"Owen!"

Suddenly, Dumbledore's hand was on Owen's shoulder.

A wonderful magic, like an off-string sound interspersed with it, broke his resonant symphony.

Then, Owen's spell was broken.

In a trance, he also came back to his senses.

The girl's intricate consciousness almost made him sink into it.

"Owen!" Old Deng Tou looked at him solemnly, and behind his half-moon-shaped eyes was a surging warm anger.

Such a brazen invasion of other people's memories, still in front of him, how does this make him not angry.

"This act of snooping on other people's memories—"

"I didn't snoop into her memory." Owen rubbed his head and looked directly into the eyes of old Deng.

His gray eyes were so pure, and the emerald green spots on his pupils were like gems, "Can't you tell if I'm using the Dementor Charm yet?" ”

He said bluntly.

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

As the only master of the Magical World, his application of this magic has reached its peak.

Just now, Owen did cast a spell that was very similar to the Dementor's Charm of the Dementor, at least in the first half.

It's just that the spell in the second half is slightly different.

It was like a grafting of a spell, half of it was a receptive thought, and the other half seemed to be a kind of enchanting spell, and with the old principal's profound magic talent, it was naturally clear that it was a spell from Beauxbatons, and the girl named Fleur seemed to have mastered this kind of magic.

On the other side, seeing Dumbledore's brows gradually relaxed, Owen slowly said the whole story, "Of course I can't stand still. ”

He had long had the intention of inventing a new spell.

Two years ago, he used the Regent Charm and the Imperius Charm to create a powerful psychic attack similar to Inception when he attacked Bella.

That's when he was trying a whole new kind of magic.

The theoretical knowledge came from the precipitation of the week, but it was Nick's help that really made him invent this spell.

As an alchemist who has lived for more than 600 years, the spells he keeps are simply vast.

And a magical trick succeeded in inspiring Owen.

Like Bella, she simply and rudely pries the heart room, then builds a world that belongs to the caster from her own memories, and silently buries the caster's will in the deepest part of the victim's memory.

Thus completely changing a person's personality, such magic is hugely flawed.

First of all, there aren't many enemies who can make Owen have the idea of changing his personality.

Secondly - the cast conditions are too difficult, it must be close to face to face, and it must not be disturbed.

Finally, this method is nothing for a person with a strong mind, and if the other party does not have the seed of doubt in his heart, then no matter how great the storm of his mutagenesis is, it will not be able to water it.

But—the new spell he'd improved wasn't the same.

"I just gave her a little psychological hint to show what she feared the most, and what she feared was her own memory."

Owen said flatly, "Her mental fluctuations just now were too strong. ”

"Yes—" Dumbledore didn't deny it.

Just now he seemed to see some blurry images.

Rarely.

Old Deng's soul retrieval is about to become a passive skill, of course, most of the time, he can easily guess the secrets written on the faces of those young children with the complicated life experience of the past hundred years.

But when he encounters a situation involving ancient magic, gods, and external gods, which is enough to create a crisis for the whole world, he doesn't mind using this magic.

Old Deng Tou is not pedantic, you should be joking about the title of the White Devil.

Dumbledore's true greatness was that when he had the ability to easily discern people's hearts, he was strict with himself and respected others.

Otherwise, Moody, who is disguised as Quirinus Quirrell, Gilderoy Lockhart, and Barty Krach Jr., don't have to play with Moody, the 'Mad-Eye' in the first grade.

Just like just now, the girl's mental fluctuations were too strong.

For a moment, he saw something through the confusion.

It was like a laboratory.

In an instant, the old headmaster thought of some cliché alchemical human experiments.

Gradually, Dumbledore's eyes deepened, his brow furrowed slightly, and then he realized that his old friend, Professor Julari, who knew the truth about that mysterious magic, should only be the tip of the iceberg of the North American fog, what happened there?

It may be that things are far darker and more complicated than he imagined.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo!"

On the other side, Koyatl sat slumped on the ground.

She gasped for air, her forehead covered with cold sweat.

Those horrible images in my head are rapidly disappearing.

The only thing in my ears was Mr. Bagman's shouts.

and the cheers of the little wizards.

"Incredible! Eyes! "It's hard to imagine that the little wizard is so strong today?" It's not an exaggeration to call this a legendary wizard. ”

"Thinking I was seventeen—"

Just when Mr. Bagman was talking about his seventeenth year.

Koyatl has gradually recovered.

Owen was right, he hadn't snooped into her memories.

He is just inducing the other party to release the most feared things in his heart.

Just like Boggart, he is not aggressive, and if it is a normal Regent Mind, or a Imperius Curse, the person who is controlled will have a painful feeling that someone has gouged out their heads.

It takes a long time to recover.

Koyatl doesn't feel that way.

What really scares her is precisely from the deepest part of her memory, not something else.

The scene was quiet for a long time, and then thunderous applause rang out.

"Bagman." Barty Krach, who was on the side, reminded him appropriately.

"Oh—okay." Mr. Bagman paused, as if he also realized that he was seventeen years old, and that no one wanted to listen to the stupidity of a salty wet man's seventeen.

"Let me wait for the jury to score." He was a little embarrassed, and then hurriedly said.

At this point, Dumbledore returned to the podium.

His tall figure obscured the sun, and then it was just a brief shadow before he returned to the light with the headmaster's seat.

"Something's wrong?"

"Hmm!" The old headmaster responded.

"There's been a lot going on lately." Grindelwald said lightly, glancing blankly at a corner of the stands.

"I'm going to trouble you again."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Grindelwald couldn't help but smile mockingly, "I didn't expect that one day, I would also be involved in such a thing as saving the world." ”

"It's ridiculous." He said.

By this time, the field had been restored and the judges had finished scoring.

It's all 9:5.

Professor Yulari gave a perfect score.

And with that, Mr. Bagman's voice rang out again, "Oh! That's a pretty high score! ”

"Alright! Let me sort out my feelings, and then I have the warrior from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Victor Klum!! ”

The scene suddenly erupted in warm applause.

"Durmstrang's business, Wenda will come over and take over." Grindelwald said lightly, he tilted his head and looked at the field, and Krum, dressed in a black and brown robe, walked out.

"It's been nearly a year, and it's time for her to get in the way."

Hearing this, the old principal frowned slightly, but did not say anything.

"When are you leaving?"

"After Christmas."

"Okay."

The old headmaster then said, "About the goblins? ”

"I've told that Blake everything I know. The other party has been secretive, and it is too time-consuming to search for information. You might as well leave that to that kid in this regard! Grindelwald smiled faintly, "Since the other party is coming for him, it is appropriate for him to break the game." ”

"That's all it can be."

On the other side, around the field of the game, Koattel, who had recovered, was staring at Owen with a cold face.

What happened just now seems like a dream, but now that I recall it, I only have a vague impression.

But the fear cannot be forgotten in any way.

"Look at what I'm doing!" Owen sat casually on the rock, waiting for the game to come to an end.

He's good to play.

"It can't be the face of my brother!"

As he spoke, he looked at the girl in front of him 'presumptuously', until the disgust in the other party's eyes became more and more high, and then he withdrew his gaze, "It's a pity that my brother has been overrun, and you're too late." ”

"Sanchez, is it?" Koyatl finally spoke.

Her icy voice was like the cold wind of December.

"I remember you."

"Huh?" Someone was stunned. "Don't!"

"What do you remember about me! You are very dangerous like this, do you know, love arrives quietly like this. If you continue like this, you will meet Sanchez for the rest of your life! ”

"Humph!" She sneered, then said bluntly, "What kind of magic did you just use on me?" ”

"Just now?" Owen opened his arms leisurely and stretched his waist, he didn't sleep well today, and he was woken up at three or four o'clock. Obviously, the game didn't start until nine o'clock, "I invented it, tentative fear technique!" ”

"Dread?"

The girl's good-looking eyes flashed with a cautious gaze, "You invented it?" ”

"What? You don't believe it? Owen jumped, "Dude, do you understand the new generation of wizard leaders, single-handedly plotting Miss Granger to become a wizard star, it's not that buddy looks down on you, with your magic level, I can beat ten!"

Even if you use that strange magic. ”

"Magic?"

When Owen said these two words, the girl subconsciously took a half step back.

Then the caution in his eyes grew stronger.

As if she was afraid of something, she stopped talking to Owen, but turned and walked away.

"Hey!" Seeing this, Owen hurriedly shouted, "Find time to have some tea!" Let's chat!

You need healing, trust me, I can cure you! ”

His voice, though loud, did not reach far.

Because the screams around him were much louder than his voice.

"Ah!!h

"Krum !!"

One after another screams, as if they were going crazy.

The voices of the girls reflect the popularity of this talented Quidditch Seeker.

It's the season of flowers.

The cold winter suddenly became hotter and hotter.

With the shouts of the scene, Krum stepped out.

In a very different performance from the previous two warriors, Krum, while cautious, is not like Cedric who started flipping out of props as soon as he came up.

He's not as breezy as Koyatl, either.

It can only be said that among the three people who appeared, he was the most normal-looking.

"Look! Krum, what is he going to do? ”

There was an exclamation from someone in the crowd.

Because they found out that Krum ran into the inner circle as soon as he came out of the player's room.

It's fast.

His muscular body was unbridled with hormones in the winter.

"Zheng!"

"Bang!"

There was a vibration from the same feet, the sound of a magic golem crawling out of the ground.

The sudden change made Krum almost lose his balance left and right and fall.

However, as a genius Seeker, his strong physical ability allowed him to forcibly break through inertia and adjust his body balance by resisting the magic reaction force of the puppet sword.

"Oh! Oh, my God! ”

There was another burst of shouts in the stands.

Because the next moment, Krum actually made a bold move.

He grabbed the golem's big sword like a raccoon holding a tree.

With the magic golem swinging his sword in a circular circle, he let go at the right moment, and was thrown out like a cannonball.

"Firebolts are coming!"

In the sky, he crossed a beautiful arc.

And at the moment of landing, a beautiful broomstick galloped from the castle.

Krum adjusted his body and landed right on it.

This scene naturally caused cheers from the young wizards present.

Ron, in particular, roared like a throat.

It was as if it was himself soaring through the sky.

"Damn!"

At the very edge of the outer circle, Owen, who was sitting on a stone watching the play, frowned and cursed.

Look at how comfortable he looks!

I definitely already know what the game is about!

I'll just say it - Triwizard Tournament, cheating is a tradition!

One by one, blatantly!

As soon as the camera turns, Krum in the sky is constantly dodging the golem's projectiles with his superb flying skills.

He's incredibly fast.

The excellent performance of the firebow bolt was unreservedly displayed by him.

In the blink of an eye, he was in the vicinity of Bakar.

The golden flames passed him, and this time, our Bakar made up his mind that no one could steal it as long as he didn't fly and reveal the golden egg under his body.

Next, Krum begins to frantically provoke the dragon.

A thousand strange spells drove from the tip of his wand.

But for Bakar, the spells didn't even have the chance of breaking its scales.

Hey, the old salted fish dragon just lay down, squinting and dozing off, there is a kind of you coming down!

"Eye Spell, Krum used the Eye Spell!" In the stands, Mr. Bagman's eyes lit up, "It's a good choice for dealing with dragons, because of the scales, the eyes are the most vulnerable part of dragons. ”

"But—"

"Oh! Oh, my God! It's a shame. Our dragon just closed its eyes, and the spell was blocked by its diamond eyelids. ”

Krum's Eye Curse is very powerful.

Owen could feel it in the distance.

Because Bakar's body trembled a little at the moment of being hit.

This shows that although the spell did not hurt its eyes, it still hurts when it is punched.

If it was an ordinary dragon, it would have already jumped up and slapped the fly in the sky with a thunderous wave of wings.

But Bakar remained unmoved!

It seems to have really made up its mind, saying that it will not leave the top of the pyramid half a step away.

For more than ten minutes, when the little wizards in the stands began to fall asleep, Krum in the sky had no way to provoke Bakar's anger.

"Damn it!" Krum in the sky had a gloomy face, and he was getting more and more impatient.

There were several times when the flight path was almost guessed by the puppets, and the gravel and the big sword passed him again and again.

Even busier than him were Owen and the Hogwarts Professors, as they had to fend off falling rocks and greatswords in all directions to prevent them from killing a lucky spectator in the stands at random.

"You'll have to use some powerful spells." He whispered to himself.

Ordinary spells couldn't break through Bakar's defenses at all, and naturally they wouldn't cause him to react.

Thinking in his heart, Krum in the sky couldn't help but look at Grindelwald sitting on the rostrum.

He noticed that the other party was looking at him with a reproachful look.

"You've let me down so much."

Suddenly Grindelwald's muffled voice came from the wind.

Right in Krum's ear.

"Indecisive, just like your grandfather who only obeys the Ministry of Magic and has no brains!"

"No !!" In the sky, a Lonsky feint to get rid of the puppet's entanglement Krum roared loudly: "My grandfather is a hero! ”

"What's the difference between a hero without a brain and a fool?"

"Nope! You executioner! Even if the officials of the federation are bribed by you, that will not wash away the sins on you! Krum yelled at Grindelwald in the stands.

But the howling wind around him, and the explosion caused by Owen and their arrival at the boulder, completely drowned out his voice, and no one heard what he was saying, only to watch him red-eyed and impotent rage.

"Sin!" The wind brings the cold sound of Grindelwald. "If you think that it is evil to lead wizards to change and to maintain the existing order is just, then how can you say that I am the one who was condemned to freedom by the existing righteous order, the Federation, is evil, and your grandfather is righteous in preventing wizards from going to a greater future?"

"They're all corrupted by you! You're demagogic again! The broomstick instantly erupted with a powerful force, thrusting Krum into the sky. It was like a galloping wild horse, and every breath it exhaled condensed into mist in the cold air.

But only in this way can he forget his pain and get a little bit of self-righteous freedom.

"Demagoguery?" Grindelwald's voice has never been clearer, his flat, magnetic voice slowly coming with a unique charm, "History always repeats itself." ”

"In 1933, thousands of wizards followed me, were they all deceived?

The leader – the leader is elected by the people because he clearly states his plan, and the aspirants elected me. ”

"You're a monster!"

"Really? So you must also condemn those who have promoted this monster.

Are they all monsters?

No - Cruise, they're just ordinary people - ordinary people.

They- they gambled everything, entrusting the future of the wizard to an extraordinary person.

It has been so and will always be.

What do you want to do? Free will that imprisons people?

Many people are confused, and maybe you have also been confused, why? Why people always follow me, as always.

Because in their hearts, they are all like me and have the same values. Gellert's flat voice full of magnetism, obviously there was no fluctuation in his tone, but a powerful force was strengthening step by step.

"You can't deny all this, the desire for better and greatness comes from the deepest part of the human heart, and I am only a part of that greatness, from all of you.

And voila – it's not all negative. ”

"No—no, there's something wrong there, it's not like that." Krum howled in pain.

His grandfather died at the hands of Grindelwald.

In the thirties, he was at the height of his power.

For Grindelwald, killing his grandfather may have been a humble swing of his staff, but he fundamentally changed his family.

My father never mentioned what my grandfather died for.

He just left the hatred behind and used it as a tool to spur his children.

And when he found out that his child had some talent in flying, he frantically trained him and urged him, and his father often said: Don't let your grandfather's reputation as a hero be disgraced.

But he never met his grandfather.

He had only met a hateful father at the bottom of his life.

"Relax!" Grindelwald's voice came again.

"You know the spell." He said. "As Dumbledore used to say, what makes us great is choice, and in the face of past pain, you have to make a choice, whether to continue to hate me, or to give yourself freedom."

His voice suddenly became gentle, like a spring wind, although it was still cold, but it also signaled that the cold winter was coming to an end.

Hearing this, Krum was deeply moved.

He looked at his wand.

Made of hornbeam wood, the core is the tendon cord of the dragon's heart.

Wands that use dragons as raw materials are usually the easiest to bow the knee to the dark arts.

However, they do not voluntarily drift away from the dark arts.

Suddenly, Mr. Ollivanders' voice rang in his ears.

"Fly! Krum, you know the freedom to fly, from the very beginning, you have made a choice, only you don't know it. ”

High in the sky, Krum froze.

He hovered in mid-air.

- "Fly! Show them the power of Durmstrang! "The sound of the wind continued.

His eyes were staring directly at Bakar.

And Bakar, who was lying on the ground, raised his huge dragon head slightly.

？ What does this little fly want to do?

I don't know why, so let's spit first.

Then with a breath of dragon's breath, a furious golden flame soared from the earth into the sky.

whistling, like poured iron juice.

"Oh my God!!"

"Get out of the !!"

"What's wrong with him?"

At the head of the stands, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls lost their faces one by one and covered their eyes in horror.

Because they can't accept that their idols are burned to death in flames.

"Fly, Krum, like a true warrior!"

"Fly!"

(End of chapter)