I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 53 Everyone, get out of the way, I want to start.

ps: In fact, this chapter should be coordinated with the next chapter.

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Owen suddenly smiled, "Actually, I'm a little curious about the honorific title you gave yourself, Dark Lord? Why did you choose this title?"

Voldemort said: "Because they have seen me kill people, they fear me, and those who kneel at my feet call me king."

Owen: "Why were you seen? Did you kill him cleanly enough?"

Voldemort: "What do you mean?"

Owen: "Someone called me that before."

Tom: "What then?"

Owen: "They're all dead."

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"In addition, there are still people who are alive who call you Voldemort. There are so many people calling you that. Shouldn't you reflect on why they are still alive?"

"Hehe-hehe-hehehehe-!" Mr. Tom seemed to have heard some funny joke.

Laugh out loud!

Suddenly, he controlled Quirrell's wand, waved his hand, and dispersed the black flames that separated the room.

Then Hannah, George and Fred, all driven by some kind of force, walked in.

"Owen~" As soon as she walked into the last room, the first thing Hannah saw was Owen sitting on the stone steps with his head tilted.

After she called him, her eyes fell on Voldemort.

"Ah~~~"

A sharp cry followed.

Hannah almost fell.

What did she see!

On the back of Professor Quirrell's head, there was actually another face, a pale and evil one. It looked like Snape's face, dressed in women's clothing and wearing foundation, smiling at her.

"Merlin's beard!" The twins also exclaimed.

The two of them would never have guessed this scene with Erpilian even if they tried hard enough.

Previously, they were the main force in the speculation about Quirrell wearing a scarf on his head, but most of them were stuffed with garlic.

There's a face behind the head, which - just thinking about it makes me cringe.

"The devil also plays hostage kidnapping?" Owen, who was sitting in the world, looked back, then stood up and patted the dust on his butt.

"Isn't that what you said? Kill everyone who sees me."

Voldemort smiled darkly.

There seemed to be some kind of green light spots flickering around him, and a cold breath rushed towards his face.

The heat of early summer that spread around them suddenly disappeared.

"Is it Avada again?" Owen's footsteps moved quietly.

After a few steps, he walked to Hannah.

Then he sighed slightly.

Looking down, I suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a lot of black sesame seeds carrying food in the corner.

That's - ants.

"Concerning the Death Curse, I find more and more that this curse has too many limitations." He spoke suddenly, attracting Voldemort's sideways glance.

"Every time you cast a spell, you have to have a strong hatred for the target - isn't this crazy?"

"Do dark wizards eventually turn into lunatics like you?" Owen raised his head and sneered.

"If you crush an ant to death, do you still have to hate the ant?"

"This is too ridiculous!" His gray eyes were filled with mockery.

"It's like I never remember the names of the souls who died under my wand. There are too many." A purple light flashed in Owen's eyes, which was the mark of ancient magic.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are countless souls wailing inside.

In this week's game, not many wizards survived to the end.

"Huh? You are the first person who dares to say such a thing in front of me." Voldemort used an extremely harsh voice, so crazy that it touched the eardrums of everyone present.

"Because you're not ruthless enough." Owen shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Oh~ Tom! Tom! Tom~~~"

Looking at him from a distance.

"When will you grow up?"

He glanced back.

Then he stretched out his wand and looked into the Mirror of Erised.

The foggy picture vaguely reflected what he was thinking.

Yes, all the Hogwarts wizards were standing beside him.

But what's more important is Irving's appearance.

He was wearing a purple and gold robe, sitting on a huge stone chair, hanging his hands, and saying hello to Owen in the real world.

"You! You're still too weak." Owen sighed.

This sentence seemed not to be addressed to the faceless monster next to him, but to the last prank of a middle school girl who had led a team to attack Hogwarts, like an unreasonable middle school girl.

The hero who resisted the White Devil.

Voldemort with the same title.

It was simply an insult to her.

"Ha--" The ugly thing attached to Quirrell's head almost laughed out loud.

Everyone said he was a madman.

But isn't the little wizard in front of him crazier than him?

Look what he said.

Owen didn't wait for Voldemort to speak. He just flicked his robe and said in a calm tone, as if asking you what you had for lunch: "What you have done can only be described in a simple and crude word."

"--fail!"

“Today, I will personally define success.”

"And you, you will look up to my creations with sincerity and fear."

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Needless to say, just like ants, destroy them!

"Avada——"

"Demand for life!!!"

Two voices, one big and one small, one old and one young, one hoarse and the other crisp.

It sounded almost simultaneously.

The two green lights collided instantly and intertwined.

"You are as humble as an ant, how can you compete with me for glory?"

In almost just a second, Owen's Death Curse was suppressed to the point where it was stuck to his wand.

"You are so shameless in your talk, you are such a lowly person."

"Is this what Dumbledore taught you?"

"Answer me!" Tom was furious. No one had ever dared to challenge his authority.

His crazy roar will turn into the most evil beast in the night, and all the suppression of the past year will be released today.

"interesting."

But Owen responded to him with the same mocking face.

His peripheral vision glanced at Hannah and the others.

Then he lowered his waist at almost 90 degrees, raised his head, and directly cut off the killing curse that was entangled with it.

Green light flew over his head.

The turbulent wind blew his robes.

"Every path worthy of greatness must be met with doubts and obstacles. I don't expect you to understand, but you must surrender."

The violent magical energy in his left hand poured into the wand in his right hand, and a thick purple lightning suddenly shot out from the tip of Owen's wand.

"Crack!"

The purple lightning instantly cut off most of the stone pillars in the hall.

And showed its most majestic side towards Voldemort.

This is the most powerful ancient magic he has mastered at this stage.

It is also the limit that can be displayed.

"What are you still doing? Are you blind? Can't you see my big shining eyes giving signals like crazy?"

"Still not running!" Hannah and Weasley, who were scolded by Owen, were stunned, and then woke up as if from a dream.

Turn around and run.

"It's okay, run, he can't catch up."

Owen said calmly while leading the two of them to escape while casting a magic spell behind him.

"Hogwarts is full of restrictions. He can't apparate. He relies on his legs. He is an eighth-level cripple. I guess Quirrell's body must be on the verge of collapse. Otherwise, he will never break through in advance. Thief Take the magic stone.

So how can you outrun us? "

Owen beamed with pride.

Brother, maybe magic can't beat you, but it can't beat your body?

How can our original parts outperform the second-hand assembly goods collected by you, a garbage man?

ε=(ο｀*)))Alas

I once dreamed of twenty-eight thousand a day~

But who knew it would be an afternoon~

The moon outside the window is a little cold~

I thought it was still dark~

Du road~du road~du road~blocked road~~grass! ~

Du road~du road~du road~blocked road~~grass! ~

My ~poor vacation~

Nope~