A ruined Hogwarts

"Melete, it's time for you to go back. Remember what I said, if you receive the signal I gave you, bring Harry here, okay?"

Owen briefly looked away from the scene reflected in the mirror, and gently warned Melete with a smile.

"Meow--" Melete raised her little head high, squinted her eyes and called, then flicked her tail and slipped into a one-meter-high square door in the corner of the room. She was petite and flexible. The figure disappeared deep into the long passage in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, the Magic House has to design a backstage employee passage. This passage allows people to reach the start and end of the level smoothly, as well as every room along the way. It is the passage that Irving usually uses to enter and exit when building and perfecting the stage.

Owen watched with a calm expression as Melete's figure disappeared, and then began to methodically check the mechanism controller at hand, while also paying attention to the scene in the mirror.

Voldemort had exited the maze and walked through a long corridor to another room. The layout of this room is very simple, with black velvet curtains hanging around it. The exit door is blocked by a small waterfall. There is a long carved black table in the center of the room, with several bottles of potions placed on it. and a piece of parchment paper.

There are a few lines written on the parchment in beautiful cursive script:

"Uninvited visitors, please return the way you came.

Nightmare and falsehood are in front of you, safety and freedom are behind;

If you insist on moving forward, please choose a bottle and drink it.

Pass through the waterfall of truth and falsehood, and meet your ending. "

The meaning expressed by the parchment is very simple. Either go back the same way, or choose a potion on the table and drink it in order to pass the waterfall ahead. And going back the same way was obviously impossible.

Voldemort first focused on the seemingly ordinary waterfall. He felt a very weak magic wave from the rushing water. He cast several spells on the waterfall with a serious face, but the results of the spell detection told him that the waterfall in front of him did not have any danger or mechanism, and was just an ordinary waterfall.

He began to lose faith in the results he obtained through magic detection. How could the waterfall that Dumbledore placed here as a barrier be ordinary? The weak magic in the water further confirmed this, making him convinced that Dumbledore had cast a profound spell on the waterfall that even he could not find out.

Even with his arrogance, he had to admit that Dumbledore was indeed a very clever wizard, and magic was so profound, magical and endless. It was normal for Dumbledore to master several spells that he didn't know. If it was in his heyday, of course he would be willing to study it carefully and crack Dumbledore's moves, but now he simply doesn't have the intention or qualifications...

Voldemort looked back thoughtfully, then looked at the seven bottles on the table, his expression quickly becoming annoyed. With his superb level of potion science, he could easily distinguish the types of these potions.

Polyjuice Potion, it says "False" on the bottle. The color was a dull grayish white, and he didn't know who or what part of the species was added to it. He didn't know what it would turn into after drinking it.

A powerful love potion, the label on the bottle is "Dependence". It looks charming pink, but no one knows what is added to it, and who will become fanatical about it after drinking it.

The water of life and death is labeled "Silence". A powerful sleeping pill.

A powerful potion of confusion, labeled "Escape". It can cause people to fall into hallucinations, causing physical and mental confusion.

Explosive liquid, labeled "Destruction". A potion with a powerful explosive effect is obviously not meant to be drunk.

Veritaserum, labeled "truth." A colorless potion that is as clear as water, allowing users to tell the truth within a period of time.

There is also a bottle of liquid that does not seem to be a magic potion. It looks turbid and yellow-brown. The label on the bottle is "Unknown".

Voldemort looked at the row of potions, and his face turned black for the first time. This is definitely Dumbledore's handiwork. Only Dumbledore would make such a mysterious and mischievous arrangement!

Want to ask him how he feels now? He just wanted to catch Dumbledore, hold his head and drink all these damn potions into him!

At the same time, Owen was looking at the screen playfully, looking forward to what choice the Dark Lord would make.

In fact, the waterfall in this room is really just an ordinary waterfall. Owen added a little magic wave potion to the water, but it has no magic effect. The most special thing about this waterfall is that it appears in such a level. The more suspicious people are, the more they will believe that it has powerful and terrifying magic power.

Of course, even if Voldemort sees through Owen's trick and passes this waterfall directly, it doesn't matter. It won't affect the overall situation, but Owen will have less fun. After all, the design of this level was completely based on Owen's own bad taste, and his revenge for being "forced" potions by Voldemort in the name of teaching during this period - he also wanted to drink them back!

The potions on the table come from complex sources, and some of them were brewed by Owen during his study of potions over the past year. He has already mastered all the theoretical knowledge of the seventh grade and is capable of brewing some of these potions. Some of them Owen had collected from home over the Christmas holidays, from his parents' study and laboratory, and others Natasha had helped him get.

Among them, the love potion will make the other person feel like being infatuated with a certain house elf, and Owen can't get over this hurdle anyway. Polyjuice Potion will make the human body feel like a house elf. Although Polyjuice Potion is dangerous and incomplete when transforming non-human creatures, it can at least turn into half...

As for the last bottle of liquid with "unknown" written on it, it was a solution of feces and eggs. If the opponent dares to try, Irving will pay him high respect.

He looked at Voldemort's image in the mirror with interest and stood in front of the table for a while. He pointed the wand at his temple and recited a few spells. Then he picked up the bottle of Veritaserum, took off the cork and put it to the tip of his nose to smell it. Sniff, drink it without hesitation, and then stride across the waterfall.

"Oh, it's boring." Owen shook his head in disappointment.

Veritaserum is a good choice, as it can be disabled by Occlumency and some spells. Although the dose Owen prepared was large, Voldemort was not an ordinary wizard. It was probably impossible to influence him, but it would be good to allow the other party to release more magic, increase the burden on his body, and make him weaker.

"It's a small comeback. Let's count it as interest." Irving turned to smile expectantly.

He adjusted the angle of the mirror in front of him again, and the mirror reflected the scene in the last room. It was a huge square room. The walls and floor were made of black stones. The light was dim. In the center of the room stood a half-person-high stone platform with a bright red stone placed on it.

"The next step is the final step." A sly smile appeared on Owen's face. Thick black mist suddenly appeared in his deep black eyes, and then, the evil and ominous black mist quickly covered his whole body, and the black devil guard separated from him silently, as if his whole body was divided in an instant. For two.

"Go ahead..." Owen murmured with a smile on his face, but infinite cold malice surged deep in his eyes.

He closed his eyes and controlled the Black Demon Guard to pass through the wall, fly out of the huge house, and fly into the gray sky, looking at everything around him with the Dark Demon Guard's gray and distorted perspective.

The black square room was like a huge iron box. There was no air circulation and the air was extremely dull. The door on one side slid open, and a figure slowly walked in from the door.

Voldemort saw the Philosopher's Stone in the center of the room at a glance. Greed and eager desire flashed in his eyes, but even though the target was within reach, he remained cautious.

He glanced around the surroundings and the dark ceiling with a cold expression, then turned into a figure shrouded in black mist and flew up, floating lightly and quickly to the center of the room, and landed on the floor next to the stone platform where the magic stone was.

There seems to be no mechanism in this room. The magic stone is placed there quietly. Although it is wrapped in a red shell, there is no doubt that it is the real magic stone. There is no protective magic around, so it seems that the previous waterfall is indeed the last level.

Considering how tricky those potions were, Voldemort didn't have too much doubt. Although those bottles of magic potion did not pose much threat to him, if other wizards drank those potions, this journey would probably end here.

"The Magic Stone...finally..." He stared at the stone wrapped in a bright red shell, looking excited and ecstatic.

He couldn't wait to reach out and grab the magic stone. When his fingertips touched the shell on the stone, the bright red shell suddenly shattered, and an orange flame ring exploded silently, but it did not hurt. to him every cent.

"Dumbledore, do you only have this little trick?" Voldemort sneered disdainfully, and then held the Sorcerer's Stone tightly in his hand.

He clenched the stone in his hand, an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face, he could finally have his body again. But the ring of fire just reminded him that Dumbledore would definitely play tricks on the Philosopher's Stone to sense his situation or track his location... Therefore, before resurrecting, he had to solve Dumbledore's little tricks first.

He pointed his wand at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, no longer caring about his body's ability to withstand it, and used the advanced spells he had mastered to detect and remove the spell cast by Dumbledore.

Owen watched this scene unfold from another room, with a faint smile on his face. When the figure in the mirror finally put down his wand and started to put away the magic stone, he looked down at the back of his left hand and whispered to himself: "As promised, I helped you get the magic stone, dear professor. ."

"Then..." Owen suddenly closed his eyes and silently adjusted his voice, so that his voice was fixed on the voice of an adult male. He raised his wand and pointed at his throat, and whispered "loud voice".

After doing all this, he did not speak directly, but focused his attention on the Black Demon Guard, preparing to make a sound through it. Although he had arranged some magic and mechanisms in advance to confuse the source of the sound, he still did not dare to bet on whether Voldemort could follow the sound to find the location of the sound source. Facing the Dark Lord who had too many unknown methods, it would be good to do an extra layer of turnover. of.

"Heh..." Owen's voice came from the Dark Guard, and was spread in all directions by the curse that confused the source of the sound, reaching the black room where Voldemort was.

"Ha..." A low and slightly hoarse male voice came from all directions in the room, with undisguised contempt and ridicule, making Voldemort, who was in ecstasy, instantly darken his face.

"I thought someone came in before me, but I didn't expect it to be you." A charming male voice said lazily.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, stuffed the Philosopher's Stone into his pocket, and said coldly: "The Aether Society?"

"Oh my, I didn't expect that even you have heard of the name of our Ether Society? What an honor." The male voice said he felt honored, but his tone was completely opposite, always lazy and perfunctory, "Quilinas Qi Mr. Luo."

Voldemort's expression relaxed slightly, and then he heard a male voice continue: "Or should I call you... Tom Riddle?"

Voldemort's expression instantly darkened. He hated this name, and even more hated the person who called him this name. But at the same time, he felt extremely solemn. How could the Aether Society find out that he was on Quirrell? And not many people know his name. Could it be that he was one of his classmates when he was in Hogwarts?

"Who are you?" he asked in an indifferent tone, his cold eyes slowly scanning the huge room. He was looking for the source of the sound.

"I don't have much fame. I'm just the current president of the Ether Society. You can call me 'K'." The male voice seemed humble, but his tone was very casual. "Dear Tom, let's discuss it. You can How about giving me the magic stone in your pocket? That way we don’t have to fight, that would be great.”

"Do you think it's possible?" Voldemort sneered, his eyes flashing with terrifying murderous intent. The other party's teasing name and impudent attitude successfully made his murderous intent boil.

"Impossible... You sound like you can fight me." The male voice joked non-seriously, "If this were you in your prime, I would naturally stay away from you, but how long can your current body sustain it? And how long can it last? How many spells are you going to cast? Looking at how weak you are, I can't help but sympathize with you."

This sentence really touched Voldemort's pain point. His physical condition has become worse and worse along the way, and it is difficult for him to perform several advanced magics, and he cannot withstand a high-intensity battle at all... He must fight quickly. Quick decision, just find the location of "K"...

"Tsk, tsk, when I meet you who is so weak and pitiful, even I can't help but want to bully you, haha..." The male voice is still chattering, seeming to be happy to share his feelings, "Hey, don't use it secretly. Magic, or are you unable to bear the urge to engage in a fierce duel?"

Voldemort lowered the wand in his hand slightly and began to walk slowly in this large room. He was happy that the other party wasted time chattering away, just silently judging where "K" might be hiding. Since the other party can talk to him and see his movements, he should be in this room.

"Illusion Curse? No. Psychedelic Curse? Nor..." He silently eliminated the problem while working on the source of the sound.

"K" kept saying some irritating words, which made Voldemort furious, but at the same time, he became more and more aware of it. The other party knew that he was currently weak but still did not dare to show up, because the other party was also afraid of him and was looking for a chance to kill him!

After thinking of this, Voldemort became more defensive and alert to possible sneak attacks, which also prevented him from using some magic spells to explore the surroundings. He understood his situation, and he couldn't delay any longer. He could only decide the outcome with one blow. He wanted to kill this damn guy!

"Well... that's it for now. Dear Tom, do you really not consider giving me the Philosopher's Stone?" K said in a tone of grievance and dissatisfaction, "I really don't like killing people, although killing you is enough. I will brag for the rest of my life...hahaha..."

He suddenly laughed maniacally, as if he had fallen into some kind of paranoia and madness, and there was a flaw in the control of his voice.

Voldemort suddenly looked at the wall opposite the entrance door, and he heard the sound coming from there!

He waved his hand without hesitation and shot out a spell that covered a wide area. Countless thin blue needles densely covered half of the room, and with a "swish" sound, they shot toward the source of the sound.

Crash--

Densely dense needles pierced the air, and with a burst of shattering sounds, a mirror that was tilted at a 45-degree angle and covered half of the room instantly shattered into countless fragments, falling from the sky like a rain curtain. Come down. The mirror fragments reflected figures and strange scenes, like a strange and gorgeous kaleidoscope.

This mirror has always been in this room, but the mirror can reflect the scene on the ground, and the dim light makes it impossible to see it. Due to the forty-five-degree angle with the ground, the scope of the mirror image is limited. Voldemort has never broken into the area where the mirror can be reflected, so he has never discovered it.

At this time, as the mirror shattered, the part of the space blocked by the mirror was finally revealed.

The space hidden behind the mirror is not very large, with only a one-meter-wide foothold on the empty ground. Only the wall that was blocked by the mirror just now is a bit special. In the middle, there is a huge eye emblem of the Ether Society painted with white spray paint. The entire wall is densely lined with countless triangular pyramidal grooves, one by one. The neat grooves the size of a fist are neatly arranged, making this wall look gorgeous and complex.

In front of this wall stood a figure in a black cloak, with a wide hood covering his face. He seemed to be stunned on the spot, perhaps because he didn't expect to see through the ruse in an instant, but he still suddenly raised the wand held in his right hand.

"you……"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Before K could finish his words, Voldemort struck with a fierce and angry blow in an instant, so neatly that he didn't give K any chance.

The dazzling green light beam spanned a short distance in an instant and hit the man in black robe hard. The green light completely swallowed up the figure.

Amidst Voldemort's cold laughter, the cross stars in the pupils of the eye pattern on the special wall suddenly burst out with dazzling white light, illuminating the entire room in an instant, causing Voldemort to squint his eyes, unable to see for a while anything.

He did not see that the robe of the black-robed man who was swallowed by the death curse was penetrated, revealing the delicate but fragile paper model inside. He did not see the life-killing curse hitting the wall full of triangular pyramidal grooves unabated after breaking through this ineffective obstacle, nor did he see the life-killing curse on the wall. It bounced back, menacingly back to its releaser the way it came.

Voldemort had just recovered from the blindness caused by the bright light, when he was greeted by a green beam of light. The bright and cold green light slammed into his arms, instantly taking away all the life from his body. He could only watch his body fall weakly, and the terrifying and cold breath of death invaded him again...

"No!"

A black mist flew out from the dead body, and the top condensed into the shape of a black mist head, with a ferocious expression and an unwilling roar.

The remnant soul, which had lost its body again, was wandering in the air without any support, and the coldness and emptiness tormented him again. He looked at K's position. It was clear that K had been hit by the death curse, but why did the curse bounce back? He couldn't understand. He passed through Quirrell's body in vain, the magic stone was close at hand, and the hope of resurrection was in front of him, but now he is just a ghost who can't touch anything...

"Ha, thank you Mr. Voldemort for performing "I Kill Myself", it really opened my eyes." K said with a deep joking voice, "A soul that can still exist in the world after being separated from the body is interesting. Which spell should I use to catch you and study it?"

After hearing K's words, Voldemort had no time to think about why K was not dead, nor did he have time to think about where the other party was hiding. He walked through the door very quickly and flew out of the room. He remembered that he still had hope, as long as he found the little wizard...

Owen watched the whole scene through the mirror, with a pleasant and playful smile on his face.

"The Killing Curse will rebound, Professor, you told me this." He said with a low smile, "Correction reflector, do you know anything about it?"

Corner reflector, also known as radar reflector, can reflect light incident on it from any direction back to its original place. The entire wall is a huge corner reflector, and the reflection of the magic spell follows the law of light reflection. Theoretically, no matter where the wizard stands in the room and at what angle to release the magic spell on that wall, this will The curse will be reflected intact on the person who released it.

Although the magic spell that bounces back will have a certain deviation, as long as the size of the triangular pyramid groove is mastered, this deviation can be controlled within an appropriate range. In order to ensure that the wall would not be destroyed by Voldemort's spell, Owen deliberately chose stronger materials to cast the wall, and frantically placed countless indestructible spells on it...

"This is a victory for physics." Owen chuckled. Who told Voldemort, who had slipped through the nine-year compulsory education, that he didn't understand physics at all?

He laughed, leaned back suddenly, and fell straight onto a raft. The mechanism connecting the raft suddenly started, and the slender rope pulled the raft quickly into the employee passage, carrying Owen's body through a long distance, and finally rushed out from a hidden exit, landing lightly on the third floor. The black lake in the second level.

Owen lay on his back on the raft and yawned, closing his eyes comfortably, floating freely on the lake.