"Huh? Delicious little kids at Hogwarts? ”

He looked extremely excited, and threw his head up to let out a hiss, piercing growl.

It was a strange voice that Owen had never heard before.

He was able to assure that this was definitely not something that could be sent out by a human being.

The man looked at Owen and grinned, revealing sharp, yellow teeth.

"Owen be careful!!" A girl's voice rang out.

At the moment when the man pounced on Owen, a red spell flew from a distance and hit the man directly.

The powerful spell knocked the man straight away.

Crashed into the store next to it. It took several counters to smash to stop.

The power of this spell is really terrifying.

"Actually—whew! I'm ready to turn out him. He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the beating heart.

Owen looked up and looked helplessly at the large number of young wizards who were trotting towards him in the distance.

"What are you doing here?" He said.

"Everyone cares about you." Hermione said.

Listening to the warm words, Owen's face still pretended to be indifferent, "What's the danger?" ”

"Without Voldemort, I am an invincible existence here, who would dare to touch me? Who dares to touch me! I split it into eight sections! ”

Owen craned his neck, proud like a big rooster.

Unfortunately—fate played tricks, and as soon as he finished speaking, a spell whistled at him.

This time it was Harry, who was quick-eyed.

He quickly threw an Iron Charm that helped Owen fend off the attack.

"Who?"

Owen's face sank. I didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

Niang Xipi, I don't know the two big characters written on the master's face.

Is it 'invincible'?

Immediately, he turned to look into the distance. Let's see which humble rat dares to attack him.

"Greyback, have you been wasted to this extent? Can't even a few little wizards? With a shrill sound, a black-masked figure appeared in front of the smashed shop.

"Shut up."

Behind the store, the man who had resisted a Hermione's vertigo spell pulled the splinter from his body.

His voice was still full of energy.

Apparently not seriously injured.

Owen's eyelids jumped, this body's resistance to magic spells is really not small.

If it were someone else, he would take Hermione's spell head-on, not to mention being seriously injured, and he would have to break a few ribs.

But what about him, it's completely fine?

"Damn the bastard, you dare to attack me!" The man raised the back of his dirty right hand and rubbed it, the only wound on his body.

Scratches on the forehead.

His fingers wiped the few drops of blood away.

But when he put his hand down again, it seemed that he felt pity, or something.

Then he stretched out his tongue, stained with ash and countless sand, and licked the blood off the back of his hand slowly, little by little, disgusting, without leaving a trace.

After it was over, there was still an expression on his face that he couldn't get enough of.

Then he looked at the little wizards with bloodthirsty eyes.

Especially Hermione.

His tongue licked his lips and looked at the little witch's eyes, as if he was thinking about where to start.

"I'm going to rip her throat open, it must taste good."

Seeing this scene, Hermione trembled slightly, and goosebumps fell to the ground.

She wasn't afraid, just kidding, how to say that Hermione Granger had just seen the three most powerful wizards in the world face off at the pinnacle.

With the psychological foreshadowing of the previous Voldemort.

There was no dark wizard who could scare her anymore.

What's more, the spell you just made is very effective, isn't it?

It was just a stun spell.

She didn't even have time to use other powerful spells!

However, although I am not afraid, the nausea is really disgusting.

That's too perverted, isn't it?

Not to mention a girl who likes cleanliness, even the rough man's future dark lord Owen really can't stand it, what's so terrifying about licking his own blood and eating sand?

What's the use of this thing other than being unappetizing?

Villain! Do you know the elegance of a villain!

Villains are not perverts.

It's okay to be bloodthirsty, but please don't lick the blood.

"Fuck off, the Aurors and Dumbledore are nearby"

Harry, who also endured the discomfort in his heart, was the first to speak.

He held up the wand he had just defeated Voldemort and looked at the two with a solemn expression.

"Dumbledore?"

After hearing this name, the man in the black robe immediately became melancholy.

However, in the end, he still did not choose to turn around and run away.

Instead, he said in an eager tone: "Go up quickly, everyone take a bite, and remember to leave it alive." I don't have time to spend it with you. ”

"He's right, I just saw Dumbledore's figure, I remind you, I have no obligation to protect you, you'd better hurry up."

"Before he arrived, I would have left here long ago!" The man picked his teeth with his yellowed fingernails and grinned, "Don't you make a move, Tiles. They are mine. ”

"I'm not going to make a move, if you can't even deal with a bunch of young wizards who are still at school, then I advise you, it's best to pull out your fangs and go back to your kennel."

"Humph! I don't know why Death Eaters would want to work with a beast like you. ”

The one, Tilles, said in a condescending tone.

This further proves that he and the beast are not in the same group.

"Maybe you're too useless?" Greyback's somber voice came out of the ruins of the store.

When he heard it, he was very unhappy.

"Useless? Hehe~" The man sneered, and then did not plead anything, but let out a heavy snort through his nose.

He had the air of a villain, and Owen looked at the man in black with interest.

At least better than the beast.

But is it?

Who dares to be high in front of him!

"Drill the heart and cut the bone !!"

A flash of red struck the self-righteous man quickly and crisply.

"Ah~~~"

In an instant, he fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in pain.

It was a painful torture that could never be endured, as if the bones of the whole body were burning, and every piece of flesh seemed to have a thousand needles pierced.

"It's said that I'm invincible, so I have to hit the muzzle!" Owen frantically threw out the Drill Heart Curse again,

"Ah~~~"

The man's voice was even more miserable.

However, the volume is somewhat reduced.

"Pay attention in the next life, don't casually provoke people you can't afford to provoke!"

"Drill the heart carpal !!"

After the third Drill Heart Curse was thrown, Owen waved his wand again, and an evil green light lit up, "Arvada~~~"

"Nope! Stop, Owen! Hermione shouted.

Reaching out, he grabbed his right hand to cast the spell.

On the other side, Hannah grabbed his left hand.

Then she shouted in an anxious, high-pitched voice, "Don't do that! ”

Owen, who was stopped, had a tense face and a somewhat unhappy expression.

He knew that if he had started with a killing curse from the beginning, even if he killed these two idiots, the little wizard behind him would not say anything.

But—he shouldn't have used the Diamond Curse.

It's easy to torment a person to arouse empathy, especially when they're just a bunch of young wizards who are not familiar with the world.

"Hmph~" his nose let out a soft snort.

Look at the idiots who are still wailing on the ground.

Owen didn't know his identity, and thought he was a non-Death Eater Dark Wizard who had escaped from Azkaban.

Probably not a significant role.

But the bearded guy over there, Greyback, he knew.

It's not an exaggeration to even say an old acquaintance.

He's done a lot for himself!

———— werewolf Fenrir Greyback.

The culprit who turned Professor Lupin into a werewolf.

Known as the most ruthless werewolf in the wizarding world, Greyback is committed to spreading werewolf blood to more young wizards.

He would pick out the young children and attack them on a full moon night.

Turn them into your own kind.

They are then taken away from their families of origin, and these children grow up with hatred for wizards, and then the substitute spreads new fears and despairs.

Because of his long-term consumption of human flesh and blood, he has become very fond of human flesh and blood, even if it is not on a full moon day.

Greyback was Voldemort's most loyal supporter, and during the First Wizarding War, he was one of the most powerful weapons at Voldemort's command.

Voldemort allowed him to bite those who disobeyed him, and such threats often worked.

No good wizard family can afford their children to become spurned werewolves.

Originally, this guy should have been chasing the Aurors all over the world.

Owen didn't expect him to be here.

"Okay, okay, I'm sure I'm not going to kill them!" After calming down, Owen said flatly.

However, he did not put down the wand in his hand, but walked to the broken shop with a mocking face.

At this time, the werewolf Greyback was looking at Owen with a blank expression.

Was it just his delusion?

The Hogwarts kid, did his wand glow with the Killing Curse?

This.

Is Hogwarts so violent?

Giving the Killing Curse to such a young child?

For a while, Greyback was a little puzzled, could it be that he had been on the run for too long, and the outside world had changed dramatically?

Who is the Headmaster of Hogwarts now!

Or Dumbledore?

It can't be the headmaster of the Death Eaters!

"Greyback!" Owen walked over step by step.

The shop's ruins floated up automatically, making way for him.

As for the other little wizards, they held their wands, or guarded their surroundings, or with a few spells to bind the poor creature lying on the ground, with only breath coming out and no breath coming in.

What petrification spells, stun spells, slackening strength, etc., all beckoned towards the dark wizard.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, they couldn't tolerate Owen torturing these wicked people. But that doesn't mean they'll treat them gently.

After all, the other party has called the door.

It would be really stupid to return the heart of the Virgin to the Virgin himself.

"You~~ What are you going to do!" Gray Burke, who inexplicably felt a little cold in his neck, looked at Owen vigilantly.

Tonight is not a full moon night.

He's not a werewolf, and although he can resist a few spells, he can't resist the Drill Heart Curse or the Killing Curse.

"Nothing~~~," Owen said.

He held up his wand, "Deadtongue seals!" Taking advantage of the young wizards' inattention, he threw a spell at Greyback.

Completely sealed his mouth.

"I know you, Greyback!"

"Don't worry, since I promised that others wouldn't kill you, I won't kill you, I'm a person! Very faithful to his promises. Owen smiled faintly.

"I just suddenly had a good idea"

As he spoke, he flicked his wand, and a mass of malleable flowing metal slowly floated out of the pocket of his robe.

"Any idea what this is?" He said mysteriously.

"Mithril~"

"Melted Mithril." Owen explained slowly.

"It's the best material for the magic pathway. Once cooled, it would be very difficult to melt Mithril again. ”

"So the wizards made a prop, a device to store liquid Mithril. I just have it. He waved his wand.

Then Greyback suddenly found that as soon as his body was loosened, he had lost control of his body.

It's -- slack.

When.

He hadn't heard the boy chanting the mantra.

Could it be—a silent spellcast?

How is this possible.

Before Greyback could continue to be shocked, the next second, a heart-piercing pain came from his limbs.

An invisible blade sliced through his skin and deep into his bones.

Before the blood could seep out, another pain, from the high temperature, a strange feeling that entered the body instantly poured into his brain stem!

He wanted to scream, but his sealed mouth couldn't say anything.

The burning sensation seemed to last for a century.

He roared, his eyes spitting out frantically, tears and snot and some kind of silvery liquid pouring from his mouth, nose and eyes.

It's scary to watch.

But this is not as terrible as Owen's expression at the moment.

He excitedly stared at Greyback, whose face was full of fear, and his interest was high, "I've wanted to try it for a long time." ”

At the end of the week, they were all the way, and although Owen had hot eyes, they couldn't really do it.

But now it's different.

"Mithril shouldn't be much worse than Erdman!"

"Hold on!" He exclaimed.

"A gallon of liquid Mithril is worth hundreds of gold gallons, don't waste it!"

The experiment continues.

And this strangeness naturally attracted other little wizards outside the door.

Luna poked her head out to see what he was up to.

She was about to step into the door.

Outside, Harry's shouts could be heard.

"It's a Dementor!"

"Damn, why are they so ghostly!"

Then Ron's voice said, "I want to know why they're attacking us again!" ”

"Isn't it because you've spent an afternoon playing with them?" Hermione raised her wand in frustration and joined the fight against the Dementors.

“.”

Hearing this, Harry and Ron suddenly became embarrassed.

After all, if that's the reason, it's normal for Dementors to attack them.

But—"It's been a whole semester, and these dark creatures are really useless. ”

Ron complained mercilessly.

"None of the bad guys were caught, but they attacked us several times!"

"Sometimes I even wonder if they're listening to the Ministry of Magic or the Mysteries!"

By this time, Owen had already walked out of the store, and he took Luna's hand.

I didn't let the little girl see the terrible scene of the birth of Wolverine.

Well, the experiment failed!

It seems that not all werewolves can become Wolverine!

But that guy isn't dead — at least for now, huh!

"Hey!" Owen raised an eyebrow, expressing his satisfaction at Ron's increasing intelligence.

"Maybe they're really listening to Tom!"

"It's not impossible!"

"How can't it be." Owen rolled his eyes at Ron, whose IQ had dropped again, "Do you think the Dementors are willing to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic?" ”

"What do you think is the basis for the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors?"

"Basics?" Ron propped up the Patronus, then looked at him blankly. "Strength?"

"Wrong!"

"It's human!" Owen said flatly, "Why do the Dementors listen to the Ministry of Magic, it's because the Ministry of Magic gave them a slaughterhouse!" That's Azkaban. Where they can suck the soul energy of the prisoner with impunity, and even the soul itself. They can only cooperate with this slaughterhouse, without this slaughterhouse. ”

Suddenly, he showed a sneer, "For a group of uncultivated beasts, you don't expect them to have any contract spirit. ”

"Now they haven't attacked the wizards in the open, and they can be regarded as the loyal of the beasts."

Hearing this, the little wizards present shuddered.

Looking at the dementors hovering overhead, there was more jealousy in his eyes.

Because they found that Owen might not be wrong.

The Ministry of Magic did use those prisoners to feed the Dementors.

Wield the life of a wizard to maintain the fragile loyalty of the beasts.

After revealing the reason for this, Hermione immediately showed a look of disgust, "It's disgusting that he actually used this creature as a jailer. They should have completely dispersed the evil creatures and used more humane and rigorous means to keep the criminals under guard. Leaving the guards in the hands of a bunch of evil creatures that can't be trusted, that's the lazy politics of the Ministry of Magic. ”

"But, even then, it was the dark wizards who brought it on themselves." Ron didn't quite agree with Hermione's approach to what he considered 'gentle'.

The young wizards, led by Ron, who were born and lived in the wizarding world, have not yet developed their culture to the point where they have developed into a perfect society governed by the rule of law.

Most wizards still hold the most primitive view of good and evil, that is, killing people to pay off debts and money.

They never realized that the breeding of evil did not only come from the criminals themselves, but also the entire wizarding society.

This is what Owen told Sirius, the deformed magical society of prison, which oppresses everyone like a big invisible hand.

The reason why generations of dark wizards have emerged one after another can be glimpsed from this aspect.

"If they commit a crime, they should be punished, and even if their souls are eaten by the Dementors, they will bring it upon themselves."

"Huh-"

The little wizards approaching the pig's head bar fend off the Dementors.

"Hagrid and Sirius, who were wrongfully imprisoned, give you a thumbs up!"

“.”

Ron's face froze, of course he knew what Owen meant.

But- "That's just a few!" He retorted.

"I didn't say it was the majority!" Owen replied, "But you have to know. ”

"Crime is nothing more than pouring a bottle of ink into a big river, and at any time, there will be pollution, but for the river water, a bottle of ink is insignificant and insignificant."

He looked at Hermione in a deep voice. It was as if he was saying it to her.

"But an unfair trial polluted the whole source, and it undermined not only the authority of the Ministry of Magic, but also people's confidence in the law, and if people no longer have faith in the law, then the consequences will be catastrophic, because the only thing people believe in is their own magic wand!"

"Magic is violence, violence is strength, strength is power, power is status. That's why dark wizards like Voldemort came out.

What is certain is that if the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic, and the Federation do not change the flaws in the existing system and the oppression of wizards, the neglect of low-level wizards, and the discrimination against Muggle-born wizards, then this kind of 'dark wizards' will only increase in the future! ”

They walked around a corner.

Then he took refuge in Jokowi's magic joke shop.

The sound of the spell breaking through the air could still be heard in the darkness around them.

The sudden explosion, the flickering light, like the moment when the fierce ghost in those thrillers appeared. Every flash of light stimulates the adrenaline of the little wizards.

Eventually, they got rid of the Dementors.

Finally able to take a break at Jokowi's magic joke shop.

At this time, Owen noticed that there were really a lot of little wizards who came with him.

The Gryffindor trio, the Hufflepuff trio, and the lone Luna and Weasley twins.

Good fellow, the entire backbone of Dumbledore's army has followed.

"Why?" Hermione, who didn't care much about her image, leaned against the counter of the store and sat directly on the floor.

Then he asked in an anxious tone.

"What, why?" Owen can be to her.

"That's why there are more and more 'dark wizards'." She bit more and more words very hard, it seemed that she agreed with Owen's idea that institutional oppression led to the birth of dark wizards, and she just wondered why there would be more and more in the future.

"Because there will be more and more wizards who open their eyes to the world!" The corners of Owen's mouth rose slightly, and he explained simply: "Seventy years old, only during the First World War, the blood and killing of Muggles had already made the wizards of the time feel uncomfortable, they didn't understand why the strength of Muggles had increased so much in hundreds of years. ”

"Whether it's my grandfather's ruling Muggle ideology, or the rest of the darker ones, trying to limit their progress by killing Muggles in large numbers, etc., the truth is that wizards are afraid of Muggles."

"Speaking of which, maybe the First World War II was actually a deliberate Muggle infighting provoked by wizards, but they didn't expect that the war not only did not make the Muggles' 'progress' regress, but actually accelerated the process in great strides."

"Seventy years ago, what do you think of the future?" Owen looked at Hermione, trying to inspire her thinking.

(End of chapter)