ps: Actually, this chapter has to be coordinated with the next chapter.

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

Voldemort said, "Because they have seen me murderous, and they are afraid of me, and they who fall at my feet, call me king." ”

Owen: "Why are you being seen?" Is it because you didn't kill clean enough? ”

Voldemort: "What do you mean?" ”

Owen: "People used to call me that. ”

Tom: "And then?" ”

Owen: "They're all dead. ”

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"Outside of the first time, there are people who are alive who call you Voldemort, and so many people call you that, shouldn't you reflect on why they are still alive?"

"Hehe-hey-hey-hey——!" Mr. Tom was as if he had heard some joke that made people laugh.

Laugh out loud!

Suddenly, he took control of Quirrell's wand and, with a wave of his hand, dispersed the black flames that separated the room.

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

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

After she called out to him, her eyes fell on Voldemort.

"Ah~~~"

A shrill cry followed.

Hannah almost fell.

What did she see!

On the back of Professor Quirrell's head, there was another face, one that was white and evil. It looked like Snape was smiling at her with foundation.

"Merlin's beard!" The twins let out an exclamation as well.

This two-faced scene, even if the two of them want to break their heads, they won't guess it.

Previously, there had been speculation that Quirrell was behind the scarf on his head, and they were the main force, but most of them were speculations about garlic stuffing.

There's also a face in the back of the head, which — it's chilling just to think about.

"The Demon King also plays the trick of hostage kidnapping?" Owen, who was sitting in the world, looked back, and then got up and patted the dust on his buttocks.

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

Voldemort smiled grimly.

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

Let the heat of early summer that spreads around suddenly disappear.

"Is Arvada again?" Owen's footsteps moved quietly.

After a few steps, he walked in front of Hannah.

Then he sighed softly.

When I looked down, I suddenly saw that in the corner of the wall, there seemed to be a large pile of black 'sesame seeds' carrying food.

That's - ants.

"As for the Curse of Death, I am increasingly discovering that the limitations of this spell are too great." His abrupt opening drew Voldemort's sideways glance.

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

"Are dark wizards going to end up being crazy like you?" Owen looked up and sneered.

"Crush the ants, do you still have to be full of hatred for the ants?"

"That's ridiculous, isn't it?" His gray eyes glowed with mockery.

"It's like I never remember the name of the soul that died under my wand. Too much. Owen's eyes flashed with a purple streamer, the mark of ancient magic.

If you look closely, you will see that there are countless souls wailing in it.

There are not many wizards who survive to the end.

"Huh? You are the first person who dares to say such things in front of me. Voldemort used a very shrill voice, crazy about 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 afar.

"When are you going to grow up?"

He glanced back.

Then he stretched out his wand and looked at the Mirror of Eris.

The foggy picture blurred the reality of what he was thinking.

That's right, all the Hogwarts wizards stood beside him.

But, more critically, what Owen looks like.

Dressed in a purple and gold robe, he sat on a huge stone chair that stood tall, holding his hands and greeting Owen in the real world.

"You! It's still too weak. Owen sighed.

This sentence doesn't seem to be for the faceless monster next to him, but for the last prank of the second secondary girl who once led the team to attack Hogwarts, like some vexatious little girl.

A hero who rebelled against the White Lord.

Voldemort with the same title.

It's just an insult to her.

"Hah-" The ugly thing clinging to Quirrell's head was about to burst out laughing.

They all say he's a madman.

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

Look at what he's talking about.

Owen didn't wait for Voldemort to speak. He just flicked his robe, and said in a bland tone as if asking you what you had at noon: "What you have done has always been described in a simple and crude word. ”

"-Failed!"

"Now, I'm going to make sure I'm going to do it myself."

"And you, you will look up to my work, and you will be terrified."

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Needless to say, like ants, destroy!

"Arvada—"

"Desperate !!"

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

Ringing almost at the same time.

The two green rays collided in an instant, intertwined.

"You are as humble as an ant, why should you compete with me."

Almost in a second, Owen's life-seeking spell was suppressed to the point where it was sticking to his wand.

"Don't be ashamed, squirt."

"Is that what Dumbledore taught you?"

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

His frenzied roar was about to turn into the most evil beast of the night, and all the repression of the year was to be released today.

"Interesting."

But Owen still responded with the same mocking face.

His afterglow swept over Hannah and them.

Then he bent down almost at ninety degrees, raised his head, and directly broke the killing curse entangled with it.

Green light flew over his head.

The wind stirred and whistled his robes.

"All the way worthy of greatness will be subject to doubts and obstacles, and I do not expect you to understand, but—you must surrender."

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

"Click!"

Purple lightning cut off most of the stone pillars of the main hall in an instant.

And show Voldemort its most majestic side.

This was the strongest ancient magic he had mastered at this stage.

It's also the limit of what can be performed.

"What are you doing? Are you blind? Can't you see the old man's big shining eyes frantically giving signals? ”

"Don't run yet!" Hannah and Weasley, who were scolded by Owen, were stunned for a moment, and then woke up like a dream.

Turn around and run.

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

While throwing a spell behind him, Owen, who led the two to escape for their lives, said calmly.

"Hogwarts is forbidden everywhere, he can't apparition, he relies on his legs, he's an eighth-level cripple, I guess Quirrell's body should be on the verge of collapse, otherwise he would never break through in advance and steal the Philosopher's Stone.

So how can you outrun us? ”

Owen was smug.

Dude, maybe magic can't beat you, but more than physical?

Our original parts, can you still outrun the second-hand assembly goods that you garbage guy has saved?