I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Owen!"

Suddenly Dumbledore put his hand on Owen's shoulder.

A kind of wonderful magic, like an overtone interspersed in, broke his soul-stirring symphony.

Then, Irving's curse was broken.

In a daze, he also came back to his senses.

The girl's intricate consciousness almost made him fall into it.

"Owen!" Old Deng looked at him seriously, with warm anger surging behind his half-moon eyes.

How could he not be angry when he was in front of him when he invaded other people's memories so unscrupulously.

"This behavior of peeking into other people's memories——"

"I didn't pry into her memory." Owen rubbed his head and looked directly into Old Deng's eyes.

His gray eyes were so pure, and the emerald green spots on his pupils were like gems. "Can't you see if I used the Legilimens spell?"

He said bluntly.

And Dumbledore also frowned slightly.

As the only master of Legilimency in the magical world, his application of this magic has reached its peak.

Just now, Owen did cast a spell that was very similar to the Legilimency Spell, at least in the first half.

Only the second half of the spell is slightly different.

It was like the grafting of a magic spell. Half of it was Legilimency, and the other half seemed to be a charm spell. With the old headmaster's profound magic ability, he could clearly see that it was a magic spell originating from Beauxbatons. Curse, the girl named Furong seems to have mastered this kind of magic.

On the other side, seeing Dumbledore's brows gradually unfurling, Owen slowly told the whole story, "Of course I can't stand still."

He has long had the idea of ​​inventing a new magic spell.

Two years ago, he used the Legilimency Curse combined with the Imperius Curse to create a powerful mental attack similar to Inception when he attacked Bella.

At that time he was trying a new kind of magic.

The theoretical knowledge came from a week of accumulation, but what really allowed him to invent this magic spell was Nick's help.

As an alchemist who has lived for more than six hundred years, he has a vast array of magic spells.

And a magical Veela magic successfully inspired Owen.

Just like Bella, she pries open the heart simply and roughly, then builds a world belonging to the caster from her own memory, and quietly buries the caster's will into the deepest part of the victim's memory.

There are huge flaws in magic that can completely change a person's personality.

First of all - there are not many enemies who can give Owen the idea of ​​changing his personality.

Secondly - the conditions for casting the spell are too difficult, they must be face to face at close range and cannot be disturbed.

Finally - this method has no effect on people with a firm mind. If there are no seeds of doubt in the other party's heart, then his mutagenic storm will not be able to water it in no matter how powerful it is.

But——the new magic spell improved by him is different from the past.

"I just gave her a small psychological hint to let her show what she fears most. What she fears is her own memory."

Owen said flatly, "Her mental fluctuations just now were too strong."

"Yes -" Dumbledore did not deny it.

He seemed to have seen some blurry pictures just now.

Very rarely.

Old Dengtou's Legilimency is almost a passive skill. Of course, most of the time, he can easily guess the secrets written on the faces of those young children by relying on his complicated life experiences over the past century.

But when he encounters situations related to ancient magic, gods, and foreign gods that can threaten the entire world, he doesn't mind using this magic.

Old Dengtou is not pedantic. You should take the title of White Devil as a joke.

The real greatness of Dumbledore is that when he had the ability to easily see into people's hearts, he was strict with himself and respected others.

Otherwise, there is no need to play with the first-year Quirinus Quirrell, Gilderoy Lockhart, and Barty Cratchit Jr.’s disguised ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody.

Just like just now, the girl's mental fluctuations were too strong.

For a moment, he saw through the haze.

It seemed like a laboratory.

For a moment, the old principal thought of some old-fashioned alchemy experiments on humans.

Gradually, Dumbledore's eyes became deeper, and he frowned slightly, and then he realized that his old friend, Professor Eulalie, the truth she knew about the mysterious magic power should only be the North American Mist. The tip of the iceberg, what kind of changes happened there?

Maybe things were far darker and more complicated than he imagined.

"Hoo-ho-ho!"

On the other side, Koyatel collapsed on the ground.

She was breathing heavily, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Those horrific images in my head are quickly disappearing.

The only sound that could be heard was Mr. Bagman's shout.

and the cheers of the little wizards.

"Incredible! Eye-opening!" Mr. Bagman shouted. "It's hard to imagine that today's little wizards are already so powerful? It's not an exaggeration to call them legendary wizards."

"I think back to when I was seventeen -"

As Mr. Bagman gushes about his seventeenth year.

Koyatel has gradually recovered.

Owen was right, he did not pry into her memory.

He was just inducing the other person to release what they feared the most.

Just like Boggart, it is not aggressive in itself. If it is normal Legilimency or the Imperius Curse, the person being controlled will feel as painful as if someone has dug out an iron spoon in the head.

It takes a long time to recover.

But Coyatl didn't feel that way.

What really frightened her came from the deepest part of her own memory, not external objects.

The scene was quiet for a long time, and then thunderous applause broke out.

"Bagman." Barty Cratchit reminded him appropriately.

"Oh - okay." Mr. Bagman paused, seeming to realize that he was not popular at the age of seventeen. No one wanted to hear what stupid things a salty man did at seventeen.

"Let me wait for the referee team to score." He was a little embarrassed and said hurriedly.

At this time, Dumbledore returned to the podium.

His tall figure blocked the sun, and then there was only a moment of shadow, and then as the principal sat down, the light returned to him since childhood.

"problem occurs?"

"Yeah!" the old principal responded.

"There have been a lot of things going on recently." Grindelwald said calmly, glancing at a corner of the stand with a vague look.

"I'm going to trouble you again."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Grindelwald couldn't help but smile mockingly, "I never thought that one day, I would be involved in something like saving the world."

"It's ridiculous," he said.

At this time, the field has been restored and the referees have finished scoring.

It's exactly nine-five.

Professor Eulali even gave full marks.

And then, Mr. Bagman's voice sounded again, "Oh! What a pretty high score!"

"Okay! Let me calm down. Next, I will invite the warrior from Durmstrang Academy of Magic, Viktor Krum!!!"

The scene suddenly burst into warm applause.

"Wenda will come and take over the Durmstrang matter." Grindelwald said calmly. He raised his head and looked at the field. Krum, wearing a black and brown robe, walked out.

"It's been nearly a year. It's time for her to deal with all those things that were in the way."

Hearing this, the old principal frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

"When will we set off?"

"After Christmas."

"good."

The old principal then added, "About the goblins?"

"I have told Black everything I know. The other party has been secretive, and searching for information is too time-consuming. It is better to leave this aspect to that boy!" Grindelwald smiled faintly, "Since the other party is here for him, why? It’s just right for him to break the situation.”

"It can only be the."

On the other side, near the competition venue, Koyatel, who had recovered, was looking at Owen with a cold face.

What just happened seemed like a dream, but now that I recall it, only a vague impression remains.

But the fear cannot be forgotten no matter what.

"Look what I'm doing!" Owen sat casually on the stone, waiting for something to happen during the game.

He's easy to play.

"Isn't it because I admire my brother's appearance?"

As he said that, he looked at the girl in front of him "unbridledly" until the disgust in her eyes became more and more intense, and then he looked away, "It's a pity that my brother has been occupied by someone, and you are late."

"Sanchez?" Coyatel finally spoke.

Her cold voice was like the cold December wind.

"I remember you."

"Huh?" Someone was stunned. "Don't!"

"Why do you remember me! It's very dangerous for you to be like this. Do you know that love arrives quietly like this? If you continue like this, you will miss Sanchez for the rest of your life!"

"Hmph!" She sneered, and then said bluntly, "What kind of magic did you just use on me?"

"Just now?" Owen opened his arms leisurely and stretched. He didn't sleep well today and was woken up at three or four o'clock. The competition obviously doesn't start until nine o'clock, "I invented the temporary fear technique!"

"Fear spell?"

The girl's beautiful eyes flashed with caution, "Did you invent it?"

"What? You don't believe it?" Owen jumped up, "Brother, do you understand that the new generation of wizard leaders single-handedly planned Miss Granger to become a wizard star? It's not that I look down on you, but with your level of magic, I can beat you ten times. !

Even if you use that weird magic. "

"magic?"

When Owen said these two words, the girl subconsciously took half a step back.

Then the caution in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

As if she was afraid of something, she stopped talking to Owen and turned around to leave.

"Hi!" Seeing this, Owen shouted quickly: "Find some time to have tea! Let's chat!

You need therapy, trust me, I can cure it! "

Although his voice was loud, it did not carry far.

Because the screams around him were much louder than his voice.

"ah!!!"

"Krum!!!"

The screams came one after another, as if they were going crazy.

The girls' voices reflect the popularity of this talented Quidditch Seeker.

This is the season when flowers bloom.

The cold winter suddenly becomes hot and dry.

With shouts coming and going, Krum walked out.

A completely different performance from the first two warriors. Although Krum was cautious, he did not start turning out props as soon as he came up like Cedric.

He is not as calm as Coyatl.

It can only be said that among the three people who appeared, he looked the most normal.

"Look! Krum, what is he going to do?"

Someone in the crowd let out an exclamation.

Because they found Krum running towards the inner circle as soon as he came out of the player room.

high speed.

His strong body was full of hormones in the winter.

"Zheng!"

"boom!"

There was also a vibration under the feet, which was the sound caused by the magic puppet crawling out of the ground.

The sudden change caused Krum to almost lose his balance and fall.

However, as a genius seeker, his powerful body functions allowed him to forcefully break through the inertia and adjust his body balance by resisting the reaction force of the magic spell slashed by the puppet sword.

"Oh! God!"

There were another burst of cheers from the stands.

Because at the next moment, Krum actually made a bold move.

He grabbed the puppet's sword like a raccoon hugging a tree.

As the magic puppet swung the sword in a circle, he let go at the right moment and was thrown away like a cannonball.

"Firebolts are coming!"

In the sky, he drew a beautiful arc.

And at the moment of landing, a beautiful broomstick came galloping from the castle.

Krum adjusted his posture and landed on it.

This scene naturally aroused cheers from the little wizards present.

Ron, in particular, roared like a throat.

It was as if he was soaring in the sky.

"Depend on!"

At the edge of the outer circle, Owen, who was sitting on a rock watching a show, frowned and cursed.

Look at how effortless he is!

I definitely knew the content of the game already!

Let me just say it - cheating is a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament!

One by one, blatantly!

When the camera turned, Klum in the sky was constantly dodging the puppet's attacks with his superb flying skills.

He was extremely fast.

The excellent performance of the Firebolt was demonstrated by him without reservation.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he arrived near Bakar.

The golden flame passed him by. This time, our Bakar made up his mind. As long as he didn't fly up and expose the golden egg under his body, no one could steal it.

Next, Krum began to provoke the dragon crazily.

All kinds of strange spells came from the tip of his wand.

But for Bakar, those spells had no chance of even scratching its scales.

Hey - the old salty fish dragon just lay there, squinting his eyes and dozing off, come down if you dare!

"Eye Spell, Krum used the Eye Spell!" Mr. Bagman's eyes lit up in the stands, "As we all know, this is an excellent choice to deal with the dragon. Because of the dragon's scales, the dragon's eyes are the most vulnerable. The place."

"but--"

"Oh! God! What a pity. Our fire dragon just closed its eyes, and the spell was resisted by its diamond-like eyelids."

Krum's Eye Spell is very powerful.

Owen could feel it from a distance.

Because Bakar's body trembled a little at the moment he was hit.

This shows that although the curse did not hurt its eyes, it was still very painful after being punched.

If it were an ordinary giant dragon, it would have jumped up in a rage and flapped its wings, flying up and slapping the fly in the sky to death.

But Bakar remains unmoved!

It seems to have really made up its mind and will not leave the top of the pyramid no matter what.

For more than ten minutes, when the little wizards in the stands began to fall asleep, Krum in the sky could not provoke Bakar's anger.

"Damn it!" Krum in the sky had a gloomy face, and he was getting more and more impatient.

There were several times when the puppets almost guessed the flight path, and the gravel and the sword passed by him again and again.

Even busier than him were Owen and a group of Hogwarts professors, because they had to fend off falling rocks and swords from all directions to prevent them from randomly killing a lucky spectator in the stands.

"We must use some powerful magic." He whispered secretly in his heart.

Ordinary magic spells can't break Bakar's defense at all, and naturally they won't cause it to react.

Thinking in his mind, Krum in the sky couldn't help but look at Grindelwald sitting on the rostrum.

He found that the other party was looking at him with reproachful eyes.

"You have let me down too much."

Grindelwald's deep voice suddenly came from the wind.

Right in Krum's ear.

"He is indecisive, just like your grandfather who only takes orders from the Ministry of Magic and has no brains at all!"

"No!!!" In the sky, Krum, who had a Wronsky fake move to get rid of the puppet's entanglement, shouted loudly: "My grandfather is a hero!"

"What's the difference between a brainless hero and a fool?"

"No! You executioner! Even if all the officials of the Federation are bribed by you, it won't be able to wash away your sins!" Krum yelled at Grindelwald in the stands, madly.

But the howling wind around him and the explosion caused by Owen and the others' arrival at the boulder completely covered up his voice. No one heard what he was saying and could only look at him with red eyes and helpless rage.

"Sin!" Grindelwald's cold voice came in the wind. "If you think that leading wizards to change is evil and maintaining the existing order is just, then how can you say that I, who was declared free by the existing just order and the Federation, are evil, and your grandfather stopped wizards from going A greater future is just?”

"They have all been corrupted by you! You have deceived people again!" The broomstick instantly burst out with a powerful force, pushing Krum violently into the sky. It is like a galloping wild horse, and every breath it exhales condenses into mist in the cold air.

But only in this way can he forget the pain and gain a little bit of self-righteous freedom.

"Confusing people's hearts?" Grindelwald's voice has never been so clear. His plain yet magnetic voice came slowly with a unique charm, "History always repeats itself."

"In 1933, thousands of wizards followed me, were they all deceived?

Leader - A leader is elected by the people because he clearly states his plans. People of lofty ideals elected me. "

"You're a monster!"

"Really? So you must also condemn those who promoted this monster.

Are they all monsters?

No - Cruise, they're just ordinary people - ordinary people.

They - they risked everything, entrusting the wizard's future to an extraordinary man.

This has been the case in the past and will remain so in the future.

What do you want to do? Imprisoning people's free will?

Many people are confused, maybe you are too, why? Why do people always follow me, as always.

Because deep down, they are all like me and have the same values. "Gellert's plain voice, full of magnetism, obviously had no ups and downs in tone, but a powerful force was strengthening step by step.

“You can’t deny it, the desire for something better and greater comes from the deepest part of the human heart, and I am just a part of that greatness, coming from all of you.

Look – it’s not all negative. "

"No - no, something is wrong there, it's definitely not like this." Krum howled in pain.

His grandfather died at the hands of Grindelwald.

In the 1930s, he was at the height of his power.

Perhaps for Grindelwald, killing his grandfather was just an inconspicuous swing of a staff, but he fundamentally changed his family.

My father never mentioned what my grandfather died for.

He just kept the hatred and used it as a tool to spur his children.

And when he discovered that his child had some talent in flying, he trained him crazily and urged him. His father often said: Don't let your grandfather's reputation as a hero be shamed.

But he never met his grandfather.

He had only met a father who was resting and full of hatred.

"Relax!" Grindelwald's voice came again.

"You know the spell," he said. "As Dumbledore often said, what makes us great is choice. Faced with the pain of the past, you must make a choice, whether to continue to hate me, or to give yourself freedom."

His voice suddenly became gentle, like the spring wind. Although it was still cold and harsh, it also heralded that the cold winter was about to end.

Hearing the sound, Krum was deeply moved.

He looked at his wand.

Made of hornbeam wood, the core is the heart tendon of a dragon.

Dragon-based wands are often the most susceptible to the dark arts.

However, they do not gravitate towards the dark arts of their own volition.

Suddenly, Mr. Ollivander's voice sounded in his ears.

"Fly! Krum, you know the freedom of flying. From the beginning, you have already made your choice, but you don't know it."

High in the sky, Krum stopped.

He hovered in mid-air.

——"Fly! Let them see Durmstrang's power!" The voice in the wind continued to come.

His eyes looked directly at Bakar.

Bakar, who was lying on the ground, slightly raised his huge dragon head.

? What does this little fly want to do?

If you don’t know why, let’s spit it out first.

Then with a breath of dragon's breath, violent golden flames shot straight into the sky from the earth.

Howling, it was like pouring iron juice.

"Oh my god!!!"

"Get out of the way!!!"

"What's up with him?"

At the head of the stands, the girls aged sixteen or seventeen all turned pale and covered their eyes in fear.

Because they could not accept their idols being burned to death in flames.

"Fly, Krum, like a true warrior!"

"fly!"