"Bang!"

It was the sound of a fallen corpse that had lost its soul and slammed its forehead to the ground.

It's over.

Owen slowly put away his wand.

On the other side, the illusion created by the Phantom Flashback was also gone, but Hermione immediately took his place.

The pale blue flowers propped up, and it was the magnificent magic called the Sanchez Force Field.

And just when Owen thought that everything was over, dust to dust, dust to dust.

But he was surprised to find that although the high priest of Raviyu fell to the ground. Lying on the ground is lifeless.

The left eye is dull and dull, like a jewel that has lost its highlights.

But Hermione was propping up that side of the force field.

The undead, controlled by the priest, did not collapse to the ground and revert back into a corpse. Instead, he continued to bare his teeth and claws, screaming at Hermione.

The raised bony wands made a wind-shattering sound, and yes - they cast spells even faster.

"This—" Owen had a bad feeling in his heart.

The next moment, another raindrop of magic buried him.

As a last resort, Owen can only continue to defend passively to see what happens.

And this change soon followed.

He saw Lavieu's body at the top of the stairs being quickly dragged away by the undead.

Then the magic circle that emitted silver light automatically levitated.

And the rings around Raviyu's body, the composition of the runivin also changed permutations.

A faint golden curtain fell.

Withstood most of Owen's tentative attacks.

It also cut off his desire to get closer again.

"A familiar veil."

The golden light in front of him was at least ten ten, not to mention the seven images on the sea surface before.

This further shows that the god in front of him is that person.

Subsequently, the undead were divided into three, one entangled with Miss Granger and suffered minor casualties, and the other restrained Owen with heavy casualties.

The last part rushed to the half-dead noble wizards hanging from the vines that Shylock had summoned.

As participants in this feast, they probably didn't expect their ending to be like this

There were not many participants in this festival, about a dozen.

Now, there are seven or eight people still alive, who are either bound by vines or bound by Owen's spell.

But whether it is a corpse on the ground or a living person who is imprisoned, they are all attacked by the undead at this moment.

Those who would rush over and thrust their bone-like wands into the bodies of the dead, alive wizards.

Then chant a strange incantation.

The voice of the yin owl is like the wail of the soul of the vestibule of hell.

With their wailing spells, a stream of silver substance was soon extracted from the bodies of the living wizards.

The bone wand slowly turned into a puff of silver mist, merging into the staff that was above them.

And after receiving these silver mist, the staff will soon feed back something strange, like the tide of nothingness swinging, and the silver-gray 'light' that seems to be like a blood vessel envelops those bodies.

Together with the dead and the living.

Soon, those who are struggling, trembling, and twitching will subside.

Turning to a rigid body, like a puppet, twisting and standing up again.

They - or they, the wounds in their bodies pierced by the bone wand, will automatically grow bone marrow, and the unidentified human creature will take the longest one to use as their own weapon - which may be where the wand in the hands of the undead comes from.

More of the 'light' enveloped the corpse of High Priest Raviyu.

The 'light' turned into a cocoon.

Squirming, agitating.

It's like what's inside is being rearranged.

What happened inside seemed to be the scene of flesh twisting, converging, and reassembling in the void that Owen had glimpsed at in the lilac sea.

After a while, although it seems that a lot of things have happened, a long time has passed.

But it was all just a matter of seconds.

When the cocoon of the 'light' is broken.

Most of the other living wizards present were transformed by the undead.

But there are also quite lucky ones.

Miss Granger used all her strength to snatch three wizards from the undead, who were not fundamentally different from those in Owen's eyes.

These guys can't keep it even, and they all have blood vessel granulations and so on.

All handsome men and beautiful women, God knows if the skin belongs to them.

"Tsk - that's annoying." Owen cursed under his breath.

These undead are a real problem to deal with.

It's a type of puppet, so don't think about expecting the Killing Curse to be solved quickly.

What about the obstacle charm?

The effect is not very good.

Their bodies are like the skin of a giant dragon, and their magic resistance is exaggerated.

The petrification spell hit it like a stone on the water, leaving only a faint ripple, but it had no effect other than that.

The Divine Blade Shadowless Spell is very suitable, and it is very smooth to chop melons and vegetables.

But damn it, the undead's arms, after they were cut off, they picked them up, slammed them back, and hey—they pressed them again.

Even the head.

You say it's not annoying.

After more than ten seconds—Owen kind of understood.

These creatures are essentially a group of puppets, and they will not die unless the wizard who supplies the magic is completely killed.

"Damn it!" Owen cursed again.

I hate dealing with this kind of thing that can be killed.

I don't know when it began, how the world is full of undead creatures gnawing big melons.

Over the past few years, this trend has not ended, but has become more and more.

Uncle's.

Sooner or later, he'd have to invent a spell that's more efficient than the Killing Curse.

On the other side, the distortion in the 'light cocoon' finally stopped.

It's like cracking an egg.

High Priest Ravieu sat up abruptly, and all the silver material around him was instantly returned to the staff.

She herself sat still, gasping for breath as if she had just come back from under the water.

This time, she looked at the boy who was still pressing closer, and her eyes were full of fear.

Although the magic she mastered, although she supported her own regeneration, it required a large number of soul sacrifices to the gods in exchange for it.

I don't have many souls stored on my own.

For more than two hundred years, she has been careful not to commit mass killings.

All souls are taken from Muggle-born wizards in the countries where the Ministry of Magic is weakly managed.

Especially those war-torn countries.

It is precisely because of her caution that she is safe and sound today.

I really didn't expect that the only risky move in her life would be a setback.

Maybe it's because she's been living so smoothly for hundreds of years that she's a little carried away.

And when she looked at Owen.

Owen was also looking at her.

The techniques she has mastered.

It's not a secret in front of yourself.

In the great underground warehouse of 'Ionia', the magic is clearly recorded, called the Living Paradise.

It is a magic that is enough to be called heretical.

The wizard who invented it and the wizard who used it deserve hell.

In short, this magic is an improvement on Horcrux magic.

Now Owen can be sure that the ancient Greek sorcerer Helmo, the despicable Helmo, who invented the Horcruxes, is most likely the shell of an outer god.

The soul carried inside may be the outer god - Ionia.

This dark wizard who was born at least a thousand years ago BC is the inventor of many dark magic in the world today, and the Horcrux trap left behind, I don't know how many dark wizards have been harmed.

From the information he has obtained so far, as well as the information provided by Koyatel, it can be deduced that wizards who split their souls and die will eventually be trapped in the Misty Illusion, and 'Ionia' is the master of the Misty Illusion, which means that once you choose to make a Horcrux, you will be selling yourself to the Outer Gods.

It's just that the price needs to be paid after you die.

The gods have shortened the process by transforming this magic, and as long as the soul is split and sacrificed, they will walk directly with the gods. Then use the power of the gods to protect your soul in order to have the same effect of defeating death.

The difference is that the objects attached to Horcruxes can be destroyed, while the ethereal gods and other things ordinary wizards don't even know about, let alone how to find and destroy them.

It may be attached to the flesh or somewhere else.

Only the heirs can see the exact location, because the power of the so-called gods is also ancient magic, so the heirs, Owen, can see the traces.

It was precisely because of this that he was confident that he could defeat the old monster in front of him.

But now—

He could see the traces, but—the trails weren't signpostings, they were there—it was more like a kitchen filled with the aroma of food, and as for where the pot was, he had to find out for himself.

Just now, Owen was tempting to see if the power of the gods was in her flesh.

It turned out that he had guessed wrong.

But it doesn't matter - the other party has already blown himself up.

The staff—she was definitely attaching her soul wrapped in divine power to it.

With a goal.

Owen swung his staff at a sudden speed.

Although the undead are not dead, they are also subject to physical collisions, and they are knocked out one by one, even if they climb, and it will take some time for them to climb back.

And Lavieu, who witnessed this scene, immediately developed a great fear.

Maybe she had a way to beat Owen, but she didn't want to try that.

Immediately, she said, "What do you want?" What's in it for you to catch me? ”

She had just been killed.

But now he didn't mean to blame at all, but instead a stiff smile appeared on his face, "Can't we sit down and have a good talk?" ”

It can't be helped—for two hundred years, most of the souls she devours are children, and you can expect a group of children to have any combat skills and magical knowledge.

And she herself has never worked hard in combat magic. After all, with the two big killer weapons of eternal youth and immortality in hand, it is just a verbal confrontation with anyone.

Need to get hands-on?

Isn't that the act of a barbarian?

A high priest of honour like her would not have had a chance to talk to the barbarians at all.

Today - really her first battle in two hundred years.

"Okay!" Owen waved his wand and said, "Cut yourself!" ”

Priest Raviyu's face froze, and he smiled with an unnaturally embarrassed expression, "It's a joke." As long as I can get out safely, you can do whatever you want! ”

She put her posture quite low, even a little flattering.

No way - she's scared to death!

She was destined to live forever, she had only lived for more than two hundred years, and she didn't want to die, and she didn't want to take any risks for it!

"Anything?"

Owen said with a smirk.

"Of course - as long as I have it." Raviyu smiled reluctantly.

Taking advantage of the situation, she inadvertently lifted the hem of her skirt.

She was wearing a pure white silk dress inside, and considering the weather in Egypt today, there would naturally be no leggings or anything like that.

At this mention, she immediately leaked out her two delicate bare feet and white and tender calves.

The upper body, the surging dress stood tall, and the snow-white chest was unscrupulously exposed.

This scene really made a black line grow on Owen's forehead.

He glanced in Miss Granger's direction.

That look seems to say, look at people, how bold.

And Hermione—after responding to his cannibalistic look.

Then he took all his anger on the priestess who looked almost as big as her.

Just now—she was still trying to remind Owen to capture this man alive, not to kill her.

Now—she needs to think about whether she should open this mouth or not.

"Hehe, you're playing with such a flower!" Owen said with a smile.

"Well, keep pace with the times, modern people, I have more contact, and the requirements are all kind, and I am also prepared." She deliberately continued to tease the boy in front of her?

Speaking of which, Miss Granger over there wasn't that pretty, she looked like a fairy.

At least her current shell is more beautiful than hers.

In addition, she does not see the sun all year round, her skin is whiter, there is a kind of morbid beauty, and it can stimulate the desire of others to protect.

"Actually—I can't figure out what you're for?" Owen picks one of the undead away, then transforms to crack the ground, several of them fall, and then he swings his staff to heal the earth.

"Needless to say, immortality." He reminded.

"What about taking control of a country?" "I can replace a national Ministry of Magic's articulation figures, and let them all follow your orders and take control of a country, even, for a while—controlling the Federation is not a problem." ”

"I thought you could name some imaginative wishes. That's it? Owen looked disdainfully at Priest Raviu, who was already less than fifteen feet away from him, "Hasn't the Federation been controlled for a long time?" You're a little slow to get your message across. ”

"W-what?" Raviyu looked shocked, she couldn't understand the meaning of Owen's words, and she didn't understand who he was talking about.

Looking at the confusion of the person in front of him, Owen decided to give her a wake-up call.

Then he lowered his voice and pretended to speak in a deep voice: "The law (the law of secrecy), the law that makes us know the rats in the gutter to flee in all directions, the law that requires us to hide our true nature, and the law that requires its people to cower in fear.

For fear that we will reveal our identities.

I would like to ask you, ask yourself, who is this law to protect?

Is it us?

Or are they? ”

In front of the familiar words, the ears of the priest Raviyu rang, and a name immediately popped into her head.

"Grindelwald!"

"Grindelwald-controlled federation?!"

"Congratulations, you've learned to answer." Owen opened his arms and suddenly cast a force field magic, and after deflecting a large number of incoming spells, he swung his wand violently in the gap between the attacks, and then a ball of blue flames burst into flames.

"How about I'll give you some rewards?"

"Fire Escape - Protection!"

Fierce flames erupted, churning and drowning the surrounding undead.

And then the power continued unabated.

Rushing in the direction of the High Priest of Raviyu.

"All curses come to an end!!"

She raised the circle and shouted sharply.

Then the undead gathered around her, one by one, raised their wands.

The golden curtain was lifted in an instant.

The gilded light collided with the flames.

The curtain leaned back as quickly as elastic, but barely held on without shattering.

Then more undead joined in, and dozens of people immediately stopped, and began to suppress Owen's flames in turn.

"You! Is it true that you don't have any combat experience at all? ”

Owen scoffed.

Looking at the more and more undead gathering in front of him, his blue fire was suppressed only two feet in front of him, and he couldn't even transform the flames into the appearance of a dragon.

However, he did not take it to heart.

Instead, the ridicule became louder, "You don't know Hogwarts at first glance, and you don't know how the little wizards of Hogwarts fight." ”

In the next second, a thick magical comet suddenly shot out from the flat bottom.

With its unrivaled power, the comet pierced through the undead in front of him.

At the same time, this power also penetrated the body of the priest of Raviyu.

"At Hogwarts - fights, never alone."

"Origin: Destruction Meteor"

Owen quickly withdrew from the fire escape and instead condensed his magic to cast the Origin Magic.

Destroying the Meteor, he can control the driving of the meteor, so that he can avoid the opponent's curse.

In the next second, twelve meteors sprouted from the void, as if they had been squeezed out of space, and they pierced the void with a terrifying aura of destruction.

The meteor was extremely fast, heading towards Lavieu's hands, arms, legs, abdomen, and other non-lethal locations.

Since the opponent can't be killed, then the maximum damage to the body is done.

He still doesn't believe it, the magic of your repair is endless.

Faced with the spell unleashed by Owen, Ravieu's face was shocked.

He immediately raised his staff.

The rings that surrounded her floated abruptly in front of her, and then swelled in size—several rings nested on top of each other.

One ring after another.

Formed a round shield-like thing.

Then she yelled, "My god is here!" ”

A blinding light rose.

Then a golden disc that Owen was familiar with was squeezed out of the void.

A huge disk, a full ten feet wide.

It was like an impregnable wall to protect her.

Then the ruined Ryuxing collided with the golden disk.

It's obviously a creation of magic.

Illusory like sunset.

But when they collided, a bronze bell sounded.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

More than a dozen meteors collided in a row, like a symphony.

The flying meteorite smashed uncontrollably in all directions.

Injuries were left on the walls, ceilings and floors.

"Click!"

It was the wail of the ceiling.

The house was badly damaged and was about to collapse.

"Armor Protection!" Hermione quickly waved her wand, and then ran briskly towards Owen.

The Iron Charm lifted in an instant, a thin blue-white barrier against the sloping ceiling.

"Multiple freezes."

Since the front was not good, Owen planned to go underground, he raised the ball of his foot, and then stomped on the ground hard.

Countless ice crystals were like growing trees, and they frantically headed towards the disc-holding Lavieu.

The hard ice crystals are not inferior to the sharp sword.

It not only cut off the ground under the feet of the sacrifice, but also took advantage of the fact that the ground had already cracked, and the moment she stumbled, it wanted to cut open and chop her body.

"Why bother?" With the help of the surrounding undead, Raviyu Sacrifice barely resisted the ice crystals.

The ground that separates them is also patched up by the undead casting a Transfiguration Charm.

Until now, she still couldn't understand why these two little wizards were going against her.

Could it be that the other party is the so-called moral saint, who can't see evil?

But—that beautiful boy who didn't talk like a man, he cast a killing spell with more ease than a dark wizard, like drinking water and eating.

Kill people without blinking an eye.

It doesn't look like there is moral baggage at all.

Judging from his various performances, they should be in a group.

But why?

Why should he be his enemy.

"Nothing, why bother." Owen continues to control the remaining meteors, maintaining his power over the undead and Lavieu.

"You're mistaken." He said.

"Miss Granger is not the heir to ancient magic. She was able to have such a level of magic because of her own hard work—if you could only sleep five or six hours a day, and spend three hundred and sixty-five days a year studying magic and practicing spells—believe me, two hundred years, with the talent you have accumulated, will be enough for you to defeat Dumbledore. ”

"So what?" Ravieu struggled to hold on to the disc.

The statue at the top of the staff kept spitting out souls, and those souls were crushed and replenished into the ring, and for each soul she digested, her heart would drip blood.

She's now using all her possessions to play with Owen.

"I forgot to introduce myself." Owen laughed, "Fought for a long time."

Then he took a deep breath.

"Standing in front of you is the grandson of the first Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore's favorite student, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, the heir of Helga Hufflepuff, the heir of the Rozier family of France, the thorn in the side of Mr. Tom Riddle Voldemort, and the leading brother of the immortal Harry Potter.

The watchman of the world! Godslayer! Protectors of Hogwarts! The head landlord of Hogsmeade! 30 km west of London, Royal Berkshire, the master of the whole territory of 211 Windsor!

An unsuccessful savior, a very successful-stirring stick.

The current heir to ancient magic - Owen Wendy Rozier Sanchez. ”

(End of chapter)