"The Dark Lord doesn't trust it either, it's just that he's still useful!" Fake Umbridge said bluntly.

Voldemort clearly understood that the Malfoys were two-faced.

But - they are useful.

And it's very useful.

Not only the huge wealth, but also the information and data of Lucius, his insurance business is now in the whole of Europe.

Since the Battle of the Poseidon.

Especially the Aurors of various countries, everyone is willing to spend some gold Galleons to give themselves a wizard accident insurance.

The world is becoming more and more chaotic, and they may lose their lives one day.

At least then - his family will be able to get a huge amount of compensation.

This meant that the Aurors of all of Europe were almost entirely open to the Malfoy family's wizarding insurance company.

Voldemort could easily find the weakness against his Aurors, their families, their basic information.

Lucius Malfoy was also well aware of his worth. But he had a way out.

The two sides are now locked in this ghostly game.

"It works! That's the greatest trust. Owen smiled faintly, "As long as it's useful, what if it's an enemy?" He also had to maintain his cooperation with you.

So the key is to make yourself useful all the time. ”

"Are you warning me?" Fake Umbridge said coldly.

"No, no, no." Owen waved his hand.

"Don't be so worldly—I think the emotional hub is stronger than profit." As he spoke, he pulled something out of his pocket, a roll of parchment.

"It's got what you need, it's perfect, and if you move quickly, in a few days, you'll be able to achieve your goals.

I know you don't trust me, and you may have your own means of resurrection, but what I'm going to pass through you is that all the means you have at your disposal are fatally flawed.

Only my way can prevent him from repeating the mistakes of the past.

You don't want to be resurrected and he starts losing his hair within a few days! ”

"What do you want?"

"I have to put a small time limit on this 'collaboration.'"

"Time limit?" She looked at Owen quizzically.

"Two years—two years, your whereabouts, your purpose, all that you know, must be told to me. I can't create an enemy for myself, can I? ”

"Hmph—don't you think your offer is too harsh? You want to leash us? Fake Umbridge said in a cold tone, even colder than the cold around him.

"Hey—that's what you said, but—it's not rough, you can think so." Owen stared directly at her, and then walked slowly around the fake Umbridge, his voice relaxed, but there was a hint of unmistakable domineering in his demeanor. "You don't really have a choice, the plan has come to this point, and you need to move on anyway.

The second - although you may not admit it, you have actually betrayed the current Voldemort.

Thirdly - I gave him a lot of things. Do you think it's easy to make a broken soul normal? ”

He continued to circle around the woman.

The expression is frivolous and casual, and there is a sense of knowing that everything is under control.

"Fourth—I'm going to kill the outer gods—and while it's not helping you, you're getting the benefits, especially to the one in the diary."

Owen's words silenced the woman.

She had to admit that the people in front of her were right.

Continuing what big hole he dug for himself, but he is now weak and has no possibility of resisting and fighting.

And—unbeknownst to Owen, someone had noticed her.

Although their own camouflage is seamless.

The bitter cold wind continued to blow.

When the wind passes through the platform, it makes a 'whirring' sound.

It's like some kind of calling.

A call from the deepest, most primitive desires of the heart.

Owen looked at the woman in front of him.

Her cheeks gradually loosened.

His eyes weren't as cold as they were just now.

He knew that she had eventually lost to her own desires.

It is an obsession distorted by the desire for a better future.

Maybe she'll succeed - and even Owen hopes that her wish will come true, because then she will have one less enemy.

"Why two years?"

It took about two or three minutes.

The woman spoke again.

Owen chuckled, then explained rather conceitedly, "In two years, the god who supports the magical existence of the Horcrux will die.

After that, no one will be able to use this magic, and after losing this magic, our Tom-senpai, no matter how powerful, is just an ordinary wizard, and Miss Granger will be able to easily handle him at that time. ”

"Granger?" Fake Umbridge's gaze crossed over to Owen and landed on Hermione.

If it had been in the past, she would have opened her mouth to say, just a mudblood.

But now—she had to admit, that girl had grown to a terrible point.

Maybe she didn't even notice it. Even the Dark Lord didn't have such strength when he was a student.

Perhaps the difference between her and the Dark Lord is only combat experience and a cruel heart.

Owen didn't explain, he knew she could understand Miss Granger's energy.

So he continued, "From a political point of view, the wizarding world needs a long-standing 'enemy'. With external forces, this intricate magical world can have the possibility of reform, otherwise it should be revolutionized. ”

"How do I know if you're going to go back on your word?" Fake Umbridge withdrew his gaze and stared at Owen deadly.

And in the face of her questioning, Owen directly stretched out his hand.

The other party seemed to understand what he meant.

A hand was also reached.

The two held each other tightly.

Then, Owen's wand slowly spat out a thin, dazzling tongue of fire, like a red, hot wire, wrapped around their two hands.

"You can't hurt me or the newborn Tom for two years."

Under the influence of strange magic, the person in front of him revealed a part of his true face.

Bellatrix Lestrange said, staring at Owen.

"Yes."

"Within two years, you're going to do everything you can to help me and my newborn Tom." She added.

"Yes!"

"In two years, we will never harm you and your friends, and we will not make any plans that could harm you. and provide information on the current Dark Lord and our location. ”

"Agreed."

"So—the oath is fulfilled."

Then, the hot wire fell into Owen's and Bella's arms.

The dust has settled.

Approaching—both sides immediately let go with some disgust.

Bella took the parchment that Owen had prepared and looked at him in silence.

After a long time, he spoke, "I sometimes wonder what you're doing this for—you're more evil than any dark wizard I've ever met, because you're more unscrupulous than they are. ”

"It's called uniting all who can be united, not your stupid enemies of the world." Owen said contemptuously.

"How do terrorists like you know how to really reshape the world? What I want to see is a better tomorrow. ”

"Perhaps!" Bella, who had reverted back to Umbridge, said noncommittally, "Finally, there's one thing you need to be careful not to kill this idiot. She said, gesturing at the body.

"Maybe it will."

"Then I'm afraid I can't help it." Owen said.

"Whatever." Bella's voice was a little more impatient, "So—goodbye!" ”

"Goodbye!" Owen waved his hand.

Then, the Dark Lord's faithful servant quietly hid at the top of the stairs.

As she came silently.

Eventually, the silence was gone.

"You let that female demon betray the Dark Lord?"

Wait until Bella's figure disappears completely.

Hermione couldn't wait to speak.

In fact, she wanted to ask why Owen would make a deal with such a person, but she was more curious than this, that he could make Voldemort's most loyal servant betray him.

"Who told you that Bella betrayed Tom Senpai?"

"What about her?"

"People just want to change Tom Senior - did she betray?" Owen said with a smirk.

"Another one?" Hermione's eyes widened, what does that mean?

"You know Horcruxes, right?"

"Hmm!" Hermione nodded.

"Since the other Toms are all Toms, why can't they allow people to choose a loyal one? Pick a young and handsome one that can be used as a husband? ”

"Huh?" The little witch has a dull gaze, can it still be like this?

Wait – what does it mean to be a husband?

It won't.

Voldemort was old enough to be Bella's father, they weren't of the same era at all.

It's - well!

Hermione swallowed, and sure enough, the dark wizards were more perverted.

"What a fuss.

She's just gone from a madman to a sick woman. Owen grabbed Hermione's hand, and the two walked up the stairs, preparing to leave the place as well.

As he walked, he explained, "Now Senior Tom, I mean the one who has come back to life.

His soul was like Justin's iron pot at noon, and apart from his own soul, the souls of animals, gods, and other people that the priest had mixed in to repair his soul were all mixed together.

In the eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange, who was already sick, it was unclean, and it defiled the great Dark Lord.

How could she allow this chaotic furnace soul to be her master?

So—"

"So?"

"She's going to create a Dark Lord who is real, pure, complete, and preferably her. This last point is important. ”

"So— I gave her sixteen-year-old Tom."

"Maybe they'll have a daughter named Delphi in the future."

“.”

Hermione's head was in a muddy state by this time, and the rusty parts were creaking and stopping, and it was time for her to think about and understand the great secret that Owen had just said.

"In exchange for a traitor who is now next to Voldemort, it can also divide the Death Eaters and provide us with information.

As for the danger - like I said, there may be some in two years, but after that, when the outer gods are solved, the Blurry Illusion will completely collapse, the Horcrux magic will be invalid, and Voldemort's soul will change from a primary and secondary relationship to an independent individual, as long as it is killed in turn.

But that's Harry's business, he's the Redeemer, and I've done everything. ”

Owen went on and on.

What he didn't say was that Harry had to kill the part of Voldemort's soul in his body before the Outer Gods were finished, otherwise - he didn't know what might happen - but it certainly wasn't a good thing.

"Well—Voldemort's Horcruxes we've almost destroyed. With his current soul, there is no way to divide the soul again, unless he wants to become a complete madman.

As for the resurrected sixteen-year-old Tom? That's up to you. ”

Owen patted Hermione on the shoulder and said.

"Give it to me?"

"Of course? He's sixteen, you're sixteen, he doesn't know more magic than you do, and Riddle was just a school conspiracy at sixteen. You're sixteen years old and you're already at war with the Outer Gods.

So—whatever you may say—the advantage is yours! ”

Owen looked at Hermione seriously, "Don't say you don't have the confidence to beat a school bully?" ”

"Uh-huh, okay."

The little witch thought about it carefully, and it seemed right to say this - sixteen-year-old Voldemort was just that, no matter how good he was, what could he do?

The competitions and wars he has participated in in the past two years are by no means imaginable to him, so why would he lose? She does seem to have a big advantage!

"Then leave it to me!" Hermione, who was full of information, said categorically.

"Okay, so we'll have a clear division of labor." Owen said happily, "Harry is in charge of Voldemort, you are in charge of Senior Tom, and I'm going to deal with that little god." ”

They walked across the suspension bridge and at the mouth of the spiral staircase, respectively.

When parting, he quickly kissed the girl's cheek with lightning speed.

Then in Hermione's crimson cheeks and loving eyes, the two parted.

A dreamless night.

——————

In December, Hogwarts has entered the snow season for a month.

A violent snowstorm swept in.

Whenever this time comes, Owen is willing to stay in the greenhouse.

The Hogwarts greenhouse, the spiritual home of every Ming child, has the feel of a vegetable greenhouse.

And you can also grow vegetables, and of course, you can also grow some herbs with your hands.

Hufflepuff does not have Defence Against the Dark Arts classes on Thursdays and Fridays.

So Owen didn't run into Umbridge again.

As Christmas approaches, everyone's disgust with Umbridge seems to be a little more tolerant - it's going to be a holiday soon, bear with it!

That's what a lot of people think.

Hermione was busy again.

She has been preparing her own secret organization. Owen reckoned she'd probably be able to get the fake Galleons around Christmas.

However, Owen felt that some of her plans were not out of place.

Why do it in secret?

If you want to stop it, you should be just bright!

On Sunday, Owen, who was sheltering from the cold in a greenhouse, received a letter from an elf.

The letter was delivered to the auditorium, but the owl didn't notice Owen, and the cleaning elf saw the scene and passed it on his behalf.

"Damn—"

Owen tore open the letter in two clicks.

This was sent from Paris, France.

From Rozier's Hospital for the Disabled and Magical.

Family members of the complex management hospital reported that Eight had arrived at the hospital with a group of patients infected with the Omen Curse from North America.

This is a very unusual signal.

[Battle of the Poseidon] of the North American Aurors, the treatment of the Aurors, the death of the end of the months ago.

The United States is so far away from the Mediterranean, and it is impossible for the [Children of Bad Omen] to escape to the United States.

Then there is only one truth - that is, there are [Pretenders] in North America, and it is these people who spread the [bad omen].

"Damn, this priest has a wide range of business!" Owen gritted his teeth.

After the war with the outer gods, Ionia.

And then there's the sacrificial ritual of the golden disc in Ionia.

All show that the outer gods pluck their soul power from these people who have been infected with [evil omen].

If the [Evil Omen] really spreads, the consequences will be unimaginable, and everyone will be doomed!

Owen then left the greenhouse.

Striding to the library, hoping to find a way to identify the Pretender from the crowd from the files Dumbledore had brought back.

And that took him a couple of hours.

He did not leave the library until eight o'clock in the evening, when Mrs. Pince was about to close.

In the evening - he continued to rummage through his collection.

He also took a lot of books from the large underground warehouse.

Owen didn't know when he fell asleep.

In short, when his chaotic consciousness gradually became clear, it was already the morning of the next day.

A new week.

On Monday morning, it's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

Tomorrow afternoon it's Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

Owen and Hannah arrived in the classroom early.

Justin is still sleeping.

The classrooms were noisy and noisy, and it was a normal house conflict.

There are several members of Umbridge's patrol team who want to deduct points from Hufflepuff because they found out that their house score had suddenly gone to zero the other day.

But thanks to Owen here, they didn't dare to open their mouths, so they could only jokingly mock some Hufflepuff wizards. Seduce them to make mistakes deliberately.

Boring tricks.

Owen retracted his gaze, and after a while, Justin finally arrived at the classroom with a sigh of relief.

He has been addicted to playing chess for the past two days, and has been staying up with Ernie for several nights.

And just as Hannah tries to reprimand Ernie, Umbridge walks into the classroom, wearing her black velvet bow and full of ambition.

"Good morning, students!"

"Good morning, Professor!" Everyone said in a procrastinating tone.

"Put away your wand, please"

The little wizards who had been PUA for a few months had no wand out at all.

"Please turn to page thirty-four of The Theory of Magical Defence and read Chapter 3, 'Reasons for Non-Offensive Responses to Magical Attacks,' and read the book - please don't speak."

In the next second, the classroom resounded with the sound of flipping books.

Owen also flipped through the one in front of him.

He really hadn't opened this book yet.

Skipping the title page, I glanced at the table of contents.

————

Chapter 1: Getting Started Basics

Chapter 2: Ordinary Defense Theory and Its Origins

Chapter 3: Justification for Non-Offensive Responses to Magical Attacks

Chapter 15: The Wrong Anti-Evil Curse

Chapter 34: Non-Retaliatory Means and Negotiations

"Damn—this kind of thing can be published!"

Owen casually flipped through a few pages and understood what kind of book it was.

The book doesn't teach a single Defence Against the Dark Arts spell, and it explains all the theory, and it's an abstract theory, not a theory of concrete magic.

Classifying this book as a history book is a bit of a misnomer. It should be in the trash, not here!

"No wonder modern magic keeps going downhill, because of this kind of garbage book!"

Then he got up directly.

Throwing the textbook in front of him to Hannah.

This thing doesn't even qualify for his pocket.

Think about what books he has in his pocket?

He has enough magical technology to cause a sea change in the wizarding world.

"Mr. Rozier, what are you going to do?" Umbridge stood at the desk, with a fake smile on his face, and looked at Owen.

"I'm not feeling well." Owen said with a normal face, "Dizzy and nauseous." ”

"Oh—really?" Umbridge expressed her skepticism, but she had no intention of keeping Irving, and in fact, despite the setbacks of the previous three months, she was generally not a failure, but a success.

Without Owen's involvement, I believe this success would have lasted for a long time.

So she'd love to see Owen get out of here.

On the other side, Owen had already pushed open the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and left without looking back in the surprised eyes of the young wizards.

In the hallway, Owen walked quickly, and instead of returning to his dormitory, he left the tower and walked across the drawbridge to another building.

Fourth floor, Professor Alchemy's office.

Owen knocked on the door outside, and after hearing the approving response from inside, he walked straight inside.

"How's the research, it's been three months."

Victor's office was similar to the alchemy classroom, full of jars and jars containing all sorts of horrible animal limbs.

It's an office, it's more like a metal workshop.

After a day of searching to no avail, Owen plans to come to Victor to try his luck.

I found a random place to sit down.

In front of him, on a table filled with parchment scrolls and various magical manipulators, Victor carefully observed the glass in front of him with his characteristic microscopes—the cells on the glass piece, I should say.

His questions were like a stone in the sea, and he didn't get a response from Victor for a long time.

After more than ten minutes, Victor slowly stood up and took off his glasses, "It's not an overnight thing. ”

His voice sounded very hoarse, his hair was messy, unkempt, his eyes were red and swollen, and his mouth was dry, and he knew at a glance that he had stayed up late for several days.

"The deformed cells are like those in a wizard's body—cancer cells." He thought for a moment and explained, "It's a rule that has been programmed for a long time, and it's not so easy to reverse. ”

"What about the [Pretender], have you come up with the results? Just tell it from the crowd. Owen then asked.

"No, the disguised person has not only invaded the body, but also the soul, and it is impossible to tell from the appearance alone, so maybe you can try the Patronus Charm-"

"Patronus Charm?" Owen raised an eyebrow.

"The Patronus is a power derived from the soul, and if a person's soul changes, then his Patronus will also change accordingly, or it will not be summoned at all."

(End of chapter)