful extremists will be born. They can't deal with you, professor, but assassinate pure-blood wizards and even their There are still more than enough children, and pure-blood wizards will only face an extremely difficult situation, and in the end they will either be exterminated or compromised."

"Professor, if you don't have any subordinates, you will continue to be harassed and targeted by wizards. After all, wizards are born with extraordinary talents and powers. Maybe there will be a group of people squatting every day and preparing to kill you. curse……"

Owen finished speaking in one breath, picked up the tea cup in his hand and drank it down, then exhaled lightly, and poured himself another cup of tea.Although what he said was a bit exaggerated, it was by no means alarmist.

Voldemort's expression was still unfathomable. He didn't care much about the lives of other wizards, but when it came to his own interests, he couldn't help thinking carefully.Thinking about it this way, he felt that Owen's words might really come true. Although he was confident in his own strength, he didn't want to be attacked by a group of people thinking about using the Killing Curse—although he could be resurrected, death would not feel good.

"Then what solution do you have?" He said slowly, his expression becoming more serious.

"This matter is too complicated. I'm just an 11-year-old wizard. How can I think of a good solution?" Owen spread his hands innocently, thinking that he was bluffing you.

Voldemort's slender fingers stroked the table lightly, his eyes almost narrowed into slits.The little guy in front of him is very smart, has a keen perception of the situation and extraordinary foresight, which surpasses all the Death Eaters under his command, so he can't bear to completely occupy it.

"Then you go back and think about it carefully, write a paper and give it to me before I lose patience." He said lightly.

Owen's expression froze, this guy turned against the general?I'm going to be skinny, you don't talk about Wude?

"Then, let's start today's lecture." Voldemort glanced at the somewhat listless little wizard, and his mood became better, "You have mastered the Detonation Curse, so let's talk about the Fierce Fire Curse, which represents ultimate destruction. Bar."

(End of this chapter)