"Yo, is it so coincidental?"

Owen raised an eyebrow, and his eyes became cold.

Yes, it was none other than the damned ghost, the witch of Ilvermorny, Koyatl Stewart.

In the dark, her appearance was not very clear, but the silver hair was too conspicuous, coupled with the red robe on her body.

Before they saw each other's faces, the two knew each other's identities.

"There's already someone here." Harry pointed to the exposed hose behind him, "Come back tomorrow." ”

"I'm not here to break through."

Harry's angry voice didn't make the girl's face change in any way, she got closer and closer, and her cold voice trembled with confusion, "I'm here for you." ”

She stepped out of the darkness and looked straight at Owen.

At this time, Harry and Owen noticed that the girl in front of them seemed to be. How so?

Why does it look like it's a little oil-out?

The eyes are deep, the face is sallow, the lips are white, and the face is bloodless.

His eyelids trembled, his whole body was seriously malaise, and his walking pace was light, as if he had been working all night for a week.

Give a strong feeling that you are going to die suddenly in the next second.

"Looking for me?" Owen sneered, and said in an aggressive tone: "If you're here to confess everything, then say it now, if not, where else do you want to come, go back there." ”

"You're not welcome here!"

Owen swears he's never spoken to a girl in this tone, though he's a bad personality, open-mouthed, and swears (the second week relents).

But even the group of members of the Order of the Phoenix who make trouble for him every day, he has never treated him so badly, after all, each is its own master, although everyone's pursuit is different, but it does not prevent me from respecting your choice, buddy will directly give that group of people a whole corpse, he rarely tortures people. If the Mind Curse doesn't count - he really rarely torments.

"I'm looking for . You, some. Important things. She said pityingly, and her face became sad.

Like a believer in a Muggle church who confessed to the priest, he trembled and raised his right hand.

And her right hand was holding her wand.

Seeing this, Owen blocked Harry behind him, then took out his wand in the same way, and looked at her warily.

He couldn't understand what this crazy woman was thinking.

Normally, if she's really a mole and she's in the same league as the goblins, she's been getting information from Hogwarts for months and then handing it over to the goblin heralds.

She should at least act like a spy.

And what should a real spy look like?

Go to the front gate, put down everyone's stealth, blow up the entire building where the target is located with a bomb, blow up the target by the way, and make the city full of rain?

Wrong!

That's an assassin!

Not a spy!

A true spy should be out of the crowd, unnoticed, and arrive like air.

But what about her? Do you really think you are Yugoslav Dusko Popov?

Like Quirrell, she made enemies everywhere at Hogwarts, and every choice made made people wonder if she was going to carve the words 'I'm a spy' directly into her head.

I'm really afraid that others won't know that she came to Hogwarts to wreak havoc.

It's because she's so strange and weird.

That's why Owen didn't send her back to the West without a spell, because he guessed very absurdly, could this thing really be the same as Quirrell, and all the external manifestations were deliberate? Is it a smoke grenade that was released? Those flamboyances are also her distress signals?

But no, she's not a two-skinned face.

What can't be said directly to Dumbledore?

Anyway, Owen couldn't figure out what this guy was trying to do.

But that didn't prevent him from pointing his wand at her now.

Everyone has their own reasons, but those reasons are not an excuse for you to hurt others.

She betrayed the wizard, and whatever the reason for doing this, she should be punished severely.

A lifetime of Azkaban imprisonment is considered light, and it is not impossible to reward her with a Dementor kiss.

Of course, if she can confess the real culprit behind the scenes, she may be sentenced to a few years.

"I have a question." Her voice was staccato as if it had taken a lot of effort to speak, "Are you the heir of this generation?" ”

"Huh?" Owen's brow furrowed slightly, and he was surprised to hear this from Koyatl's mouth.

Neither Harry nor Ron knew about him being the heir to ancient magic, and the only one among the young wizards knew about it, Miss Granger.

Hermione wouldn't tell her about it.

So how did she find out?

"What do you want to do?" Owen narrowed his eyes and stared straight at her.

"It seems. Yes. The girl suddenly showed some kind of complicated smile, and a certain essence flashed in her empty and tired eyes, "I have been... Thought that. Girl"

"Huh-" she smiled.

The divine light returned to the eye sockets.

The whole person seems to have returned to the light.

Next, she did something that neither Harry nor Owen expected.

"Drill heart. Rip the bones! She whispered, her wand flashing red light illuminating her face.

It stained her with a blush.

"Wardfa?"

Owen was taken aback, in the castle, so directly using the three unforgivable spells except for himself.

There really aren't many people.

Ron counts as one.

He also used this spell during the battle with the Koyatl School infirmary.

However, the spells of the two collided and backfired. Just like Voldemort and Harry.

Owen speculated that it might have something to do with ancient magic, but the exact reason for this was unclear.

And that time, the professors on both sides tacitly did not mention the unforgivable.

After all, according to the law

This time, however, was different.

This time, it was she who was the first to cast a spell on him.

"Sanchez's force field."

A blue halo deflected the spell elsewhere.

The next moment, one of the wooden doors of the toilet was stained with a black, charred, fist-sized scar.

"Huh?" Owen glanced at the damage caused by the spell.

It's so weak.

It's too weak.

How can the three unforgivable curses of the Diamond Heart Mantra only have this bit of damage?

It's like some beginner using it casually.

And as a top underworld wizard boss who once used the Unforgivable Spell as a floating spell, Owen saw the key in a second.

She didn't have any cruelty in her heart.

That's why that's all the power.

And while Owen was thinking.

Before he could strike back, Koyatl waved his wand again.

This time it's her most common spell.

On the old wand, a vigorous flash of lightning sprung up, and the arc of electricity raged, as if singing, fluctuating up and down with some kind of melody.

Then the lightning that reached the apex turned into a long whip and whipped towards Owen.

"All curses are over!"

He casually neutralized the lightning.

But only this time.

The arc is still condensing, and finally after reaching a certain tipping point. Suddenly, the color of blue and white, with her as the center of the circle, began to spread wildly around.

The sound of 'crackling' is endless.

And on the ground.

The water from the myrtle forms a circuit with lightning.

High-voltage lightning strikes the surface of the water, causing it to electrolyze.

All of a sudden, there was a rising mist.

“.” Owen casually neutralized several lightning bolts that struck them.

Then he looked warily at the mist.

This is not a good sign.

After electrolysis of water, the hydrogen ions produced do not explode directly, because its specific gravity in the air is not enough.

But as lightning continues to rage, this proportion will rise very quickly.

After all, this is a bathroom, a room, not outside the castle, where it is windy and empty enough, so it is naturally not easy to explode.

"Ultimate Defense!"

Harry also helped fend off several spells.

But he didn't notice that Owen's face was already dark.

Sure enough, it was only a moment. He noticed that there were already sparks in the air.

It ignited the mixture of hydrogen and oxygen with lightning, and it was hot enough to be a flint and steel anyway.

"Damn," Owen cursed.

Then he pulled Harry and hurriedly jumped into the pipe of the pool.

The hydrogen explosion is not a joke, he can't cast a spell to defend, because this gas explosion is not the same as a solid explosion point only in front, he just casts a spell to resist, the gas explodes, flames will appear in all directions, he himself may be fine, but Harry behind him will definitely be burned.

The only solution is to jump into the pipe and then block the hole to isolate the air from the water pipe and the air in the bathroom.

So that's what Owen did.

The moment he jumped off the pipe, he first used the Transfiguration Technique to conjure the soles of his feet into a platform to step on.

Then he swung his staff, and the rock wall above his head quickly closed.

Everything was done in the blink of an eye.

Harry, the goose, hadn't had time to think yet.

The sudden withdrawal of air made it difficult for him to breathe, and he was about to open his mouth to ask Owen why he was hiding here.

An explosion like thunder rang in my ears.

"Boom !!"

"Boom !!"

The sound of a series of explosions was deafening.

There was also the sound of glass breaking, sharp and piercing.

The entrance to the top of the pipe, which was closed and blocked by stone bricks, was burnt red, and Harry could see that the stone bricks were glowing slightly.

Five seconds later, Owen swung his wand and cut through the stone bricks blocking the entrance, and then leaped.

"There is no shadow."

The surrounding area was filled with smoke, and it was water vapor that was steaming from the flames.

The invisible blade cut through the water vapor and submerged into anything, making a 'sudden' sound.

Immediately afterward, the wind began to blow again, and it was Owen casting the spell 'Flying Sand and Stones', and the tip of his wand produced a blue shimmer, stirring clockwise, and the mist suddenly disappeared.

The washroom became clear again.

"Fortunately, my buddy has gone to school and knows a little bit of physics."

Not far from him, Koyatl was lying on the ground, blood splattered all over her body, and she was badly burned, and at least half of her body was covered in char.

Most of his silver hair was burned off by the flames, and he was on the verge of death.

Owen looked at her, watching her chest rise and fall irregularly, and the panting witch was already out of breath, exhaling more and coming out less.

But she stared at herself, still clutching her wand, and had no intention of letting it go, even if there was blood in her mouth and her voice murmured.

"It's really perseverance, this is so hard for the master, can I give you an award?" Owen said sarcastically.

Visible to the naked eye, she is healing.

The blood that had been spilled on the ground was also flowing back, and his chest was agitating. The skin grows scale-like scale armor, but the Divine Blade Shadowless Spell is not ordinary magic, as close to the three unforgivable spells, a layer of black magic will be attached to the wound caused by it, and magic will prevent any means of healing.

Only by pronouncing the counterspell correctly, otherwise the person who is hit by the spell will die of excessive blood loss due to the wound not healing, even if he does not die.

And that's what happened to the woman at this time.

For some reason, her flesh is very strong in regeneration, but the dark magic of the wound is preventing this healing, and the two sides form a kind of tug-of-war.

As a result, her chest looked very hideous, as flesh wriggled.

"I think I've got a good temper." Owen spread out his hands and walked towards her with a dull expression. "Since you don't want to live so much."

"That's—"

The crystal wand was aimed at her head.

"Just die!"

With that, the wand shot a dazzling green light, accompanied by a jumble of sounds, like the wails of countless wizards, and then the Grim Reaper raised his butcher's knife aloft.

"Arvada - Ask for your life!"

He raised it in the air, and then swung down with a sword, taking the stupid believer with him.

"Owen!" Behind him, Harry shouted.

He had just jumped out of the hose when he saw it.

He subconsciously wanted to stop Owen, after all, it was for the students and not the dark wizards who attacked Hogwarts, and if he killed them directly, they would definitely be in trouble.

But it was too late, and the green light illuminated the dilapidated bathroom.

The floor tiles, the cubicles, and the glass skylight above the sink were all blown to pieces.

The walls were covered with traces of flames, like some kind of ghost.

And under the green light, those ghosts are actually dancing?

"Bang!"

The sound of something falling.

"Owen!" Harry rushed over, and he saw Owen fall like a severed tree.

His body slammed to the ground.

For a moment, the Harrys were stunned.

In a trance, his mind raced wildly, and he remembered the night Voldemort came to kill him fourteen years ago, and the love that his mother had left him bounced off the killing curse, and finally defeated the evil demon.

Now, he couldn't stop guessing that Owen wouldn't be bounced off the killing curse as well!

And coincidentally hit himself?

No, it won't.

Harry shook his head, throwing the ridiculous idea out of his head.

How could such a thing happen?

"Owen! Irving! Harry rushed over, picked up Owen's head, and shook it, "Are you alright?" ”

He was meant to say something dead.

But when he saw that one of the adversaries was rolling his eyes at him, he stopped and changed his tone to a softer tone.

But after half a day, the guy who rolled his eyes didn't seem to react.

This made Harry anxious again.

You're going to die, why do you still have this expression?

Harry wanted to laugh.

But the huge loss and helplessness made him unable to laugh.

His expression twitched slightly, and his head involuntarily looked at Koyatl on the other side.

The woman also fell to the ground, her hands slightly spread.

It's like hugging something.

The eyes widened.

Staring at the ceiling, of course, these are not the point, the point is that the corners of her mouth are also outlined with a faint smile.

"Damn!"

Harry couldn't help but scold.

What's the situation with you?

Why do you have to die and still laugh out loud!

Yes, Koyatl looked like he was dead. The whole person is almost charred, except for the face is slightly cleaner, and the rest of the place is not able to look directly at all.

Harry just looked at her chest - he didn't see the heaving, not even the faint one.

Well—now he's really panicking.

Since the woman is dead, that is, the repulsion of the spell he believes in has not happened.

That—

"Owen!" Harry shouted again.

Shaking his body, trying to wake him up.

But it still didn't work.

The boy in his arms remained motionless, as if in an eternal sleep.

When the green light flickered, Harry saw nothing.

It was too glaring, more dazzling than any previous killing curse.

It seems that before, Owen's Avada Spell did not appear such a bright light.

What happened in that moment?

Harry couldn't figure it out.

He could only carry Owen's corpse?

Ran out of the girls' bathroom quickly, and then charged 100 meters, rebuilding the school infirmary on the fourth floor with the fastest speed in his life.

Dumbledore must have a way to save him, and Madam Pomfrey must have a way to save him.

If Owen hadn't been rebounded by the Killing Curse, everything would have been salvaged.

Whatever that white light is!

Harry thought so.

And in another place, after the first rays of the morning sun shine.

It's like a mottled shade of a tree.

There's a hallucinogenic illusion.

Owen snapped his eyes open and found himself lying on a fertile field.

He looked up.

The sky is hung with a bright moon and stars, and the silhouettes of several trees are faintly visible on the horizon. A cool, earthy morning breeze whipped across his cheeks.

I got up a little dazed.

Looking at everything around him that was familiar but not quite the same, Owen subconsciously wanted to pull out his wand.

But his waist - nothing.

The clothes on his body have also changed.

No longer Hogwarts robes.

It's a casual outfit.

The one he wears a lot at home.

"It's . Where? ”

When he got up, Owen found himself in a house next to him, a small wooden bungalow that was five or six stories high, and a girl with brown fluffy hair was leaning against the window of the cupboard, looking out.

This picture is familiar.

The house was a lot like the one he had in Hogsmeade.

And the girl appeared in place

He had imagined that if Hermione had moved in, she would have looked out the window like that a lot.

Owen was a little confused, but didn't hesitate, stepped forward, pushed the door open and walked in.

On the first floor, the layout of his house is exactly the same.

Miss Granger leaned against the kitchen window, the morning breeze outside her window blowing her hair, and the sun shining on her face from afar through hedges, meadows, and fields.

It dyed her with a golden glow.

(End of chapter)