I, Hogwarts Second Week

"You always have another option."

"Then die!"

Owen spoke calmly, then stood up, staggering slightly on his feet that were numb from squatting.

Then he stretched out his hand and tapped it to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

Immediately, he raised his head and looked at the serious prisoners in the deepest prison without any scruples, "About Grindelwald and the legend of the saint, I think everyone in prison has heard of it! "

"And the prophecy that ultimately led to Voldemort's downfall, the legendary savior, Harry Potter." His voice echoed in the corridor.

The sudden death shocked everyone. Although they had long been accustomed to death, and people even died at the hands of dementors every day, the sudden death of Matt Rozier at the hands of a little wizard still made everyone It was hard to accept for a while.

And this includes Sirius, who is attracted by the name Harry Potter.

"Boring prophecies, whimsical. Stories like the savior will also be believed by wizards, but that idiot Voldemort easily believed in this prophecy. He raided the Potters, thus making this prophecy become a reality. Stupid and ignorant. ."

"I don't care about your fight with Dumbledore, but it is obvious now that there can only be one leader in this world, and that is: Grindelwald!"

"Or, me!!!"

Owen spread his hands and walked lazily in front of each Death Eater's prison. He was wearing a black robe, a small gray suit, a brown bow tie, and a pair of shorts with Batman printed on them. Wearing a pair of Spider-Man co-branded slippers.

"I don't know if you are ready to face the fate of being ruled by us, but we are ready anyway."

"The Saints will endure obstacles, they will encounter resistance, but we will not stop."

In the damp corridor, countless fluorescent lights flew out from the one above Owen's head, illuminating every prison around him.

"You can either choose to join, obey and support us. Or you can choose to be completely erased."

"Of course - as the good guys camp, you can choose to stand behind us, but you are not allowed to stand opposite us."

He looked like a true leader, his gray eyes passing over those thin bodies.

"But before that, I have to declare in advance that I don't have time - and of course, I don't have that much kindness to reason with those who dare to stand up against me."

"If next, you are worried that your answer will lead to death, then congratulations, you are right to worry."

"Then - it starts with you!" As he spoke, Owen raised his wand, pointed it at a prisoner in the prison and said, "Submit or die."

"Oh, you idiot - long live the Dark Lord!" the foolish and loyal prisoner shouted without thinking.

The next second, green light flashed. Death is on the verge of the next lucky person.

"What about you?" Owen turned his head unmoved and looked at the next ant.

"Why are you doing this, what's in it for you." Death plundered the air around the other ant, suffocating him.

The suppressed emotions suddenly burst out, and the ant roared with claws and teeth.

"Well - let's open the skylight and speak frankly."

"As a future enemy, I must cherish every opportunity to destroy you all."

"Now that I have this opportunity, why do I have to lay mine for myself?" Owen weighed the wand and continued with a smile: "Perhaps you will think that this kind of thing that has never happened in the future will be regarded as reality and clean up. Your actions are absolutely ridiculous.”

“But I call it: efficient!”

"Okay Mr. Mulciber, it's time for you to answer the question." Owen knocked on the railing, and the clear sound was like the footsteps of death, constantly impacting the fragile heart of the ant.

"I can't!" Mulciber bit his lip and shook his head resolutely. He looked at Owen's figure bathed in fluorescence, and a sneer slowly formed at the corner of his mouth, "You are wasting your efforts. If we were the kind of wallflowers like Karkaroff, we wouldn't be locked up here. "

"You are doomed to be in vain."

"In vain?" Owen shrugged, "What's in vain? It's just a matter of raising your hand."

"Relaxing and enjoyable. You don't really think that I or Grindelwald need subordinates like you! I'm just teasing you!" A flash of transparent dark green suddenly flashed through the white fluorescent world again, and among the crowd of eaters Looking at the angry, horrified, and frightened Dead Apostles, Owen walked straight to the next cell.

"hehe--"

In the next room, before the Dark Lord opened his mouth, the people inside let out a crazy, sharp laugh.

That is, Bellatrix Lestrange

This is a woman with the typical beauty and arrogant manners common to the Black family. She is tall, has thick shiny black hair, a thick jaw, thin lips, heavy eyelids and thick long eyelashes.

Although she looks dirty now, if you can imagine, she was definitely a beauty when she was young!

Owen knew her very well - he even knew her thoughts better than Bella herself.

In 1951, Bella was born into the Black family, a pure-blood family that believes in "eternal purity." Her father was Signus Black III and her mother was Druella Black (maiden name Rozier).

In other words, Bella is half of Rozier's blood, and may be related to the Rozier just now.

Cousin relationship.

Owen guessed.

Facing this particular Death Eater, Owen had an unimaginable level of patience.

So much so that he didn't take Aunt Bei's ridicule seriously and even responded with a smile.

As the woman he paid the most attention to in the week, Owen spent more time on Bella than even Miss Riddle.

Because she is his most important 'research material', important research material on 'Patron Magic and White Magic'. He almost succeeded in one project, but in the end due to time constraints and the sudden collapse of the Death Eaters, the research was forced to stop. His experimental material died in the battle.

This time, he had contact with this special witch two years in advance, and he believed that there would definitely be surprising research results this time.

"Oh my! Why are you so hostile? Don't tell me that you still have any feelings for the losers over there." Owen said with a smile.

Her life experiences automatically came to mind.

Speaking of Bellatrix (born in 1951), we have to mention her father, Signus Black (born in 1938). ps: I guess Rowling made a mistake, but it doesn’t affect our imagination.

If you look carefully enough, you will magically find that 1951-1932=13.

In other words, Bella's father should be his eldest daughter, Bella, who was born when he was 12 years old.

Even younger than Owen is now.

Let us guess, if a twelve-year-old kid suddenly has a daughter, will he become a qualified father?

The result is obvious. A product of child marriage naturally has no education at all. As the eldest daughter of the Black family, she lacks any elegance and nobility of that ancient family. In this regard, she is even inferior to her brother Sirius who betrayed the family.

From the moment she appeared on the scene, she appeared to be arrogant, unabashed, and abusive. Until her death, she looked like a shrew who only knew how to curse.

She shouldn't have entered Slytherin House at all. She didn't have any of the qualities of Slytherin. She was stupid, irritable, and without any scheming. Except for her bloodline, she should have entered Gryffindor.

Moreover, she seems to have a special liking for the Cruciatus Curse and the abuse of the weak, and she can take great pleasure in torturing others. This proves in disguise that her childhood was definitely not normal, and that she may be the product of close relatives, born with mental illness, and also proves that She was definitely not a good fit for Slytherin.

What does Salazar's Slytherin look like - ambitious, shrewd, honorable, sizing up situations, being prudent in protecting oneself, and winning first. May I ask which of the above qualities are related to this crazy woman?

Owen couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.

If it was not Voldemort who opened the Chamber of Secrets, but Salazar himself, then the first thing he would cleanse would be his academy, and at least two-thirds of the people would die or be expelled.

Those silly little snakes are still expecting Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets to be opened. It's so stupid that it makes people laugh.

As for Bella's love for Voldemort, in Owen's opinion, besides being ridiculous, it is more of a joy. What a good research material!

About the human heart, about white magic, about the magic of love, and about the patron saint.

First of all, Owen can conclude that Tom, the product of a love potion, will never fall in love with Bella. Secondly, does Bella really love Tom?

Or is this relationship really love?

After a week of experience, Owen can know for sure that it is not love at all. Being infatuated with a father who is powerful, surly, bitter, cruel, and strong may be the explanation of this abnormal relationship.

Because when she was a child, her young father did not stand up to protect her when she was oppressed by her family. When she grew up, her dependence on powerful men of her father's age became her obsession.

And what Irving wants is obsession.

Without obsession, those emotionally demanding magics would still be useless.

I am not afraid that you will love the wrong person, but I am afraid that you will not love me at all.

People like Tom who are born with dysfunction who don't know what emotions are are truly hopeless.

"Boy, your eyes are disgusting." Aunt Bei's mocking expression slowly turned gloomy because she saw the boy outside the iron cage had a rather strange look in his own eyes.

Kind

"Oh, have you noticed?" Owen put away the wand with a smile, then pointed at his eyes and said, "Did you see it? This is full of father's love!"

A twelve-year-old boy gave birth to a girl, and then a thirteen-year-old man became a father. Yeah—no problem, that's a good fit.