Owen looked at the lake, and the ink-black glass always gave him the feeling of a door.

It's not a lake at all, it's a gate made of glass, and you can enter another world with a gentle push.

The feeling became clearer as he got closer to the lake.

Suddenly, Owen realizes that this place may not have been built by Voldemort

Perhaps before him, there was a mystery here.

"Maybe it's not just Voldemort's burial place.

There's something deeper to it. ”

Owen frowned, he could clearly feel something invisible, an eternal aura emanating from the surface of the lake.

"What's the matter, did you find anything?" Ahead, Dumbledore noticed the change in Owen's face and asked softly.

"There's a sense of ancient magic." He said.

"Ancient magic?"

"Hmmm! It's intense. ”

"What ancient magic?" At this moment, Hermione's voice came, and she opened her mouth in confusion, which also helped Harry ask the question.

Owen glanced down at him, and then said: "Generally speaking, there are two kinds of ancient magic, one refers to ancient spells, this kind of magic books are recorded before you go back to the castle and look through them, they are terrible and powerful spells, and everyone can master them with some time."

The other refers to some kind of ancient magic, which is a wonderful magic that has been passed down from time immemorial to the present day, and which only the most special wizards can 'see' and use.

Of course, powerful wizards can sense that magic, but it's not as easy as the lucky ones to control. ”

More than 100 years ago, the original Dark Lord was a master of ancient magic.

There are countless secrets under Hogwarts Castle, including an ancient room, which was left by a Hogwarts professor who could see ancient magic, in order to guide future wizards who could see ancient magic.

As Headmaster, Dumbledore knew this, and even if he couldn't see the magic himself, he could have heard of it from the portraits of the Headmaster in front of him.

"Can you see the ancient magic?" Dumbledore was slightly surprised.

Because since the original Dark Lord, there hasn't been a second wizard at Hogwarts who can see magic.

There is a saying that if the predecessor does not die, no new person will be born, which is of course false, but it can also show how rare wizards with such talents are.

"Before, I couldn't." Owen nodded solemnly, "But it seems to be able to do now." ”

Owen never lies, and there is no need to lie about such things.

If he could have seen the ancient magic before, could he still be attacked by Neville?

Just kidding, if the doesn't come out for him, count him clean.

This week, he had also searched for a mysterious room under Hogwarts, but the reality was that he could find a place but couldn't get in, and that door had to be opened by ancient magic.

He had a few ancient spells, but it didn't work, and Dumbledore had those spells.

It's not magic that opens the door to a room, it's magic.

Without the magic that transforms all things, nothing is blind.

That has changed since a few months ago.

Ever since Owen had crawled out of the centaur coffin, he had found that his senses had been magnified, and he could easily perceive the subtle magic flowing in the air.

Originally, Owen just thought that it was a blessing left to him by Mr. Charon, but now it seems that this blessing is a bit too outrageous.

"Right in the middle of the lake, I could see some fluorescent material beating."

In Owen's sight, there were some slight bright silver threads in the sky, and those threads converged on the small island in the center of the lake to condense a small vortex, which was like a torch in the dark, quite eye-catching, as long as you were not blind, you could see it.

"We're going to go over like this now." Sirius said urgently. He didn't care if Owen could see any strange magic.

He was anxious to find his brother immediately.

"There's a boat, Kreacher remembers, but it doesn't know where it is." Listening to Sirius's question, Kreacher shouted excitedly in his bullfrog voice.

It pointed to the surface of the lake and leaned over as if it were about to jump into the water.

On the other side, Owen slowly raised his hand.

He was trying to control the ancient magic that roamed the air.

It wasn't easy.

They are a hundred times more difficult to control than the wizard's magic, like swimming fish, and he can only catch a trace of it by frantically chasing and intercepting them.

"Close your eyes!" At that moment, Dumbledore's voice suddenly rang out.

He put one hand on Owen's shoulder, chanting an inexplicable spell in his mouth, and the next second, a wave of clarity suddenly poured into Owen's mind, he slowly closed his eyes, but he saw the world.

The world and his 'line of sight' appear black and white with different color differences.

The ancient magic that had traveled through it seemed to have been cast with an obstacle spell, and its activity had slowed down.

"It's-"

Owen knows that it's not that the outside world has slowed down, it's that his own thinking has become faster.

The next moment, he didn't hesitate.

Raise your wand at once.

A thick white lightning bolt shot out, weaving a magic net that bound the ancient magic power of those who had traveled.

"I caught them." He exclaimed excitedly.

The mana stirred caused the wind to blow through the hair on his sideburns. Take away the fanatical temperament of the teenager and blow it into the distance.

"Now, listen to me!" He shot his magic again, and this time nothing could stop him.

Ancient magic was completely tamed by him.

Then, like a mist, it poured into his body.

"Whew~"

He took a deep breath, and his body leaped for joy.

It was as if rain had rained on the parched earth.

"Comfortable!"

And in this miraculous process, he easily saw a boat exuding magic on the lake.

Then, he cast the Flying Charm on the ship.

"Kreacher is right." Owen grinned.

Then there was a sudden ripple on the surface of the lake, and suddenly a huge iron chain emerged from the water, and he grasped it firmly in his hand.

"It's a boat."

Owen slowly opened his eyes, and for a moment his gray eyes lit up red.

But soon, the red light was gone.

He held the chain and handed it to Hermione, and as soon as the two of them pulled it, the invisible ship seemed to be in zero gravity, and began to slowly move towards them.

In fact, just now he just wanted to try, to see if he could catch the ship's chains.

But I didn't expect it to be a success.

In fact, even if it doesn't work out, Owen doesn't care, he still has a way. Riddle just didn't allow the magic items to pass through the lake, so he could physically pass through, cut holes in the mountain walls on both sides, pull a cable, and then nail the other end into the island, and just swing the cable over.

He had a hundred ways of doing it in the past, and I was afraid that Riddle's discipline could not be imagined.

"Amazing." Dumbledore said slowly.

His blue eyes were full of surprise and curiosity.

He has always been very tolerant of this unknown and is more willing to spend time researching.

This may be the reason why he is different from all the previous principals.

Former Hogwarts Headmasters would dissuade their students from using this magic when they discovered that they had mastered it.

But Dumbledore wouldn't.

Absolute strength brings absolute self-confidence, so that he will not limit the development of a little wizard because of a small ancient magic.

The old headmaster is too strong, and if he is strong, naturally no bull ghosts and snakes dare to play tricks in front of him, especially when he already has Voldemort's experience.

"What kind of magic is that?" He asked curiously. "Can you elaborate on that?"

Several people stepped onto the boat one after another.

The form of a magical boat is quite steady, like a car driving on a road.

"It seems to be a kind of magic that can directly transform matter." Owen raised his wand slightly, a silvery white glow lit up on the tip of his wand, and then the magic generated delicate stones.

The stones, as if every atom were under his control, were constantly changing shapes under his mind, one moment into wood, one moment into water, and the other into baguettes.

Especially the moment when you turn into a baguette.

A hint of surprise flashed in Professor Dumbledore's eyes.

Even Hermione saw it.

Because of the basic Transfiguration rules of Gamp, they had learned it in the first grade.

Wizards can't conjure up delicious food out of thin air, but if they know where the food is, they can summon them, and if they have some food on hand, they can cast spells to change or multiply it.

But you just can't conjure food out of thin air.

Because sorcerers can't create anything directly, they can only 'transform', turning wood into chairs, the essence is still wood, turning stone into jade, and the essence is still stone. But when it becomes food, then what you eat is still the original thing, not food.

But the baguette in Owen's hand is different, he really changes the structure of matter, creating something completely new.

"It's a great feeling, like I can create anything if I want to."

"Even"

"Life is not a child of desecration, you have to remember that." Dumbledore interrupted him appropriately. "Never go down that path,"

"I'll just talk about it." Owen threw the French weapon in his hand into the lake.

With a muffled sound of entering the water, suddenly countless Bai Sensen's arms came out, and they gathered more and more, and after a while, the area where the stones entered the water was purely human limbs.

It's like boiling water.

The carnival of corpses flooded the area without warning. Like a drowning man, helplessly and frantically waving his hands, trying to grab something, but unfortunately, there was nothing there.

"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed,

The hand that was gripping his arm suddenly strained hard, and Owen, who was almost in pain, cried out.

"Panic what!" He said disgustedly.

"There's Professor Dumbledore here, you're still panicking! Don't you look down on my greatest white wizard. ”

"Amount"

After being scolded by Owen, Hermione instantly felt a little lighter, mainly angry, and anger offset some of her fear.

"How many people did Voldemort kill?" Harry was dumbfounded.

He had little memory of Voldemort's dark reign. But now, he finally realized what kind of terrible devil he was fighting against.

"I guess it's a whole town, hundreds? Or thousands? ”

"Thousands!" Harry exclaimed.

His eyes suddenly became misty.

There weren't a few thousand people in the whole of Hogwarts, and that's not to say that Voldemort almost killed an entire school.

This - it's just a demon.

And Sirius - he didn't say anything.

Just stared blankly.

Because he knew that among these corpses was his brother.

His stupid, but more responsible brother than he was.

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Owen's method of diverting the subject worked.

For a moment, even Dumbledore fell silent.

Like Sirius, he gazed deeply at the lake, his eyes full of loss, as if it were all his own sin.

A few minutes later, the boat gently bumped into something and stopped.

"Here we are." The old headmaster finally broke free from his response.

Everyone disembarked in turn.

Then began the struggle to find a place to stay on an island covered with rubble and stalagmites, which was almost a quarter of a Hufflepuff common room.

The only thing that is still stable here is the very center, an ancient round stone basin with a faint green light.

Dumbledore approached the stone basin, and the others hurried over.

They are centered on a stone basin and stand side by side around it. Inside the stone basin, there was a basin full of emerald green liquid, which shimmered with phosphorescence.

"It's Senior Tom's stupid little trick again." Owen glanced at the potions in the stone basin, slightly puzzled why he had done so many tricks.

Obviously, it was over by sealing the pendant box into the stone forever, and I had to get a potion, as if I was afraid that others would not be able to take it out.

"Very shrewd agency." Dumbledore smiled faintly, then observed, then lifted his sleeve and stretched out his fingers, intending to touch the potion directly in the stone basin.

"Wait, Professor!" Hermione was startled.

Hurriedly stopped.

But—in response to her was the old professor's nuclear smile, "Don't worry Granger, look, I can't touch the potion at all." ”

"I figured I'd have to use the spoon next to me to touch the potion."

"Tom has cast a dozen different spells here to ensure that the potions in the stone basin cannot be burned, poured out, or dissolved in the earth."

As if to verify his words.

Dumbledore picked up the shell-shaped spoon, filled it and sprinkled it on the ground.

In an instant, the potion on the ground disappeared directly, as if no one had ever poured it, and in the stone basin, the originally reduced potion rose back in an instant.

"What do you think he wants us to do?" Dumbledore blinked and looked at Hermione.

"He-" The little witch pursed her lips, then said with difficulty, "he wants us to drink the potion." ”

"Yes, that's exactly what he had in mind." Dumbledore said slowly. Then he turned to look at Owen again, "Is there anything you can do to prevent us from drinking the potion?" ”

"Yes!" Owen rolled his eyes, the old principal, when did you not forget to give me a question.

"If you don't drink it, it's over!"

“.”

It makes sense, but we are speechless.

The sorcerers on the side had black lines rising on their faces.

This guy, can't you take away his unobtrusive temperament?

"I don't want to judge Tom's mechanics, because that would only make me absolutely ruined my intelligence!"

"If it's me, I'll pour some dichlorvos into it, and ascend directly to heaven in one gulp, and the chronic poison or something is just stupid!

Also, he has a disease in his head, and this mechanism is too easy to crack!

Prepare a few rats before you arrive, put the potion in the mouse's mouth, or bring a box with the infinite extension charm applied to it, and let the potion leave the area, will his spell still work?

Or more simply, I don't want to take out the contents of it, in short, just destroy it!

The fire curse washes the ground, regardless of his stone basin, or the Horcruxes are all disappeared for the master!

Why go to such lengths to take it out? Is there no disease? ”

Owen continued to babble, his words full of concern about Voldemort's IQ.

"I always felt that making Horcruxes to split souls was harmful to my IQ, and now that it looks like this, Senior Tom is really deeply affected. In a few years, his IQ will soon catch up with Justin. ”

“.”

Dumbledore was suddenly stunned.

Because he found that what Owen said seemed to be right.

If he knew in advance that his Horcruxes were stored inside, why take them out?

Wouldn't it be nice to blow up this place directly, along with this cave, and the entire area disappear together?

With this in mind, he suddenly shook his head.

It seems that his wizarding mind has indeed limited him.

Sometimes Owen's unobtrusive, unbridled imagination can come up with original ideas.

"Well, now is not the time to discuss Voldemort's stupidity." At this moment, Sirius rudely interrupted the thoughts of several people.

"Kreacher, please tell me where Regulus was dragged into the lake."

"Here, sir!" Ever since he landed on the island, Kreacher had been shedding tears, and now he had wiped the tears from his mouth and walked to a place.

"Young Master, it's right here, it's from here that Young Master Regulus fell into the water." It pointed to a lake and screamed.

"Good." Dumbledore looked around, especially to Owen, "Raise your wands and stand behind me." ”

"There may be an endless stream of Yin corpses rushing up in a while." He said.

Hearing this, everyone focused on the sound, clenched their wands, and looked nervously at the lake.

The fight against the Yin Corpse is definitely not pleasant.

Except for Owen.

The small scenes are all clever, and when he played Resident Evil, the corpse tide was called the corpse mountain and the sea of corpses.

As a soul in the twenty-first life who has been attacked by various zombie themes, if there are really zombies on the street, he can see the zombie society.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a silver killer in his hand, and that thing is the sixth in biochemical mode.

"Don't worry, don't panic, don't panic." He turned his head to Harry and Hermione and said, his relieved gaze, his soft tone, and the momentum of no one in his eyes superimposed on each other: "The zombies you have seen are saltier than the salt you have ever eaten. Thousands of small scenes, I'll make trouble with you with millions of people! ”

(End of chapter)