A ruined Hogwarts

One after another, sharp cries echoed in the small, dark room, and the overlapping echoes gradually added up, making the terrifying and deadly cries louder and louder.

Those pitcher plant-like plants exploded with thick red mist, spewing out corrosive red sap, filling the surroundings with a pungent smell. After the room returned to darkness, the devil's nets that had retreated in all directions once again waved their vine tentacles with all their teeth and claws, entangling their prey passionately and crazily.

"Armor protection."

Owen recited an iron armor spell to himself in mid-air, blocking the liquid splashed out after the plant exploded. The black devil guard draped on his body also flapped the hem of his cloak, corroding the vines that occasionally attacked until they withered and withered. Mandrake's cries reached his ears faintly through the enchanted earplugs, giving him a nagging feeling.

"Ah, thank you Professor Sprout for sponsoring the magic plant." Owen patted his ears and sighed in his heart. Although Professor Sprout had no idea about this, it did not prevent Owen from being grateful. Well, it was polite.

Owen looked down at the ground that was gradually returning to silence. He didn't think that the gadgets he had arranged could kill Quirrell, and his purpose was not to kill anyone here. Even if Quirrell lost his hand in the sudden attack, Voldemort still had the bottom.

Sure enough, with the flash of several magic spells, Owen faintly saw a figure staggering out of the devil's net and running quickly towards the end of the room. The raging devil's net follows the figure like a surging wave, and countless vines are like a swarm of intertwined snakes, entangled in the prey that is close at hand.

Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then chased after him against the ceiling, arriving at the other end of the room almost at the same time, where there was a tightly closed black door.

Quirrell released a blazing fire net, forcing the surrounding devil nets back to the corner. The flames also illuminated the surroundings, reflecting swaying and dancing strange shadows on the wall. Owen slowly descended from the sky, floating lightly and gracefully only half a meter above the ground. The figure in a black cloak and top hat could not be illuminated by the fire, making it look even more eerie and dangerous. .

"Clear water like a spring." Owen pointed his wand at several "nepenthes" on the ground that were red and swollen by the fire. A stream of water washed over these magical plants, causing them to escape from the impending explosion. The state became sluggish.

He looked at Quirrell with great interest. He looked very embarrassed. His weak and pale face had an ugly bluish white color. He looked like a dead corpse, and the black robe on his body turned into tatters. There were a few hideous long and thin wounds on the skin of the ripped clothing, which looked like they had been struck by a barbed whip.

Without any communication, the two of them pointed their wands at the mandrakes that were still crying loudly. Although magic plants also have a certain degree of magic resistance, the best way to deal with plants is undoubtedly to burn them.

Owen directly released the fierce fire, and the coquettish purple flames circled in the dark room, greedily devouring the screaming mandrakes, and also burned many devil's nets. The flames began to spontaneously condense into the shape of a flaming phoenix, hot, violent, gorgeous, dangerous, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Driven by a desire for destruction that filled his heart, Li Huo obediently but violently swallowed the last few mandrakes into his belly. Owen suddenly took off his earplugs, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop raising, quite reluctantly. Extinguished the fierce fire that had begun to rage everywhere.

"Professor Quirrell, you don't look well." Owen said quietly. He glanced at the wounds on the opponent's body that had begun to swell and turn purple, and then directed the black devil guard on his body to float away from his body.

Quirrell had a gloomy face and didn't want to pay attention to Owen's obviously gloating ridicule. He looked at the scars on his body and his expression became even more ugly.

A green vine lurked silently behind Owen, viciously spreading its densely packed fang-like black spikes, and suddenly shot towards his neck, like a vine that had been preparing for a long time before suddenly launching a sneak attack. of venomous snakes.

"Thousands of Sharp Blades!"

Owen smiled brightly and shot out several bright white blades with his backhand, cutting the incoming poisonous stinger vine into more than a dozen pieces, bouncing on the ground like a snake.

This black magic is not only very useful against people, but it is also many times more powerful than the dismemberment spell when used to cut other things. Anyway, Owen is becoming more and more fond of this kind of black magic driven by negative emotions. As Voldemort said, there is no lack of malice in his heart. He even has a very smooth and consistent feeling in the process of using black magic, which is better than ordinary people. The spell is easier to release and control.

Looking down at the spiky vines, Owen clicked his tongue and said, "I didn't expect there are poisonous tentacles. Professor, have you been bitten? Its toxin is deadly, and I didn't bring an antidote." ."

Quirrell took out a small glass bottle containing silver-white liquid from his pocket with a cold face and poured it into his mouth expressionlessly. The effect was immediate. The purple scars on his body bitten by the poisonous tentacles quickly recovered as before, and even his blue face looked much better.

Unicorn blood, let's see how much you still have... Owen looked away nonchalantly and looked at the locked door. He reached out and pulled the door handle, but the door was locked tightly, and a faintly glowing writing appeared on the door: Only by finding the key can you move forward.

"Don't you need us to look for the key here?" He said softly, pointed at the door lock with his wand and said: "Open the Alajo hole."

The door lock didn't move at all.

Owen showed a bright smile, suddenly took a few steps away, pointed at the door and said: "Thunderbolt explosion!"

A beam of fire hit the door, and then bounced to the wall on the other side, setting off a violent explosion. The fire and the shock wave swept away everything around it, and almost affected Quirrell.

"What are you going to do?" Quirrell shouted unbearably. This little wizard is an unscrupulous madman, and he was right.

"Try to see if you can destroy it violently." Owen said innocently, and then called his black devil guards to pass through the door in front, but the illusory black devil guards could not get through, and just fought helplessly outside the door. Turn around.

"How can it be so easy to pass the levels set by the professors at Hogwarts with violence?" Quirrell warned in a hoarse voice, "Remember, abide by the rules here!"

"Okay, let's look for the key." Owen pointed in a direction casually, "I'll look for it this way."

He turned around and searched in the direction he chose, showing a successful smile while turning his back to Quirrell. In fact, this door was designed by Owen. Although he put a lot of effort into setting the anti-locking curse and the indestructible curse on it, it is definitely not as good as the professors' work. If Quirrell or Voldemort really tried to violently open the lock, It is very likely that they will break the door directly, not to mention that in the subsequent levels, Owen has messed up a lot in order to meet the deadline... ahem.

Therefore, Irving wanted to demonstrate first and tell them that violent clearance was not feasible. His behavior became a powerful psychological suggestion, making Quirrell willingly bind himself to the rules set by Owen.

"Found it! Haha...ahhh!"

While Owen was wandering around boredly, Quirrell's voice came from the other side, and then turned into a painful scream.

"Tsk, tsk, it's just a little prank..." Owen smiled mischievously as he listened to the other party's screams.

Quirrell was holding his own hands, jumping around and wailing, holding a big bronze key tightly in his hands. Even though he was howling in pain, he did not let go. He was indeed a ruthless person. There was an ordinary-looking wilting green plant in front of him. It was inconspicuous among the many ordinary plants planted in this room. The plant's not thick stem was broken, and the dense heart-shaped The leaves were also tilted to the side. It was obvious that he had pushed aside the branches and leaves of this plant to get the key.

The golden bark tree from the Muggle world is not a magical plant. Few wizards know about it, but it can bring people an unforgettable and exciting experience. It is said that it is more effective when used to wipe the butt...

Speaking of which, Owen just arranged it casually, and he didn't expect that this guy would really fall into the trap. After all, the wizard had many ways to get the key without touching the golden bark tree.

Obviously, neither Quirrell nor Voldemort looked down upon or understood the plants in the Muggle world. After discovering that it was not a magical plant with magical powers, they ignored it and suffered a severe loss.

"I hope you can understand the truth that one learns from every adversity."

Owen leaned over and asked with a caring look: "Professor Quirrell, are you injured again?"

The word "again" deeply touched Quirrell's heart. Looking at Owen's unscathed appearance and clean and tidy appearance, he bit his lip with tears in his eyes, and forced himself to hold back the feeling that his hands were being stabbed by countless... Feeling the pain of a wasp sting, he shook his head fiercely and said, "Let's go!"

He walked quickly to the door, inserted the key into the door lock, and opened the door lock with a "click".

The closed door slowly opened, and more humid and cold air overflowed from the door. The cold moisture made people feel like they were in ice water.

The two came to the next room. In this room there was only a large lake like a swimming pool. The slightly rippling water in the lake was as black as thick ink, looking ominous and dangerous. The room is surrounded by black stones, and there is no door leading to the next room.

"It seems that the exit is in the water?" Owen tilted his head, and then said solemnly, "Professor Quirrell, the levels here are completely different from what you said before. Is there something wrong?"

"Wait a minute, could it be that the people from the Ethereum Society did something?" He suddenly slapped his forehead, "There is something I forgot to tell you. Hagrid talked to me again this morning very enthusiastically about his relationship with the three. The story of the alpha dog, but our conversation was overheard by someone. We failed to catch the eavesdropper. I think he is most likely a person from the Aether Society. If nothing else, they should do the same tonight Take action."

Quirrell frowned tightly, not sure whether it was out of inner vigilance and caution, or because of the severe pain that continued in his hand. His expression changed again and again, and then he showed a look of clarity.

"People from the Aether Society don't have the ability to affect the levels here." He said bitterly, "It was Dumbledore, he secretly changed the layout of this place without telling me! It must be Harry Potter who put his influence on me I told Dumbledore my suspicion... I should have found a way to kill him earlier!"

Your brain is so good that you don’t need my guidance... Owen blinked and said with a deep smile: "Then should we exit first and wait until we understand the levels here before coming in, or follow the Aether Society Will the fisherman benefit from the death?"

"The Aether Society may not take action tonight, and after tonight, Dumbledore will be on guard, and it will be difficult to get the Sorcerer's Stone." Quirrell rejected Owen's proposal as expected, "These levels You can’t stop me, I will get the magic stone for my master tonight no matter what!”

"It seems we have to go into the water." Owen nodded noncommittally, looking down at the dark black lake. "It's not easy to find the door to the next level in the water."

"Show me the way." He whispered a spell, then watched his wand turn in his hand, pointing diagonally in a direction in the water, "Huh? It seems that the door is not difficult to find. But it's not What good news? If the test of this level is not finding the way, it will be the dangers along the way."

"Then I'll set off now." Owen said with a faint smile, "Wish us good luck." As he said that, he recited a head-soaking spell to himself and prepared to jump into the water.

"Wait a minute." Quirrell, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said with a stinky face. He waved his wand vigorously, and a bunch of silver rope appeared out of thin air, tied around the waists of Owen and himself, connecting the two people not far away, and then squeezed out a reluctant and ugly smile and said: " Prevent them from getting separated.”

But the way he stared at Owen looked like he wanted him to die under the water quickly... If it weren't for his master's order, he wouldn't be too lazy to protect him.

Quirrell couldn't figure out why the Dark Lord always showed extraordinary appreciation and even... care for this little wizard who had disobeyed him many times. Is it just because of the other party's talent, background, and small achievements? He obviously paid more for his master! It's really...enviable and jealous.

"Follow me, don't get in the way by going crazy in the water, otherwise you will know the consequences." Quirrell warned, his eyes full of impatience and distrust.

"I'm not crazy, you can rest assured." Owen raised his eyebrows. This guy seemed to have some misunderstanding about him. He casually pulled off the rope tied to his body and smiled gently.

Then Quirrell looked at him more warily, and even tightened his grip on the wand in his hand.

Owen: Hey, your reaction makes me look like a pervert...

The two stopped talking nonsense and jumped directly into the water. The pitch-black lake was freezing cold, with no trace of light in the water.

Owen put the Black Devil Guard on his body, letting its own coldness neutralize the coldness of the lake. He didn't feel cold when he was in the water. He allowed the black devil guard to swim in the lake with his body. This guy could not only fly in the sky, but also swim in the water. He was really a good helper for home travel, killing and stealing.

Quirrell in front suddenly emitted a bright light, which actually illuminated the dark lake, allowing Owen to barely see the scene under the lake. This small lake was not big, with dense aquatic plants growing underneath, and it was swaying towards the two of them.

"I finally turned the lake black, and it was cracked just like that." Owen squinted at the surroundings through the soft light, "I have never seen magic... I still don't have enough knowledge."

He waved his wand to cut off the water plants around him that wanted to wrap around his body, or swing them aside. With a clear view of the underwater scene, many of the small traps set by Owen had lost their use. He could only follow Quirrell to avoid the area with dense aquatic plants, and soon arrived near the door.

It was a square door stuck vertically on the black stone wall. There was no door lock, only a curved door handle. The door was surrounded by wildly dancing water plants, swaying like entangled water snakes.

"Thousands of sharp blades." Owen calmly used the magic spell to open the way, cut off bunches of water plants, and approached the door.

He made a "please" gesture to Quirrell, watched as the other man carefully touched the doorknob and then twisted it.

puff--

In a sudden muffled sound, a silver dagger suddenly popped out of the ordinary-looking door. The back end of the dagger was connected to a spring frame, and was pushed by the power of the spring. It struck with lightning speed. Stab Quirrell hard in the head.

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The dagger appeared in such an unexpected position and so quickly that it caught people off guard. Quirrell didn't even have time to turn his head or cast a spell. He watched helplessly as the dagger approached his eyes in an instant.

At the critical moment, the wand in his right hand suddenly waved very quickly, and the invisible spell instantly hit the spring frame behind the dagger, breaking it into pieces. The incoming dagger was deflected by the blow and flew diagonally into the water plants at the bottom of the lake, never to be seen again.

Quirrell opened his eyes, and the expression on his face became cold and indifferent, as well as deeply disappointed and impatient. Obviously, he is now Voldemort.

At this time, the door in front suddenly opened, and the water pressure pushed Owen, who was not far away, towards the door. Voldemort, who was floating by the door with an indifferent expression, was not affected at all. He turned his body gracefully to make way for him, and watched Owen with a half-smile as he plunged into the door.

Owen followed the pouring water column and landed in a square, empty room. Black water poured into the room, quickly covering the ground and submerging it up to his ankles. As soon as he got up and recited a cleaning spell to himself, he saw another figure floating in leisurely along the door, his body clean.

"Professor." Owen put his hand on his chest and bowed elegantly and respectfully.

"It seems that even the weak Dumbledore knows how to be ruthless when protecting important items." Voldemort just glanced at him and whispered thoughtfully. He raised his hand, which was still in pain, and glanced at it. Then he played with the wand with both hands without caring, and slowly walked towards the door on the other side.

Well, this guy is not afraid of pain at all.

Owen followed silently, the smile on his face getting wider.

The plan... went well!