Bottle caps that don't move.

As smart as he was, he naturally immediately figured out that this was because of his recent experience of being a volcano and a snowy mountain, which caused a part of the potion in the bottle to drain, the air pressure dropped, and the bottle 'sucked' the cap.

But understand to understand!

Shame is shame, these are two different things!

He could already see that the dead girl was covering her mouth with her hands, her cheeks raised, but she was still pressing hard.

In this repetition, I finally made myself laugh

Depend on!!!

"Boom!"

Reciting the spell silently, Owen directly blew up the bottle in his hand.

Half of the potion splattered, and the other half floated in the air.

They are controlled by the Levitation Charm.

"Dead girl, open your mouth!"

Not waiting for Owen's orders.

The sudden explosion made the girl subconsciously move her hands covering her mouth up and cover her eyes instead.

"Yikes!"

She screamed, her mouth opening slightly, and the enchanted potion descended naturally.

It was so fast that she didn't even taste it.

I only felt a cold chill burrowing into my stomach, and then my head suddenly became a little sluggish, it was not a feeling of sleepiness, but more like - in a daze.

And just when the girl's eyes lost their highlights and stood in a daze.

Owen had already stretched out his hand.

As if by magic, he threw the dragon crown above his head into the air.

Lift up the backbone of the girl's fate. The two of them jumped on the back of the silver dragon.

Sad! Hurry up and turn into wings!

Scars! Hurry up and turn into a compass!

The soaring dragon took away the girl's cruel past for more than a month.

The howling wind poured into her mouth, stinging her eyes.

But the girl opened their eyes very wide.

The young hand, nervously gripping the protruding bones on the dragon's back, looked full of excitement.

With his back to Owen.

The empty Ionian underground warehouse echoed with her screams of excitement.

In the years that had passed, Owen couldn't figure out how much he had gone into the underground warehouse.

In short, the road up must be long.

Of course - he could have Shylock take them directly to the illusion, but - to be handsome!

Who wouldn't want to be a dragon knight one day?

A few minutes later, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the Great Ionian Warehouse.

Landing smoothly, Owenti slipped down from the dragon's back with her eyes shining and tears streaming down her face.

Riding a dragon is a rare experience.

Ninety percent of wizards have never experienced it.

When this legendary magical creature appeared, all the attention of the girl was attracted.

That feeling of excitement brought her strong positive emotions.

Even after landing, this emotion did not end.

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At the entrance of the big warehouse, in the huge courtyard, the girl and her mother were covering her face, staggering and squatting on the ground crying.

The crying has dried up.

So it's not very loud.

Soon, though, even the slightest bit of dry sobbing was swallowed up by louder voices around him.

It was the wind, the wonderful sound of flowing through the dragon's body.

The sound is like bagpipes, melodious and mournful, the cold wind that belongs only to the Scottish Highlands, playing in a vast and endless wilderness.

In the wasteland, there is a castle.

Listen to the sound of boats paddling, step over steps, knock on oak doors, and a magical magic kingdom slowly approaches.

At sunset, goblins, goblins, elves, centaurs, and strange wizards who can cast spells—friends seem to be preparing to say goodbye, as if to welcome.

But whatever the purpose of this feast, it is for one person.

You—

You are the most precious.

The last note of the organ lands.

The castles (winds) of the Scottish Highlands violently pry women's hair and clothes.

She silently looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks.

In her pupils, the dazzling halo of light made her unable to open her eyes.

Still, the woman's eyes widened as she forcibly held back.

I saw that in her gray pupils, a huge dragon was reflected at this time, the dragon had pearl-colored scales, which refracted colorful light in the light, and the tail without light was delicate silver.

The blue eyes like stars are shining meteors, and they are full of brilliance.

For a moment, she was a little stunned.

Her thoughts flashed back to her youth, and in the afternoon sun, her mother had told her a magical castle and a story full of heroes.

Fantastical story.

Originally, she thought it was just a story like the magic kingdom behind the closet, or the legendary adventures of Middle-earth.

But when the dragon's snort lifted the hair between her forehead, she realized that the story wasn't all fake, and that it might be another world because of it.

"Mommy-Mommy! Look, it's a dragon, a dragon! The little girl with her feet on the ground, like a happy rabbit, jumped up and ran towards her mother.

There was no pain or fear on her face.

It may have something to do with the tranquilizer that Owen gave her, but more often than not, it was Bakar who brought it to her.

Owen also stepped on the ground again.

Bakar turned his head, a hint of displeasure in his huge dragon eyes.

Use it as a tool dragon again!

The dragon was furious, and then it shrank sharply with a rainbow of light, and it put its tail and head together, and its head stood up proudly, turning into a 'silver crown' and landing on top of Owen's head.

Probably, this is Bakar's silent revenge!

On the other side, the woman picked up her daughter.

Passing over her daughter's shoulder, she saw a man wearing a dragon crown, with long silver hair, dressed in a two-color robe of gold and brown, with an intricate medallion embroidered on her right chest, and in the middle of it was a shield composed of four animals, a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake, surrounded by a large letter "H".

The boy is like an unearthly prince.

When those emerald green eyes looked at her, her consciousness short-circuited for a moment.

Magic—oh my! How wonderful that is.

It's like Narnia, sheep monsters, beavers, dwarves, and dryads, who have never been there, but who will always live in the home of the heart.

"Why are you here? What about that dark-haired wizard? ”

Owen asked.

When his voice reached the woman's ears, she suddenly woke up.

"I don't know. He left here a few days ago with some people. ”

She said intermittently, her head like a barren page, blown by someone, and then she unconsciously began to tell about what had happened these days.

Sirius left with a dozen men and never returned.

He didn't have much food left.

Hopefully Owen will get them out of here and so on.

"Huh?"

Hearing the woman's story, Owen had doubts in his heart.

"So, this holy mist can actually shield the portkey?" He thought to himself.

The three of them left the splendid building together.

Back in the square.

There were a lot of people gathered in the square, they seemed to be discussing something, and when he appeared, everyone subconsciously took a step back.

Sure enough—Owen didn't see Sirius.

What's new! NEW DISCOVERY!

What does it mean that he used the portkey to leave and couldn't come back?

This shows that the Holy Mist only allowed those inside to go out in this way, but not anyone to use the key to enter.

How does this work?

It erases the anchor point of the doorkey?

But how is this done?

All of a sudden, Owen's heart sparked a great interest in research.

I don't know how, but since he started using the portkey as he wants, the magic is now a bit overrun.

He wouldn't be surprised if Voldemort had stormed Hogwarts through the portkey.

In fact, the Portkey's spells are extremely simple, and the difference between a powerful wizard and a normal wizard's spell is only a matter of invalidation.

The Portkey Spell cast by Dumbledore could last for hundreds of years, and the average wizard could have days—or even hours.

In order to prevent abuse, the Ministry of Magic has also set up a special portkey office to control this magic.

But the reality is that there are still a large number of unapproved portkeys circulating around the world.

But there is no doubt that this spell has never been 'broken', and as long as the anchor is set, there is no place where the portkey can't go.

But now, with the appearance of the Holy Mist, it is no wonder that Owen is excited.

Gotta find a way to get that haze back to Hogwarts!

There are also some functional buildings here, take them back and study them!

There are also books and magic items in the Great Ionian Underground Warehouse!

Wait-why you have to move back, just occupy this place, and make a branch school.

Anyway, the original owner of the city is dead.

Prostituting a city for nothing, how cool is this!

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible, and Owen smiled.

The bustling crowd around him didn't speak, just looked at him in horror.

After the brainstorming is done.

Owen coughed lightly, then pulled a clock out of his pocket.

I found a random wall and inlaid a clock into it.

Lines appeared, and in the blink of an eye, a door appeared.

"Line up." He said nonchalantly, and then pushed the door open.

His form leaped across the space and leaped a thousand miles.

On the other side.

The outskirts of London.

In Owen's own mansion, the door suddenly opened, and a vague figure walked out.

It can't be helped—there are now only four anchors for the clock and doorkeys, the safe houses of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade Village, the safe houses of Nicola May in Paris, and here, the cottages in London.

None of the other three places above were possible for Muggles to enter, mainly to prevent the location from being exposed.

That's all he could do.

"Uh-huh."

Walking out the door, Owen looked back.

Sure enough, I found that there was a white mist in front of me.

On the other side, looking from Ionia City to London, you can see the room environment clearly.

There was an extra layer of white mist on this end.

He tried, but he couldn't wear it.

"This is the power of the Holy Mist?" Owen took out the waystone, and in the next second, the fog dispersed, and the scenery of Ionian City instantly appeared.

"It's amazing."

With that, the Muggles swarmed into his house.

"Well, welcome to London!"

Owen said flatly.

The Muggles, on the other hand, looked around curiously.

Through the window, you can look over the lawn and the trees in front of you.

Far away, they vaguely saw a huge city, and it was too big.

So much so, that from such a distance, they could still see the lights of the city.

It's just when the sky is getting dark.

Italy has an hour's time difference between the United Kingdom, and the altitude of the city of Ionia makes it possible to arrive exceptionally early in the morning.

"Oh!"

"I'm finally back!"

Among this group of people, there were British.

When he saw the city in the distance, he immediately wept bitterly.

Although Owen didn't understand how he could tell from an outline that it was London. But that didn't stop him from swinging his wand to close all the doors to the room. Stop them from getting out of here.

Originally, he wanted to just leave the Oblivion Spell and throw it into the big dye vat in London to fend for himself.

But when you think about it, these people have all disappeared in Italy, and their sudden appearance in London may attract the attention of Scotland Yard.

If MI5 is provoked, his little villa will definitely be exposed.

Don't underestimate what Muggles are capable of.

Even if the Muggle Expulsion Charm was cast around his villa, when the Muggle approached the place where the spell was cast, he would remember a hundred thousand urgent things and quickly move away.

After comparing this group of Italian tourists, MI5 can always find out the approximate location of his villa from their movements, and then as long as they keep sending people to probe, when everyone passes by his house, they will remember a hundred thousand urgent things, isn't this three hundred taels of silver?

Muggles are not stupid, on the contrary, they are terrible as they are smart.

Sooner or later they will discover the wizarding world.

Now the government only has too little information about wizards. That's why it seems passive.

If a traitor confesses all the information of the wizarding world to the government and the wizarding world, and has a countermeasure, the wizards will even fall into disadvantage, after all, Dumbledore can't stop Hogwarts from being able to nuclear it!

"Oh! Mr! Are you on summer vacation? You're a week late for getting home. ”

The noise in the living room won the attention of Dobby, who was cleaning on the second floor.

He comes here every summer to work as a housekeeper. (Going to work)

After the summer vacation, he will do what he wants to do. (Off-duty)

A happy boy who only works two months a year!

"Dobby!" Owen looked up and saw Dobby in a punk costume standing at the top of the stairs, holding a broom at least three times his body, looking at the others warily.

"Wait—" He fumbled for a glass bottle from his pocket, then pointed his wand to his temple, and with a flick of his fingers, he pulled out a silver thread of memory and put it into the bottle.

"Go inform Headmaster Dumbledore and give him this." Owen tossed the glass bottle in his hand to Dobby.

"Prepare some toys for this little girl, don't let people hurt her."

He glanced around, as if in warning.

Dozens of people looked frightened, and although they were crowded, they still got out of the way one by one.

The road led to the gate, which had become the key to the door.

Owen pinched the road stone, came to the door, and looked back: "Don't let them leave the room, as for what will happen after that, it depends on how the principal arranges." ”

He whispered.

Then he stepped back into Ionian City.

"Whew!"

Rip off the clock on the wall.

With the disappearance of the wooden door.

He's finally leaving the trouble to someone else.

Turning, he was about to go further under the large warehouse, wanting to know what was behind the door.

But the moment he stepped forward, his expression froze.

He turned and stared at the sea of clouds in the sky.

The sea of clouds was churning like surging waves.

Because—Owen suddenly remembered that at this time, some idiot must be on the other side of the clouds, waiting for him to open the door

"Trouble!"

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Embed the keystone behind that door.

Inject magic again.

The door slowly opened.

The moment they stepped through the door, it was as if they were passing through a curtain of water, and a faint feeling of wetness spread through their limbs.

"So, you lived in your cousin's cabin for three or four days?"

"I didn't live in her cabin!"

"Oops! Isn't it all the same? Owen spread his hands.

In front of the two of them, the precious marble floor disappeared.

Instead, there is a muddy road, and a track with no end in sight.

The carriages on the tracks are gone.

However, judging by the shattered mountains around it and the stones scattered on the railroad tracks, there was once a fierce battle.

"Where did those people come from?" Owen and Sirius pointed heading head-on, along the railroad tracks deeper into the mountain.

"Most of them are cruise ships caught up in the great whirlpool of Kalibdis in the Strait of Messina (Strait of Sicily)."

"The Death Eaters captured quite a few people there." He said.

"Not a lot of people?" Owen smiled mockingly, "There are at least tens of thousands of Evil Omen Legions, not to mention whether there is a failure rate of the transformation in the square, conservatively estimated, at least more than 10,000 people have been taken captive." ”

"The massacre of Muggles on this scale has not happened in at least a few hundred years! Even if it's Senior Tom, he's killed a few hundred or more than a thousand people at most. Judging by the corpse of his cave. ”

"The Ministry of Magic will find a way. They'll find a way to cover it up. Sirius was also very angry, but it had happened, and there had to be a solution.

In ancient times, there were incidents of such dark wizards abducting a village or a town, and only a few people were able to return alive, and the Ministry of Magic generally dealt with them by erasing most of the memories of those who survived. Then let it fend for itself.

Most of these Muggles, who have been cast with a powerful Forgetting Charm, will later become very forgetful, just like Neville, who became forgetful because he witnessed his parents being tortured and his uncle's memories erased.

In the past, such forgetful Muggles would eventually become marginalized in Muggle society, the kind of people who would die in a corner of the city the next day without anyone mourning.

As for compensation or guaranteeing a decent life for these poor people.

Hehe—just a bunch of Muggles, the Ministry of Magic doesn't care at all.

"Damn! Do you think this was three or four hundred years ago? Owen was a little annoyed, "Just erase the memory, it's okay to be small." That's more than 10,000 people, and who knows if there are other Muggle cruises trapped in the maelstrom.

Joan of Arc, it's almost the 21st century, okay? Wizards can't open their eyes to the world?

All Muggle travel customs records are recorded, and there are traces of where they departed, where they disembarked, and how long the journey took in between. Do you really fool Muggles like idiots?

Believe it or not, there are already at least ten satellites swirling over the Strait of Messina against the Kalibdis!

You are so arrogant! When people start to check you, start learning to respect again. ”

(End of chapter)