I, Hogwarts Second Week

On the British Isles, on an isolated island in the North Sea, in a castle called Azkaban, a child who looked like he was only a teenager was shouting earnestly through the iron fence to the huddled prisoner in the corner of the prison. .

"Friend, do you know Grindelwald?"

"Let's join the Saints and bring down the Ministry of Magic together!"

Seeing that the man with dull eyes was unmoved, Owen continued to raise the stakes and shouted: "As long as you are willing to join the Saints, I will take you out!"

"Or fulfill any wish you have!"

"I - I want you to shut up!" The unbearable man raised his head numbly and shouted in a dry voice.

"Hiss - Ouch! What a man you are, rebellious -" Owen rolled his eyes at the big dog and immediately ran towards another cell.

"Pen—Madam, do you want to know about Grindelwald?"

Not far from Sirius's cell was where a group of Death Eaters were imprisoned. As Voldemort's most loyal 'lackey', he was naturally imprisoned with a group of Death Eaters.

And his cousin, the famous snake-licking expert Bella, was only one room away from him.

Touching the dark, damp, and smelly corridor, Owen quickly found the crazy woman.

"roll!"

"okay!"

Compared to Sirius, the Death Eaters were much colder. Being cared for crazily by the Dementors, they had little energy to talk to him anymore, and they were not in the mood.

Every day I was in a state of confusion, fearing that one day if some dementor sucked too hard, my poor soul would become their pitiful food.

On days like this, anyone would be numb.

This is why Azkaban has never had a wizard escape from prison in all these years.

Apart from anything else, even if the Dementors generously released people from the castle, how many people would be able to cross the sea with their thin bodies without the help of magic?

Not those Death Eaters.

Neither can Owen himself.

"Hey! That crazy kid."

Just as Owen was preparing to fool the next family without any discouragement, a dry voice suddenly came from the silent corridor.

He turned around and looked into Bella's crazy eyes.

She opened her mouth, revealing her incomplete set of big yellow teeth and said, "How did you get here?"

Bella, who had a head full of dead branches, a face full of dirt, and a body that looked like a corpse lying in the sewer, was suddenly very interested in the child in front of her.

Azkaban is as deep as a deep pool, and not much happens every day.

"The old dog Fudge deceived me, but I can't bear to be a gangster. Is there any law in this British world? Is there any law?" Owen stood in the dark corridor, performing a one-man show, "Me! Is it appropriate for a thirteen-year-old little wizard to pick me up and throw me indiscriminately into Azkaban just because I spit on him twice?"

"Does it fit?"

He asked himself and then said: "This is inappropriate."

"The power of wizards is in the hands of this kind of insect. How can we run the British magical world well?"

"If I have the basics, all the ordinary people in the world will have nothing to worry about!"

"Hahaha——" Owen's words caused laughter from many Death Eaters present. They seemed to have not laughed for a long time, and their voices were sharp and hoarse, making the listeners' hair stand on end.

But Owen, as the protagonist, was not affected by the crowd at all. He still gave a speech to himself, "However, the sky has changed, and artifacts have become easier. Today's Magic Federation is in a state of decay. If a righteous man stands up and shouts, then All the wind and clouds in the world respond!”

"At that time, it is still unclear how many people will dominate and how many will dominate!"

As he spoke, after he took out his sleeve, Mr. Ober Bennie secretly handed the wand back to him, and with a slight wave, a ball of fluorescent light flew out from the tip of the wand, illuminating the sky above his head.

——Give yourself a light!

"Today there is a person with extraordinary strength, many followers, and connections all over the world. He has the White Wizard Dumbledore as his backup, and the Saints of Paris as his backup. Friends, my wizard brothers and sisters, there is no future for following Voldemort - —”

"Come - join the Saints organization with me, for the future of wizards, for the greater good, for Grindelwald!"

His words were deafening, but the entire corridor fell into silence.

Everyone was silent, no one spoke.

"Pfft--" Suddenly a sneer broke the tranquility.

"What kind of idiot is this? I dare say your mother is definitely a **, otherwise how could she have given birth to a child as delirious as you?" The shouting voice came from the prison not far away from Bella.

Owen put his hands behind his back and looked over there slightly. The next second, a ray of fluorescent light above his head automatically separated, and the light drifted into the distance, illuminating the talkative guy out of the darkness.

It was a skinny man with a ferocious face.

He looked a bit old, at least forty or fifty years old.

The eyes are deeply sunken and the lips are cracked. There was a terrifying scar on his face.

It's like the whole face is divided into two halves. It's hard to believe that his face can still stick together like this.

"I wonder what the name of this loser with a kind of brain-deficient beauty is, and where he comes from?" Owen actually had no impression of this man.

You know, as a former demon king, he had a relationship with all Death Eaters.

He has even seen some of the spies and Death Eaters hiding in the Ministry of Magic.

But this one - I'm sorry, it's so ugly. If he had seen it, he would definitely remember it for the rest of his life.

"Origin?" As if he had been stepped on, the man suddenly became excited, and then shouted loudly: "Looking at your appearance, you can tell that you are not a mudblood, but also a mixed-blood!"

The man grinned and mocked: "How can I express my noble bloodline from your despicable mouth?"

"Hey - you are so brave!" Owen walked away, looking at the eyes of the Death Eaters watching the show.

I saw him stretching out his wand and coldly spitting out a magic spell: "Cruciatus!"

The red curse hit the man's body instantly, and then he rolled and struggled as if he was electrocuted, his eyes rolling up crazily. His teeth were chattering.

"A heartbreaking carpal bone!!"

Owen stood in front of his cage, squatted down slowly, and scratched his itchy calf. He put his right hand on his knee and supported his face. On the other hand, he held the wand between his middle and index fingers, with his palm turned up. Held it very lazily.

"A heartbreaking carpal!!!"

The third spell hit the man's body.

This time his twitching frequency was faster, his body curled up on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Ouch! Does it hurt so much?"

The invisible blade flew past, it was - Shen Feng Wuying, the invisible blade directly cut off the man's left index finger.

"Recover quickly——"

The green fluorescence lit up, and Shen Feng Wuying solved the curse and connected the finger.

"Shen Feng Wu Ying——"

This time it's the ears.

Next comes the nose.

Next comes the eyes.

"Oh! I'm so evil!" A bad boy who was squatting on the ground and burning the ant nest with fire suddenly smiled shyly and raised his hand to cast the spell.

The next second, all the black magic on the ant disappeared.

"Dang!" Owen tapped the railing with his wand, and a crisp sound instantly sounded in the corridor.

Here - it's eerily quiet.

All the sneers stopped abruptly, and no one dared to make even a strange sound to him.

And the Death Eaters seemed to understand why the boy was imprisoned in Azkaban.

"That little loser over there, you are so rude!"

"What's your name? Where are you from?" he asked.

"While I still have some patience."

The boy smiled kindly, his face like the frost in midwinter.

"Matt-Matt Rozier!"

The man's teeth chattered several times, and his eyes were filled with fear and resentment.

Like a wounded snake, always looking for revenge.

"Rozier?" Irving muttered this ancient surname.

Rosier, an ancient pure-blood wizard family, one of the twenty-eight holy clans. Originating in France, it has blood relations with the Black, Lestrange, Malfoy and other families.

Of course, Owen has some impression of this surname mainly because of his grandfather's butler, Wenda Rozier. She was born in this elegant pure-blood family.

Uh-huh - looking at this guy in front of me, tsk tsk - he's just putting this surname in a bad light.

"I wonder if you have heard of a name, Wenda Rozier." He asked casually, without any expectations for the possible answer.

"You -" The man seemed shocked that Owen could pronounce that name, but he was frightened by Owen's wand, which made him dare not lie. He could only say: "She, she is my distant aunt."

"Aunt?" Hearing this, Owen nodded and slowly put the wand into his sleeve.

"I met her decades ago, in Denmark. She seemed to be executing some plan, and she also had a daughter."

"I never thought that a woman like that would give birth to a child for that man." Matt Rozier said in a daze. His cloudy eyes made it difficult to tell whether he was describing memories or his own wet dreams. .

"You just mentioned Grindelwald, right? Dumbledore's men were defeated. My aunt seemed to love that man very much. Maybe that daughter is Grindelwald's child."

"impossible--"

"Absolutely impossible -" Owen shook his head, "There is no way to pursue a straight woman." He didn't intend to explain anything to passers-by who didn't know the truth.

"Then, you investigated? What was she doing?"

"No, the great Dark Lord needs my loyalty. How can I have time to fight for an old woman, especially when she chooses to follow a loser, a stepping stone for Dumbledore."

"Oh~" Owen chuckled, and the wand on his sleeve fell into his hand again, "Legilimency——"

"Avada Kedavra--"

The dazzling green light was accompanied by a burst of chaotic sounds, as if the invisible god of death flew through the air and crushed the ant to death.

Matt Rozier was knocked out by the curse and fell heavily to the ground, making no sound.