I, Hogwarts Second Week

Hermione suddenly became more sensitive to everything around her. In the blur, she seemed to 'see' the faces of the wizards around her.

Obviously she couldn't see there.

But when she hasn't observed carefully.

Hermione suddenly realized that her body suddenly felt light.

No - not the body.

Her senses clearly told her that she was still lying on the altar, but the illusion of floating was particularly clear.

It's like the soul is being separated from the body.

This made her really worried.

She couldn't continue to pretend, her feelings were rebelling, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to get any secrets out of this witch's mouth.

Hermione made up her mind.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Miss Granger."

A lazy voice reached her ears.

The wizards present suddenly turned around and focused their attention on the wizard behind them.

"Mr. Manlio?" the leader of the old man said warily.

"Do it-" Mr. Tully's lips curled into a faint smile.

His expression was like a spring breeze, like the wind on the plateau blowing from Hogwarts.

The firm voice just fell.

A bright blue petal suddenly appeared under Hermione's body, and the gravity that bound her disappeared instantly.

As for herself, she quickly turned around, and the magic that had been condensed for a long time in her right hand suddenly lit up.

"Original flow·soul torrent."

This is a simplified version of the Origin Curse specially customized by Owen for Hermione.

He had previously used it to kill a Blast-Ended Skrewt in Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class, but Hagrid used it as a killing curse.

Compared with the original version of Soul Torrent, the simplified version greatly shortens the time for condensing magic power. Although there is still a forward swing for casting, it is only one or two seconds.

The main reason is that after simplification, the input magic power is reduced sharply, and Hermione can use this magic without a wand.

Of course - the drawback is that the power is greatly reduced.

The magic that was several oak trees thick was now only the size of a fist.

However, this does not affect its harm to human wizards.

The magic hit the wizard right in the chest.

As expected, the old priest immediately got defensive.

The defensive magic, which was far more powerful than the Iron Armor Curse, collided with the rapids.

And this was what Hermione had expected.

If she were an ordinary wizard, she would not use origin magic, which would probably be a non-harmful spell such as a petrification spell or a confinement spell.

But now that she has fallen into the pile of dark wizards, how can she not use all her strength.

This was a habit she had developed through recent frequent battles.

And this was a habit that won her the battle.

The continuous torrent of souls penetrated the old priest's body two seconds after the blockage stopped, along with the wall and the land behind her, and did not stop until she saw the sunshine outside.

"Oh my God! What happened?"

“Look at that—a sudden light shot out of the ground.”

"Oh my God, is there someone fighting beneath us?"

"Perhaps the two Englishmen had a quarrel with Mr. Tully?"

The torrents shot through the land and bloomed in the courtyard before dispersing.

The little wizards present all saw this amazing scene.

The protruding magic surprised them, and some people had already moved over, ready to see what was going on underneath through the hole in the ground.

And some smarter ones.

They had already sensed something from the name Mr. Tully addressed to the girl when he appeared in person and welcomed the two into the house.

Miss Granger - although it was in English, there was no mistaking the name.

Over the past month, they all recognized the name Yuzi.

The terrifying Hogwarts witch, with her power that shocked the world, swept the front pages of newspapers in most countries around the world.

During that time, newspapers in almost every country published photos of the witch.

The figure under the stars became the idol of little wizards all over the world overnight.

At first, they had no idea that two people dressed so casually could be legendary witches.

So I didn't look at it carefully at all.

Now think about it - God, isn't that Miss Granger?

But - after thinking about all this, the little wizards in the courtyard fell into confusion again.

If that was Miss Granger, how could Mr. Tully come into conflict with her?

What happened underground?

At this time, the basement, which was not hidden, was full of people.

Most people pointed their wands at the girl on the altar.

Others pointed their wands at Mr. Tully.

"You actually betrayed us!" the leader of the old man said angrily.

And naturally he didn't get any response.

Because at this time, the Manlio Tully standing in front of them was no longer himself.

Because he didn't understand Arabic, someone's Imperius Curse was applied gradually.

From the beginning, it was just a parasitic consciousness, allowing the original owner to act on his own, and then it gradually eroded his consciousness.

"Do you know what the consequences of betrayal are?"

"Kill him!" someone shouted.

Then several green lights illuminated the basement eerily.

However, Manlio Tully did not resist at all, and all the killing curses hit his body.

Just like that - like a collapsed building.

Manlio Tully reared back.

Death swallowed him straight.

"It seems like the world is a beast as I said."

A contemptuous tone mixed with a touch of mockery.

The sound came from somewhere in the basement.

The wizards around him turned around quickly.

They saw a young wizard getting up unsteadily, patting the dust on his body, and then his eyes fell on the fallen figure over there.

“I’m really becoming more and more kind.”

Owen rubbed his head and sighed casually.

He would definitely torture this guy before, but now - he gave this guy a good death.

It seems that he has indeed changed.

Perhaps, there was a true thought in what he said to Miss Granger. After fighting with God, he lost his previous interest in playing around with humans and specific wizards.

After seeing something bigger, everything between people becomes insignificant.

Owen's voice aroused the vigilance of the beautiful witch closest to him. She held her wand tightly and stared directly at the boy in front of her.

"Boring."

The crystal wand appeared in his hand. Owen looked around and said flatly: "It's hard to be boring."

"Avada Kedavra!"

The shrill green light lit up again, and the hanging scythe of the God of Death fell lightly, immediately taking away a sinful soul.

Yes.

The graceful witch fell to the cold ground.

Her eyes were staring ahead blankly, with no trace of fear on her face. Death came too quickly, and she was not ready yet.

"I originally thought you had some strength."

"This is the result."

"They might as well be Death Eaters. Sure enough, today's wizards are becoming more and more useless."

Owen waved his wand calmly.

Force field magic - the suddenly bright petals deflected all the spells that attacked him.

Green, red, and gray spells flashed like fireworks in the basement.

Some hit the wall, others hit some unlucky person.

"Everyone——"

Owen lazily held up the magic spell and spoke while attacking.

"As for me, I only need one survivor who can give me Legilimency. As for the others - why don't you kill each other? I guarantee that the one who survives will be safe."

His emerald green eyes scanned the wizards present, "I know you can all understand English. After all, you are all elites from pure-blood families. There is no way you can't even speak English."

"How about I kindly give you - um - five minutes, is that enough?"

As Owen finished speaking, the entire basement fell into deathly silence. All the wizards stopped what they were doing, their eyes filled with fear and uneasiness.

Of course, they weren't really stupid enough to kill each other.

They were just shocked.

Shocked by the young man in front of him.

To be able to travel with that Granger, he must also be a wizard at Hogwarts.

Merlin!

Is there another little wizard as powerful as Granger in that school?

At this time, all the wizards wailed in their hearts.

Maybe not two, but more.

It's just that the witch was so popular that other little wizards who were not weak were overshadowed.

Oh my God!

What kind of magic school is that? Why are all the students monsters?

"Owen!"

At this time, Miss Granger's call came from the other side of the altar.

"Oh - it seems that the game may not be able to be carried out this time." The boy said with some distress.

Then, the playful expression disappeared from his face, and the wand in his hand began to wave rapidly.

The frequency was quite fast, and those black magic defense spells were released by him like a violent storm.

In addition, the two little beasts who have been fishing in his pocket also participated.

This accelerated the trend of the war situation even more.

Sirocco's magical ability to control plants is very suitable for this dark and closed environment.

Because you have nowhere to hide.

Owen is not worried about these people escaping. They cast an anti-Apparition spell on the house themselves. Of course - this may also be cast by the Tully family. After all, as a pure-blood family, they cast this kind of protective spell on their own home. , is a very common thing.

The Malfoy family mansion, Black's ancestral home, and even his own home in London were all under anti-Apparition spells.

No one wants to know that someone sneaks in while sleeping at night.

And this announced the end of this group of people.

To be honest, these people are not weak in strength, far beyond ordinary adult wizards, but they are still some distance away from Aurors.

They belong to the kind of pampered young masters and ladies.

Because of his strong family background, he can master some magic spells that ordinary wizards have never seen, as well as various precious magic props, but his own strength is so-so.

Only the old guy at the head was a little more difficult to deal with.

He masters a strange totem magic, a kind of magic belonging to shamans.

Although Owen doesn't understand why this guy who looks more European than a European with a voice and a smile can master shamanic witchcraft, the fact is that this guy can make his nihilistic totem come alive, which is a sphinx. , only as big as an elephant, but it still caused him a little bit of trivial trouble.

After he used the Killing Curse to shatter his totem.

The old guy started rummaging around again and took out novelty items from the treasure chest on the inside of his robe.

Owen observed the battle on Granger's side.

The old priest seemed to have a certain ability to reorganize flesh and blood, and the magic bombarded her body, and the effect was greatly weakened.

Moreover, the lost flesh and blood will quickly grow back. In short, it is really evil.

But like these idiots, she doesn't have many attack methods.

Also, if a person can live indefinitely relying on other people's souls, then she will definitely continue to study soul magic, and will not care about other magic, as long as she can use it.

So she was suppressed by Miss Granger, but the latter had no way to defeat her.

On the other side, the old guy took out a new prop, which was a square metal box that looked like stacked building blocks.

The moment he took out the box, the old man's saggy cheeks twitched in pain for a moment, and then threw the box to the ground without hesitation.

The next second, a very magical scene appeared.

The box collapsed quickly like building blocks, and then fragmented building blocks spread out in all directions.

Soon Owen noticed that the space around him became tighter.

It was like the feeling when he was fighting with the outer gods and blocked all the space channels.

No - it's different this time, it's not a blockage.

The so-called blockage is to put a layer of magic from outside gods on the entrance of the passage, making it impossible for wizards to enter.

This time was different. This time he didn't feel any unusual magic around him.

More like -

“Interesting, there is a folding space in that box, which closes everything around it into that space.

Hmm--kind of like mirror magic. "Irving immediately understood the truth of what was happening around him.

Dumbledore is the master of mirror magic.

He had mastered this magic fifty or sixty years ago.

5 He can easily drag a person into the mirror world and then fight in the mirror, so that he will not attract the attention of Muggles.

It's a pity that such a useful magic is too difficult to cast, so only a handful of people in the world can use it.

However, the professor mentioned this magic when he opened the stove for him.

So Owen was not surprised by this sudden spatial transformation.

"The true form is revealed!"

Golden light flashed from the tip of the crystal wand, and all the surrounding walls and houses disappeared in an instant.

The outside world is as pale as a kaleidoscope.

It is a world presented by countless spaces superimposed on each other and intertwined with each other.

It looks very magical.

"This kind of magic item is really rare. But -" Owen glanced at the people around him who were either knocked down by him or tied up by Sirocco's vines, as well as Granger and the old priest.

Everyone is locked into this space.

This shows that this magic should not distinguish between friend and foe. Presumably, how can you remove yourself from such a folded space?

Therefore, the old guy is also here, probably hiding behind those kaleidoscope-like intertwining spaces.

Owen smiled slightly, then jumped in the direction of Miss Granger.

"Owen—" Hermione looked around warily.

She had never seen such magic.

"What a joke!" The boy pulled Hermione, waved his wand, and chanted a spell.

A powerful force of magic surged out of the wand and spread around.

Then the magic was instantly ignited, and blue-white flames surrounded the two of them like an indestructible shield.

"Fire Escape-Protection!"

Then, the flames spread rapidly in all directions.

It spins around, devouring everything it encounters along the way.

The living wizards trapped in the space were also swallowed up. They screamed in terror and tried to escape, but to no avail. The flames engulfed them mercilessly, turning them into ashes.

Eventually, the entire space is covered in flames. Hermione stood in the center of the flames, and the screams in her ears moved her a little.

She obviously knew that these people were definitely heinous criminals, but she felt a palpitation in her heart.

Maybe there should be a more civilized way, judicial trial or something, dying like this is scary.

Hermione's brown eyes reflected fire. She was afraid of the person who cast the spell, and the girl couldn't help but hold the boy's hand tightly.

On the other side, Owen seemed to be aware of it.

After giving Hermione a gentle smile, the magic power output from the wand suddenly increased.

The flame gradually materialized into a fire dragon.

The galloping dragon roared and spit out lava-like flames. Along with its burning body, the fire suddenly became more intense.

Soon the old guy hiding behind the kaleidoscope-like space revealed his true identity.

There is fire everywhere!

He has nowhere to hide.

However, it should not be said that this guy has a really large collection.

At some point, he took out another cloak made of unknown leather from his lining pocket. Its flowing surface resisted the burning of the flames.

"Hey, you really are Doraemon."

Conveniently, Owen continued to increase his magic power.

In an instant, the flames that seemed to burn the river and boil the sea and fall into the sun were finally beyond the reach of a magic item.

At this moment, the old guy in the cloak had a painful expression on his face. His body was surrounded by flames. Although he was blocked by the cloak, the blazing high temperature still made him feel unbearable. He felt like he was in warm water. Boiled frog, death is coming and getting closer.

"No - don't! I surrender, I surrender!" he shouted, his voice full of fear and despair.

This time he opened his mouth and spoke in English.

Owen did not respond to him, but just looked at it coldly. No matter how you looked at the magic props, they did not come from a family or an area. How he got them might be able to get a glimpse of them from this weird altar. .

It doesn't matter if they mutilate the wizard's body, even his soul must become their magic material.

Sure enough, compared to evil, humans are far superior to any other species.

The screams and wails continued, and gradually the old guy's shouts gradually became weaker.

"Owen."