A ruined Hogwarts

Owen came out of the nightmare forest and was already alone. Ms. Gray felt about Ms. Elizabeth's experience and decided to stay with him for a while.

The suitcase in his hand contains some specialties brought back from the forest, such as some rare potion materials and magic plants. There are many of these things in the inaccessible Nightmare Forest, but as a ghost, Ms. Elizabeth has no use. Seeing that Owen is interested in them, she takes him to collect some.

It was approaching evening, and snowflakes began to fall in the sky. The snow on the ground reflects the dimmed sunlight, like covering the mountains with a layer of pale golden gauze.

It wasn't until the sun had completely set and a few sparse stars were shining in the sky that Owen climbed over the mountain and returned to the small wizard's market where he came from. He stamped his feet, which were numb from walking, and the light suitcase in his hands seemed to become heavier.

He regretted not learning Apparition and Apparition. He had been in Hogwarts where Apparition was forbidden before, so he was not in a hurry to learn this magic, not to mention that his original schedule was already full.

"Well, my body still needs some exercise." Owen took a breath and entered the wizard's market.

The market became much deserted at night, and many stalls had been closed. Only the shops on both sides of the street still had lights on, and there were still some customers inside. In some inconspicuous corners, there are some new stalls. Most of the stall owners cover themselves tightly and look a little sneaky.

Owen knew that most of the goods on these stalls had improper origins and were mostly the result of petty theft. These things don't need to be sold on the black market. They usually set up stalls in night markets, and many wizards are willing to purchase these obviously cheaper products.

After glancing at several stalls with interest, Owen lost interest in these things. He went back to the bar where he came from, intending to borrow the fireplace there to go home.

However, he obviously underestimated the number of people in this wizard market. As the only fireplace here that is open to the public, this bar has been crowded with many wizards waiting in line to use the fireplace. From time to time, there are people stepping out of the fireplace and bumping into people outside. Full of arms. The bar was noisy, and many people ordered butterbeer while waiting, sitting at dirty tables and talking loudly.

Many wizards came and went here, and even the narrow alley outside became crowded. Owen also discovered many figures in cloaks. They all covered their faces with hoods and exuded a gloomy and indifferent aura, which caused many wizards dressed normally to stay away from them.

"Dark wizard..." Owen muttered in his mind. Some of those dark wizards whose bodies and minds have been corrupted by black magic are easy to identify, because the temperament they reveal unintentionally is always gloomy and dark. Of course, not all dark wizards are like this.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist that was reaching for his suitcase with a "snap" sound. He turned his head and smiled lightly at a man as thin as a bamboo pole.

"What are you doing?" The wizard shook the wand in his other hand viciously and threatened Owen with a grin.

"Do I look easy to mess with?" The smile on Owen's face was gentle and perfect, but his eyes suddenly became cold and dark, and the cold malice made the man shudder. He said in a soft and pleasant voice: "If I were you, I would stay away immediately."

The man suddenly pulled his wrist back. Although the little wizard in front of him was not very old, the cold malice exuding from his body was no worse than those extremely dangerous dark wizards, which made his skin crawl. His eyes wandered for a moment without confidence, and then he hurriedly walked away with his head lowered.

"It's really troublesome." Owen took out his wand and looked at his poor height. Although these thieves bully the weak and fear the strong, they often don't mind appearing as robbers when facing the weak.

The alley became more crowded as we got closer to the bar area. Owen's short figure was lost in the crowd, and even his sight was blocked by the people around him.

The wizards in front suddenly became a little commotion. Several people cursed a few times and seemed to have their feet stepped on. Just when Owen looked up, a hooded figure pushed through the crowd in front of him, causing the people around him to frown.

Because of his height, Owen saw her face through the bottom of her hood. Her long crimson curly hair was covered under the hood, her young and beautiful face was slightly pale, her slightly thick lips were tightly pressed, and her pair of crimson eyes were cold and shining like flames. The heroic thick eyebrows gave her a sharp temperament.

Although he had never seen this face before, these distinctive eyes reminded Owen instantly of this person. She was the woman he let loose when he and Voldemort were robbing the black market that day. Unexpectedly, she was still alive, and Owen thought she was also killed by Voldemort that night.

The woman in front of her was stunned for a moment after seeing Owen, and then her nose twitched slightly, her expression becoming more and more surprised. She glanced around quickly, then put her palms on Owen's shoulders and pulled him out quickly.

"Why are you here again? Didn't I say I don't need help?" She whispered, her voice was hoarse and magnetic.

Owen raised his eyebrows, glanced at the slender hand on his shoulder, and finally lowered the wand in his hand without casting a curse on the other person.

This woman seemed to have mistaken him for someone else? But how did she recognize herself? Not only did he wear a hood that night, he also had his face deformed.

"You got the wrong person, I'm not here to help you..." Owen broke away from the other party's claws. This woman was obviously avoiding something, and he was too lazy to get involved in other people's affairs.

"Over there, don't let her run away!" At this time, a dark wizard standing in the corner pointed here and shouted, "There is a child beside her!"

The red-haired woman's expression suddenly turned ugly. She looked around, spotted a dark alley, and rushed through it. She didn't forget to grab Owen's arm. Owen was speechless and let the other party pull him. The group of trackers obviously regarded him as the woman's accomplice.

The two people ran wildly in the narrow but complicated alley. Fortunately, the crowded crowd just blocked the pursuers, allowing them to temporarily get rid of those people.

"Are you from Turant? Go back quickly. I don't need your help, and I won't join you." The woman seemed to have her own destination. She walked through the alley familiarly. Said seriously. "Of course, thank you for saving me last time. I owe you a life, but it's just you. When I finish my own thing, you can take my life."

"I'm curious, how did you recognize me?" Owen asked, squinting his eyes.

"Smell. My nose has been transformed by magic and can distinguish very subtle smells." The woman's tone became gloomy, obviously remembering something bad.

"That's it." Owen nodded and calmly explained to the woman that he had nothing to do with Turant. The last time he saved her, it was just a coincidence and he didn't go out to save anyone.

"You...you really aren't?" The woman was stunned for a while, with a deep apology in her tone, "I'm sorry for dragging you in today, I will send you to a safe place later."

She looked at Owen carefully again, her eyes lingering on his young and immature face for a long time, and asked in a tentative tone: "By the way, isn't this your true appearance?"

"This is my true appearance, madam." Owen touched his cheek and said lightly. If he was noticed by a group of dark wizards, it would be a big trouble for him.

"Sorry." The woman took out a black cloak from her bag and threw it to Owen. "You'd better not go to places where dark wizards gather during this period, such as Knockturn Alley and the black market. I think about this. It will pass soon, if my affairs go well..."

Owen glanced at the cloak that was obviously too big for him, pointed at it with his wand and said "shrink quickly", then put the cloak that had been shrunk to an appropriate size around his body, and pulled up the hood to cover his Face.

During this process, the woman watched intently, her expression changing. She originally thought that Owen was an adult wizard who was not very tall, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a young wizard who seemed to have just reached school age. But she didn't think that the little wizard in front of her was someone to be trifled with. On the day of the black market, she saw with her own eyes that this little guy was extremely proficient in using dangerous and terrifying black magic like the Unforgivable Curse, and his black man was obviously a creation of black magic. Fog Shadow even killed many people.

"I am Natasha Valente." The woman said with a complex expression, "You can call me Natasha."

"Okay, Natasha, do you mind if I know what incident I am involved in?" Owen asked gently, his expression under the hood was calm and indifferent, and the wand in his hand was flipping flexibly on his fingertips.

"Go this way..." Natasha glanced at a figure approaching faintly from the alley on the other side, suddenly turned into the alley on the other side, and said to Owen.

After evading another round of pursuit, Natasha briefly and urgently told the whole story.

Natasha was born into a family of dark wizards in Knockturn Alley. Her only family members were her father and her brother, who was one year younger than her. The siblings don't know who their mother is. Their father is a complete dark wizard, brutal, ruthless and crazy, and even occasionally treats the siblings as experimental subjects.

The siblings are undoubtedly unlucky. They don't even have the chance to go to magic school. Although the two received notices from Hogwarts, they were rejected by their father as guardian. This situation is not uncommon among many dark wizard families and some pure-blood families, and it is impossible for Hogwarts to force them to do so. All young wizards of appropriate age go to school.

For dark wizards, sending their children to Hogwarts means having to deal with traces of traces on them during the holidays. In their view, going to a magic school is a complete waste of time and will make people naive and naive. weak. The children of dark wizards are basically dark wizards, and this is hard to change.

The two siblings grew up dependent on each other. Although their father was cold and crazy, he would still teach them some magic in normal times so that they could help. Until one day, their father stole the treasure that the Black Spirit Organization had worked so hard to obtain, and then ran away leaving the siblings behind.

The Black Spirit Organization is a large-scale dark wizard organization in the European magic world and one of the people behind the British wizard black market. When the furious leader Black Spirit ordered his men to arrest the thief, he also angered the innocent siblings. Perhaps he thought the siblings knew where their father was hiding.

During an attack, Natasha narrowly escapes, but her brother is caught. After doing everything possible to find out about her brother, she refused to join the Turant organization. Those people must have been eyeing the things his father had stolen, and they were just planning to use soft tactics.

She single-handedly sneaked into the black market to save people, but fell into a trap and was caught and tortured by a group of dark wizards. She also learned that her brother was dead.

After Owen broke into the black market to free her, she chased a dark wizard to a corner of the room, where she was suddenly thrown out of the tent and escaped by apparating in the chaos.

"I want revenge." Natasha said decisively, "Not only the Black Spirit Organization, but also my...father, I want to find him and kill him!"

"There is a very well-informed intelligence dealer here. I wanted to get information about my father from him, but I didn't expect that Hei Ling's people still came after me." She said bitterly.

"I understand." Owen nodded calmly, his mood not fluctuating at all.

After wandering around the alley for a long time, the two finally came to the door of a very dilapidated small hotel. Natasha raised her hand and knocked on the closed door five times. A skinny old man holding an oil lamp opened the door.

"Ah, I know you, the wanted criminal of the Black Spirit Organization." After inviting the two people in, the old man looked out alertly, then carefully closed the door and said in a voice like a broken bellows. "Why did you come to see me?"

"News about my father," Natasha said concisely.

"Haha, I just received a piece of information the day before yesterday. Where is your reward?" the old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and only a pair of bright eyes stared at the other party greedily.

"This is enough money." Natasha threw a bag of coins on the table.

The old man picked up the money bag and weighed it, then opened the bag and carefully rubbed the shining coins one by one. He said with satisfaction: "It's quite sincere. You can take this."

As he spoke, he threw Natasha a piece of parchment with dense secret words written on it, and said, "You know the rules here from "Curse and Counter-Curse" published the year before last." He was talking about the way to interpret the secret words.

Natasha quickly glanced at the secret message on the parchment, put it into her pocket, and threatened viciously: "If you dare to lie to me, be careful with your skin!"

"I never lie." The old man said slowly, "Remember to close the door."

Natasha opened the door first and walked out after observing the situation outside, followed closely by Owen. The two of them walked together into a small alley on one side for a while, when suddenly several men in black cloaks entered the alley on the other side. They shouted, "Found it!"

"Can you disapparate?" Natasha asked hastily.

"No." Owen said truthfully.

Natasha put her palm on his arm and waved her wand sharply. With a loud bang, the roars of several dark wizards and the whizzing spells, the two figures disappeared in an instant.

Owen felt like he was drilling through a thick rubber tube, and every part of his body was being squeezed, accompanied by an increasingly intense feeling of suffocation. Soon, his body became relaxed, and he opened his eyes and found himself standing in an unfamiliar mountain forest.

Natasha didn't wait for Owen to slow down and continued to apparate. After disapparating several times in a row, Owen felt like she was going to vomit. Then she stopped, her crimson eyes looked around warily, and her palms still firmly grasped Owen's arm.

"A few guys from Black Spirit know how to track the trajectory of apparation. I was caught up in this way several times." She explained to Owen, without relaxing her hold on Owen's hand.

"Okay, I should go back." Owen said calmly, just treat tonight as watching a show.

"Where is your home? If it's not far away, I can send you near your home." Natasha said, "Or I will send you to the nearest wizard family, and you can try to borrow their fireplace. "

"Let's borrow the fireplace." Owen looked at his surroundings. There was a Muggle village in front of him.

Natasha just nodded, and the two of them walked forward in silence. After a while, she said dullly: "At your age, it is best not to abuse black magic like the Unforgivable Curse. You are not an adult yet, and your mind and magic power They are all unstable and most easily affected by those very evil black magic..."

"Under normal circumstances, I won't use them." Owen said with a smile.

"Oh." Natasha was also a person of few words and continued to walk forward.

"It's just ahead..." After a moment, she pointed to a wooden house on the hillside. But before she finished speaking, she exclaimed.

Owen only had time to turn his face to her before he was pulled into the kaleidoscope of brilliant colors and flew forward rapidly with Natasha.

"Port key!" Owen suddenly realized. In order to be wary of someone catching up, Natasha never took her palm away from Owen's arm so that she could disapparate and escape at any time. Unexpectedly, she was dragged away by her now.

When he felt down to earth, Owen didn't have time to open his eyes and look around, so he quickly cast an iron armor spell on himself. His choice was correct. A curse came and was firmly blocked by the iron armor curse.

His vision finally fully recovered, and he found that he and Natasha were standing in a room that looked like a conference room, surrounded by black stone walls and surrounded by some stone chairs. A group of wizards in black cloaks surrounded the two of them, laughing cruelly and mockingly at them.

"Look who this is? Our cunning little girl Natasha is back." A black-robed wizard standing on a high platform said in a hoarse voice. The English in his mouth was dry and difficult to speak, and he was very unskilled. His cloak is obviously more gorgeous, and there is a green pattern printed on the chest, which should be the emblem of this organization.

"Tref!" Natasha raised her wand at him angrily and threw the parchment she bought from the intelligence dealer to the ground. "Bah, it's a portkey!"

Owen silently looked at the dark wizards around him and frowned slowly.