"Because we still have to make money from them. That's what these people do. Ha ha. ”

Several members of the crowd laughed.

Even the wizard standing in front of Owen showed a sarcastic look.

Seeing this, Miss Granger did not hesitate, and immediately reached out to hold the hand of the boy next to her, for fear that he would suddenly burst out and take some drastic measures.

Although they did not understand Arabic, it was clear from the sarcastic tone and laughter that the men seemed to be laughing at them.

However, to Hermione's surprise, Owen didn't make a move, and his gaze went directly past the wizard to the gate of the mansion in the distance.

A middle-aged wizard came out and hurried towards them.

The man who came was none other than Nefer's father.

His face looked even more ugly than it had been in the morning.

"Thank you for coming." He spoke in English, "Please come in." ”

The man had a stiff smile on his face. Putting his posture very low, "You can eat something first and wait in the living room for a while." ”

The two men he invited into the mansion.

Owen, on the other hand, glanced at Merlin in the distance and the group of young wizards with strange tattoos on their bodies, and followed Mr. Tully into the mansion.

Tsk - familiar tattoos.

I've just seen it.

Owen chuckled. Looking at the man in front of him, there was more deep meaning in his eyes.

After they had gone some distance, Mr. Tully said, "It looks like you're having a fight with those little guys?"

Miss Granger, you are more kind than I thought.

"I know you have what it takes to defeat them, there's no doubt about it.

They—" Mr. Tully's tone paused for a moment, then looked down at Hermione before continuing, "They're just spoiled children. ”

"I'm not mad at that, sir. I've also met wizards with very bad personalities. Hermione was referring to the Slytherins, of course, but after a few years of intensive cultivation by her, there were no more people who dared to challenge her.

Now she has met her peers who despise her - speaking of which, she even misses her a little.

"I'm just," the little witch looked sideways at Owen beside her.

"What's wrong?"

"I was surprised that you didn't teach them a lesson." Hermione said with a smile.

"After wrestling with God, I saw something clearly." Owen took the girl's hand and said flatly, "The essence of God is a cruel beast, it feeds on mediocre people, creates countless idiots just to eat them, only a few smart people have a chance to climb to the top and stand on the back of the gods, but he will never stop trying to throw you down, and in the end, God will succeed." There is no other way out.

But there are still people who are wrestling with God, and I don't know why, which is stupid. ”

Owen said cruelly, "In addition, mediocre people will force those who are smart to become like them, and they will not hesitate to use all kinds of means to pull them off their horses and step into the mire, as if then they can get rid of mediocrity and get rid of the fact that they have become food." They are happy to do it.

So why should I have a dispute with a group of destined food? ”

As he spoke, the young man suddenly raised his head, a hint of banter flashed in his eyes, and then he said leisurely: "Mr. Tully, are you going to be mediocre too?" ”

Owen's voice was not loud, but when it reached the ears of the man in front of him, it made him feel like he had been hit hard.

He shuddered slightly, and finally focused his rare attention on Owen.

"Be careful! Careful! Owen said lazily, "Once you make a choice, you have to suffer the consequences." ”

"You—" Mr. Tully's face changed in seconds, from shock to horror to hesitation. But in the end, he still returned to his usual state, still squeezing out a smile and said, "It's funny."

The world is not so cruel, all gods and monsters are made up, how can there be such a thing. ”

"yes—how could there be!" Owen rubbed his neck, "Who knows, maybe there is." ”

"But if you really do," he said, "I'm going to kill you, along with this house and everything you hold dear," he said jokingly. ”

By this time they had already arrived in the living room, and without saying a word, Owen sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and stood on the arm of the sofa with one hand, his palm on his cheek, and looked at Mr. Tully with a smile.

There was silence in the living room.

Miss Granger had no idea what was going on.

But she's definitely 100% on Owen's side.

So she sat down beside Owen, looked up at Mr. Tully as well, and said not a word, but quietly observed.

"Child, you are too nervous, maybe it's a strange place, maybe you should try Egyptian black tea. Relieves tight nerves. He gestured to the tea on the table.

The steaming tea exudes an intoxicating aroma. I can't help but want to take a sip.

"Alright! Why not. Owen picked up the tea and handed Hermione a cup along the way.

The ancient magic of the fingertips beat slightly, and the tea set off a trace of waves.

"Taste it." He said.

Hermione took the tea suspiciously, then sniffed the fragrance in her hand, and then took a sip.

"It smells so good!" A refreshing smell rushes to the taste buds, and it's really nostalgic.

And just as she was about to take her second sip, a strong, almost tsunami-like feeling of vertigo instantly shattered her will.

"Bang!"

Hermione slammed to her feet, her teacup falling to the ground.

A powerful wave of magic surged from within her body.

The vertigo made it difficult for her to draw her wand, so she had to try casting without a wand.

And a wide range of spells, she subconsciously chose which one.

Maybe it's because she's been practicing lately.

- Arctic Storm.

Ice crystals spread from her feet in an instant.

The steaming quilt froze in an instant.

The table in front of him—and the couch beneath him—were all pushed by the freezing ice crystals, or creaked and swayed from the expansion and contraction of the heat.

The sound is terrifying.

There is an illusion that the earth is shaking.

But—for a moment.

Neither the Origin Magic required a long condensation, nor Miss Granger's current state, could not have allowed her to actually unleash her magic.

Like a kite with a broken string, she suddenly fell to the ground.

And then no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't resist the dizziness caused by the potion, and his eyes seemed to be stained with glue, and he finally fainted on the floor between the sofa and the table.

"Out of body!"

On the other side, Owen also had the same fallen teacup at his feet, and the tea gathered at Mr. Tully's feet along the gap in the floor.

He stood in place, his eyes seemed to be covered with a milky white curtain, and his cheeks twitched violently, but soon returned to normal, and his milky white eyeballs became clear again, but they were duller than usual.

At this moment, the door to the living room was suddenly pushed open.

"How?" An old voice rang out.

A large group of people walked in the room, led by an old man with a pale face and a very high spirit.

He was about sixty or seventy years old.

Dressed in a black suit with a red jewel inlaid with a tie, his shoes were shiny and spotless.

But those eyes, those eyes revealed a greedy light that captured people's hearts, and the wrinkles that covered his face made him look particularly cruel and despicable.

"It was successful, they were completely defenseless." Mr. Tully shook his head, as if to dispel the confusion in his head.

Then he spoke flatly.

"Well done, Mr. Manlio." The old man said happily.

Along with it, the people in black feather masks behind him all showed excited expressions.

"The ritual can begin!" Someone said impatiently, and this was quickly echoed by others.

"Steady, steady gentlemen and ladies. Give our high priest a little personal time. ”

The old man smiled cruelly, and then instructed the wizard behind him to take Miss Granger away.

"What about the other one?" That's when someone asked.

"You can't waste it." As he spoke, the other wizard grabbed Owen by the collar, "He has an excellent skin, which is really enviable." ”

The wizard spoke.

Her crisp voice reached everyone's ears with a gentle voice.

As she spoke, she reached out and gently brushed Owen's cheek, her eyes lit up.

It was like tasting food, and it looked unusually evil.

"It's also very good to the touch, tsk - this one is mine, you can pick and choose from the outside."

The witch's 'oath of sovereignty' did not attract opposition from others, and in fact all of them were in a state of mental euphoria, in which case they could tolerate many things.

However, among these people, there are still people who have kept their senses, such as the old man who is the leader.

"Are those monsters ready?" He spoke to one of the wizards behind him.

The wizard wore some kind of badge on his chest, which Owen would have recognized if he opened his eyes, it was the emblem of the Ikul Hospital for the Disabled.

"It's been prepared." The corners of the man's mouth curled, "Tomorrow this place will be attacked by monsters, poor little ones, so we can still ask the Federation for some assistance, after all, it is not an easy task to capture those monsters and clear out the Muggles that have been caught up." ”

"Ha, you're thoughtful." The old man smiled cruelly.

"Well, our High Priest can't wait."

The crowd turned around.

The group re-entered the side door in the living room.

Mr. Tully followed.

The wizard at the head noticed this, and he didn't stop it, but showed a look of relief.

Then he deliberately slowed down and stood shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Tully.

"I know you're resentful, Mr. Manlio." The old fellow spoke contemptuously, "This time we are not just here to fulfill the High Priest's request.

It's for us, for the wizarding world, to remove a big evil. ”

"Great harm?" Mr. Manlio Tully said briefly.

"Hmph- how long has that Dumbledore been on our heads? Sixty or seventy years! And then? That Voldemort? He is also British, and whoever of them comes to power after that, can it be good for us?

What now? It's not like you haven't seen the report on that game held at Hogwarts, and that naval battle, this witch in front of you, how old is she, fifteen? Sixteen years old?

She was destined to become a wizard like Dumbledore, or even stronger, and for the next hundred years, we, all the nations except Britain, would continue to be led by the British. ”

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Ha, he's just reading and reading his head stupidly. I really thought the outside world was friendly and peaceful. There was a mocking sneer in the crowd, and soon the ridicule began to rise one after the other.

These people are all hostile to the Federation.

"Hmph—the Federation wants the Global Ministry of Magic to fall so they can inform the world without much effort."

"It's stupid to really believe Dumbledore's rhetoric of cooperation and prosperity!"

The old wizard didn't enter, but continued, "Do you think your father, the Minister of Magic, doesn't know about this? ”

"He just didn't want to get his hands dirty. He wished she would die sooner than all of us. In that case, why not let her die be more worthwhile? ”

The old wizard walked lightly and confidently, and the fingertips of his hands trembled slightly, as if he were clutching fate.

The eyes are deep and bright, like an endless abyss, from which temptation spreads.

The demagogic voice is not over. Soon the magnetic mellow voice sounded again, "After this matter is over, in addition to our agreement to return your daughter, the high priest has another reward. ”

His tone was smooth and deep, and it fell softly on the man in front of him, "The High Priest will extract some of this witch's talent and spirit and give it to Nefer.

Do you know what a reward, Mr. Manlio? ”

"This means that you, the House of Tully, will be able to produce a powerful wizard who will dominate Egypt for a hundred years.

Compared with these, does the life and death of those waste materials outside become irrelevant? ”

When Mr. Tully heard this, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face. He looked down in thought, his fingers unconsciously churning the air.

The old wizard seemed to read through his thoughts, and continued, "Mr. Manlio, you are a wise man. You must understand that sometimes we have to make some sacrifices for the greater good. Not to mention that this necessary sacrifice can also reduce the enemy's strength, so why not do it? ”

The old man's voice seemed to have a magical power, and Mr. Tully's heart began to waver.

Then Mr. Tully took a deep breath and nodded. His decision seemed to become clear at this moment. He raised his head, looked at the old man, and said in a firm voice, "I understand, I will do as you instruct." ”

A smile appeared on the old wizard's lips, and he knew that this man had been completely convinced by him. He reached out and shook hands with Mr. Manlio, as if to celebrate their tacit understanding and consensus.

"Welcome, welcome to join us, the Divine Servant."

"Divine Favorite?" Mr. Tully was stunned. Immediately, a milky white appeared in his eyes, and his cheeks twitched inadvertently.

Faced with the doubts of the person in front of him, the old wizard did not open his mouth to explain anything, but chuckled and took a step. Continue down a narrow corridor behind the door.

The hallway was crowded with people.

There are many rooms on either side.

The walls are carved with frescoes.

The road seemed to be long, and they walked for a while.

Eventually, a wooden staircase descending from the crowd appeared.

Access to the depths of the earth.

The crowd did not pause and walked straight down.

After passing through an oak door, the eyes suddenly opened up.

A huge basement appeared.

It is dark and damp, as if it is isolated from the outside world. The surrounding stone walls were hard and cold, crawling with traces of time and moss.

A few dim lights barely illuminate the space, creating a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.

There was a musty smell in the air, which made people feel suffocated. Occasionally, rats scurry around the corners, making a squirming sound, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the basement.

In the center of the basement, on an altar, a tall wooden stake is inserted.

The top is carved with an intricate statue of a non-visible figure, and the painting style is so abstract that if you don't look closely, you'll just think it's some kind of monster.

The rest of the pillar is inscribed with ancient runi script.

Countless intricate magic ring patterns were intertwined, shimmering with a strange green fluorescence.

And in this piece of fluorescence.

A slumped witch stands out.

The main thing is the robe on her body.

It seems to be pieced together from countless rags, and it looks unique in this group of well-dressed beasts.

"High priest, the man has been caught." The old man at the head stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Put it on the altar." The old priest pretended to be indifferent, but the open eyes shot a sudden light.

After watching the wizard place Miss Granger on the altar, he stepped forward with some impatience.

Sticking out her deadwood fingers, she caressed Hermione's cheek with nostalgia, as if admiring a beloved work of art.

"Good—good!" This time, she could no longer suppress the ecstasy in her heart.

The greedy gaze looked like he wanted to eat Hermione alive.

And that's about what she's about to do.

The wizards around him stepped aside respectfully.

Mr. Tully, who had followed, quietly retreated behind the crowd.

The old priest glanced at the people around him.

A hint of mockery flashed inadvertently at the corner of his mouth.

Ahh

When the young heart beats in their chest.

When the gifted soul is used for its own use.

When this destined person recognized by the gods and demons became her torso.

What could be more enjoyable?

She reached out and touched the wooden pole.

Then the most wicked prayer was recited.

Repeat it over and over again.

Five minutes passed.

Then, she slashed her finger, scarlet blood against Miss Granger's forehead, and began to draw intricate ancient runes in the air.

The magic patterns were arranged and combined with each other, and gradually a complex, dazzling magic rune appeared above the void.

"Woo~~~"

The wooden pole that stood and the statue at the top, like a monster, suddenly spit out an illusory phantom.

Obviously, the apparition was a young child.

About a teenager.

This time, he didn't even maintain his human form for a few seconds, and he twisted into a silvery goo in the old priest's hand.

The goo came from the old priest's hand, and the blood-dripping fingers landed on Hermione's forehead.

The next second.

Hermione, on the stone platform, suddenly opened her eyes.

"Huh?" The old priest was surprised, and the corner of her eye quickly swept over the wizards around her.

I scolded this group of wastes from the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't do this little thing.

But – this is not a surprise.

With her other hand, she pulled out a short, thick wand, estimated to be about eight inches, like a burning stick, and pressed it against Miss Granger's neck.

"If you don't want your neck cut, don't resist." The old witch spat out a barrage of pure English, her voice low and hoarse, with a creepy evil spirit.

"What do you want to do?"

Hermione didn't resist, but lay quietly, her brown eyes staring coldly at the witch in front of her.

"Don't worry." The old priest chuckled cruelly, "I want to take something from you." ”

"What?"

"Soul, memory, talent, body." She said word by word.

"You"

Hearing this, Hermione immediately chose to resist.

But the old priest didn't know what strange spell was in his mouth, and the ancient magic made her body seem to be pulled by some kind of force, and it was heavily attached to the stone platform.

The wizards around him also pulled out their wands.

All of them had read the newspapers and seen the mighty witches above the sea and under the stars.

Even if she looks bound at the moment, there is no guarantee that she will not have any back, they are doing all these things that will lose their heads, and if she escapes, then they will only be greeted by wanted and endless pursuits.

So they don't dare to take it lightly.

"You-" Restrained, Hermione's eyes could only be leveled at the huge wooden pillar in front of her.

Look at the hideous monster carving on it.

It soon became clear to her that she had seen this monster-shaped altar.

At Hogwarts, the final resting place of the Hufflepuff Lady, the altar of the elves, it was pretty much like this.

"What is your relationship with the goblins?" She felt the gravitational pull beneath her.

It was powerful, but it didn't stop her from casting spells.

And it's not like it's impossible to break free.

Field magic interfered with it, and for a brief moment, she could escape.

"Leprechaun?" The old priest was stunned for a moment, and then said contemptuously, "Take what you need, they have a lot of good things on them." ”

Miss Granger's right hand was magical.

There was still a nervous and angry expression on his face, "Do you know what you're doing?" If I die here"

"You don't have to worry about that. The British will swallow the consequences this time. ”

"Now—" The priest smiled arrogantly, and the soul output from his hand increased suddenly.

Hermione didn't know what she was doing.

But her head suddenly became dizzy.

And she suddenly became more sensitive to everything around her, and in a blur, she seemed to 'see' the faces of the wizards around her.

(End of chapter)