I, Hogwarts Week Two

"Oh, oh, oh - I just came back and I saw a freshly baked cabbage."

Owen walked out from the corner of the corridor.

On the other side, several Ravenclaw students were fighting with a pale, hunchbacked dark wizard.

"We want to take back our castle!"

"Yes, this is ours."

"Your end is at the executioner."

"Ah! I'm going to kill you, Avada Kedavra—"

A dazzling green light lit up.

Aim at a student.

The other little wizards waved their wands and cast stunning spells.

"Bang——" The deadly spell was dodged by the students.

They seemed to have been trained in this area and their movements were very fast.

Others could provide cover. For example, one of the young wizards used Transfiguration to create a wall in an attempt to block the attack. However, his casting speed was a bit slow and he didn't make it in time.

It seemed that the little wizards were very skilled in fighting and had a good chance of winning, but in fact, their magic could not cause any harm to those dark wizards at all.

This group of monsters can no longer be considered human beings. They cannot be killed by a mere stun spell.

"Ouch! Cabbages are pretty tough."

After saying that, Owen raised his hand without even taking out his wand.

Then, the dark wizard suddenly seemed to be captured by someone, with his limbs pressed against his body, his feet on tiptoe, and his head facing the ceiling.

"Wuwu——" He let out a shrill sob and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Some kind of liquid is constantly flowing out of the eyes, mouth, and ears, which may be brain marrow.

"Shhh - be quiet." Owen said gently, squeezing through the crowd and walking in front of the dark wizard in the shocked eyes of the little wizard: "Dizziness is a normal reaction, don't worry, it will be over fairly quickly."

Suddenly his hand shot up.

The dark wizard's face was torn off suddenly, and then his brain, spine, and internal organs spurted out like a fountain.

It flowed all over the ground.

The large intestine even sprayed onto the ceiling.

Fishing is like hell.

"Well, well - I knew it, you are such a loser, your physical strength is so low."

In front of Owen was a complete human skeleton.

Clean and nothing at all.

It still maintained the posture it had been in before the dark wizard died, but just two seconds later, it collapsed and shattered into glass.

"What a great fertilizer!" he exclaimed.

Then he shook his head and left amid the frightened gaze and pale face of the little wizard beside him.

Until he walked a long way away.

The little wizards finally came to their senses.

"啕——"

The little wizards finally couldn't bear it anymore. It was as if their stomachs were punched and they vomited everything out.

"Is that—Owen?"

"It seems so—"

"How did he-" The boy didn't finish his sentence, and everyone else understood.

Owen just now looked even more devilish than the devil.

They even felt that the Death Eater looked more like a victim.

On the other side, Owen went all the way to the auditorium from the third floor.

He came across several large cabbages along the way.

Most of them are Death Eaters, and some are members of other dark wizarding organizations captured by the Death Eaters to serve as their subordinates.

Irving treated all of them equally.

He merged all of them into a ball of flesh, letting them stand shoulder to shoulder, head to head, intestine to intestine, blending harmoniously and indistinguishable from each other.

And so we made our way to the auditorium.

Before he even entered the house, he had just reached the entrance when he heard the sounds of violent fighting and shouting coming from outside.

Outside the gate, the Order of the Phoenix was fighting a fierce battle with the dark wizards. A large number of spells were flying, filling the entire platform. There were quite a few people on both sides.

He saw Kingsley, Lupin, Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, as well as Luna, Dean, Colin and other students.

On the other side, there were more than a dozen wizards fighting with them.

Although the Order of the Phoenix had the advantage in numbers, the dark wizards' attack was fierce, and their bodies were immune to many low-level spells, and they used the Killing Curse unscrupulously.

Judging from the situation at the scene, the Order of the Phoenix was at a disadvantage.

"What's going on? Is everyone playing house?"

A sarcastic voice came from the gate.

Although the sound was not loud, the strange sound was heard by everyone present.

Everyone stopped subconsciously.

He looked towards the gate blankly.

After seeing a man with silver hair like a waterfall, a delicate face, and a bloody flesh ball with a diameter of more than ten feet floating behind him.

Whether it was the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix, everyone's hearts seemed to slow down for a beat.

An invisible fear spread throughout their bodies.

A sense of absurdity came over them, especially when they saw the boy, whose gender they could no longer tell, looking at them with a gentle smile.

"You--" suddenly a Death Eater spoke.

But he had just opened his mouth to read the first word.

The body was restrained by a big hand.

Owen raised his jade-like hand and waved it gently in the air, like a child playing with water in a stream.

Then, the Death Eater's blood and internal organs were separated from his body and passed to the next Death Eater with Owen's gesture.

Like fireworks, exploding one after another.

In the end, all the blood and flesh gathered towards the ball of flesh behind Owen.

In the blink of an eye, the diameter of the ball of flesh grew another circle larger.

“Excellent fertilizer.”

The demon opened his mouth and a disembodied voice sounded.

Like snow in the cold winter, a deeper coldness spread in everyone's hearts.

"Owen?" Lupin called him in an incredulous tone.

"Hmm? What's wrong Professor?"

"You" Lupin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. Everything that just happened was too shocking for him.

"What are you doing?" Kingsley spoke for him, frowning and looking at the helpless skeletons on the ground.

How evil and cruel this is!

Voldemort ends here!

"Seriously, I'm recycling. Unseriously, I'm making fertilizer."

"Recycling? What are you recycling?" Kingsley asked. "This flesh and blood?"

"Of course!" Owen nodded as a matter of course, "They all have the aura of the goddess of corruption, Ionia. Reclaiming them is to eradicate the roots of the foreign gods."

"Does this make you feel better?"

"Don't be so fragile, you're not a little boy." He said lightly: "Well, my job is hard. I don't have time to repair your broken heart."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves, turned and walked away.

Open the door to the auditorium.

There was also a fierce battle going on inside.

Professor McGonagall's wand whizzed through the air, and Snape kept retreating to defend himself. The collision of spells caused the two people's bodies to vibrate. At this moment, Professor McGonagall waved her wand at a torch on the wall, and the torch immediately flew out from the bracket and turned into a ring of fire.

The flames filled the entire corridor and flew towards Snape like a noose.

Snape waved his wand vigorously, and the ring of fire was no longer fire, but a huge black snake, which Mag blew into black smoke. Within a few seconds, the black smoke deformed and solidified into a dense dagger that chased after him.

The armor on the wall quickly flew over and blocked Snape. Daggers hit the chest of the armor, making a continuous clanging sound.

The armor began to change again, it turned into chains to lock Snape up. Some people in the crowd began to cast spells on Snape, but Snape's body suddenly turned into black mist. He rose up suddenly, avoiding all attacks, and rushed straight to the floor-to-ceiling window in front of the hall, breaking the glass and escaping from the castle.

Outside the window, Snape's body, shrouded in black mist, looked like a huge bat. He crossed the cliff outside the castle and merged into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest.

"Coward! Coward!" cried Professor McGonagall angrily.

Travers and the remaining dark wizards were also shouting Snape's name.

But after just one shout, he - they couldn't say anything anymore.

Because the tongue has left the mouth.

Next was the throat, and blood slowly floated in the air like a rushing river, gathering in front of the auditorium door.

Now everyone in the auditorium turned their heads.

When they saw Owen, especially the ball of flesh floating behind him.

Don't mention how shocked he looked.

"Oh my God, Owen, is that you?" Harry exclaimed in the crowd, his eyes widened and he said, "What is that behind you? How did you do that just now? What kind of magic is that?"

"Oh - that's not magic." Owen opened his arms, and suddenly the shadow under his feet seemed to come alive.

It expanded little by little and eventually turned into an invertebrate creature. Its abstract body squirmed and it opened an organ that looked like a mouth, swallowing the ball of flesh in one gulp.

Then chew it in big mouthfuls and swallow it.

Then he turned back into his shadow.

"I just completely mastered the ancient magic, and their bodies were filled with ancient magic." Owen explained in a friendly manner: "I plucked the strings, and the notes followed me naturally."

"you"

"You look like you're being controlled by a monster." Ron walked out from behind Harry: "I think we need to verify your identity."

"Hmm--" Harry nodded. "Quite a change of temperament," he said.

"Maybe this is me? The one you saw before was someone pretending to be me?" Owen looked at Harry and Ron with a smile.

Their expressions changed.

The little wizards in the auditorium involuntarily moved away from him.

"Hey - just a joke!" he said.

"Okay, okay, actually I have too many other people's memories in my head, so it's a bit confusing now."

"The Divine Tower?" Coyatel was right next to Ron.

"Yes." Owen said, "They are all the previous heirs and resisters."

he said.

Harry and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Nerves relax a little.

But Owen's next words made their hearts rise to their throats again.

"But I feel great now. It's like I used to walk with shackles, but now I don't even wear shoes. It's so relaxing. I used to be like this. I really want to remember some of my experiences in the Svent Orphanage. Hmm - I remember that the old pervert director seemed to be bitten to death by the wild dogs I controlled. Strange, why did I forget all this?"

Owen rubbed his chin.

"I really wanted to set a fire and burn those old white men - um, the orphanage employees?"

"That's really interesting. I really want to remember it."

He remembered.

The Svent Orphanage was a slave house established by a group of sexually perverted clergy to provide services to high-ranking bishops.

He appears to have entered the orphanage as a baby, and he controlled most of the staff with the Imperius Curse, taking pleasure in torturing them.

Later Grindelwald found him and took him away.

Before leaving, he used the Imperius Curse to control the guard.

The guard set fire in the middle of the night and burned down the entire orphanage.

"Damn it, how could I have forgotten such a fun thing?" Owen kept saying it was a pity, as if his beloved toy had been taken away and when he found it back today, it no longer looked the same as it did before.

"Owen!!!"

Suddenly a loud shout came from the crowd.

Subconsciously, Owen reached out his hand.

The powerful magic was like a hurricane, sweeping away half of the people in the auditorium.

"Sorry, distracted."

He said it perfunctorily without any sincerity.

As the figures swayed, Hermione stood out.

She looked at Owen.

Then he walked straight over.

She hugged his neck tightly and kissed him on the lips.

He tasted like ice, like firewhiskey, and more like sin.

Soon the girl lost the initiative.

She could only respond passively.

He gripped her hair to control the rhythm, kissing her slowly.

His lips brushed against hers lightly, causing a shiver to run through her body.

Soon, Owen felt something cold on his cheek and the little witch was crying.

A sense of responsibility spread, wanting to pass it on to him.

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"what's the situation?"

Harry froze in place.

He had come so close to drawing his wand.

Ron was also confused.

I totally don't understand what this scene is.

However, this kiss allowed Harry and the others to confirm that the cruel and strange-looking man was really Owen.

"Hey - is this appropriate? There are so many people watching?" Harry shouted.

He saw the two men hugging each other tighter.

"I don't understand. I think I'm going to grow a brain." The Hufflepuffs gathered together, and Justin got up from the ground. The hurricane created by Owen just now blew him down.

"Hermione, if you are controlled, just wave your hand! Move your little finger?" Koyatel was still worried. She knew the methods of the Outer Gods, and it was very easy to control a few people.

She now suspected that Owen was controlled by the outer gods.

Hermione might have been affected, too.

After a while, the lips of the two people in front of the auditorium door parted.

Hermione buried her head tightly in his shoulder.

Although she didn't understand the reason, the fact was that every time Owen left her, his personality would change drastically when he came back after a while.

Every time.

Perhaps it was due to the influence of the Divine Tower.

But now that he thought about it, he had already had this tendency before they came into contact with the Divine Tower.

The Tower of Divine Grant only reinforces this trend.

Follow him back to himself, and as time goes by, after a while, he will return to normal.

This is the phenomenon she observed and summarized.

There must be a deeper reason behind this, but she herself hasn't figured it out yet.