I, Hogwarts Second Week

——Thank you for the invitation, a dreamless night!

When Owen woke up with a dizzy head, it was already the afternoon of the same day.

It didn’t feel good to catch up on sleep, and I was still sleepy after waking up.

After taking a sip and placing the daily reserve of refreshing pills on the bedside table, the dizzy feeling slowly eased.

What a pick-me-up!

What a good thing.

Owen almost drank this stuff as milk tea.

To this end, he also developed many new flavors, such as jasmine tea, cloud green tea, refreshing grape, sunshine orange and so on.

I believe that Hermione and Percy who stayed up late would definitely be willing to pay a silver coin to buy a bottle.

Get up and go to the kitchen to have a meal first.

Woke up hungry.

After eating, he took a walk outside the castle.

Passing through the courtyard outside the clock tower, the only way to Hagrid's hut.

A big black dog covered in shaggy hair was hiding in a bush. Staring at him with straight eyes.

Owen froze on the spot.

?

Are you so bold?

This is no longer avoiding people!

He was not alone on this road, there were many young wizards coming and going in twos and threes. Some have even just returned from the Care of Magical Creatures class to the castle.

They all saw the big dog, and Owen.

However, due to Irving's reputation, they didn't have much courage to step forward and say hello.

"Are you so arrogant?" Owen raised his eyebrows and looked at Sirius.

Aren't you afraid that Professor Lupine will pass by and expose you?

Sure enough, he, a Hufflepuff, couldn't understand Gryffindor's brain circuit.

Just when Owen couldn't figure out who this big brother was who gave him the courage.

The big dog suddenly emerged from the grass. In front of all the little wizards, it swaggered across the grass and headed towards the Whomping Willow in the distance.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at Owen, fearing that he might not catch up.

Hahao(*￣︶￣*)o

Owen just glanced silently. Then--

Then he turned around and walked towards the castle.

As the saying goes, don’t talk to strangers, let alone wander around with strangers.

"Woof!" The big dog stood on a stone with some urgency and looked back at Owen.

Seeing that he had no intention of going over, she could only bar her teeth and scream to attract his attention.

"What's it called? I'll stew you carefully and eat dog meat in hot pot!"

Although he said this, his body still turned around honestly.

The grass was soft, and Owen soon followed Sirius to the vicinity of the Whomping Willow.

There are no little wizards here all year round. After all, the feeling of being beaten by a big tree is not good at all.

"What's wrong, Commissioner Gordon?"

"I didn't light up the bat lamp!" Owen continued to joke.

Sirius looked around and released his Animagus transformation.

While his body returned to its original shape, his right hand also pulled out the wand from his waist.

Then he stared at Owen fiercely, with a crazy light flashing from time to time in his eyes. Owen saw him staring closely at him, his muscles tensed up, and his fangs bared in an attack posture, like a predator that was choosing people. A vicious beast that eats.

"What's wrong with Doggy Godfather? Why are you looking at me like that?" Owen spread his hands and sat down on an exposed rock near the big tree. "You know I can't eat Buckbeak's meat, so you came here to deliver it to me." Is the head coming?”

"Shut up!" Sirius frantically raised his wand and stared at him like a madman, "Tell me, are you that person, Voldemort's lackey?"

? ? ?

Your idea.

Some challenge the limits of my imagination!

"I'm his father!" Owen rolled his eyes at Black, how could little Voldemort be so good!

It’s not Miss Riddle, why should I continue to work for him?

However, looking at Sirius's insane look, he probably had some guesses.

It was probably Peter Pettigrew who escaped from him or rescued Bella in front of him, making him feel that that guy was assigned by him.

"Haha - I really didn't expect that after ten years, there would be a little wizard who would be willing to become Voldemort's lackey and his supporter at such a young age." Sirius smiled gloomily while holding up the The wand moved closer to Owen step by step.

There was anger and hatred in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Did you lose your memory after being sucked by the dementors?" Owen narrowed his eyes, and his tone gradually changed from teasing to cold, "I am a Grindelwald through and through. Even the rubbish Voldemort deserves to be compared with my grandfather."

"You can insult my strength, but you can't insult my aesthetics! Who would recognize an ugly guy without a nose as the boss!"

"Did you let the traitor go and let him rescue the Death Eaters in Azkaban?" Sirius was scolded by Owen, and then reminded of his performance in Azkaban.

Could it be that my guess was wrong?

The madness in his eyes lessened a little, but he still didn't put down the wand in his hand.

"Those?" Owen was startled, and then he reacted.

"The whole Azkaban is empty now, you know?" Sirius roared!

After receiving Owen's advice, he returned to Azkaban without stopping!

As he expected, after a large number of Dementors were deployed, the entire defense of Azkaban was extremely empty.

Of course, although it is empty, it is not something that prisoners can escape at will.

But this was convenient for him. After simply dodging a few dementors, Sirius easily slipped into Azkaban again, and then - then he saw that the entire prison was empty! empty! ! !

Apart from the motionless corpse, there wasn't even a mouse in the cell!

This made Sirius feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

You must know that there are more than just Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban. At the bottom of the prison, at the deepest level, there are some evil dark wizards that even ordinary Death Eaters cannot match.

For them, killing someone is as simple as drinking water and brushing their teeth.

But now, those guys are gone, all gone!

It can be said that all the criminals arrested in the entire British Isles for decades disappeared overnight!

This made him how not to panic, how not to be angry, how not to ask Irving for an explanation.

"Hmm - has he broken free from the control of the Imperius Curse?" Owen was indifferent, sitting on the stone and playing with the tip of the grass.

No matter how strong the wind and rain outside are, it won't be able to blow into Hogwarts.

The old principal asked the dark wizards to suppress them with both hands and feet.

Who would come to Hogwarts impatiently?

"What do you mean?" Sirius heard Owen mutter.

His heart tightened.

Because suddenly a terrifying thought came to his mind, that is, everything the traitor did was the boy's plan.

"I mean, Peter broke free from the control of my Imperius Curse. The order I gave him was to rescue your cousin. Now he broke free from my control and used the portkey to rescue all the dark wizards. Anima Gus, this is really useful!

He did a pretty good job too! "

"Very good, this is very good!" Owen patted his butt, then stood up and said: "If you only rescue one person, it will look strange. Voldemort would not trust him, but now he has saved all the people. All the dark wizards were rescued. To this extent, even if Voldemort had a grudge against Peter, he would not say anything. After all, he had to take care of the emotions of the people below. They were all rescued by Peter, especially those black people who were not Death Eaters. wizard.

Yes, it was wonderful that he was rescued! "

"What do you want to do? What do you mean?" Sirius stared at Owen gloomily, his tone unkind.

"Use your brain. Voldemort has been hiding in the forests of Albania for so long, more than a year! What is he doing? What's his conspiracy? My plan is very simple. Bella is my magic material and a variable in my arrangement. , or a possible spy, it doesn't matter whether she jumps or not, the important thing is to let Voldemort get out of his safe house.

He has been hiding it for ten or a hundred years, until Dumbledore dies of old age."

Suddenly Owen seemed to have discovered a new world.

"Fuck! That's right! If I were Voldemort, I would have to endure it for fifty or sixty years. When Dumbledore dies of old age, wouldn't I be invincible?"

Damn it!

Why didn't I think of it during the week?

Thinking inertia?

Are you following the plot stupidly without realizing it?

Knock, I should live for fifty or sixty years, or even seventy or eighty years. No matter how long a wizard's lifespan is, he will never exceed two hundred years old. And what about Dumbledore?

He is at least one hundred and thirty years old.

With his character, he would never seek an extension of the Philosopher's Stone or anything like that.

After all, death is just the beginning of another great adventure!

Wait for Lao Deng to kick his legs and jump out again. Damn it, he will be invincible!

Damn it, I am really stupid!

After suddenly realizing this, Owen immediately lost his composure.

Because he wasn't a Death Eater now, and Voldemort was in hiding due to the shock of his first year. There's no guarantee he won't realize this method.

You know, with the Horcrux, he may live longer than Nick.

The Greek wizard who originally invented the Horcruxes, Herbo the Despicable, may still be alive today.

Lived for two thousand years.

If Voldemort had been hiding his remnant soul, they would never be able to find it even if they wanted to die!

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Sirius's face changed several times. The anger that had just calmed down suddenly rose to the sky again, and it was even stronger. He said to Owen in an angry and unbelievable tone: "Just for this? To lure Voldemort." Come out? Just for this bullshit reason, you actually controlled that traitor and released all the dark wizards in Azkaban?"

"Do you know how many innocent people may die tragically? Do you know that unpredictable disasters will occur throughout the British magical world, and even on the European continent!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and the hand holding the wand trembled, as if he was about to throw some red spell and knock Owen down in the next second.

"Is this what Dumbledore taught you? This is how he taught you!!!"

"Haha -" Owen suddenly lowered his head and let out a short laugh with downcast eyes, as if he heard some great joke, "First of all, Director Gordon, I did not control that dead rat to kill all the dark wizards. Release it.

He broke free of my Imperius Curse.

Secondly, let me ask, do you have any unrealistic fantasies about the mighty White Devil? "

Owen sneered. Then he said: "Dumbledore can lure Voldemort out and trick him into Hogwarts, why can't I let those dark wizards go?

Look, I'm just following the principal!

How correct!

Of course, there are some differences between him and me. Professor Dumbledore has absolute confidence in protecting the little wizard, and he can even give up his own life in times of crisis.

I'm different.

I want to say that it's none of my business if someone dies. Love me to death, just don't get my hands dirty. "

"Madman! You are a complete madman!" Sirius shouted crazily.

His face was sunken and sallow, and his long black hair was stained with oil and mud.

The trench coat he was wearing was ripped open by someone who had stolen it from some Muggle.

There were various bruises on the exposed skin.

It can be seen that he has definitely gone through many vicissitudes these days.

Only that handsome face, full of resentment, anger, and madness like a knife and an axe, can still show some of the romantic and suave days of the past.

"Madman." Owen nodded, as if being praised, "Sometimes, it does take a group of madmen to change the world."

He stood on the stone with his hands behind his back, looking down from a high position, looking at the boundless forest in the distance and the disharmonious black spots in the sky, those dementors.

Then, use calmness.

The words in a slowly exciting tone changed to talking about something else.

"Do you know why more and more young wizards are joining the Saints?"

There was solid stone under his feet, and he was surrounded by the cool breeze from the mountains.

The free wind blew his messy hair.

But it did not reduce his unruly momentum at all.

"You have been isolated from the world for so many years in Azkaban, and you can no longer see the world clearly."

"Trust me, you can't see clearly."

As dusk approaches, the sun leaves only a trace of residual blood in the sky.

That day, I was red and hot.

Sprinkle a pool of blood on the earth!

"Why do so many people still follow Grindelwald even though he has been silent for more than forty years?"

"Why do the Death Eaters become more determined and fanatical as time goes by? Are the purebloods even more determined?"

"Why does a crazy dark wizard appear in the magical world every once in a while?"

"From the senior Hogwarts student in the 18th century, to the fifth-year transfer student in the 19th century, then Grindelwald, and then Voldemort."

"Since the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy came into effect in 1692, in less than three hundred years, why do you think these wizards, who break people's imagination of the upper limit of dark wizards every time they appear, have emerged in endlessly?"

Owen lowered his head and stared at Sirius calmly.

"Have you ever thought that even if you kill a Voldemort, a Voldemort or Voldemort will appear a few decades later?"

"Have you ever thought that it's not the people? It's not even blood, wealth, or region?"

"What do you want to say?" Sirius still shook his wand and pointed at him.

His expression was still disdainful.

He is not one of those fools who are casually bewitched by Voldemort and Grindelwald.

"I want to say~" Owen slowly stopped, then raised his arrogant head, with a clear light in his eyes: "Have you ever thought that Grindelwald's ideas are right?"

"Right?" Sirius smiled ferociously as if he had heard some funny joke, "Do you mean that he personally killed at least dozens of Aurors from various countries, or did he try to subvert the entire wizarding world and expose wizards to the world? In front of Muggles?"

"Ignorance!" Owen said these two words faintly from his mouth.

“Truth does not change because of the cruelty of the means used.

Open your eyes and look at the sky!

Two hundred years ago, that still belonged only to wizards.

And today, at this very moment, there are at least hundreds of thousands of Muggles flying in the sky around the world.

So I would like to ask, what about two hundred years from now?

The decline of wizards is staggering.

In the final analysis, this is caused by the incompetence of the International Federation of Wizards.

The world ruled by the Federation is a plague.

It castrates the wizard's mind like a castrated pig!

Use the cruelty called "peace-evolution" that you can't see to cut off the last spirit of resistance in the wizard bit by bit.

Do you think dark wizards are just a bunch of brainless lunatics?

Your narrow vision is limited to the bottom of this remote well, under this tree, at the entrance of that cave! What you don't know is that whether it is Voldemort or any dark wizard, their essence is to resist this suffocating and rigid social system.

Regardless of their direction! No matter what the means! no matter what the result is!

As long as the prison remains, generations of wizards will follow! "

Owen joked, using a cruel tone, tearing apart the essence of the world bit by bit and showing it in front of Sirius, "Even Dumbledore is the gatekeeper of this corrupt system, or something even more indecent. word!"

"Did you think you escaped Azkaban?"

"Do you think it's not a prison if there are no cold walls around it?"

"Do you think it's just Dementors that absorb happiness?"

"Don't you always want to know my plan?"

"Okay, I'll tell you!" He opened his hands, like a fanatical believer, embracing his ideal that he would not let go until he drowned.

Then, he said in a bewitching and passionate tone: "This world needs a demon king! I will make Voldemort the most terrifying demon king in the world, far beyond the previous demon king, if he can!"

"Then, my grandfather, Grindelwald, will act like a hero and knock him down, kill him, and reduce him to ashes!

At that time, his prestige will surpass that of Dumbledore and any wizard on this planet. That will be the beginning of my plan! "

"Reorganize! Unite! Unify! Open up!"

“A hundred years from now, while you are still mourning those weeping souls, we have already built a colonial base on Europa!

This is the gap between us, do you understand? ! ! "

Impassioned words floated across the clearing.

At this moment, Owen seemed to overlap with the elegant figure who once was in Paris, at Père Lachaise Cemetery.

Sirius's expression froze, and he stared at Owen with an indescribable look.

The gray eyes were full of unbelievable shock and fear.

He listened to what Owen said.

He knew better than Owen about the darkness in the Ministry of Magic.

He was thrown into Azkaban without any trial.

But - if what the boy in front of him said is true, then his so-called plan will put countless people, countless families, and countless people who originally lived peacefully into crisis, or even death.

And this is not what he wants to see.

"Have you considered the consequences?" Sirius, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said.

He could no longer tell whether the wand in his hand was raised or lowered.

"There is only one true freedom in a person's life, and that is when he is not afraid of losing.

A truly free soul will be driven crazy by even the slightest restraint.

We still have options.

It's now! Owen said slowly.

There was an inexplicable attraction about him. Like streetlights attracting nameless moths at night.

"We declare war not to protect ourselves from dark wizards, nor to fight for our own privileges.

This is a fucking war of the people against oppression.

Sacrifice, death, we are already prepared for these. "

"You don't have to join us, but you can't be an obstacle."

Sirius seemed a little touched.

His hand slowly lowered.

But at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came closer and closer.

This excitement was suddenly broken.

Blake's keen eyes were deep, and he glanced at Owen complicatedly.

Then he immediately cast Animagus, and then the big dog jumped into the tree hole.

Owen stood there. After a moment, he squinted his eyes under the dazzling bright light. It took him a while to get used to it, and then he saw clearly that it was Professor Lupine.

"Professor Lupine?!"

"It turns out to be you! I heard a noise when I was checking the owl room. Why are you outside the castle? Who are you talking to?" Lupine looked at Owen in surprise and said in a concerned tone, "It's very dangerous here, Deng. Bullido asked all students to assemble in the auditorium."

Although Professor Lupine hid it very well, the shock in his eyes still made Owen realize that he must have arrived long ago and even listened to the whole "lecture".

"Okay professor!"

He should even have seen Sirius Black.

However, since the other party chose to conceal it, then he had nothing to expose.

Perhaps, Lu Ping didn't believe from the bottom of his heart that those murders and arson would be done by his close friends.

The two walked in tandem.

From a distance, it looks like he is being escorted

After returning to the castle, they just turned the corner of the foyer and saw Dumbledore and Snape standing outside the auditorium, talking about something.

"Someone in Hogsmeade claimed to have seen traces of Black." Snape whispered.

"Very good, it seems that we are not too far away from catching him." Dumbledore said calmly.

"However, I want to say that that person may have entered Hogwarts Castle. After all, there is a relevant person in our teaching team." Snape squinted his eyes and said, "I think we must strengthen this aspect. alert."

"What do you want to say, Severus?"

"Perhaps, it seems, almost impossible, Blake wouldn't be able to get into this school without internal help. You know what I mean. I did express my concern. Before you accept your fate."

"I don't trust anyone in this castle to help Black get in," Dumbledore said, his tone making it clear that this was the end of the matter, so Snape didn't answer.

I don’t know if everyone can accept this writing?