The front of me is verdant and green.

Towering mountain peaks reach into the sky.

The sky is still overcast after heavy rain.

The peaks of the mountains poked into the clouds, and the peaks could not be seen clearly.

"There's no valley bottom, and beyond that is a forest." Owen said, pointing to the mountains in front of him. "I've been to this place in the morning."

"Could it be that the giant is lying?" Sirius frowned, he had heard of Moody's interrogation methods, and he didn't believe that simple-minded, well-limbed giants could spit lotus flowers and lie like the kid next to him.

"Or is the mountain in front of you a mirror image like a volcano?"

"Heh—I think you're insulting my intelligence." Owen said angrily, he had been going back and forth here for a long time in the morning, and if it was a mirror image, he wouldn't be able to find out?

The two of them stood on the canopy of a giant tree, looking at the mountains in front of them with emotion.

The forests on the Sky Island are simply stunningly large for wizards.

It's normal for a tree to be tens of feet tall.

The little animals in the forest were all huge, and Owen had even seen lambs the size of elephants.

However, he had never seen any giant centipedes, giant caterpillars or anything like that, and he thought that these magnified creatures should be specially reserved for the food of the giants, so there were only cattle and sheep and the like.

"It's a good place for feng shui, but it's a pity that this place has been targeted." Owen sighed with emotion, the trees under his feet, the trunks could be several feet wide, like a road, the trunks were entwined with vines and moss, and at a glance, this seemed to be the city in the woods.

If a wooden house is built in this place, the place makes a landslide with wooden planks, and uses a rope to control the vine and let it grow where it should grow.

It is possible to establish a unique forest capital here.

Just like the legendary Elven Capital.

"Wait a minute—" Suddenly, Owen's gaze pierced through countless lush greenery, and landed beneath him, where vines, leaves, and planks were stacked together like the fork of the trunk of a log cabin.

"Someone!" Sirius also noticed. There was a light seeping out of the cabin.

The two looked at each other, then each found a hidden corner and hid it.

I still don't want to startle the snake.

After all, they are not familiar with this place, and no one knows what kind of conspiracy lies ahead.

Therefore, waiting for the rabbit is the safest choice.

Little by little, about twenty minutes passed.

Finally, the small wooden door was pushed open.

The people who appeared, whether it was Owen or Sirius, were unusually familiar.

She was dressed in a black robe, with a pair of black boots on her feet, her fluffy hair pulled up in a bun, her face was pale but very delicate, and her eyes were mixed with indelible sorrow.

"Huh? Wow - it's your cousin! Owen waved at Sirius.

As for the other party, his face seemed to be painted with black ink, and most of his eyes staring at his cousin were hatred.

"Your own people, your own people!" With that, Owen swaggered out, completely ignoring Sirius' shocked eyes.

"Yo! Is it such a coincidence? Senior Tom sent you over to negotiate with the giants? ”

The sudden cry made Bella subconsciously pull out her wand.

When she looked up at Owen, she put her wand back with a blank face.

She had known that there were a group of wizards on the island, and she had seen Owen and them from afar, but she didn't expect to meet them here.

"Remember our agreement? How's it going, have you figured it out? Owen jumped down from the tree, and then walked leisurely, and when he got closer, he said something inexplicably.

"I can't get into Gringotts right now!" Bellatrix said in a deep voice.

"Huh? Don't the goblins all wear the same pants as the guys? Why is Senior Tom and the outer god having an unpleasant quarrel? Owen continued. The contempt was evident in the words.

"It doesn't seem like this information is out of our trade!" Bellatrix said quietly, looking at Owen's eyes becoming more and more dangerous, "You don't want to get some secrets about the Dark Lord from me." ”

"Oh! Am I so obvious? Owen blinked, "In this situation, it would be a pleasure for you to destroy the madman Tom today, wouldn't you?" As long as he's alive and his soul isn't completely dissipated, you'll never be able to achieve your purpose, won't you? ”

Owen's words made Bellatrix's face change several times, and she looked at the boy in front of her uncertainly.

In him, she felt a fear that far surpassed that of Dumbledore and the former Voldemort.

Compared to Dumbledore, he was even more unwound. More than the Undulating Devil, he can control people's desires better.

She couldn't believe what would happen to the wizarding world if the man in front of her finally won the war!

It may be far more than she imagined.

For a moment, Bellatrix became suspicious of his cooperation with Owen.

"By the way, your brain occlusion technique is progressing a little fast!" Bellatrix in front of him was deep in thought, while Owen continued to ask, "The Dementor Charm is extremely powerful, when did you have such a deep understanding of these two spells?" ”

"Could it be Azkaban?" He asked curiously, "You stole my technique?" ”

Bellatrix didn't reply, just looked at him coldly.

"Oh! Really. Owen smiled, then waved his hand, "It's good, the unintentional little act has borne good fruit." ”

Owen and Bellatrix 'had a great conversation', which caused Sirius to frown repeatedly, and he appeared behind Owen at some point.

"You-" His gaze was shocked, he couldn't believe that Owen could be in the company of Voldemort's most loyal lackey.

And listening to the conversation between the two just now, the woman in front of her actually wanted to betray Voldemort?

In an instant, Sirius had a chill running down his spine to the soles of his feet, and he knew best what kind of person Bellatrix was, that is, a madman.

Owen was able to betray Voldemort with such a madman, this is not terrible to describe, Dumbledore does not have such ability, what the hell did he do, is it some kind of ancient magic? Able to correct one's consciousness? Or is it a magic item that can affect people's minds?

If Owen really has such ability, then why doesn't he just change Voldemort's consciousness, so that everything will be fine?

The dog's godfather brainstormed wildly, but his mouth was not just a brain, he was already mature, if before, no matter what, he would have to taunt a few words first.

"What is my cousin doing here?" Owen glanced at the Dog Godfather, then spoke mockingly.

He didn't open his mouth to mock, 'You want to change the master' or something like that, but was a little surprised.

"Waiting for you—you." Bellatrix said bluntly.

"Huh?" It's time for Owen to scratch his head.

In the next second, Bellatrix took out a piece of white jade directly from his pocket and threw it to Owen.

"What is this?" He looked down at the jade in his hand.

It was a very strangely shaped jade, like an arrow, with two inverted triangles on the top, and a yellow and clear gem inlaid in the middle, and in the gem there was an inscription that he had never seen before, probably runi script, primordial lune, etc.

Below is the shape of a long sword, an inverted triangle, and the further down it goes, the sharper the shape.

The length is about five feet (12.7 cm).

"Pathstone." Bellatrix said. "It's the key to the Holy Haze."

"Holy Mist?" Owen flipped through his memories for a while, whether it was the knowledge of the heir given to him by Dean Bridged, or some ancient magical artifacts he knew, he had never heard of anything called the Holy Mist.

"It's an ancient asylum magic, a magic offered by inspired goblins to the gods against the heirs." She explained, then looked at Owen meaningfully.

"To get to the place sheltered by the Holy Mist, you must have a roadstone to pass through, or you will never be able to approach that place."

"Where is the place where the Holy Haze is sheltered?" Owen asked again.

This time, Bellatrix didn't speak, but looked up at the sky.

Owen followed her gaze, and also shifted his attention to the 10,000-meter-high, cloudy place, and in the next second, he understood the location of the shelter.

"One more thing!" Owen looked down and looked at Bellatrix, "Why are you giving us this?" These are not included in our dealings. ”

"It's the Dark Lord's orders."

"Huh?" Bellatrix's answer made Owen's three views a little explosive. "Wait—Senior Tom has a brain pump? He buried the portkey and let you stay here in order to tell his enemies where to bury the portkey and give it to him?

Honestly, you're not going to cheat me, are you! You have already laid an ambush in the sky? As soon as I go up on the front foot, the back foot will besiege me? ”

"Y-you're mistaken." Bellatrix's face was unfazed, and he still said in an orderly manner, "The Dark Lord and the so-called gods are not a partnership, nor are they companions, we just use each other.

To put it simply, the Dark Lord also didn't want to see the gods become powerful. ”

"Do you think it was an accident that the volcanic giants came to trouble you?" A sneer tugged at the corners of her mouth, "We arrived on Giant Island a long time ago, if only contact with Giant would have ended a month ago. What do you think we're waiting for? ”

"Hehe-speaking of which, I have to thank you for killing the believer of that god, the giantess named Amin, and with her eyeliner, our activities on Giant Island have always been restricted."

“.”

When Bellatrix said this, Owen suddenly understood.

For Voldemort, he wants world domination!

If the outer gods really came to this world, then it is still a question of whether there will be anyone to rule over him!

As long as Voldemort's head is not completely controlled by the outer gods, then of course he will stumble and create resistance.

This trick is not new.

Owen, who understood everything, shook the road stone in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly outlined a smile, "It seems that even the dark wizard is not a force that cannot be united?" To the gods, we are all mustards.

Grass mustard huddles, a fire, can also burn this sky into a hollow. ”

He said softly, his tone steady.

"Do you want to enter the Holy Mist together?" Owen turned to Bellatrix and asked.

"No—I don't know if there's anyone from the Order there, I can't be found by them." As she spoke, she took out a magic item from her pocket, it was called the Demon Hand, and it was said that the person he held would die within a few days, and it was a terrible black magic curse item.

"Remember our agreement, and I will make it as soon as possible." With that, Bellatrix grabbed the demon's hand, and her body began to distort, distorting space, and two seconds later, she disappeared in place.

It seems that the demon's hand has been transformed into a portkey.

Flipping the road stone in his hand, Owen smiled softly, it seems that our sister Bei can't bear it anymore and is very anxious.

Uh-huh – that's good, that's good!

"What the hell is going on with you two?" Only then did Sirius open his mouth, his face more serious than ever, his gray pupils staring straight at him, "She betrayed the mysterious man?" ”

"How is that possible?" Owen smiled faintly, "She's a madman, she has a doctor's certificate, and Senior Tom is her spiritual support, betrayal?" Unless you kill her. ”

"And she-"

"Bellatrix Strange certainly won't betray Tom!" Owen smiled mysteriously, "But who said there is only one Tom senior?" ”

"What do you mean?" Sirius's heart sank and he asked urgently.

"Secret!" Owen shook the stone in his hand and said, "You just need to know that she will never betray Senior Tom, this is the cornerstone of our cooperation."

If Bellatrix really betrays Tom and doesn't love Tom, then I'll be very troubled, because then she will have no value.

And where are the worthless dark wizards? ”

He sneered and said in a long voice, "In the graveyard—"

Sirius stared at Owen, his eyes strange and jealous.

This kid had completely exceeded his expectations, and he didn't know what Dumbledore thought of him, so evil—so unscrupulous.

The two of them did not speak, but came to the canopy and called out Bakar.

The dragon carried them and flew high. The goal is the top of the mountain above the clouds.

The wind whistled, taking away the few heat from the two of them.

They couldn't help but tighten their clothes.

At this moment, suddenly the road stone in Owen's hand emitted a faint light.

The mysterious symbol was dazzling, connecting the heavens and the earth, and in an instant, the clouds swelled and cracked a gap like a knife splitting an axe.

Looking through the gap, the scenery is very different.

The boring mountain is gone.

In its place, there is a valley.

Not a small area of valley.

They saw a city.

It was a magnificent city built of white boulders and decorated with gold.

Almost every building is comparable to a palace in the outside world.

The whole city was in order, and every few feet of the streets were erected banners with gold, silver, and precious stones, and several arcs nested with each other to form a gold sign.

At first glance, it's a perfect city, except for the absence of a hint of life.

Very serious, strictly geometrically distributed buildings, like the elaborate design of the gods, all the layouts are regular and symmetrical. It doesn't look like a human design, and it doesn't look like it's used for people to live in.

"Fall, Bakar." Owen stroked the dragon's neck.

Immediately, their speed slowed down, and after carefully observing the surroundings to confirm that there was no danger, the two of them landed on the city square.

"O Merlin! There's a city here. Sirius looked around in shock, stepping on the marble as white as jade.

Although there was no danger to the naked eye, he quickly swung his wand in different directions, casting the Manifestation Charm in turn.

The golden light streaked across it, and nothing was sensed.

"Be careful." He said.

"I don't need to." Owen caught the shrunken Bakar, and the little guy lay on top of him again, really making his head a nest.

The moment he passed through the mist, his magical perception spread.

There were only faint fluctuations in mana around him.

That fluctuation is probably the natural friction of some magic flow, or something like some magic item that is almost ineffective.

Because, even if he is an eleven-year-old wizard, the magic fluctuations he induces are greater than he perceives.

Unless—it was a little wizard who was five or six or seven years old, and was at a low ebb after the explosion of his magic power, he might have attracted such a low level of magic power.

Gathering his mind, Owen focused his attention on the square he was in.

The plaza in front of me is not huge, it is about the size of three auditoriums.

The square is paved with huge stones as white as jade.

The surface seems to be covered with some kind of wax, which is shiny and shiny, and can even illuminate the shadow of a person.

The intricate circular patterns are carved into these boulders, full of geometric beauty.

Each ring is inlaid with a blue crystal.

Directly in front of them, a large stone monument was erected, one after the other, with the highest in the middle and then decreasing symmetrically on both sides.

The central stele has a large gold disc.

Behind the stele is a waterfall that flows down from nowhere, falling into the abyss with a roaring sound.

Owen walked slowly, carefully observing the rings on the ground.

At first, he only thought that it was some kind of aesthetic sign, a trace of art.

But upon closer inspection, it became clear that the arrangement of these rings appeared to be a kind of astrological sign.

And all the rings are densely engraved with the ancient runi script (original lune).

When he stepped up the steps, he came to the bottom of the stone monument, where all the rings intersected.

It has an inverted conical base, pointed at the top and wide at the bottom.

A golden bowl rests flat on the top of the spire.

Obviously, the contact area with the sharp corners of the tapered base is very small, but the golden bowl is smooth without a trace of shaking.

Owen observed for a long time, but he didn't see anything valuable from this base, there were no magic fluctuations, as if it was something Muggle built.

Then he turned his attention to the stone tablets.

(End of chapter)