"You always have another choice."

"That's to die!"

Owen spoke lightly, then stood up, his numb feet staggering slightly.

Then he stretched out his hand and knocked on it, which was regarded as invigorating blood and removing blood stasis.

Immediately, he raised his head and looked at several felons in the deepest prison without any scruples, "About Grindelwald, about the legend of the saints, I think everyone in the prison has heard of it!" ”

"And the prophecy that ultimately led to Voldemort's downfall, the legendary savior, Harry Potter." His voice echoed through the hallway.

The sudden death made everyone stunned, although they had long been accustomed to death, and even people died at the hands of Dementors every day, but the sudden death of Matt Rozier at the hands of a little wizard still made everyone difficult to accept for a while.

And that includes Sirius, who was attracted by the name Harry Potter.

"Boring prophecies, whimsical. Wizards believe in stories such as the Savior, and Voldemort's idiot easily believed this prophecy, and he raided the Potters, which made the prophecy come true. Stupid and ignorant. ”

"I don't care about your fight with Dumbledore, but now it's clear that there can only be one leader in this world, and that's Grindelwald!"

"Or, I !!"

Owen stretched out his hands and walked lazily in front of each Death Eater's cell, dressed in a black robe, lined with a gray suit, wearing a brown bow tie, a pair of shorts printed with Batman on the bottom, and a pair of Spider-Man co-branded slippers on the soles of his feet.

"I don't know if you're ready for our destiny, but we're ready anyway."

"The saints will be hindered, they will be revolted, but we will not stop."

In the damp hallway, countless fluorescent fluorescents flew out from the one above Owen's head, illuminating every prison around him.

"You either choose to join in, be obedient and support us. Either choose to be erased completely. ”

"Of course - as the good guys, you can choose to stand behind us, but you are not allowed to stand opposite us."

He was like a true leader, his gray eyes brushing over his emaciated bodies.

"But before I do that, I have to state in advance that I don't have the time—and certainly not so much kindness—to reason with those who dare to stand up against me."

"If, next, you're worried that your answer will lead to death, then congratulations, you're right to be worried."

"That's—it starts with you!" As he spoke, Owen raised his wand and pointed it at one of the prisoners in the cell, saying, "Surrender or die." ”

"Oh, you idiot - long live the Dark Lord!" The foolish prisoner shouted without thinking.

In the next second, a green light flashed. Death is on the verge of the next lucky one.

"What about you?" Owen was unmoved, turning his head to look at the next ant.

"Why are you doing this, and what's in it for you." Death robbed the air beside the other ant, and it suffocated him.

The suppressed emotions burst out suddenly, and the ants roared with their teeth and claws.

"Hmm—let's open the skylight and say something."

"As a future enemy, I must cherish every opportunity to destroy you completely."

"Now that I have this opportunity, why do I have to bury mines for myself?" Owen weighed his wand and continued with a grin: "Maybe you will think that this kind of action to recognize what has not happened in the future as reality and clean you up is ridiculous. ”

"But I call it: efficient!"

"Alright, Mr. Mulsebe, it's time for you to answer the question." Owen knocked on the railing, and the crisp sound was like the footsteps of death, constantly hitting the ant's fragile heart.

"I can't!" Mursib bit his lip and shook his head resolutely. He looked at Owen's figure bathed in fluorescence, and the corners of his mouth slowly outlined a sneer, "You're wasting your efforts." If we were Kakarov's kind of wall-to-wall grass, we wouldn't be locked up here. ”

"You are doomed to be in vain."

"In vain?" Owen shrugged his shoulders, "What's in vain, it's just a matter of raising your hand." “

"Relaxed, and enjoyable. You don't really think I or Grindelwald need men like you! Fun for you! The white fluorescent world suddenly flashed a transparent dark green again, and in the angry, terrified, and fearful eyes of the Death Eaters, Owen went straight to the next cell.

"Huh-"

In the next room, before the Dark Lord could speak, the people inside let out a raised mockery of madness.

That's, Bellatrix Lestrange

This is a woman with the typical beauty and arrogant manners typical of the Black family. She is tall and has long, thick, shiny black hair, a thick jaw, thin lips, heavy eyelids, and thick long eyelashes.

Although she looks dirty now, if you can imagine, she was definitely a beauty when she was young!

Owen knew her well—even he knew her thoughts better than Bella himself.

In 1951, Bella was born into the Blake family, a pure-blood family that believed in "forever pure". Her father was Signus Black III and her mother was Druiella Black (née Rozier).

In other words, Bella has half Rozier's blood, and may still be related to the Rozier just now.

Cousin-sister relationship.

Owen guessed.

Owen had a patience that was usually unimaginable in the face of this particular Death Eater.

So much so that Aunt Bei's ridicule, he didn't think so, and even responded with a smile.

As the woman he thought about the most, Owen spent even more time with Bella than Miss Riddle.

Because she is his most important 'research material', an important research material on 'Patronus magic, white magic'. He came close to success for a week, but due to time constraints and the collapse of the Death Eaters, research was halted, and his experimental materials died, in the course of the battle.

This time, he came into contact with this special witch two years in advance, and I believe that this time there will definitely be surprising research results.

"Oops! What are you doing so hostile, not to mention what emotions you still have for the garbage over there. Owen said with a smile.

Her life experience automatically came to mind.

Speaking of Bellatrix (born in 1951), we have to mention her father Signus Black (born in 1938). PS: I guess Rowling made a mistake, but it doesn't affect our brains.

If you look closely enough, you will find that 1951-1932=13.

In other words, Bella's father should be his eldest daughter, Bella, who was born when he was 12 years old.

Younger than Owen is now.

Then let's guess, a twelve-year-old little fart suddenly has a daughter, will he become a qualified father?

The result is obvious, a child marriage is naturally not very upbringing. As the eldest daughter of the Black family, she did not have the elegance and nobility of the old family, and in this respect she was not even as good as her younger brother Sirius, who betrayed the family.

From the moment she appeared, she gave people a feeling that she had no one in her eyes, was open-mouthed, scolded and scolded, and until she died, she looked like a shrew who could only scold the street.

She shouldn't have gotten into Slytherin House at all, she didn't have any Slytherin qualities in her, she was stupid, irascible, and had no scheming except blood, she should have entered Gryffindor.

And she seems to have a penchant for the Mind Curse and the abuse of the weak, and is able to take great pleasure in torturing others, which is a disguised testimony to the fact that her childhood was anything but normal, and that she may be a close relative, born with mental illness, and that she is by no means suitable for Slytherin.

What Salazar's Slytherin was like - ambitious, shrewd, honor-oriented, sensible, self-preservation, and victory-oriented. Which of the above qualities is related to this crazy woman?

Thinking of this, Owen couldn't stop laughing.

If it wasn't Voldemort who opened the chamber, but Salazar himself, then his first thing to purge was his academy, and at least two-thirds of them would have to die or be banished.

Those silly little snakes are still waiting for the Slytherin Chamber to open, which is really stupid and makes people laugh.

And Bella's love for Voldemort, in Owen's opinion, in addition to being ridiculous, is more of a blessing, what a good research material!

It's about the human heart, about white magic, about the magic of love, about the patron saint.

First of all, Owen can conclude that Tom, the product of an aphrodisiac, will never fall in love with Bella, and secondly, does Bella really love Tom?

Or is this relationship really love?

With the experience of the week, Owen can know for sure that it is not love at all, and that being infatuated with a powerful, perverse, spicy, cruel, and strong father may be the annotation in this deformed relationship.

Because when she was a child, her young father did not stand up to protect her when she was oppressed by the family, and when she grew up, this dependence on a man of her father's age became her obsession.

And what Owen wants is obsession.

Without obsession, those emotionally demanding magic can't be used.

I'm not afraid that you love wrong, I'm afraid that you don't love.

A person with a congenital dysfunction like Tom who doesn't know what feelings are, that's the real incorrigible.

"Boy, your eyes are disgusting." Aunt Pei's mocking face slowly turned gloomy, because she saw that the boy outside the iron cage had a rather strange look in his own eyes.

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"Oh, did you notice?" Owen smiled and put his wand away, then pointed to his eyes and said, "See?" It's full of father's love! ”

There was a twelve-year-old boy who gave birth to a girl, and then a thirteen-year-old man became a father, uh-huh - no problem, that's appropriate.

(End of chapter)