I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 188 Gold Wolverine?

"Huh? The delicious little kid from Hogwarts?"

He looked extremely excited, throwing back his head and letting out a hissing growl.

The voice was strange, something Owen had never heard before.

He could guarantee that this was definitely not something a human could send out.

The man looked at Owen and grinned, showing sharp, yellow teeth.

"Owen, be careful!!!" a girl's voice sounded.

The moment the man pounced on Owen, a red spell flew from a distance and hit the man directly.

The powerful spell knocked the man away.

It crashed into a nearby store. It took several counters being smashed before he could stop.

The power of this curse is really terrifying.

"Actually - Phew! I'm ready to kill him." He took a deep breath and suppressed his racing heart to calm down.

Owen raised his head and looked helplessly at the large group of little wizards trotting towards him in the distance.

"What are you doing here!" he said.

"Everyone cares about you," Hermione said.

Listening to the heart-warming words, Owen still pretended to be indifferent on his face, "What's the danger?"

"Without Voldemort, I am invincible here. Who dares to touch me? Who dares to touch me! I will split it into eight pieces!"

Owen raised his neck, as proud as a big rooster.

It's a pity - fate played a trick on him. As soon as he finished speaking, a magic curse roared towards him.

This time it was Harry who had quick eyes and quick hands.

He quickly threw an iron armor spell to help Owen resist the attack.

"who?"

Owen's face darkened. I didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

Damn it, I don’t know the two big characters written on my face.

‘Invincible’?

Then, he immediately turned around and looked into the distance. Look which humble rat dared to attack him.

"Greyback, have you become such a waste? You can't even do anything for a few little wizards?" Along with a sharp voice, a figure wearing a black mask appeared in front of the damaged store door.

"Shut up."

Behind the store door, the man who had resisted a Hermione's stun spell was pulling debris from his body.

His voice was still full of energy.

Apparently not seriously injured.

Owen's eyelids twitched. This body's ability to resist the curse is really quite high.

If it were anyone else who had taken Hermione's spell head-on, he would have broken several ribs, not to mention serious injuries.

But as for him, he was completely fine?

"Damn you bastard, how dare you attack me!" The man raised the back of his dirty right hand and rubbed it, leaving the only wound on his body.

A scratch on the forehead.

His fingers wiped away the few drops of blood.

But when he put down his hand again, he seemed to feel it was a pity or something.

Then he actually stuck out his tongue, stained with ashes and countless sand, and licked the blood on the back of his hand slowly, bit by bit, disgustingly, without leaving any trace.

After it was over, there was still an unfinished expression on his face.

Then he looked at the young wizards with bloodthirsty eyes.

Especially Hermione.

She licked her lips with her tongue and looked at the little witch as if she was considering where to start her mouth.

"I'm going to rip your throat out, it will taste really good."

Seeing this scene, Hermione's whole body trembled slightly, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.

It wasn't that she was afraid. Just kidding, Hermione Granger had just witnessed the peak duel between the three most powerful wizards in the world.

With the previous psychological foreshadowing of Voldemort.

There were no dark wizards that frightened her now.

What's more, the spell I just cast was very effective, wasn't it?

It was just a stun spell.

She didn't even have time to use other powerful spells!

However, although I wasn't scared, I was really disgusted.

This is too perverted!

Not to mention that he likes clean girls, even the rugged future Dark Lord Owen can't stand it. What's so scary about licking his own blood and eating sand?

Besides being unappetizing, what other use does this thing have?

Villain! You have to have the elegance of a villain, you know?

Villains are not perverts.

You can be bloodthirsty, but please don't lick blood.

"Go away, Aurors and Dumbledore are nearby"

Harry, who was also suppressing the discomfort in his heart, spoke first.

He held up the wand he had just defeated Voldemort and looked at the two of them with a solemn expression.

"Dumbledore?"

After hearing this name, the man in black robe immediately became melancholy.

However, in the end, he did not choose to turn around and run away.

Instead, he said in an urgent tone: "Hurry up and take a bite for everyone, remember to leave the ones alive. I don't have time to waste any more time with you."

"He's right. I seemed to have seen Dumbledore just now. Let me remind you that I have no obligation to protect you. You'd better move faster."

"Before he came over, I would have ended everything and left here!" The man picked his teeth with his yellowed fingernails, with a grin on his face. "Don't take action, Tiers. They are mine."

"I have no intention of taking action. If you can't even deal with a group of young wizards who are still in school, then I advise you to pull out your fangs quickly and go back to your doghouse."

"Hmph! I really don't know why Death Eaters would cooperate with a beast like you."

The man named Tiers said in a condescending tone.

This further proved that he and the beast were not on the same side.

"Perhaps you are too useless?" Greyback's gloomy voice came from the ruins of the store.

It was obvious that he was unhappy.

"It's useless? Haha~" The man sneered, and then he didn't defend himself, but let out a heavy snort through his nose.

He did have a bit of a villain's temperament, and Owen looked at the man in black with interest.

At least better than that beast.

But?

In front of him, who dares to be superior!

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!!!"

A flash of red hit the self-righteous man quickly and crisply.

"Ah~~~"

In an instant, he fell to the ground, writhing in pain and screaming.

The unbearable painful torture felt like all the bones in his body were burning, and every piece of flesh seemed to have a thousand needles inserted into it.

"You said I'm invincible, so I have to hit the muzzle, right?" Owen frantically threw out the Cruciatus Curse again,

"Ah~~~"

The man's voice was even more miserable.

However, the volume is somewhat reduced.

"Be careful in your next life and don't mess with people you can't afford!"

"A heartbreaking carpal!!!"

After the third Cruciatus Curse was thrown, Owen waved his wand again, and an evil green light lit up, "Avada~~~"

"No! Stop, Owen!" Hermione shouted.

He reached out and took his right hand that was about to cast a spell.

On the other side, Hannah held his left hand.

Then she shouted in an anxious, high-pitched voice: "Don't do this!"

Owen, who was stopped, had a tense face and a somewhat unhappy expression.

He knew that if he started with the Killing Curse, even if he killed these two idiots, the little wizard behind him wouldn't say anything.

But - he shouldn't have used the Cruciatus Curse.

Torturing a person can easily arouse people's sympathy, especially when the people behind him are just a group of experienced little wizards.

"Hmph~" He snorted softly from his nose.

Looking at the idiot still wailing on the ground.

Owen didn't know his identity, but he thought he was a non-Death Eater dark wizard who escaped from Azkaban.

Probably not an important role.

But he knew the bearded man over there, Greyback.

Even saying something like an old acquaintance is not an exaggeration.

In one episode, he has done a lot for himself!

——Werewolf Fenrir Greyback.

The one responsible for turning Professor Lupine into a werewolf.

As the cruelest werewolf known in the wizarding world, Greyback is committed to spreading werewolf blood to more young wizards.

He would pick out young children and attack them on a full moon night.

Turn them into their own kind.

Then take such children away from their original families, let these children grow up with hatred for wizards, and then replace him to spread new fear and despair.

Because he has eaten human flesh and blood for a long time, he has become very fond of human flesh and blood, even if it is not a full moon day.

Greyback was Voldemort's most loyal supporter and was one of Voldemort's most powerful weapons during the First Wizarding War.

Voldemort set him free to bite those who disobeyed him, and such threats often worked.

No good wizarding family could tolerate their children turning into despised werewolves.

Originally, at this time, this guy should be running around the world being chased by Aurors.

Owen didn't expect him to appear here.

"Okay, okay, I definitely won't kill them!" After calming down, Owen said calmly.

However, he did not put down the wand in his hand, but walked towards the broken shop beside him with a joking look on his face.

At this time, the werewolf Greyback was looking at Owen with a blank expression.

Was it just his imagination?

That kid at Hogwarts, whose wand lit up with the Killing Curse?

this.

Is Hogwarts so vigorous now?

Giving the killing curse to such a young child?

For a moment, Greyback was a little confused. Could it be that he had been running away for too long and the outside world had changed drastically?

Who is the Headmaster of Hogwarts now?

Or Dumbledore?

It can't be that Death Eater serving as the principal!

"Greyback!" Owen walked over step by step.

The ruins of the store floated up automatically, making way for him.

As for the other little wizards, they were holding wands, either guarding the surroundings, or using a few magic spells to tie up the poor guy lying on the ground with only the air coming out but no air coming in.

All kinds of petrification spells, stun spells, and relaxation spells were directed towards the dark wizard.

Although Harry, Ron, and Hermione could not tolerate Owen torturing these evil people. But that doesn't mean they will treat them gently.

After all, the other party is knocking on the door.

It would be really stupid for you to have the heart of the Holy Mother explode.

"What are you going to do!" Greyback, who felt a little cold on his neck for no reason, looked at Owen warily.

Tonight is not a full moon night.

He doesn't look like a werewolf. Although he can resist a few curses, there is no way he can withstand the Cruciatus Curse or the Killing Curse.

"Nothing~~~" Owen said.

He raised his wand and said, "Lock the tongue and seal the throat!" While the little wizards were not paying attention, he threw a magic spell at Greyback.

Completely sealed his mouth.

"I know you, Greyback!"

"Don't worry, since I promised others not to kill you, I will definitely not kill you. I am a person who sticks to my promises." Owen said with a faint smile.

"I just suddenly had a good idea"

As he spoke, he flicked his wand, and a ball of flowing metal with good ductility slowly floated out from the pocket in his robe.

"Do you know what this is?" he said mysteriously.

"Mithril~"

"Melted mithril." Owen explained slowly.

"As the best material for magical pathways. Once it cools down, it will be extremely difficult to melt mithril."

"So the wizards made a special prop, a device to store liquid mithril. I just happen to have it." He waved his wand.

Then Greyback suddenly realized that as soon as his body relaxed, he had lost control of his body.

This is—relaxation of strength.

when.

He clearly didn't hear the boy chanting the curse.

Could it be—silent casting?

How can this be.

Before Greyback could continue to be shocked, the next second, he felt heartbreaking pain in his limbs.

An invisible sharp blade cut through his skin and penetrated deep into his bones.

Before the blood could seep out, another kind of pain came from the high temperature, and a strange feeling entering his body instantly flooded into his brainstem!

He wanted to scream, but his mouth was sealed and no words came out.

The burning sensation felt like it lasted for a century.

He roared, his eyes bulging out wildly, tears, snot and some kind of silver liquid flowing out of his mouth, nose and eyes.

It looked hideous and terrifying.

But this is not as scary as Owen's expression at the moment.

He stared excitedly at Greyback, whose face was full of fear, and said with great interest, "I've wanted to try it for a long time."

During the first game, they were on the same team. Although Owen was jealous, he couldn't really take action.

But it's different now.

"Mythril shouldn't be much different than Adamantium alloy!"

"Hang on!" he shouted.

"One gallon of liquid mithril is worth hundreds of gold galleons. Don't waste it now!"

The experiment continues.

And this strangeness naturally attracted other little wizards outside the door.

Luna poked her head to see what he was doing.

She was about to step into the door.

Harry's shouts could be heard outside.

"It's a dementor!"

"Damn it, why are they so haunted!"

Then came Ron's voice, "I want to know even more why they came to attack us again!"

"Isn't it because you spent the afternoon playing with them?" Hermione raised her wand angrily and joined the battle against the dementors.

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Hearing the sound, Harry and Ron suddenly became embarrassed.

After all, if it was for this reason, then it was normal for dementors to attack them.

But - "It's been a whole semester, these dark creatures are really useless."

Ron complained mercilessly.

"We didn't catch any of the bad guys, but they attacked us several times!"

"Sometimes I even wonder whether they listen to the Ministry of Magic or the mysterious man!"

By this time, Owen had walked out of the store, holding Luna's hand.

The little girl was not allowed to see the terrifying scene of Wolverine's birth.

Well - the experiment failed!

It seems that not all werewolves can become Wolverine!

But that guy isn’t dead either—at least for now, haha!

"Hey!" Owen raised his eyebrows, expressing his pleasure at Ron's increasing intelligence.

"Maybe they really listened to Senior Tom!"

"It's not impossible!"

"How is it impossible?" Owen rolled his eyes at Ron, whose IQ had dropped again. "Do you think the Dementors are willing to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic?"

"What do you think is the basis for the cooperation between the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors?"

"Basics?" Ron supported the patron saint and looked at him blankly. "strength?"

"wrong!"

"It's humans!" Owen said calmly, "Why do the Dementors listen to the Ministry of Magic? It's because the Ministry of Magic gave them a slaughterhouse! That's Azkaban. Where they can absorb the souls of prisoners without restraint. Energy, even the soul itself. Only with the existence of this slaughterhouse can they achieve cooperation, without this slaughterhouse."

Suddenly he showed a sneer, "For a group of unfed beasts, don't expect them to have any contractual spirit."

"Now they haven't attacked the wizard openly and openly. It's considered the beasts' loyalty."

Hearing the sound, the little wizards present shivered.

Looking at the dementors hovering above his head, there was more fear in his eyes.

Because they discovered that Owen might be right.

The Ministry of Magic indeed uses those prisoners to raise those dementors.

Use the wizard's life to maintain the fragile loyalty of the beasts.

After the reason for this was made clear, Hermione immediately showed a look of disgust, "It's really disgusting, he actually used this kind of creature as a jailer. They should completely drive away that group of evil creatures and use more humane and stricter methods." To detain criminals by means of means. To hand over the guards to a group of evil creatures that cannot be trusted is the lazy government of the Ministry of Magic."

"But, even so, that group of dark wizards brought it upon themselves." Ron, however, did not quite agree with Hermione's 'gentle' method in his opinion.

The culture of the young wizards headed by Ron who were born and lived in the wizarding world has not yet developed into a complete legal society.

Most wizards still adhere to the most primitive concept of good and evil, that is, killing people to repay debts and money.

They never realized that the growth of evil did not only come from the criminals themselves, but that the entire wizarding society also had an unshirkable responsibility.

This is what Owen told Sirius, the deformed magical society in prison, which is like a big invisible hand, oppressing everyone.

The reason why dark wizards continue to emerge from generation to generation can be understood from this aspect.

"They have committed a crime and they should be punished. Even if their souls are eaten by dementors, they are asking for it."

"hehe--"

The little wizards who were approaching the Pig Head Bar were resisting the dementors.

"Hagrid and Sirius, who were unjustly imprisoned, give you a thumbs up!"

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Ron's face froze, of course he knew what Owen meant.

But - "That's only a minority!" he retorted.

"I didn't say it was a majority!" Owen replied, "But you have to know."

"Crime is nothing more than pouring a bottle of ink into the river. Pollution will occur at any time, but for the river water, a bottle of ink is insignificant and insignificant."

He whispered quietly and looked at Hermione. It was as if he was speaking to her.

"But an unfair trial pollutes the entire source. It destroys not only the authority of the Ministry of Magic, but also people's confidence in the law. Once people no longer have confidence in the law, the consequences will be It would be disastrous because the only thing people would believe in at that time is the magic wand in their hand!"

"Magic is violence, violence is strength, strength is power, power is status. That's why dark wizards like Voldemort emerge.

What is certain is that if the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic, and the Federation do not change the flaws in the existing system and the oppression of wizards, the neglect of lower-level wizards, and the discrimination against wizards of Muggle origin, then this kind of ' There will only be more and more dark wizards in the future! "

They turned a corner.

Then he hid in Zuko's Magic Joke Shop.

The sound of the spell breaking through the air could still be heard in the surrounding darkness.

The sudden explosion and flash of light were like those moments when a ghost appears in a thriller. Every flash of light stimulates the little wizards' adrenaline.

Finally, they got rid of the dementors.

Finally taking a break at Zuko's Magic Joke Shop.

Only then did Owen notice that there were quite a few little wizards following him.

The three little Gryffindors, the three Hufflepuffs, Luna and the Weasley twins who were alone.

Good guy, the entire backbone of Dumbledore's Army is coming.

"Why?" Hermione, who didn't care much about her own image, leaned against the counter of the store and sat directly on the ground.

Then he asked in an anxious tone.

"Why?" Owen asked her.

"That's why there are 'more and more dark wizards.'" She emphasized the word "more and more." It seemed that she agreed with Owen's view that institutional oppression gave birth to dark wizards. I just wonder why there will be more and more in the future.

"Because there will be more and more wizards opening their eyes to see the world!" Owen raised the corner of his mouth slightly and explained simply: "Seventy years old, only during the First World War, the blood and killings of Muggles have already This made the wizards at that time feel uncomfortable, and they did not understand why the power of Muggles had increased so much in hundreds of years."

"Whether it's my grandpa's thoughts of dominating Muggles, or other darker ones, trying to rely on killing Muggles in large numbers to limit their progress, etc., the fact is that wizards are afraid of Muggles."

"Speaking of which, maybe the First World War was actually caused by wizards deliberately provoking internal strife among Muggles, but they didn't expect that the war not only did not set back the Muggles' 'progress', but actually accelerated it by a big step. A process.”

"This was the case seventy years ago, so what do you think will happen in the future?" Owen looked at Hermione, trying to inspire her thinking.