On the British Isles, on an isolated island in the waters of the North Sea, in the castle called Azkaban, a teenager who looked like he was huddled in the corner of the prison wall through an iron fence.

"Friend, do you know Grindelwald?"

"Let's join the Saints and take down the Ministry of Magic together!"

Seeing that the godless man was unmoved, Owen continued to increase his chips and shouted, "As long as you are willing to join the saints, I will take you out!" ”

"Or make any of your wishes come true!"

"I-want you to shut up!" The unbearable man raised his head numbly and shouted in a dry voice.

"Shhhh What a man, rebellious—" Owen rolled his eyes at the big dog and ran toward another cell.

"P-ma'am, Grindelwald understands?"

Not far from Sirius's cell was the Death Eaters, with whom Voldemort's most loyal lackeys were.

And his cousin, the famous snake licker Bella, is only one room away from him.

Feeling the dark, damp, and foul-smelling hallway, Owen quickly found the mad woman.

"Get out!"

"Okay!"

Compared to Sirius, the Death Eaters were much more ruthless, and they were frantically cared for by the Dementors, who had little strength to deal with him anymore, and they were not in the mood.

Every day is a mess, for fear that one day if a Dementor pushes a little harder, his poor soul will become a pitiful appetizer for them.

On days like this, anyone will be numb.

This is also why Azkaban has never escaped from prison for so many years.

If nothing else, even if the Dementors generously let people out of the castle, how many people would be able to cross the sea with their emaciated bodies without the help of magic?

The Death Eaters couldn't.

Neither can Owen himself.

"Hey! That crazy little ghost. ”

Just as Owen was undeterred and ready to fool the next family, a dry voice suddenly came from the silent hallway.

He turned his head to look, just in time to meet Bella's crazy eyes.

She opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and said, "How did you get to this place?" ”

With a dead head and a face covered in mud, Bella suddenly became very interested in the child in front of her.

Azkaban died like a deep pool, and not much happened every day.

"Old Fudge bullied me for being weak and powerless, and I could endure being a bandit on the other side. Is there still a royal law in this British sky? Is there still a law? Owen stood in the dark hallway, performing a one-man show, "I! Is it appropriate for a thirteen-year-old wizard to take me up and throw me indiscriminately into Azkaban just because I spat on him twice? ”

"Is it appropriate?"

He asked himself and continued, "It's not appropriate." ”

"The power of wizards is in the hands of this kind of worm, how can they do a good job in the British Wizarding World!"

"If I have the basics, the people in the world are not worried!"

"Hahaha-" Owen's words drew laughter from many of the Death Eaters present, who seemed to have not laughed in a long time, their voices sharp and hoarse, making the listeners creep.

But Owen, as the protagonist, was not affected by everyone at all, he still spoke to himself, "However, the sky has changed, the artifact is easier, and now the Magic Federation is rotten, if a righteous man ascends to the top and shouts, the world will respond!" ”

"At that time, it is not yet known how many people will dominate and how many will dominate!"

As he spoke, he pulled out his sleeve, and Mr. Obo Benny secretly slipped the wand back to him, and with a flick of it, a ball of fluorescent light flew out of the tip of the wand, illuminating the sky above his head.

- Give yourself a light!

"There is a man of great strength, many followers, and contacts all over the world, with the White Wizard Dumbledore as a backup, and the Paris Saints waiting for him. Friends, my wizarding brothers and sisters, there is no future with Voldemort—"

"Come—join me in the Order of Saints, for the wizard's tomorrow, for the greater good, for Grindelwald!"

His voice was deafening, but it silenced the entire hallway.

Everyone was silent, and no one spoke.

"Poof—" A sudden sneer shattered the silence.

"Where is this idiot, I dare to say that your mother is definitely a **, otherwise how could she give birth to a delirious child like you?" The clamor came from Bella's prison not far away.

Owen leaned his hands back and looked over slightly. In the next second, the fluorescence above his head automatically separated into a wisp, and the light flickered into the distance, illuminating the mouthy guy into darkness.

It was a scrawny man with a hideous face.

He looked a little older, at least forty or fifty.

The eyes are deeply sunken and the lips are cracked. There was a terrifying scar on his face.

It's like he's split his face in half, and it's hard to believe that his face can still stick together.

"I don't know what the name of this waste with a lack of beauty in the brain stem is, and where does he come from?" Owen didn't even have much of an impression of this man.

You know, as a former demon king, he has a relationship with all Death Eaters.

He'd seen even some of the Death Eaters hiding in the Ministry of Magic.

But this one, sorry, is so ugly, if he sees it, he will definitely remember it for the rest of his life.

"Origin?" As if he had been stepped on by the tail, the man suddenly became excited, and then shouted, "Just look at your appearance, you can know that you are not a mudblood, but also a half-blood!" ”

The man grinned and sneered, "How can my noble blood come out of your lowly mouth." ”

"Yo-you're so brave!" Owen paced away, under the eyes of the Death Eaters watching the play.

Seeing him stretch out his wand and coldly spit out a spell: "Drill the wrist bone!" ”

The red spell struck the man's body in an instant, and then he rolled and struggled as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes rolling up wildly. Teeth chattering.

"Drill the wrist bone!!"

Owen stood in front of his cage, slowly crouched down, scratched his itchy calf, his right hand against his knee, supporting his face, and the other hand, his middle and index fingers between his wand, palm up. Very lazy lifting.

"Drill the heart carpal !!"

The third spell hit the man's body.

This time he twitched more often, his body curled up on the ground, and his mouth was already foaming at the mouth.

"Oops! Does it hurt so much? ”

The invisible blade flew by, and it was—the blade was shadowless, and the invisible blade directly cut off the man's left index finger.

"Recover quickly—"

The green fluorescent light up, and the finger was connected again with a shadowless spell.

"Blade is gone—"

This time it's the ears.

Then there's the nose.

Then there are the eyes.

"Oops! I'm so wicked! A bad boy who was squatting on the ground and burning the ant's nest with fire suddenly smiled shyly and raised his hand to cast a spell.

In the next second, all the black magic on the ant disappeared.

"Dangdang!" Owen tapped his wand against the railing, and a crisp sound instantly resounded in the hallway.

Here - the silence is terrible.

All the laughter came to an abrupt end, and no one dared to make a strange sound at him.

And the group of Death Eaters seemed to understand why the boy was imprisoned in Azkaban.

"That little waste over there, you guy, you're so rude!"

"What's it called? Where did you come from? He spoke.

"While I'm still a little patient."

The boy smiled kindly, his face like the frost of midwinter.

"Matt - Matt Rozier!"

The man's teeth trembled, and his eyes were full of horror and resentment.

Like a wounded snake, always looking for a direction for revenge.

"Rozier?" Owen muttered the old last name.

Rosier, an ancient pure-blood wizarding family, one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Clans. Originated in France, it is related to the Black, Lestrange, Malfoy and other families.

Of course, Owen can have a slight impression of this surname, mainly because of his grandfather's big butler, Wenda Rozier, who was born into this elegant pure-blood family.

Uh-huh-on the other hand, looking at the thing in front of me, tsk-tut-it's just blackening this surname.

"I don't know if you've ever heard a name, Wenda Rozier." He asked casually, not expecting any possible answers.

"You-" The man seemed shocked that Owen could pronounce the name, but he was horrified by Owen's wand, which made him dare not deceive, so he could only say, "She, she is my distant aunt." ”

"Auntie?" Hearing this, Owen nodded, and the wand slowly slipped into his sleeve.

"I met her decades ago, in Denmark, and she seemed to be carrying out some kind of plan, and she had a daughter."

"I really didn't expect that such a woman would give birth to that man." Matt Rozier said in a trance, his cloudy eyes made it impossible to see whether he was stating his memories or his own dreams.

"You just mentioned Grindelwald, right, Dumbledore's men are defeated, my aunt seems to be very fond of that man, maybe that daughter is Grindelwald's child."

"Impossible—"

"It's absolutely impossible—" Owen shook his head, "the straight girl chases one, and it's far away." He didn't intend to explain anything to such passers-by who didn't know the truth.

"And then, you investigated? What is she doing? ”

"No, the great Dark Lord needs my loyalty, and I don't have the time to run for an old woman, especially if she chooses to follow a loser, a stepping stone for Dumbledore."

"Oh~" Owen chuckled, the wand on his cuff slipped back into his hand, "Dementor Mind-"

"Avada Suo—"

The dazzling green light, accompanied by a jumble of sounds, seemed to be an invisible god of death flying through the air, crushing the ant to death.

Matt Rozier was knocked out by the spell and fell to the ground with a heavy fall, and was silent.

(End of chapter)