I, Hogwarts Second Week

That idiot is called Herman Carlo.

The look in his eyes became more and more perverted.

It was as if he was already thinking about how to cut himself into pieces.

The greasy look in his eyes made even a perverted old man like Owen feel perverted.

He had no doubt that the old guy must have done dark magic experiments on young wizards.

And he also believed that those caught by the salty old man with a strong temperament were definitely Muggles or mixed-bloods, children of wizard traitors that purebloods considered.

Lost~

It's hard to imagine that Dumbledore would let such a person live in this world.

"What a waste of air!"

Owen shook his head. His eyes became increasingly dangerous.

The other party looked at him like fish on the chopping board.

He looked at the other person like a dry bone in a graveyard.

Um--

Now that he has said it.

He is Dumbledore's heir.

Then - let him, the heir, correct the old principal's mistakes!

"In that case, is it the dog raised by Voldemort?"

"Interesting, when did he get together with the Deathborn?" Owen raised his eyebrows, not hiding his mockery of Voldemort.

"Isn't it because you are escaping death and want to become a dead person? From a human to a beast?"

"Oh~ no~ he has become an animal, a snake~"

"What did you say!" The Death Eaters around him instantly rioted.

Their eyes turned from joking at first to angry in an instant. They all stared at Owen with bloodthirsty and cautious eyes.

Although the Death Eaters are already on the verge of an uprising.

Yes, Owen.

That evil spirit brought too great a psychological impact on the Death Eaters in Azkaban.

Say it without hesitation.

Most of them are afraid of children under the age of fourteen.

That kind of fear only exists when facing Voldemort.

"Hmph~" The evil spirit snorted softly.

Those cautious eyes naturally fell on him.

yes!

fear!

The most primal fear.

The long peaceful life in Azkaban has worn away their little courage.

Being more crazy does not mean fearing death.

And now.

This is when this bud of fear thrives.

It will turn into its most indestructible wings.

Those wings are enough for him to cut through the darkness.

It ends up being another source of fear that replaces the current source of fear creation.

"You are very talented, young man." Old Herman Carlo, still speaking from a high position, said the last words that every villain would say.

"You should join us. Here, you will learn magic that is far better than Hogwarts. That is the real magic!"

His eyes were fiery.

The tone was full of nonchalance.

He is not prepared to spend too much energy on Irving. Even though Bella had mentioned the boy's terror in his ears countless times.

"Really?" Hearing this, Owen smiled shyly, waved his hand, and summoned Sirocco to come over.

The little thing jumped into his arms.

"But I have a doubt!" He caressed Sirok's head and said leisurely.

"Say it!" Old Herman Carlo opened his hands and said fearlessly.

It's like time went back thirty years ago.

"exactly!"

The next second.

Shilok's whole body suddenly lit up with golden light.

Then, Owen disappeared.

Wait until he appears again.

Already behind that self-righteous idiot.

"Avada~"

Death flashed his scythe.

"Demand for life!"

The next second, the sickle fell.

A stupid soul is taken away by death.

There were no obstacles during the whole process, it was as easy as eating and drinking!

"How can you say such a thing if you are so weak?"

"Yes! My dear - Death Eaters!"

"Hahahaha~"

A crazy and extremely cruel smile came from Owen's mouth.

He was like an evil spirit from the vestibule of hell, excitedly looking at the food he had thrown into his trap.

Ever since entering the Forbidden Forest, Owen has been fighting against the Deadborn.

The unkillable monster caused him unbearable pain.

Owen almost wondered if it was time to sharpen the knife of his big gnawing melon. How could it be so dull?

"boom!"

The passerby character falls to the ground.

There was a sudden burst of snowflakes.

The next second, as if a signal was triggered, countless spells hit him.

Colorful spells, carrying the aura of destruction or death, spread throughout the Forbidden Forest.

But the response to death was a mocking sound that was extremely crazy.

Owen was laughing at death, and at this group of Death Eaters who overestimated their abilities.

"Why so serious?"

The forest echoed with his presence.

With the golden light flashing continuously.

Owen's figure became illusory and blurred, a visual afterimage left behind by going too fast.

"How about I tell you a story!" he said.

"a long time ago."

"My father was still in Africa at that time, a Muggle mercenary, just like you. He and a few friends worked for the local Muggle government. The government wanted to use some gems to appease the tribal leaders."

"In France, this happens all the time."

In the darkness, the light was still flickering. After each flash, a green light will light up.

Maybe, that green light took away a soul, but no one noticed it.

"But in a forest in northern West Africa, the gem was stolen by a robber."

"After that, my father was ordered to start investigating the whereabouts of these gems."

In the forest, every flash of golden light could clearly illuminate the exclamation expressions of the Death Eaters. They were either nervous, fearful, or flinching. In short, everyone was shouting crazily.

The sounds of curses, screams, and falls are endless.

"For half a year, he didn't trade with anyone. One day, my father saw a child playing with a red gem the size of an orange on the roadside. It turned out that the bandit had thrown away all the gems."

The sounds rise and fall like a symphony.

As the movement reaches its climax, the golden light has begun to produce afterimages.

"He lost it because he thought it was funny."

"Some people don't want something as logical as money. You can't bribe or threaten them, let alone reason or negotiate with them."

The story of the evil ghost continues, and he seems to appear everywhere at the same time.

One person can crush all the Death Eaters!

"Sometimes, some people just like the world to go crazy!"

"Soul Torrent!"

A flash, distance.

The ghostly figure held the wand high, and the terrifying magic power merged into the wand at his hand, and then invisible waves spread around.

A certain rhythm danced on the tip of his staff.

Then he thrust his wand forward sharply.

A dazzling blue beam of light, like flowing water or silk woven with light, instantly drowned all the Death Eaters present.

The powerful magic power lasted for several seconds before slowly dissipating.

"What a pity~"

Looking at the fainted Death Eaters in the forest, Owen pursed his lips, seemingly not satisfied with his victory.

Although he had just used Shilok's transformation to force a wave of output.

But the effect is not very good.

Except for that idiot on the ground.

Only two Death Eaters fell.

And this is a bit embarrassing.

There was no way, the speed was too fast, and he was not Namikaze Minato. Casting a spell with a wand was like aiming a gun, and it also required accuracy.

It's stupid to throw magic randomly.

He was so disgusted by the dead man that he rushed away as soon as his head became hot.

Now, Shilok was curled up in his arms tiredly.

At once, he used all his flashes.

Now that the skill CD is gone, I have no power to fight anymore!

But that’s it!

Fear is good medicine.

You see, the Death Eaters who took the medicine are so cowardly.

Even though he clearly didn't have much room to escape, they made people dare not act rashly.

That's what makes his flashy attacks and storytelling possible.

Fear, ah! Fear will eventually breed sweet fruits.

"Let's go!"

He whispered towards Sirius.

At this time, the dog godfather was still in a state of confusion. He looked at the ghost-like boy in great surprise, and the most primitive fear could not be stopped from spreading in his eyes.

Is this—really just a fourteen-year-old child?

——————

On the other side, Hogwarts Castle.

In the auditorium.

Harry and Hermione were sitting uneasily on the Gryffindor bench with the little wizards around them.

The flames in the brazier rose and continuously delivered heat, making the entire auditorium warm and dry.

"We can't stay here and do nothing, Hermione!" Harry turned his head sharply, and then said irritably, "The castle was attacked by outsiders. I can guarantee that it was the unkillable monster who attacked Lu. Professor Ping.”

"No, Harry!" Hermione shook her head and hurriedly stopped him, "We can't defeat him. Don't cause trouble to the professors and Aurors at this time."

"I"

After hearing her words, Harry clenched the wand in his hand and remained silent.

This feeling of sitting here, waiting, as if it were the judgment of fate, is really uncomfortable.

He would rather go out and fight with the enemy!

At least that's what he tried to do.

Instead of staying here waiting to die like now.

Everyone, Ron, Neville and the others looked sideways at Harry.

In fact, they are reluctant to stay here.

None of the young wizards from the other three houses are willing to stay here.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was very bad.

Depressing, dull, and terrifying, as if they were a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

He could be killed at any time.

"The professors won't allow us to go out!" Hermione looked sideways at the podium, where except for Professor Dumbledore, none of the other professors were present.

Even Professor McGonagall was nowhere to be seen.

"We don't need the professor's permission!" Harry said displeased.

"We are no longer children. Owen is not here on the Hufflepuff bench. Where is he? He"

Before Harry could finish his words, there was a dull explosion outside the castle.

Then the door of the auditorium was pushed open.

The young wizards subconsciously looked towards the door.

I saw a group of silver light rushing in.

Then an elegant, sparkling lynx poked its head out of the light.

A voice then sounded.

It was a voice familiar to Harry and Hermione.

The voice of an Auror named Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"They are here. Minister of Magic Fudge is dead. Dumbledore, we need your help!"

After saying that, the lynx patron saint turned into a bright light and disappeared from the place.

"???"

"What did he just say?" Harry asked hurriedly, looking at Hermione with shock in his eyes.

What greeted him was Hermione's eyes with the same disbelief.

"Fudge. Fudge is dead?"

"Fudge is dead?"

"The Minister of Magic is dead?"

"Has the Ministry of Magic collapsed?"

"What happened?"

In an instant, the little wizards in the entire auditorium started shouting like crazy.

They talked to each other recklessly.

The sound almost lifted the ceiling of the auditorium.

"Quiet!!!"

At this time, Dumbledore stood up, and with the blessing of the Loud Voice Curse, his majestic voice penetrated into the ears of every young wizard.

After that, he stood up and walked through the little wizards.

Then go through the auditorium door.

Harry, Hermione and the other young wizards followed him in confusion.

Together with Dumbledore, they arrived at the entrance hall.

Standing on the high ground of the gate, everyone could see the light of fire reaching into the sky in the distance.

The flashes of various magic spells and the screams brought by the wind were endless.

That's Hogsmeade!

"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed.

Even though the distance was so far away, she could still imagine what kind of battle was going on there.

"Look there!" At this moment, Harry noticed the side of the Forbidden Forest.

It seemed to be the edge of the sky, where the same fire was soaring into the sky.

The cold wind was blowing, and everyone present felt frightened for a moment.

Above the sky, darkness surged.

Countless clouds roared past, cheering and jumping for joy. The number is staggering.

In an instant, the entire castle was surrounded by despair and coldness.

The cold air descended slowly from the sky.

Harry felt that his happiness was disappearing rapidly.

Then came all kinds of depressing and painful memories.

"Oh my God, it's snowing. Are those Dementors?"

In the darkness, white snowflakes floated, and then it left no room for preparation.

All of a sudden, heavy snow came.

Just as all the little wizards were vigilantly taking out their wands from their pockets, just in case.

In the distance, several people were walking over the bridge of the castle.

The leader was a wizard with a serious expression.

His back was straight and his movements were stiff. He was wearing spotless black robes and his shoes were polished. The striking short mustache on his face seemed to have been trimmed with a sliding ruler.

Harry had never seen a wizard with such a rigorous lifestyle.

If it weren't for the wizard robe he was wearing, he would have thought that this guy was the manager of his uncle's company.

And beside him, there was a woman wearing pink clothes who looked like a big pale toad.

She is short and fat, with a broad, saggy face, a big mouth drooping downward, and her eyes are large, round, and slightly bulging outward.

"Albus!"

The visitors were none other than Barty Cratchit, the then director of the Department of International Magical Exchange, and Umbridge, the assistant to the minister.

"What happened?" The old principal protected the young wizards behind him.

His face had never shown such caution as it did today.

He asked before Barty Cratchit even approached.

Hearing the sound, this official with a high reputation in the Ministry of Magic stopped, and then said in an urgent and worried tone: "The Minister of Magic is dead."

I worked overtime until after nine o'clock today and it's already ten o'clock when I got home. After having a meal, it's too late to write. It's so uncomfortable╯﹏╰! Uncomfortable╯﹏╰