I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen kept looking at the lake, and the glass, as dark as ink, always gave him the feeling of a door.

That's not a lake at all, but a door made of glass, and you can enter another world with just a slight push.

This feeling became clearer as he got closer and closer to the lake.

Suddenly, Owen realized that Voldemort might not have built this place.

Maybe before him, there was a mystery here.

"Perhaps this is not just a place where Voldemort's soul is buried.

There is something deeper to it. "

Owen frowned. He could clearly feel that something invisible, an eternal breath, was emanating from the lake.

"What's wrong? Did you find anything?" Ahead, Dumbledore noticed the change on Owen's face and asked softly.

“There’s a sense of ancient magic,” he said.

"Ancient magic?"

"Yeah! Very strong."

"What ancient magic?" At this time, Hermione's voice came. She asked in confusion, and also helped Harry ask the question.

Owen lowered his head and glanced at him, and then said: "Generally speaking, ancient magic is divided into two types. One refers to ancient magic spells. This kind of magic can be recorded in the old magic books when you return to the castle. They are terrible. Powerful spells that anyone can master if they take the time to do so.

The other refers to some kind of ancient magic, which is a wonderful magic that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. Only the most special wizards can feel and "see" them and use them.

Of course, powerful wizards can also detect the magic, but it is not as easy as the lucky ones to control it. "

The first Dark Lord more than a hundred years ago was a master of ancient magic.

There are countless secrets under Hogwarts Castle, and one of them contains an ancient room, which was left by a certain Hogwarts professor who could see ancient magic in the past, in order to guide the subsequent ones who could see ancient magic. little wizard.

As the principal, Dumbledore certainly knew this. Even if he couldn't see the magic himself, he could hear about the existence of this magic from the portraits of the previous principals.

"Can you see those ancient magic powers?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised.

Because since the first generation of the Dark Lord, there has never been a second little wizard who can see magic in Hogwarts.

There is a saying that if the predecessor does not die, a new person will not be born. This is of course false, but it also illustrates how rare wizards with such talents are.

"It couldn't be done before." Owen nodded solemnly, "But it seems that it can be done now."

Owen never lies, and there is no need to lie about this kind of thing.

If he could see ancient magic before, how could he still be attacked by Neville on his first sight?

Just kidding, if you don’t punch the shit out of him, he’ll do it clean.

This week he also looked for the mysterious room under Hogwarts, but the reality was that he could find the location but couldn't get in. The door had to be opened by ancient magic.

He did master a few ancient spells, but it was of no use. Dumbledore also knew those spells.

But it's not a spell that opens the door to the room, but magic.

Without the magic power that can transform all things, nothing is in vain.

That changed from a few months ago.

Ever since Owen climbed out of the centaur coffin, he found that his senses seemed to be amplified, and he could easily detect the subtle magic flowing in the air.

Originally, Owen just thought that it was the blessing left to him by Teacher Chiron, but now it seems that this blessing seems a bit too outrageous.

"Right in the center of the lake, I could see some fluorescent-like material beating."

In Owen's sight, there were some slight bright silver threads in the sky. Those threads gathered together to form a small vortex on the island in the center of the lake. It was like a torch in the dark, quite eye-catching. As long as Even those who are not blind can see.

"Let's go over now." Sirius said urgently. He didn't care if Owen could see some weird magic.

What he was anxious for was to find his brother immediately.

"There is a boat, Kreacher remembers it, but he doesn't know where the boat is." Listening to Sirius' question, Kreacher shouted excitedly in his bullfrog voice.

It pointed to the lake and leaned over, as if it was about to jump into the water.

On the other side, Owen slowly raised his hand.

He is trying to control the ancient magic that travels in the sky.

That's not easy.

They were a hundred times more difficult to control than the wizard's magic power. They were like swimming fish, and he could only catch a trace of them by chasing them around frantically.

"Close your eyes!" At this moment, Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded.

He put a hand on Owen's shoulder and murmured an inexplicable curse. The next second, a sense of clarity suddenly poured into Owen's mind. He slowly closed his eyes, but he saw the world.

The world and his "sight" appear in black and white with different color differences.

Those traveling ancient magic powers seemed to have been cast under a barrier spell, and their activity became slower.

"this--"

Owen knew that it was not that the outside world had slowed down, but that his thinking had become faster.

The next moment, he didn't hesitate.

Raise your wand immediately.

A thick white lightning shot out, and the magic web weaved tightly bound the traveling ancient magic power.

"I caught them," he shouted excitedly.

The bursts of magical energy caused the wind to blow the hair on his temples. Take away the fanatical temperament of young people and blow it into the distance.

"Now, listen to me!" He fired magic again, and this time nothing could stop him.

Ancient magic was completely tamed by him.

Then, it poured into his body like mist.

"Huh~"

He took a deep breath and his body jumped with joy.

It's like rain fell on the dry land.

"Comfortable!"

And during this magical process, he easily saw a ship exuding magic on the lake.

Then he cast a flying spell on the boat.

"Kreacher is right." Owen grinned.

Then there was a sudden ripple on the lake surface, and suddenly a huge iron chain emerged from the water and was firmly grasped in his hand.

"There is a boat."

Owen slowly opened his eyes, and his gray eyes lit up red for a moment.

But soon, the red light disappeared.

He held the chain and handed one end to Hermione, and then the two of them pulled it, and the invisible ship began to move slowly towards them as if it was zero gravity.

In fact, he just wanted to try and see if he could catch the ship's chain.

But I didn't expect that it would be a success.

In fact, even if he doesn't succeed, it doesn't matter to Owen, he still has a way. Riddle just doesn't allow magic items to pass through the lake, so he can physically pass through, drill a hole in the mountain walls on both sides, pull a cable, then nail the other end into the island, and swing the cable directly across.

He had a hundred ways to get past it, but he was afraid that Riddle's moral integrity would not allow him to imagine it.

"Amazing." Dumbledore said slowly.

His blue eyes were full of surprise and curiosity.

He has always been very tolerant of unknown things like this, and is more willing to spend time studying them.

This may be why he is different from all the previous principals.

If it were other former Hogwarts principals, when they found out that one of their students had mastered this kind of magic, they would advise them to give up using it.

But not Dumbledore.

Absolute strength brings absolute confidence, and he will not limit the development of the little wizard because of a small amount of ancient magic power.

The old principal was too strong, so powerful that no one dared to play tricks in front of him, especially since Voldemort had already learned from the past.

"What kind of magic is that?" he asked curiously. "Can you tell me more about it?"

Several people stepped onto the boat one after another.

The boat driven by magic is quite stable, just like a car driving on the road.

"It seems to be a kind of magic power that can directly transform matter." Owen gently raised the wand, and a silvery white light lit up on the tip of his wand, and then the magic power generated pieces of delicate stones.

It was as if every atom of those stones was under his control. Under his thoughts, the stones kept changing shapes, turning into wood, water, and French sticks.

Especially the moment it turns into a baguette.

Professor Dumbledore's eyes flashed with surprise.

Even Hermione saw it.

Because they had already learned Gamp's basic transformation rules in the first grade.

Wizards cannot conjure delicious food out of thin air, but if they know where the food is, they can summon them. If they have some food on hand, they can also cast spells to change or increase it.

But you just can’t conjure food out of thin air.

Because the wizard cannot directly create anything, he can only "transform", turning wood into a chair, but the essence is still wood, changing stone into jade, but the essence is still stone. But if it becomes food, then what you eat is still the original thing and not food.

But the baguette in Owen's hands is different. He has truly changed the structure of matter and created something brand new.

"It feels great, like I can create anything if I want to."

"Even"

"Children whose lives are not allowed to be blasphemed, you have to remember this." Dumbledore interrupted him appropriately. "Never go down that road,"

"I'll just say it casually." Owen threw the French weapon in his hand into the lake.

With a muffled sound of entering the water, countless white arms suddenly appeared, and more and more of them gathered. After a while, the area where the rocks entered the water was entirely filled with human limbs.

Like boiling water.

The carnival of corpses flooded the area without warning. Like a drowning person, he was waving his hands helplessly and frantically, trying to catch something, but unfortunately, there was nothing there.

"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed,

The hand holding his arm suddenly tightened, and Owen almost cried out in pain.

"Why are you panicking?" He said disgustedly.

"You are still panicking when Professor Dumbledore is here! Are you looking down on my greatest white wizard?"

"Forehead"

After being scolded by Owen, Hermione instantly felt more relaxed. She was mainly angry, and her anger offset part of her fear.

"How many people did Voldemort kill?" Harry asked blankly.

He had never been impressed by Voldemort's dark reign before. But now, he finally realized what kind of terrible devil he was facing.

"It's probably an entire town, a few hundred? Or a few thousand?"

"Thousands!" Harry exclaimed.

His eyes suddenly became blurred.

There were only a few thousand people in the entire Hogwarts, but that didn't mean that Voldemort almost killed the entire school.

This - is simply a devil.

And Sirius - he said nothing.

Just stared blankly.

Because he knew that among these corpses was his younger brother.

His stupid, yet more responsible brother.

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Irving's method of changing the subject was very effective.

Even Dumbledore fell silent for a moment.

Like Sirius, he stared deeply at the lake, his eyes full of loss, as if all this was his own fault.

A few minutes later, the boat bumped gently against something and stopped.

"We're here." The old principal finally broke free from the response.

Everyone got off the boat one by one.

Then began the difficult task of finding a place to stay on this small island, which was only a quarter of the Hufflepuff common room and was covered with gravel and stalagmites.

The only thing here that is relatively stable is the very center, an ancient round stone basin with a faint green light.

Dumbledore approached the stone basin, and the others hurriedly followed.

They centered on the stone basin and stood side by side around it. Inside the stone basin, there is a basin full of emerald green liquid, which emits sparkling phosphorescence.

"It's Senior Tom's stupid little trick again." Owen glanced at the potion in the stone basin, slightly confused as to why he had to do so many tricks.

Obviously, it would be enough to just seal the pendant box into the stone forever. I had to get a magic potion for fear that others would not be able to take it out.

"A very shrewd mechanism." Dumbledore smiled faintly, then observed it, then lifted up his sleeves, stretched out his fingers, and wanted to touch the potion in the stone basin directly.

"Wait a minute, Professor!" Hermione was startled.

He quickly stopped him.

But - what responded to her was the smile of the old professor Heshan, "Don't worry Granger, look, I can't touch the potion at all."

"I guess I have to use the spoon next to me to touch the potion."

"Tom has cast a dozen different spells here to ensure that the potion in the stone basin cannot be burned by fire, cannot be poured out, and cannot be dissolved in the ground."

He said as if to verify his words.

Dumbledore picked up the shell-shaped spoon, took a spoonful and sprinkled it on the ground.

In an instant, the magic potion on the ground disappeared, as if no one had ever poured it out, and in the stone basin, the originally reduced potion instantly increased again.

"What do you think he wants us to do?" Dumbledore blinked and looked at Hermione.

"He—" the little witch pursed her lips, and then said with difficulty: "He wants us to drink the potion."

"Yes, this is exactly what he thought." Dumbledore said slowly. Then he turned to look at Owen, "Is there any way you can prevent us from drinking the potion?"

"Yes!" Owen rolled his eyes at the old principal, "You never forget to give me questions."

"If you don't drink, it's over!"

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It makes sense, but we are speechless.

The wizards on the side had black lines on their faces.

Can't this guy curb his unruly temper?

"I don't want to comment on Tom's mechanism, because that will only make me think that my IQ has been ravaged!"

"If it were me, I would pour some dichlorvos into it and it would go straight to the sky. Chronic poisons are so stupid!

Also, there is something wrong with him in his head, this mechanism is too easy to crack!

Before coming, just prepare a few mice and put the magic potion in the mouse's mouth, or bring a box with an infinite extension spell to let the potion leave the area. Will his spell still be effective?

Or even simpler, I don’t want to take out the contents, so just destroy it!

Use the fierce fire curse to cleanse the floor, whether it's a stone basin or a Horcrux, all of them will disappear!

Why go to all the trouble to take it out? Are you sick? "

Owen continued to ramble, his words full of worries about Voldemort's intelligence.

"I have always felt that making Horcruxes to split souls is harmful to IQ. Now it turns out that it is true. Senior Tom is really suffering from it. In a few years, his IQ will soon catch up with Justin's."

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Dumbledore was suddenly startled when he heard the sound.

Because he found that what Owen said seemed to be correct.

If he knew in advance that his Horcrux was stored inside, why did he take it out?

Wouldn't it be nice to just blow up this place and disappear the entire area along with this cave?

Thinking about it, he suddenly shook his head.

It seems that his wizard thinking has indeed restricted him.

Sometimes Owen's unconventional and unbridled imagination can come up with original ideas.

"Okay, now is not the time for us to discuss Voldemort's stupidity." At this time, Sirius roughly interrupted the thoughts of several people.

"Kreacher, please tell me the location where Regulus was dragged into the lake."

"Here, sir!" Kreacher had been crying since he landed on the island. Now he wiped the tears that fell near his mouth and walked to a place.

"Master, this is right here. This is where Master Regulus fell into the water." It pointed at a certain lake and screamed.

"Very well." Dumbledore looked around, especially to Owen, "raise your wands and stand behind me."

"There may be endless Inferi rushing up in a while." He said.

Hearing the sound, everyone concentrated their attention, clenched their wands, and looked at the lake nervously.

Fighting the Inferi is anything but enjoyable.

Except for Owen.

The small scenes are all clever. When he played Resident Evil, the tide of corpses he created was called a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​corpses.

As a soul in the 21st generation who is deeply affected by various zombie themes, if there are really zombies appearing on the street, he can scare the zombie society.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a silver killer in his hand. That thing is the sixth best in biochemical mode.

"Don't worry, don't panic, don't panic at all." He turned to Harry and Hermione and said with comforting eyes, soft tone, and already arrogant aura. "The zombies you have seen are more salty than the ones you have eaten." Salty. It's just a small scene with thousands of people, but I have millions of people to make trouble with you!"