A ruined Hogwarts

After being fully mentally prepared, Owen regained his usual calmness and began to politely inquire about Voldemort's plan, deciding to use his intelligence to help him perfect his plan.

"Professor, should we start with these?" Owen pointed to a nearby stall. The old witch sitting behind the stall raised her head tremblingly and showed him a sinister smile with a mouth full of black teeth.

"The most precious things in the black market are not here. They are all stored in the deepest tents and jointly guarded by several insignificant small organizations." Voldemort seems to be in a good mood indeed, and he is 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 dark wizard organizations in the country..."

"At the height of the sun? Haha..." Voldemort said sarcastically, "It's just a small and fleeting gang. When I visited the black market, they were not the ones who managed it."

"Professor used to come here often?" Owen couldn't help but observe a second of silence for those dark wizard organizations.

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

Ah, what kind of inspirational drama is this about a man from a humble background who fights back to become a winner in life... Owen complained in his heart.

A tall black tent could be seen in the distance, with a steady stream of people coming in and out of the door. Outside the tent stood two tall and round guards, waving their wands fiercely at the passers-by.

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

"Next, I will help you become invisible. You only need to follow the guidance of my spell to find a few people, secretly recite the Imperius Curse to them, and order them to recite the password at the same time in ten minutes." He said lightly. , and had no intention of explaining his plan at all.

"Um, could you please tell me about your plan, Professor?" Owen said seriously, "I think that no matter how strict or perfect the plan is, there will be the possibility of accidents. In order to ensure that the operation will not fall short because of a little thing. , I think I'd better understand the specific plan..."

"Well, I don't want to live up to your expectations." He said the words against his will with great pain.

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

"I have always been confident in my ability to execute and adapt to changing circumstances." Irving said with confidence, showing an eight-tooth smile.

Voldemort said slowly: "In order to cope with possible Auror raids and to easily escape with precious commodities at any time, the black market tents have a very unique and convenient emergency mechanism that can expel everyone inside in a very short period of time. And shrink down into a portable box. That’s something we can take advantage of.”

"The passwords for activating emergency means are usually partially mastered by three people from different wizarding organizations. They will be hidden in tents, and outsiders will not know who has the password. Only when danger strikes, they will speak the secret words at the same time. , and then apparated 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, tents are often equipped with means to detect magic fluctuations. Once a guest casts magic in the tent, they will be immediately locked by the watcher... …So, I need a helper.”

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

Voldemort slowly explained his plan. He must have been very skilled at doing this kind of thing, and the plan was very thorough.

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

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

Voldemort stretched out his pale fingers and tapped the surrounding area twice. Silently, the two figures disappeared out of thin air.

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

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

Owen curled his lips, held 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, with shops on both sides. Rows of shelves in the shop can be seen through the dirty windows.

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

"Wow, it really is too easy for the magic master to rob a black market or Gringotts or something." He was slightly stunned. A guy in a black cloak next to him suddenly sniffed in his direction, making a whining sound in his throat. He seemed to be a hungry vampire who keenly smelled Owen's scent.

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

Just after turning another corner, Owen met his target unexpectedly. The silver cord was connected to a figure in front of him who was looking at the products in the window. Owen quickly glanced around, and not surprisingly saw two people standing not far from the man, looking around warily, who should be his bodyguards.

Next, Owen followed this man leisurely, waiting for Voldemort to finish it.

Less than two minutes later, Owen noticed a slight commotion around him. His target almost jumped up in alarm, and the two guards were also hurriedly pushing through the crowd.

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

The presence of the Dark Guardian strengthened his inner emotions, and the spell was cast with great ease. He only felt a tingling warmth welling up from his mind. This feeling was connected to the wand along his arm, and also connected to the other person's thoughts.

The figure in front of him paused for a moment, then continued to move towards his guard in a panic, without looking abnormal at all.

Owen watched the silver cord connected to the person in front of him break. He chuckled, pulled down the hood on his head, and continued to follow the direction pointed by the other silver cord.

When he evaded the heavily guarded guards and finally arrived outside the store where the silver wire was connected, he found that another silver wire had also collapsed.

"It looks like this is the only thing left..." Owen slipped into the store through the guards in front of the door and walked quickly between the rows of black shelves filled with boxes of various colors.

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

When a man in black robe opened the door and walked in, Owen followed him in and found that there were also rows of shelves here. But the items placed on it are even more creepy.

There are jars placed on the heavy shelves. Floating in the slightly turbid water in the jars are beating hearts, slightly squirming brains, eyes floating up and down, and even dead heads, baby corpses and withered limbs.

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

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

The wailing and screaming coming from the depths of the shelves was even more miserable. It was a high-pitched female voice. Owen followed the silver thread to the depths of the shelves and saw a group of men in black robes standing or sitting around the open space between the shelves, laughing and torturing a woman with spells.

The red-haired woman who collapsed on the ground let out a scream that was not human. Her face was covered in blood and scarred, and her face could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of eyes full of hatred seemed to be burning with scorching flames.

Owen glanced at the woman and had no time to pay attention to her. He just pulled out his wand and said "soul out of body" to one of the men in black robes.

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

As soon as Owen finished reciting the Imperius Curse, he felt something was wrong. This person had an extraordinary resistance to his control. It's not that he has a strong will, but that he has been controlled by the Imperius Curse long ago!

Owen could feel that the guy who controlled this person earlier was the man in black robe in front of him on his right!

He was about to lift the Imperius Curse, but it was too late. The guy on the right front looked at where Owen was standing and suddenly pointed at him and shouted:

"Intruder! Someone came in invisible!"