A ruined Hogwarts

The dark water poured into the dim room along the door in mid-air. The sound of rushing water echoed noisily, making this small empty room look much more crowded. The black water added a sense of atmosphere to the place. A sense of horror.

Owen finally dried the water stains on his body and smoothed his messy hair. The wet water splashed on his skin from time to time, with a biting cold temperature, which made him speed up and move away from the water door.

Well, he felt that he was definitely out of his mind when he chose to arrange this lake as the second level. It just didn't have the expected effect. It was still so cold. Fortunately, the automatic face-slapping machine played its biggest role in the end and successfully photographed Voldemort. I would like to thank Blaise for his enthusiastic sponsorship.

Another door in this room has been opened by Voldemort. Behind the door leads to another ordinary and empty room. Opposite is another closed door. The floor of the room is densely lined with some one centimeter radius. The circular pit looks a bit weird.

Voldemort stood in front of the door thoughtfully and looked at the room behind the door. He waved the wand in his hand without any emotion on his face. It seemed as if there was an invisible giant rustling by him, giving people A strange and cold feeling, which makes people feel like a light on their backs.

Owen stood quietly behind the other party, with a calm smile on his face, his eyes slightly lowered, and the wand in his hand naturally pointed at the ground at an angle, waiting patiently and obediently.

The unknown spell successfully played a role in exploring the path. The ground in the room trembled slightly, and with a burst of "chi" sounds, sharp points with cold light suddenly emerged from the neatly arranged circular pits. The sting makes one's scalp numb. If the breaker was walking on the floor now and was caught off guard, he would probably be pierced through the soles of his feet by these sudden spikes.

Seeing this scene, the originally cautious expression on Voldemort's face relaxed slightly, and he sneered lightly and said, "Fly over."

Owen summoned the Black Demon Guard again, letting it float in the air with him, and followed the figure wrapped in black mist in front of him to fly into the door.

Two people flew through the air quickly, but this level was obviously more than that. When they flew to the center of the room, the door behind them closed with a bang, and countless spikes suddenly appeared on the ceiling. Amidst the rumbling sound, the dark ceiling began to straighten. Falling downwards, with the posture of smashing people into meat pies. At the same time, the ground below also shook and began to rise suddenly.

The spiked ceiling and floor quickly closed together, as if the person who broke into the room was going to be made into a sandwich biscuit. However, the door leaving the room was still far away, and the two of them had no time to be made into a sandwich biscuit. Fly over before.

"Melete did a good job." The corners of Owen's mouth turned up slightly, and he sighed leisurely. Although the mechanisms in this room will be triggered automatically, there are also manual controls. Melete, as the assistant, is responsible for this. She clearly had good timing.

Owen's eyebrows frowned slightly, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes hidden under the black mist. Although these were his own arrangements, he still instinctively felt a sense of pressure and crisis when he was in them, which made him a little excited.

"Hey, it's a bit exciting." He flew forward for a distance looking a little flustered, then suddenly stopped and raised the wand in his hand.

But there was no need for him to take action. A ray of silver-blue light suddenly burst silently from the other side. The mysterious and hazy silver-blue light was like sparkling water waves, quickly spreading everywhere, as if there was a An invisible giant hand stretched between the ceiling and the floor, holding them firmly in place.

"Ah, the Dark Lord is mighty." Owen clicked his tongue in his heart, then left the safe spot he had reserved in advance and continued to fly toward the exit lightly.

Although he was confident that this hurdle would not trouble the Dark Lord, Owen would not put himself in danger. So he left a safe area for himself in advance. The spikes on the floor of this fixed safe point could be retracted freely, and there was a hidden secret door underneath, which allowed Owen to escape before the ceiling and floor were completely closed.

If Voldemort follows his fine tradition of betraying his teammates and doesn't care about Owen's life or death, Owen wouldn't mind performing an escape magic and saying goodbye in advance.

With a smile on his face, Owen tugged on the black cloak on his body and controlled it to float lightly and swiftly to the exit door with his body. The door slowly opened, revealing a huge room filled with mirrors and curtains. Complex passages extended in all directions, like a maze. Mirrors are scattered everywhere, some are attached to the walls of the maze, some are standing irregularly on the ground, and some are covered with thick curtains, making it difficult to tell where to go through. channel.

The two landed between mirrors and curtains, and the door they entered closed silently. There was a loud "boom" from behind the door. Apparently, without the support of those magics, the ceiling and floor finally came into close contact.

"It was so dangerous just now, Professor." Owen said with a fearful expression, and then cast an admiring look at him knowingly. However, he seemed to have forgotten that the black devil guard was still on his body. The black mist and top hat obscured his face, revealing only the corners of his mouth that seemed to be always sneering.

"It's just a cheap trick." Voldemort said softly, with a slightly disappointed expression on his face, "I thought Dumbledore would be tougher this time. He is fully capable of making this place more elaborate and...deadly, but I didn't expect it. It’s still a boring little game.”

He still has no doubt that this place was not arranged by Dumbledore. After all, who would have thought that what they arrived at through the correct entrance was not the real level? In other words, the levels here are real, and the magic stone hidden at the end is also real, so who can say that this place is fake?

"At least it's a good thing for us, isn't it, Professor?" Owen responded with a bright smile. Although his hard preparation, which took more than half a year, was dismissed as a boring trick in person, he still politely responded with a friendly smile.

It’s okay to be bored now, there will be excitement and fun later, I hope it will satisfy you then.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and waved his wand noncommittally, looking for an exit from this room. Then he quickly crossed the mirrors, walked through the complicated passages, and walked around the maze purposefully. His steps became faster and faster, and his expression became more urgent. Countless mirrors reflected his figure, making the room seem like there were countless more people.

It wasn't until Owen, who was following him not far away, suddenly let out an exclamation of surprise that he stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look over.

He saw Owen falling into a thick black curtain on the right as if he had been attacked. The wand in his hand flew out with a whoosh, spinning in the air and falling into the blue curtain on the other side. Invisible through the curtain of color.

The room fell into silence. The curtain that Owen fell into swayed slightly, and calm gradually returned, but he did not come out from inside. The surrounding mirrors still stood there quietly, cutting and extending the space in a fragmented and complicated manner, making it impossible to tell whether the figure reflected in it was himself or something else that had sneaked in.

Voldemort frowned and waved his wand to lift the curtain that Owen fell into, only to find that there was only a solid wall behind it. The little wizard who fell behind the curtain seemed to have evaporated and disappeared completely. Not even a trace of sound could be heard. Not sent out.

He pondered for a moment, then cast a spell to reveal a secret door near the wall where Owen disappeared, but he couldn't find any clues. Then he hooked the wand in his hand in the air, but he couldn't draw anyone out. There were no enemies or dangers as expected, and even Owen seemed to be no longer in the room...

Faced with this situation, Voldemort turned around without hesitation and continued towards the exit. The Philosopher's Stone was getting closer and closer, and he would not waste his precious time and little energy on such insignificant things, even if the disappearing little wizard was of some use to him. But even if his current body becomes weaker and weaker, he can still sustain it for a while, and Owen's existence will become dispensable. If he is unlucky and dies, he will feel sorry for at most half a second. After all, it can be regarded as his careful teaching. .

"The Philosopher's Stone..." He muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with more urgent desire. If it weren't for the limitations of this body that completely prevented him from exerting his powerful magic and magical magic, he would have countless ways to deal with Dumbledore's boring tricks, and there would be no need to be so cautious.

He quickly came to a mirror that was close to the wall and easily shattered the mirror. The sound of broken glass echoed harshly in the space. But what surprised him was that there was no exit door behind the mirror, but a solid wall, but this wall was... rotating!

He used his wand again to confirm the location of the exit, only to find that the direction had changed.

"The exit of this room... is moving?" He reacted instantly. But it is not easy to find a moving door in a complex maze, because even if he can confirm the direction of the exit, by the time he reaches his destination through the maze, the door may have already moved to another passage. .

Since he was convinced that the maze in front of him was created by Dumbledore, he instinctively did not think of using violence to destroy it. There is no doubt that Dumbledore will strengthen the outer walls of the maze. He cannot waste his limited physical strength and magic power here...

"It's interesting. But you can't stop me, Dumbledore." Voldemort sneered, and a silver light floated silently in the air, indicating to him the changing trajectory of the exit.

Soon he discovered a pattern. Although the changing direction of the exit that sometimes disappeared was random, the location where it appeared was certain. In other words, the exit will eventually go to where he is now, he just needs to wait patiently for a while.

"Dumbledore, is this your method?" He shook his head in disappointment.

At the same time, Owen, who had successfully escaped, had already arrived in a room equipped with complex mechanisms. He smiled and looked down at Melete, who was waving her paws to fiddle with the outer wall of a small room model, sometimes turning it clockwise twice, sometimes counterclockwise. The hour hand turns three times...

Yes, this is the hub that controls the exit position of the maze room. It is the product of a combination of mechanism and magic. Owen spent a lot of thought on this and checked many alchemy books to complete it, so that outsiders can pass this model. The mechanism that controls the maze from afar. In other words, without Owen's nod, Voldemort would have been waiting there for a whole year before the exit would turn to him!

The mechanics of the maze are very simple. The circular room has two outer walls. The inner wall is solid and thick, with more than a dozen door openings on it, while the outer wall can be rotated, with only two door openings on it. Only when the door openings on the two walls overlap is the real exit.

In addition, there are other designs in the maze room, such as the mechanism for Owen to escape.

Just now, Owen flipped into the other side of the wall by falling into the curtain. After flipping once, the uniquely designed wall stuck tightly and turned into a solid wall that could no longer be rotated. This was a design made at the beginning of construction. On the other side of the wall was a camera obscura that had been prepared long ago. As soon as Owen's body fell into it, he was pulled by the mechanism and quickly transported to another room.

This is a trap-like mechanism, and even unsuspecting people have a high probability of falling into the trap after encountering this mechanism. Although Owen acted of his own free will, it looked like he had accidentally fallen into a trap in the room and even lost his wand.

Although Owen didn't have much confidence in whether this mechanism could hide from Voldemort's detection, he was very confident in Voldemort, or in other words, he believed in the other party's ruthlessness and firmly believed that the other party would never waste time saving people even if it detected the direction of the mechanism. .

As it turns out, Voldemort did not disappoint at all. Owen managed to escape and was free to arrange the rest of his performance.

"Did you have fun, Melete?" Owen said with a deep smile in his voice. He glanced at a mirror nearby, which reflected Voldemort's figure standing there waiting in the distance, but it was a bit blurry after multiple reflections - so many mirrors in the maze were not all decorations.

"Meow~" Melete narrowed her golden eyes, let out a cry of joy, and continued to spin the outer wall on the model with her paws. She was very happy to tease the guy in the maze, and she even remembered that guy as an enemy.

"Okay, let him out, don't challenge his patience." Owen patted Melete on the head. If the other party loses patience and casts spells randomly, he will soon find that this room is not as indestructible as he thought.

Owen dismantled part of the original house in his Seamless Stretch Box, used the dismantled materials to transform other rooms, and successfully completed the construction of the magic house in half a year, thanks to the magic Make these heavy physical tasks very simple. But his magic level is definitely not as good as that of the professors. He can arrange elaborate mechanisms, but he cannot stop violent destruction.

"Mmm..." Meleta moved her paws reluctantly, turning the outer wall on the model to its original position.

Seeing the figure reflected in the mirror passing through the exit without looking back, Owen sighed: "You just left me and left without caring about the life and death of your followers. Voldemort is indeed a scumbag boss."

He suddenly thought that he was also racking his brains and trying different tricks to deceive his boss and colleagues, so he changed his words with a smile: "With such a harmonious and friendly employee relationship, the Death Eaters are indeed an organization with a bright future."

As he spoke, he ignored Melete's sidelong glance at him and took out his wand from his sleeve. The wand that flew away before was naturally a fake wand he made. It was very important for a wizard to never lose his own wand.

Owen raised his hand and adjusted the mirror in front of him so that it reflected the scene in the next room, his expression becoming interested.