I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Harry." Hermione and Ron were walking hard on the overgrown path.

"Shh!"

Harry, who was walking in the front, suddenly waved to the two of them. The three of them immediately leaned down, bent over, and groped forward little by little, and finally approached a tree, in the hollow of the tree's body.

"Look -" Harry stuck his head out and pointed to the shadow of the trees not far away.

"That is--"

The other two people then looked around. Under the sparse moonlight between the trees, just above the mottled halo, a black figure was lying on the ground strangely, with its limbs raised high and the back of its head pressed against the ground. Its mouthparts, which shouldn't exist, greedily sucked the blood flowing from the unicorn corpse on the ground.

"This~"

Seeing this, the three of them all widened their eyes. They were horrified and horrified. From the deepest part of everyone's heart, it seemed that the unspeakable evil was devouring their remaining sanity.

"What is that?" Hermione asked tremblingly.

Her body was close to the ground, and even the grass beside her was swaying.

"I don't know." Harry chattered.

However, unlike Hermione and Ron, he did not focus all his attention on the monster at this time, but looked around at the figure of a certain person.

"Oh my God. Should we run away quickly? If we are discovered by that monster." Ron was about to cry. He would rather fight a troll alone than stay in this place for a second.

As he spoke, he began to retreat tremblingly.

Then, like all story collections, the branch of his fate was stepped on.

"Click!" The sound was particularly clear and could travel far in this silent forest.

"Hoo~" Almost the next second after the sound came out, the black figure had already stood up.

The limbs turned out strangely, then twitched violently, and then returned to normal after a while.

"Harry~~" This time, Ron really cried.

Because he saw that monster staring at him!

Silent night.

The two parties just looked at each other.

What I saw——I saw Owen on the branch feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

He didn't expect Harry to come after him.

I chased him for a full twenty minutes.

The problem is, he obviously changed the route several times, but why can Harry still find the right direction?

Or was it because Voldemort was here and he was guided here automatically?

And he wasn't the only one who couldn't figure out the situation.

The mysterious man who was enjoying a midnight snack was obviously very surprised by the sudden appearance of several little wizards.

However, the Dark Lord is, after all, black magic.

After just a brief moment of confusion.

A flash of green light instantly illuminated the entire Forbidden Forest.

The three little ones quickly lowered their heads and squatted down, and the death curse just passed over their heads.

Uh-huh - raising your hands to gnaw on a big melon, this is very Voldemort-like.

"Bang!"

Another blasting spell struck, and a huge red fire shook Harry and the others out of the tree pit.

Then the man in black raised his wrist slightly and cast another death curse, heading straight towards Harry.

"Idiot!" At this moment, a scolding voice came from the black shadow under the robe.

Then, the curse flying towards Harry flew past his cheek due to the control of the caster.

"Hoo~ho~ho~~" The experience of death that he had never experienced before made Harry gasp for breath. His eyes were almost covered in green just now.

At that moment, he started to go through life.

"Bang!" The death curse passed by, blowing up a big tree in its middle.

The huge explosion brought Harry back to his senses.

"That child can only be killed by me! It can only be me!!!" Under the black robe, an angry voice sounded, and then another voice came, apologizing in horror: "I'm sorry, Master, it's mine. Wrong, I just wanted to——"

"enough!"

"Kill the other two who are in the way and give them to me!"

"Yes." The man in black robe bowed his body and said respectfully.

Then his eyes locked on Hermione.

"Avada——"

"Iron Armor"

Hermione subconsciously cast the Armor Charm. The blue armor is like a city wall made of paper.

It didn't even act as a delay. Just torn apart.

Seeing that her spell had no effect, Hermione was completely shocked, and she had no psychological preparation.

Although the death curse is clearly recorded in the book. There is no counter-spell.

But words are words and reality is reality. It was like the feeling she felt when she saw that her spell had failed and death was approaching. That feeling of powerlessness.

never had.

The stunned Hermione seemed to have lost her soul and did not make any resistance. She stared blankly at the green death light that was gradually gathering.

He closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was an explosion. Before the smoke dissipated, a playful voice followed.

"Hey, are you giving up now, Miss Granger? Is this still you? You don't know how some Slytherin drank the compound potion with Hermione's hair on it!"

When the smoke cleared, she slowly opened her eyes.

Suddenly, a boy she was very familiar with was looking at her lazily.

Owen took his wand and poked her cheek.

"Young lady, you're not dead yet," he said.

"Hey, I just said that you didn't pay attention in class. I remember that I clearly said that you must use transformation to deal with the death curse. There must be substantial physical collision to offset it, not pure magic."

The great Professor Sanchez has not given up teaching the worst student in this class at this time.

"Owen?" Hermione called his name blankly.

"What's wrong? I don't recognize you anymore?"

"That's so heartless. We've only met in the morning." Owen turned around slowly, holding the Phoenix wand in his hand.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die. After all, you still owe me one galleon." A smile appeared on his cheeks, and his gray eyes seemed to be the most precious gems in the world, allowing him to look at them People are forever immersed in it.

On the other hand, Quirrell was stunned for a second by the sudden appearance of Owen, and then raised his wand without hesitation. The next death curse was already on the way.

"Avada——"

"Avada——"

The first confrontation with the great Dark Lord.

As a former dark boss, Owen must of course give him complete respect.

Holding the wand tightly, he almost turned around and shouted the magic spell.

The life-stealing curse is like the thread pulled by the god of death, and your life will be taken away just by touching it.

"Demand for life!!"

Invisible waves of air puffed up Owen's robe.

There is a cold wind carrying strong moisture in the forest. Brushed across his handsome face.

The next moment, two green lights collided directly.

Immediately, they intertwined and canceled each other out.

"Haha, interesting. Is this the power of the so-called strongest dark wizard?" Owen smiled crazily and sarcastically said loudly: "Weak, it's really too weak, it's really disappointing."

After saying that, he stepped hard on the earth with his right foot.

Suddenly, the ice with the deadly ice blade was slashing towards Quirrell.

The ice knife reflects the dark moon, with unparalleled sharpness.

Today, the chairman angrily criticized the ministers and denounced the employees for their inefficiency, and then - I waited for 12 hours of unpaid overtime, and it was uncomfortable to come back at nine o'clock.

I really didn’t have any time to fish today. I was all working. Even the time in the break room at noon was used for meetings. It was uncomfortable.

What would the boss do if he really made money?