I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 511 Supreme Will

(This chapter has been revised)

Deep in the forbidden forest, the fog was filled, as if an invisible being was quietly awakening. Whenever the wind blew, the fog surged like an awakened ghost, bringing waves of biting cold.

In the mist, some strange shapes can be vaguely seen. They seem to be wriggling and deforming, yet they are elusive.

Occasionally, a shrill cry would break the claustrophobia of the forest, but it would soon be drowned out by the gradually fading wind and snow.

Along the way, Owen didn't meet any little wizards.

Yes, in weather like this, most people would like to put the stove behind them.

He entered the shed through the gap left by the third grade.

The furnishings in the room remained the same, and had not changed since Lupin graduated.

It was messy and gray, with peeling wallpaper, stains all over the floor, and broken furniture.

In a corner of the living room, there were still some dark red marks on the floor that could not be removed.

And the culprit who left the traces - the corpse - had long disappeared.

Owen thought of the vampire who died here, a passerby whose name he still didn't know.

Looks like some vampire ancestor.

It's also strange to say.

Vampires are not considered dark creatures in the world of Harry Potter. Apart from prohibiting vampires from biting other wizards or Muggles, there are almost no legal restrictions, of course, except for invisible discrimination.

For example: Lorcan Deiss, a wizard singer who is loved by female witches, is a vampire. His song "Beside You" topped the music charts for 19 consecutive weeks.

Vampires don't have to just drink blood, they can eat other foods, and can integrate with wizards and Muggles. There are people in the Ministry of Magic who have a good relationship with vampires.

But in recent years, more and more vampires have turned to Voldemort, and no one knows the secret behind it.

Unlike werewolves, the status of vampires in the magical world, although also deeply discriminated against by veteran wizards, is still healthy overall, and there is no need for them to follow Voldemort in order to improve their social status.

Maybe there was another reason, a deeper, darker reason.

A heavy voice sounded in the shadows, "Did you plan the war in London?"

The broken wall in front of Owen suddenly began to bulge, and then the wallpaper cracked, and a person squeezed out from the bulge.

"Unfortunately, it's not me." Owen's right hand held up an invisible light curtain to keep the dust out. "It's the Muggles' plan."

"Impossible!" Bellatrix stared at him coldly, anger flickering in her eyes. She felt she was being humiliated.

Suddenly, on her right arm, silver metal lines, which were silk threads compiled from ancient runes, spread to her shoulders and then her neck at a terrifying speed.

A trace of horror flashed across Bellatrix's face. She tried to pull the silver metal wires with her left hand, but they were like alive, twisting under her skin, as if to devour her life.

She fell suddenly, her face turned pale quickly, her lips trembled, but she couldn't make a sound. Her neck was pinched.

"You want to kill me?" Owen lowered his eyebrows and stared at the woman. "You should be smarter. At least don't have such a direct thought in your mind."

Bellatrix half-knelt on the ground, clenched her fists, closed her eyes tightly, and quickly calmed the restlessness in her heart. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, and the threads on her body caused by the Unbreakable Curse gradually disappeared.

"You shouldn't have ambushed the Death Eaters." She stood up with difficulty and looked at Owen with a frown. "Some of them are the ones I want to win over."

"What does this have to do with me?" The boy's emerald eyes stared at her face frivolously, "Did I let them die?"

"Also - I repeat for the last time, everything was arranged by the Muggles themselves. I had no involvement."

"That's Dumbledore!" Bellatrix said with certainty, her face full of resentment, "Otherwise, relying on those stupid animals..."

"Let me correct you." Owen looked around the Shrieking Shack leisurely. Through the broken wall, the wind from outside rushed in. The snow was falling heavier and heavier. Only the echo of wailing remained in his ears. The White Death completely controlled the bodies of the creatures outside, forcing them to rush towards any place that emitted heat.

The boy's long silver hair danced wildly in the wind, and his emerald green eyes were like the eternal permafrost under the ten thousand meter ice layer in Antarctica, translucent and chilling to the bone.

"You're not smart." The wailing sound of the wind and snow was finally blocked by Owen using his magic wand to transform a door with glass windows. The gap was blocked.

"Wizards are not smart, and Muggles are not weak either. From a rational and objective point of view, wizards can use magic, so many difficult problems can be solved by waving a wand. This has led to most people not being able to use their brains well, and having almost no basic logical reasoning ability."

"Snape once tested us with a question in our first year, a logical deduction question about potions and poisons."

Owen said casually, throwing out a ball of fluorescent light. "On the other hand, Muggles have to rely on their wisdom to solve many problems. They often use their brains, so they are naturally smarter.

For example, wizards can’t build a bridge across the sea even with magic, but Muggles can create one without magic. It’s clear who is smarter.”

"So, the fact is, the stupid animal you thought of killed the one you were fighting for."

Bellatrix remained silent, with a look of contempt on her face. It was obvious that she did not believe the horrible 'truths' Owen said.

"The power of wizards is supreme, and Muggles are nothing but lowly creatures." She emphasized, but it was her re-emphasis that further proved her fear in her heart. She just didn't want to accept it.

"Heh..." Owen smiled ghostly, "With this idea in mind, drowning from beginning to end is not bad. At least I don't have to accept the silent roar when my world view collapses."

"Okay..." He raised his jade-like hand, waved it, and said, "Where is Voldemort? Is he dead?"

Hearing this, Bellatrix suddenly frowned and became a little agitated. After a long while, she replied, "Dead."

"Dead? Are you sure?"

"Muggle weapons fell, and a mile around was turned into a sea of ​​fire. No one could withstand that kind of attack. If he escaped earlier, he should have appeared within a month. But he didn't--"

"Tsk, tsk--" It's not good news. Owen held his chin with his hand, just as he said in front of Harry's bed, worried.

"You didn't see him die immediately. Technically, he disappeared in the sunshine."

"It's up to you to understand it." Bellatrix's body trembled slightly. She witnessed that scene. In the high temperature of five thousand or six thousand degrees, what is the difference between disappearance and death?

"Then how do you survive?" Owen suddenly looked at Bellatrix, "Aren't you always with Voldemort?"

There are some benefits to Voldemort's death. At least it can delay his progress in finding the Tower of Divine Providence, and grandpa can be safer in Canada.

"No—" Bellatrix shook her head, "I was already exposed. In those few days. So I didn't follow him."

"Oh, you're lucky then." Owen said indifferently, "But Voldemort will definitely be resurrected, he can't die now.

So, what about the Gaunt Ring? Do you have any clues?"

"No."

"But there will be clues later."

"after?"

"If someone helps to revive him, then that person should have some information."

"Really?" Owen heard the perfunctory tone in Bellatrix's words.

Yes, she was still loyal to the Dark Lord. The enemy they were working against was Voldemort, who had made a deal with the Outer Gods. As for the other Horcruxes, she was naturally unwilling to help him search with all her strength, because Senior Tom still needed to keep a Horcrux so that he could live forever. A miserable life.

"Hehe..." He turned to look at Bellatrix, and whispered in a strange tone: "I think the most merciful gift in this world is that people cannot understand the universe. Most people live their lives on a quiet island called 'Ignorance', isolated in a black ocean surrounded by heavy miasma. Many people, including you, are sailing blindly on this ocean, not realizing what kind of disaster they are about to cause."

The corners of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, his palms turned, and the Phoenix Wand suddenly appeared. He pointed at Bellatrix and said, "Smash to pieces!"

"boom--"

The gray spell cut through the air and collided with an invisible shield.

Bellatrix stared at Owen with eyes wide open in disbelief.

Staring at his right hand.

The same silver thread also appeared at his wrist, spreading towards his heart and neck like blood vessels.

But this extension only reached his forearm and stopped there.

Like being blocked by something.

"Why?" Bellatrix murmured, staring at Owen with dull eyes.

"The way a contract is signed must conform to the laws of nature." The boy put away his wand, "Just like a stream cannot sign a contract with the sea, because the stream will eventually flow into the sea."

He stared at Bella with a smile on his face. All magic will eventually return to ancient magic. This is the eternal truth determined by the principle of regressivity.

Unless Bella used the same ancient magic to sign an unbreakable curse with him.

Otherwise – it is destined to be a one-sided agreement.

"Likewise." He stepped around Bellatrix. "What natural law do you think was used to repair Senior Tom's broken soul? Was it the river? The sea? Where is its source?"

"you"

“Do things with peace of mind, otherwise you will find that some things are lost much faster than they are gained.”

As he spoke, Owen stepped forward and opened the door, and the wind and snow poured in again.

But at this moment, Bellatrix felt something far colder than the wind and snow.

She looked up and took one last glance at the figure disappearing in the wind and snow.

Her mind suddenly recalled the ancient madness that she had only caught a glimpse of several years ago in a mysterious tower on the Greek island of Mothrace. Just one glance was enough to make her feel as if she had fallen into an icy cave and unable to sleep or eat.

That was the beginning of the Dark Lord's descent into madness and self-disintegration.

It was the sacrifice that the treacherous evil god used to capture souls with sophisticated lies.

She thought she had escaped from that cage that was like falling into the abyss and was free.

But now.

In Bellatrix's increasingly crazy memory, the two fleeting glimpses were slowly overlapping.

Eventually the two become one.

In an instant, those memories, those towering stone pillars covered with green sticky in the huge towers made of rugged boulders, exuded strange and inexplicable evil thoughts and evil nature, and on those stone pillars, endless hieroglyphs covered its surface.

She still remembered the crazy laughter that the African priest Laviyu had given out when he first saw these strange words.

Behind that laughter was a string of ancient prayers, older than the majestic pyramids of ancient Egypt and the magnificent gardens of ancient Babylon. It was blasphemous words recorded on clay tablets unearthed in the Mesopotamian plain.

—The Supreme Will existed in the past, the Supreme Will exists in the present, and the Supreme Will shall exist forever.

The Quidditch game was over.

Hogwarts fell into a period of calm again.

As time entered December and Christmas approached, Slughorn announced that he would hold a Christmas party and invite a group of famous wizards to attend. He would also invite some young wizards, and each invitee could bring a companion.

Unlike the Christmas ball held for the competition two years ago, this year's party was private.

Not open to everyone.

But precisely because of its privacy, and Slughorn's promise to invite a group of wizards who are well-known in the wizarding world, the ball became popular among the younger wizard community.

Everybody wants to see the world.

Besides, the atmosphere in the wizarding world has been too tense recently, and everyone needs to relax.

But none of this mattered to Owen. Ever since he'd made some shocking remarks on the Hogwarts Express, Slughorn had been in a state of ecstasy and had been keeping away from him. As expected, Slughorn would not invite him. Ever.

But do you care?

Some life has been restored in the castle, and the DA's meeting is proceeding normally.

The last meeting before Christmas.

It was an ordinary day.

The main topic of this exchange was the experience of wandless casting.

Compared with such obscure techniques, the young wizards are more interested in the magnificent and unique magic of origin.

But because of the weather, Owen didn't want to teach them.

If you want to practice Origin Magic, you can't stay in the Room of Requirement, you have to go outside.

And this - Owen refused.

The freezing weather made him decide not to leave the warm fireplace.

no way!

At this moment, while Harry was teaching Neville how to correctly perform the levitation spell without a wand, a DA member rushed into the Room of Requirement.

He brought a message.

"Hermione is back."

Miss Granger is back?

I haven't had time to revise the post recently, so it's been delayed. I'll be back to normal tomorrow.