Hear that voice.

Harry was in his senses, and he ran over to find that they seemed to be on some kind of tower, and that the familiar voice was coming from beneath it.

He made a closer look, and then he saw ten fingers scratching at the edge of the tower, and his nails were white.

"Oh! Wait—" Harry hurriedly approached, crouched down on the edge of the tower, and grabbed the arm of Owen, the unluckiest of the bunched.

"Hey! You're alive! ”

"Old father, when am I dead!" Owen gritted his teeth and struggled to climb up.

He was, of course, the most unlucky.

Harry was nothing more than rammed.

And what about him? Because he has a rope that is neither long nor short, he has more inertia.

The man was thrown out like a slingshot and almost fed the shark.

Fortunately, he changed his posture in the air and forcibly used the Echo Landing Charm to avoid cordial contact with the sea.

"Whew!" Owen, who had climbed up from the tower wall with difficulty, collapsed to the ground, gasped heavily, and after not resting for long, he immediately stood up.

Then he ran angrily in the direction where the little wizards were.

As he passed Hermione's side, his galloping footsteps came to a halt. "Hi dear, what a nice swimsuit."

He said.

Actually, it's ugly to death.

You can't expect Hermione to wear any bells and whistles swimsuit.

It was a very traditional, tight-fitting, and plain gray swimsuit, with a short broken skirt around the waist that covered her thighs.

Owen reached into his waist pocket, and pulled a robe from inside.

A sky-blue robe, this was Hermione's dress, but she had placed it with him.

He draped his robe over Hermione's body.

The temperature at sea is low and there is a lot of humidity.

Wearing a swimsuit may cause you to catch a cold.

Hermione, on the other hand, still had a blush on her face from the remnants of Fast and Furious, and her emaciated body was shiny, which made Owen not notice the changes in her body.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that he is holding back a fire in his belly.

After taking care of Hermione.

Owen immediately ran to the second unlucky of the young wizards present.

Koyatl, not much luckier idiot than him.

She also suffered from the slingshot effect, but 'luckily' she had a raised stone wall on her way.

She crashed straight into it, probably at the cost of a few ribs or a dislocated arm, and was always flying out of the tower and into the sea to feed the fish.

"Stewart! I guess your mom. ”

"You're feeding a dog with an external brain, and you're going to be an idiot, aren't you?"

Owen's lobes were about to explode.

This stupid, pure pig teammate.

There was nothing going on, so I had to attack the hostages.

Then he frantically stopped him.

In fact, there was still a chance at that time.

Just abandon Cedric and Krum and the others will be saved.

Gotta - it's okay now, damn, all nine of us are here.

I've seen buy one get one free, and buy one get eight free is really unprecedented.

Now what?

Sheep in the mouth of the tiger!

Or nine!

Who knows how many will escape this time?

It's no wonder that Owen is so angry, because when Harry pulled him up from the side of the tower, he noticed that the gem ring in Harry's hand had been broken.

Obviously, this is a one-time portkey.

In other words, it is impossible for them to escape back through the portkey

This is where Owen is on fire.

"Tell you to stop, are you deaf?"

"What does it have to do with me!" Koyatl rubbed her waist and got up with trembling legs, the feeling of hitting the stone was uncomfortable, and she felt that her back must have been cut out. "What is this place? Dumbledore's level? ”

"Voldemort's level!" Owen yelled. If it weren't for the fact that she was bent over with several broken bones and a short-lived body, he would have given this thing a kick.

"Dumbledore's level is really funny." He sarcastically said, "This is Azkaban!" Dumbledore was going to give you to the Dementors and return him to the level."

Owen just glanced casually and knew where the place was.

This place, he can recognize it if it is demolished.

I knew him so well that it was like going home.

Who made the dream of a week, this was once one of the Death Eaters' strongholds! He's been working here for a long time!

"Azkaban?" Hearing this, the little wizards gasped.

They looked around in shock.

Through the clouds, they seemed to be able to see many black figures floating in the sky.

Clearly – everyone knows what it is.

Dementors!

But—haven't the Dementors been driven away from Azkaban?

Because a large number of Dementors chose to attack the Minor Wizards last year and sided with Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic has cleared Azkaban of Dementors, which are now being held by the Aurors.

But now—the dark shadow in the sky is clearly a Dementor!

And—why don't they attack them directly?

"It's Azkaban!" After comparing the appearance in their memories, the young wizards could be sure that this place was indeed Azkaban.

For months, Azkaban had seen a picture of it in the Daily Prophet newspaper, and they had seen it all.

"Someone's coming."

Owen narrowed his eyes, and a number of figures appeared in the fog in the distance, and walked towards them.

Voldemort?

Or, goblin?

Owen wasn't quite sure who would be the perpetrator of this conspiracy.

Because it's possible for anyone.

As the figure drew closer, judging from his gait and the swing of his arms, he was very tall but stooped, like an old man on the verge of death.

Wrapped in black, it makes it difficult to see the face.

Until recently, a sea breeze blew.

His hood was suddenly lifted, and the crowd saw his face.

It was a face of indescribable age, full of wrinkles, age spots, sunken eyes, and pale lips.

The muscles of his jaw and cheeks didn't even have the strength to close his mouth, which left him with his mouth slightly open.

This face, no one can recognize.

Because he's too old.

Still, Owen recognized the man.

Because of his eyes, those snake eyes still revealed his identity.

"Isn't this Tom?" He spread his hands outstretched, his body slightly straightened, and stood in front of the little wizards.

"Not seen in a year." He shook his arm and looked teasing, "Why is it so pulled?" ”

In the next second, the dark green light opened as if the door of hell was open.

The fog around them was instantly dyed with another color.

"Arvada - Ask for your life!"

The first strike was strong, and Owen's wand unleashed the Killing Curse again.

Although he said that he was going to quit the killing curse, unlike the others, Voldemort, he knew the roots, and thought that there would be no 'love protection charm' or anything in his body, and then bounced his curse.

"Bang!"

Another killing curse passed by Voldemort's side.

The green glow shone on his old face, adding a touch of gloom to it.

The smoke dispersed.

A tall, dark-haired, mature woman in a long black dress is looking up at Owen.

Her face was mixed with excitement and madness, and her eyes were burning as if they were staring at Owen.

"I thought you were going to betray Tom eventually." Owen said coldly.

Two killing curses entangled with each other in the air.

But Owen still has the magic to do something else.

With a wave of his left hand, a blazing flame rose instantly.

Then Owen clenched his fists violently, and the huge mouth of the flames devoured our Tom senior in an instant.

Immediately after, the killing spell that connected the sparks was also interrupted by the flames.

"Is he dead?" Cedric muttered.

The little wizards had gathered, their wands drawn, and they looked around warily.

"How is that possible?" It was Harry who responded to him.

At this time, Harry's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his scar was in severe pain.

He had never felt such a sharp pain in his life, and his head felt like it was about to burst.

He was half-on his knees, gritting his teeth.

But even so, Harry had the leisure to reply to Cedric.

I have to say, he's really strong.

"Grindelwald's imps."

As Harry's words fell, a deep, old voice sounded in the firelight, like the unpleasant tone of rotten wood.

"Bang!" He stepped out of the flames.

Then, as if under some kind of coercion, the flames all merged into the wand raised by the bone-like arm.

"Why are you so gifted in a tiny Hogwarts castle?"

He walked towards Owen step by step.

"Join me and you'll be promoted."

Voldemort at this time is almost the same as Tom Riddle who returned to his teenage years a year ago.

Now he is more like a hairless version of his old age.

looks hideous and terrifying, and it seems that you can't see the handsome a year ago.

"I'm fine." Owen replied in a playful voice, "But I don't like to send people under the fence. ”

He looked at Tom provocatively, "If Senior Tom is willing to be my junior brother, then I can deign to join your small group again." ”

"Haha-" Owen's words drew a strong sneer from Tom.

His voice was dry and empty, like a sandstorm in the desert.

"The little wizard is really—what do you say?"

"Arrogance!" His snake eyes instantly exuded a fierce killing intent.

Then, with a grim smile on his face, he said, "But soon, I don't think you'll be able to say that again." ”

"Now, put down your wand."

He stood on his heels.

The body, which was like a candle in the wind, burst out with a powerful aura at this time, although Owen was not afraid, but it was still bluffing to look at.

"Or, you can watch them die one by one." With that said, Senior Tom was very kind to show that Owen was paying attention behind him.

Owen naturally didn't fall for him, and as he stared cautiously at Voldemort, he looked to the left with his peripheral vision, and then slowly turned around.

And when he really saw the situation behind him, the whole person was surprised.

At this moment, Harry and the others suddenly fell to the ground for some reason.

Where they stood, the ground sank ten feet.

It's like the gravitational pull in that place suddenly increased several times.

There were already other Death Eaters around.

Peter Pettigrew, Antonin Dolohov, Avery, August Luckwood.

Even Owen saw it, an old acquaintance.

Gilderoy Lockhart with a gloomy smile.

He also joined the Death Eaters.

But come to think of it, this guy is locked up at the bottom of Azkaban, which has been captured by Voldemort, and if he wants to be free, I'm afraid the only way left is to join the Death Eaters.

"Magic trap?" Owen sneered, "Great Voldemort, how many children do you need to use this tactic?" ”

The Death Eaters cast several spells.

The little wizards who were crushed to the ground and couldn't move had no time to resist.

Or maybe they wanted to resist, but because of gravity, their movements seemed to be slowed down, and they were suddenly controlled by the Death Eaters.

"Sometimes you have to get rid of things you don't need in order to be safe – for example: face?"

Senior Tom looked very happy.

Having achieved his goal, he seemed to be immersed in some kind of joy, and was not as brutal as before, intending to kill them directly.

"And now—what about your choice?"

Behind Owen, Peter Pettigrew was using his dirty hands to choke Miss Granger's neck.

A wand like rotten wood was pointed at her cheek. He looked at Owen with a hideous expression.

He hadn't forgotten how the boy had tortured and chased him in the Forbidden Forest.

Now, in his hands.

He must also let the other party taste the bitter pain of being tortured!

"Tsk-" Owen's cheeks twitched slightly, and he had already given someone a good grave in his heart.

But—Miss Granger's face didn't seem so good.

"Whew—" He exhaled, then slowly withdrew his wand into the inner pocket of his robe, then raised his hands.

Very unhappy to pose as a French military salute.

Then he turned around and looked back at Senior Tom and said, "Ahem - it suddenly occurred to me that Death Eaters were a profession with great ambitions and a bright future. ”

"Hehe-" Senior Tom smiled noncommittally.

Then he tilted his head to look at Bella.

"I'll leave it to you."

With that, Bellatrix Lestrange looked at Owen indifferently. There was a light of hatred in his cold eyes.

"Regent!"

A flash of white light.

Owen froze in place like a puppet.

On the other hand, Voldemort was not discouraged by this little episode.

He walked slowly to the very center of the top of the tower.

Then the unknown black stone suddenly began to slowly deform.

In the blink of an eye, a huge cauldron, carrying his decaying body, rose from the ground.

A cloaked Death Eater hurriedly walked over and began to pour water into it.

Then a green flame burst out from under the pot.

Evil light is jumping.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly, and the surface not only began to boil, but also burst into sparks, as if it were burning.

Just when the young wizards thought that Voldemort was performing an iron pot stew for them.

His flesh disintegrated in front of everyone's eyes.

On the second day of the exam, I made it up again

(End of chapter)