It took some effort for Owen to remove the [Dead Root] hatchlings from Bella's neck.

Behind him, Hermione pulled a glass jar out of her waist pocket and filled the mass that looked like some kind of fungus.

"So this is?" Owen didn't dislike it either, and sat straight on the ground.

Raising her eyes and looking at her sweaty body, as if she had been salvaged from the river, Bella said.

"The means of control." The woman said weakly, and then immediately gasped for air.

"Hmph—it's really a monster that's more obedient than a human." Owen sneered.

He scoffed at Voldemort's methods.

An organization that relies solely on fear cannot survive for long.

People are subjective, and only if others feel that they have room for improvement and a future to follow you, they will be willing to work for you, otherwise, the organization is not far from disintegration.

And if you control others and threaten their lives, then they will rebel.

Unless your race is Zerg.

Obviously, he couldn't ask Voldemort to learn the Muggle organizational structure.

Playing with terrorism is already the upper limit of his intelligence.

Now, our Tom seniors have more ideas for building a 'hive' consciousness.

I have to say that on the road of monsters, Voldemort is really drifting away.

Suddenly, Owen remembered something, and said, "I met the [Pretenders] in Egypt, and they don't seem to be controlled by anything!" ”

Referring to the voodoo high priest Ravieu, she organized a huge sacrifice in order to take her own and Hermione's bodies and win over the other [Pretenders], if she had absolute control over the [Pretenders] she created, why bother?

It can be seen that she has no control over the [Pretender] she has created single-handedly.

"He transformed that magic." Bella was weak, pulled out a large jar of potions from her bosom, and swallowed it in a few bites, apparently, she was prepared.

The potion was down, and her state began to warm up, and the blue and white on her face suddenly decreased a lot.

"[Dead Root] is completely different from the method of creating [Pretenders] in the past." She explained, "Dead Root hides his magic. ”

"Got it, it's the same as the Dark Mark mark." Owen glanced at what looked like a leprechaun on Bella's left arm.

It was a gigantic skeleton, made up of countless turquoise star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue.

It's a powerful spell that's very cumbersome.

It's not an exaggeration to even call it a curse.

Voldemort had some influence on Death Eaters who possessed this symbol, he could feel the location of the Death Eater who touched the Dark Mark on his left arm, and he could also punish them by marking them, such as causing the Death Eater to feel burning pain.

Obviously, Voldemort's [Dead Root] should have a similar effect.

Even more terrifying.

Owen, who had figured it all out, suddenly looked at Bella playfully, "You are a defector!" ”

Her current behavior is equivalent to being given the Dark Mark by the Dark Lord, and she soon ran to Dumbledore's camp to ask the other party to clear the mark.

Maybe Voldemort won't find out right away, but sooner or later.

This is a blatant betrayal.

"Oh-no, you are getting more and more feminine now, not at all like the crazy man you used to be—well--you must have spent the last year with our dear sixteen-year-old Tom recuperating without shame. Where did this betrayal come from? ”

Owen paused, his gaze swept across Bella's face as sharp as a knife, and continued, "But it seems that you can't go back to the Death Eaters' camp right now. And most likely will be hunted down by them. ”

"You can hide it for a while." Bellatrix supported the fir behind him with one hand, and with the other hand holding his wand, he barely stood up and stood up.

"For a while?" Owen raised an eyebrow and stood up from the ground. There was a bit of banter and disdain in his eyes.

The woman's current behavior is undoubtedly sword dancing.

She had no idea how terrible ancient magic was, and she didn't know what kind of means Voldemort had, who had already mastered some part of this power.

But—the corners of Owen's mouth curled up with a hint of mockery.

Whatever, what does it have to do with her death?

"Okay." Owen rubbed his neck and said, "I don't think you're here just for yourself. ”

"What other purpose?"

Hearing this, Bellatrix's face changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Of course I have my purpose." She said in a slow and somewhat frenzied tone, "The Dark Lord is not wise enough you can imagine. ”

"He just needs time, he needs silence."

"Oh?" Owen raised an eyebrow and chuckled noncommittally. For the sixteen-year-old — ah no—if he had been resurrected last year, he would have been seventeen this year.

Tom's plan, Owen didn't have the slightest desire to know.

The reason is simple, in the face of absolute strength, all intrigues and tricks are useless.

He didn't think that a crippled soul whose memory was only sixteen years old of Voldemort could stir up any storms.

Not to mention fighting Dumbledore. I'm afraid it's still a question of whether he can beat Bella now, better than Hermione.

Miss Granger can be said to stand on the shoulders of giants, and judging from her current growth trajectory, it is only a matter of time before she surpasses legendary wizards such as Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Maybe she'll be able to reach the heights of a legendary wizard in her twenties.

Harry, they weren't to be underestimated.

So he really couldn't think of any way for the young Tom senior to gain more power and experience than the legendary wizard in a few years.

"I want you to help deal with the Dead Root in some of the Death Eaters' wizards who are loyal to the Dark Lord."

"Yes!" Owen said bluntly.

Bellatrix was taken by surprise, and she had expected that the other party would definitely make some harsh demands.

I'm ready to pay the price.

I didn't expect him to agree so quickly.

"But—"

Bellatrix's face changed, and he secretly screamed.

"Two requests." Owen said, "Number one, Voldemort had a family heirloom called the Gaunt Ring, found it, and brought it to me. ”

"Second, Voldemort is bound to make moves recently, and I need to know his next move."

Bellatrix looked at the boy and just said calmly, "Yes." ”

Hearing this, Owen took out a small glass bottle from his waist pocket, squeezed a few drops of blood from his index finger, put it in, and handed it to Bellatrix.

"You know how to use it."

"Hmm!"

After the deal was completed, Owen turned around and took Hermione and them to open the Forbidden Forest.

Along the way, he remained silent.

But Harry and Ron were like fryers, chattering all the time asking why Bellatrix was trading with Owen, was she one of us?

Hermione patiently explained.

Blamed everything on Dumbledore's head.

Of course. In the young witch's mind, this was indeed Dumbledore's plan.

Owen is just the executor.

Unbeknownst to her, the plan was led by Owen and proposed to Dumbledore.

Harry and Ron, who learned the 'truth', were unsurprisingly surprised.

The two stared at Owen in disbelief.

In the bottom of my heart, Dumbledore's 'wisdom and wisdom' was strengthened countless times in an instant.

Oh my god - it's unheard of to develop your opponent's most trusted henchmen into your own.

In addition to admiration, there was also more fear in their hearts.

After all, it's horrific that something like this happens.

It was a serious blow to the glorious image of the old Deng Tou.

Five minutes later, they were back on the covered bridge.

Owen didn't plan to go back to the common room immediately, he had to go to Dumbledore and report what he had just seen.

Hermione chose to go with him.

Harry and Ron returned to the common room.

Ten minutes later, he and Hermione walked out of the principal's office.

There was nothing to say in the first place.

Bellatrix didn't send any information this time, and they couldn't speculate on anything.

Before leaving, Old Deng took the seedling of [Dead Root] from Hermione's hand.

After leaving the principal's office, the two separated.

They had to digest what happened today.

In a flash, the night passed.

Last night, Hufflepuff had another night of fuss.

The reason was that several Muggle-born young wizards quarreled with pure-blood wizards led by Ernie.

Hufflepuff is the most approachable house in Hogwarts, and there are also the most Muggle-born young wizards.

On the contrary, pure-blood wizards like Ernie are rare.

Obviously, in this oral gymnastics, Ernie, who suffered a loss in numbers, was defeated.

He was so angry that he fought.

In the end, it was Hannah who took matters into his own hands to calm the situation.

But she only comforted everyone.

Contradictions remain.

And in this struggle, Owen has always chosen to watch from the sidelines, because he knows very well that words can't change anything, and all he can do now is wait!

He is confident that soon a new storm will blow.

Morning – in the auditorium.

Today is the weekend and too. The day of the rally.

The time was set for ten o'clock in the morning.

It lasts until four o'clock in the afternoon.

There will be an hour of meal time in between.

At eight o'clock, Owen was already sitting in a chair at the long Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall.

Koyatl sat beside him.

There was something strange about the atmosphere in the lounge.

In the past half a month, earth-shaking changes have taken place.

As a non-Hogwarts student, it was difficult for her to play any role in it.

This made the girl a little bored, and everyone's atmosphere didn't want to be as harmonious as last semester.

She didn't want to stay in the break room. So he went to the auditorium with Owen.

In fact, the atmosphere in all four Hogwarts houses has changed, simply because they have the most wizards of Hufflepuff Muggle origin.

Now, on the contrary, it seems that Slytherin is the most stable.

Although they were also divided into two camps because of their support for Voldemort and being a wallwatcher.

This does not bode well.

Owen knew very well in his heart that the wizarding world was going to split.

If all the little wizards have become like this, what about the adult wizards?

At the end of the day, the wizarding world now has a majority of half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards, and pure-bloods are only a small minority. And they didn't go much to pureblood, for hundreds of years, pure-blood families were always mixed with some Muggle blood. No one can change that.

For example: Hannah.

Born from a pure-blood wizard, the Abbot family, her parents are both wizards.

But strictly speaking, she is indeed mixed-race.

Because my grandparents had married wizards of Muggle descent - my father was a wizard, and my mother was a wizard but was of Muggle origin like Hermione.

To pure-blooded diehards like the Gaunts, Hannah is half-blood. Even if her ancestors were all wizards.

"Hey-Owen, I heard Ernie got into a fight with a couple of fourth-year wizards in the common room?"

At that moment, Harry suddenly walked over.

He was with Ron Ginny.

It's rare that these two people will wake up so early on the weekend.

"Bad things spread thousands of miles!" Owen shrugged, "It's just a little fight." ”

"Or the truth!" Harry sat up to him, "Gryffindor, the atmosphere isn't good these days. Colin and his brother clashed with Cowmike, but with Hermione in the spot, they didn't dare fight in the break room. ”

Hermione walked over.

She was holding a lot of textbooks in her hands, and at a glance she knew that they had come from the library.

Harry immediately moved out of the way, and Hermione was not pretentious, and sat directly in Harry's place.

"Schools should be more managed." The little witch said, looking at Ron, who was sitting next to Koyatl, with a grunge of displeasure in her eyes.

"You're a Gryffindor prefect, why don't you care about anything?"

"What do I do?" Ron picked up a piece of meatloaf on the table, "I'm not pleasing either side right now, Colin thinks I'm a pureblood, and Comike thinks I'm a traitor." If Harry hadn't stopped me, I could have beaten them both! ”

Hermione pursed her lips, she knew well in her heart the embarrassing position of the Weasleys in this dispute.

At this moment, many owls suddenly flew over the auditorium.

The little wizards bought something and sent it.

Hermione ordered various newspapers, and Harry bought some Weasley joke products and delivered them.

"What's the news?" Ron asked in a relaxed tone as he took a bite out of the minced meat, asking the question every time Hermione opened the newspaper.

"Where did the Death Eaters attack again?" Harry leaned his head over.

Then, he saw news headlines that he would never have imagined in his life, even in his dreams.

Death of a Wizard: Muggle-Provoked Wars

"Oh my God!" Harry let out a cry of surprise.

The wide-eyed boss read the details below.

HERMAN Clayton, a well-known apothecary in the wizarding world, He was killed by Muggles in London on 19 October on suspicion of a dangerous attack.

Muggle police declared Herman Clayton a terrorist, saying the act was in full accordance with the law.

"Herman Clayton?" Harry had never heard the name. But- Muggles killed wizards

"A member of the Raven." Hermione frowned and spoke, "An organization of dark wizards born in the Nordic region, who has now taken refuge in Voldemort. ”

"It's not. That's not the point. Harry said anxiously, "Maybe this Herman Clayton deserves it, but—"

"But what?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"Wizard!" Harry exclaimed, "That's a wizard. ”

Ginny and Ron were both attracted by Harry's reaction, and they turned their eyes sideways.

All eyes fell on the newspaper in Hermione's hand.

"Muggles killed a wizard?" Ginny's face was a little more confused.

"How can they?"

Hermione was still reading the newspaper, but when she heard Ginny say this, she was immediately upset, "Why not?" ”

"He's a dark wizard, I don't know how many people he killed, so it's reasonable for the police to arrest or kill him."

"But," Ginny looked like she had been pinched by the neck, and her face turned red.

"Nothing. He deserves it! ”

Although Hermione said so.

But neither Ginny nor Ron, or the other young wizards in the auditorium who suddenly shouted and screamed, proved that they were completely different in their acceptance of the news.

In the history of wizards, although there were disputes between wizards and Muggles, most of them were just wizards teasing Muggles.

The history of the Middle Ages was too complicated and confusing, and the history of wizarding and Muggles was too different to nest together perfectly.

What's missing of it – wrong, no one knows.

Like the almost headless Nick, a tragic political victim, the last era of the magical dynasty that began after his death, history is unrecorded.

Regardless of the past, there has never been an incident of a Muggle killing a wizard in hundreds of years since the International Wizarding Secrecy Act was enacted.

It is inevitable that some little wizards will be driven crazy, and another will be born, but those are all in the eyes of the mainstream media.

Now, the Daily Prophet is hyping up the matter with such a big deal as a sign of deliberately sowing and exacerbating the relationship between wizards and Muggles.

The atmosphere in the auditorium became unusually heavy, and everyone's faces were filled with shock and unease. Ginny and Ron's faces were slightly pale, and Hermione, though trying to appear strong, also had a hint of worry in her eyes.

"It's really big news." Ron stammered.

"Yes, and it can raise a whole range of problems." Hermione took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, "The relationship between wizards and Muggles has always been delicate, and now this matter will undoubtedly increase tensions between the two sides. ”

"But. But aren't wizards more powerful than Muggles? Besides, it's still a dark wizard, how did they do it?" Ginny asked hesitantly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

"The power of Muggles is not the Middle Ages hundreds of years ago, okay, you haven't seen their weapons." Hermione said solemnly.

At that moment, with a "poof", Kreacher appeared next to Owen again.

It placed a letter on the table, and with a 'poof', it disappeared again, almost in a matter of seconds.

"She's got news?" Hermione whispered.

"It seems so." Owen answered, then picked up the letter on the table, quickly opened it, and looked at it.

"This"

The content of the letter is very short, just one sentence.

- He was ready to attack the Muggle heads of state.

(End of chapter)