That's called Herman Kahlo Idiot.

looked at his eyes more and more perverted.

It was as if he had begun to figure out how to get rid of himself in his head.

The greasy eyes made Owen, a perverted old fritter, feel perverted.

He had no doubt that the old fellow must have done the dark magic experiments on the little wizard.

And he also believed that the people caught by the salty and wet bad old man in front of him were definitely Muggle-borns, or half-bloods, the children of wizarding traitors that pure-bloods considered to be wizarding traitors.

Lose~

It's hard to imagine that Dumbledore would let such a person live in this world.

"What a waste of air!"

Owen shook his head. The eyes are becoming more and more dangerous.

The other party looked at him like a fish on a chopping board.

He looked at each other like dry bones in a graveyard.

Hmmm-

Since, he said it all.

He is Dumbledore's heir.

Then—let him, the heir, correct the old headmaster's mistakes!

"In that case, that's Voldemort's dog?"

"It's funny, when did he hang out with the Dead." Owen raised an eyebrow, his mouth full of mockery of Voldemort.

"It's not about running away from death, it's about wanting to be a dead one! From man to animal? ”

"Oh~no~ He's already a beast, a snake~"

"What did you say!" The surrounding Death Eaters rioted instantly.

Their gaze changed from banter at the beginning to anger in an instant. One by one, they stared at Owen with bloodthirsty and cautious eyes.

Although the Death Eaters are on the verge of an uprising.

But, Owen.

That demon, he had brought too much to the Death Eaters in Azkaban.

I don't shy away from saying it.

Most of them are terrified of children under the age of fourteen.

That kind of fear only exists when facing Voldemort.

"Hmph~" the demon snorted.

Those cautious eyes naturally fell on his eyes.

Oh, yes!

Fear!

The most primitive fear.

The long period of peaceful life in Azkaban has worn away what few of their courages they have.

More madness does not mean fearless death.

And now.

It was when this wisp of fear sprouted and grew.

It will become its most indestructible wings.

The wings were enough for him to cut through the darkness.

Eventually become another source of fear that replaces the current source of fear.

"You're very talented, young man." Old Herman Caro, still standing tall in the air, said the last words that every villain would say.

"You should join us, and here you will learn magic far beyond Hogwarts. That's the real magic! ”

His eyes were fiery.

The tone was full of nonchalance.

He wasn't prepared to expend too much energy on Irving. Even Bella had mentioned the boy's horror in his ears countless times.

"Really?" Hearing this, Owen smiled shyly, waved his hand, and summoned Shylock over.

The little thing jumped into his arms.

"But I have a doubt!" He stroked Shylock's head and said leisurely.

"You say!" Old Herman Kahlo said fearlessly with open hands.

It's as if time has gone back to 30 years ago.

"That's it!"

The next second.

Suddenly, Shylock lit up with a golden light.

Then, Owen disappeared in place.

When he reappears.

It's already behind that self-righteous idiot.

"Arvada~"

Death lights up his scythe.

"Ask for your life!"

In the next second, the sickle fell.

A stupid soul is taken away by death.

There is no obstacle in the whole process, and it is as easy as eating and drinking!

"How can you say such a thing if you are so weak?"

"Yes! My dear—Death Eaters! ”

"Hahehaha~"

A maniacal and extremely cruel smile came from Owen's mouth.

He was like a demon from the vestibule of hell, excitedly looking at the food that had thrown himself into the net.

Ever since entering the Forbidden Forest, Owen has been battling the Dead.

The monster that could not be killed made him miserable.

Owen was about to wonder if it was time to sharpen his knife for gnawing on a big melon, how could it be so dull?

"Bang!"

The passerby character falls to the ground.

There was a burst of snowflakes.

In the next second, it was like a signal was triggered, and countless spells came at him.

Colorful spells, with the breath of destruction or death, spread throughout the Forbidden Forest.

But in response to death, it was a ridiculous ridicule that went crazy to the extreme.

Owen was laughing at death, and he was laughing at the inadequate group of Death Eaters.

"Why is it so serious?"

His figure echoed in the forest.

It flickered with a golden light.

Owen's figure became illusory and blurry, a visual afterimage of being too fast.

"Why don't I tell you a story?" He said.

"Once upon a time."

"My father was still in Africa, and the Muggle mercenaries, just like you, he and a few friends worked for the local Muggle government, and the government wanted to use some gems to appease the tribal leaders."

"France, that's a common thing."

In the darkness, the light still flickered. After each flash, a green light comes up.

Perhaps, the green light took away a soul, but no one noticed.

"But in a forest in northern West Africa, a robber stole the gem."

"After that, my father was ordered to start investigating the whereabouts of the gems."

In the forest, every flicker of golden light illuminates the exclamation of the Death Eaters, who are nervous, frightened, or withdrawn, in short, all screaming wildly.

The sound of spells, screams, and falls is endless.

"He hadn't traded with anyone for half a year, and one day, my father saw a little kid playing with a red gem the size of an orange on the side of the road, and it turned out that the bandit had lost all the gems."

The sound is like a symphony.

As the movement reaches its climax, the golden glow has begun to produce afterimages.

"Because he thought it was fun, he lost it."

"Some people don't want such a logical thing as money. You can't buy or threaten him, let alone reason with him and negotiate well. ”

The story of the evil ghost continues, and he, it seems, appears everywhere at the same time.

One man, crush the entire Death Eaters!

"Sometimes, some people just like the world to go crazy!"

"Soul Torrent!"

One flash, a distance.

The ghostly figure, holding his wand aloof, the terrifying magic flowing into the wand with his hand, and then the invisible waves spread out in all directions.

Some kind of rhythm, jumping at the tip of his staff.

Then he jerked his wand forward.

A dazzling blue beam, like silk woven by flowing water and light, instantly overwhelmed all the Death Eaters present.

The magic was so powerful that the torrent lasted for a few seconds before it slowly dissipated.

"It's a pity~"

Looking at the fainting Death Eaters in the woods, Owen pursed his lips, as if he was not too satisfied with his results.

Although he had just used Shylock's shapeshifting to force a wave of output.

But it didn't work out very well.

On the ground except for that idiot.

Only two Death Eaters fell.

And this is a little embarrassing.

There's no way, it's too fast, he's not a wave of wind and water, and casting a wand is the same as raising a gun to aim, and it also needs to be accurate.

It's stupid to throw magic indiscriminately.

He was disgusted by the Dead, and as soon as his head was hot, he rushed away.

Now, Shylock was curled up in his arms tiredly.

At once, he used all the flashes.

Now that the skill CD is gone, there is no power to fight again!

But!

Fear is medicine.

You see, how cowardly the drugged Death Eaters were.

Even if he obviously didn't have much room to escape, they didn't dare to act rashly.

That's why he attacks with bells and whistles, as well as storytelling.

Fear, ah! Fear will eventually breed sweet fruits.

"Let's go!"

He whispered to Sirius.

At this time, the dog godfather was still in the stunned stage, he looked at the boy like a demon in great surprise, and the most primitive fear could not be stopped in his eyes.

Is this really just a fourteen-year-old?

——————

On the other side, Hogwarts Castle.

in the auditorium.

Harry and Hermione were sitting on the Gryffindor benches with the little wizards around them.

The flames in the brazier rose and continued to convey heat, which made the whole auditorium warm and dry.

"We can't stay here and do nothing, Hermione!" Harry jerked his head and said irritably, "The castle has been attacked by outsiders, and I'm sure it's the unkillable monster that attacked Professor Lupin." ”

"No, Harry!" Hermione shook and hurriedly stopped him, "We can't beat him, don't mess with the professors and the Aurors at this time." ”

"Me"

Hearing her words, Harry clenched his wand in his hand and remained silent without speaking.

It's not pleasant to sit here, waiting, as if it were the judgment of fate.

He'd rather go out and find an enemy for a big fight!

At least that's what he tried.

Instead of staying here and waiting to die, as you are now.

The crowd, Ron, Neville, they looked sideways at Harry.

They weren't really willing to stay here, either.

The other little wizards of the three courtyards were reluctant to stay here.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was very bad.

Depressed, dreary, terrifying, as if they were a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Someone can kill them at any time.

"The professors won't let us out!" Hermione glanced sideways at the podium, where none of the professors were present, except for Professor Dumbledore.

Even Professor McGonagall was missing.

"We don't need the professor's permission!" Harry said in displeasure.

"We're not kids anymore. Owen wasn't on this Hufflepuff bench, where was he? He"

Before Harry could finish his sentence, a dull explosion could be heard from outside the castle.

Then the door to the auditorium was pushed open.

The little wizards subconsciously looked towards the door.

I saw a cloud of silver light rushing in.

Then an elegant, glittering lynx poked its head out of the light.

A voice rang out.

It was a familiar voice to Harry and Hermione.

A voice from an Auror named Kingsley Shackle.

"Here they are, Minister of Magic Fudge is dead. Dumbledore, we need your help! ”

With that, the lynx patronus vanished in a bright light.

“？？？”

"What did he just say?" Harry asked hurriedly, looking at Hermione with shock in his eyes.

He was greeted by Hermione's equally incredulous look.

"Fudge. Fudge is dead? ”

"Fudge is dead?"

"The Minister of Magic is dead?"

"Has the Ministry of Magic fallen?"

"What's going on?"

In an instant, the little wizards in the entire auditorium began to shout like crazy.

They talked to each other unbridledly.

The sound nearly lifted the ceiling of the auditorium.

"Quiet !!"

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up, and with the blessing of a loud spell, his majestic voice entered the ears of every young wizard.

With that, he got up and walked through the little wizards.

Then walk through the auditorium gates.

Harry, along with Hermione and the other young wizards, followed behind him ignorantly.

They arrived with Dumbledore in front of the court.

Standing on the high ground of the courtyard, everyone could see the sky-high fire in the distance.

The flashes of all kinds of spells and the screams of the wind are endless.

That's - Hogsmeade Village!

"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed.

Even from this distance, she could imagine what kind of battle was going on there.

"Look there!" That's when Harry noticed the side of the Forbidden Forest.

It was like the edge of the sky, where the same fire was blazing.

The cold wind was blowing, and everyone present felt a heartbeat for a moment.

Above the sky, darkness was surging.

Countless clouds whistled by, and they cheered and jumped. The amount is staggering.

In an instant, the entire castle was surrounded by a sense of despair and coldness.

Cold air descended slowly from the heavens.

Harry only felt his joy fading away.

Then all sorts of frustrating and painful memories followed.

"Oh my God, it's snowing. Are those all Dementors? ”

In the dark, white flakes of snow floated, and then it gave no room at all.

All of a sudden, heavy snow hit.

Just as all the young wizards were vigilant and took their wands out of their pockets, just in case.

In the distance, a few people walked over the bridge of the castle.

At the head was a wizard with a serious expression.

His waist was straight, his movements were stiff, he was dressed in spotless black robes, and his shoes were polished. The striking short mustache on his face looked like it had been trimmed with a slide ruler.

Harry had never seen a wizard with such a rigorous way of life.

If it weren't for the wizarding robes he was wearing, he wouldn't have thought this guy was the manager of his uncle's company.

And beside him, there was a woman dressed in peach, who looked like a big pale toad.

She was short and fat, with a broad, loose-skinned face, a large mouth drooping downward, and her eyes were large, round, slightly bulging outward.

"Albus!"

The people who came were Barty Krach, then director of the Department of International Magical Communication, and Umbridge, assistant to the secretary.

"What's going on?" The old headmaster protected the young wizards behind him.

His face had never been so cautious as it was today.

Before Barty Krach could get closer, he asked.

Hearing this, the official, who had a high reputation in the Ministry of Magic, stopped, and then said in an urgent and worried tone: "The Minister of Magic is dead. ”

It's ten o'clock when I work overtime until nine o'clock today, and after having a meal, it's too late to write. It's uncomfortable╯_╰! Uncomfortable╯_╰

(End of chapter)