I, Hogwarts Second Week

It took some effort for Owen to pull out the [Dead Root] larvae from Bella's neck.

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

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

He looked up at Bella who was covered in sweat, as if she had been fished out of the river.

"A means of control." The woman said weakly, and then immediately began to breathe heavily.

"Hmph - compared to people, monsters are indeed more obedient." Owen sneered.

He sneered at Voldemort's methods.

An organization that relies solely on fear will not survive long.

People have subjective initiative. Only if others feel that there is room for advancement and future by following you, will they be willing to work for you. Otherwise, the organization will not be far away from disintegration.

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

Unless your race is Zerg.

Obviously, he could not ask Voldemort to learn the Muggle organizational structure.

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

Now, our senior Tom has more ideas about establishing a ‘hive’ consciousness.

It has to be said that Voldemort is really drifting away on this road of monsters.

Suddenly Owen remembered something and said: "I met [pretenders] in Egypt. They seem to be not controlled by anything!"

Referring to the Voodoo High Priest Raviu, in order to seize the bodies of herself and Hermione, she recruited other [pretenders] and organized a huge sacrifice event. If she had absolute control over the [pretenders] she created, control, why bother?

This shows that she has no control over the [Pretender] she created.

"He transformed that magic." Bella weakly took out a large jar of magic potion from her arms, and then swallowed it in several gulps. Obviously, she was prepared.

After taking the potion, her condition began to recover, and the blue-white color on her face suddenly became much less intense.

"The [Dead Root] is completely different from the past methods of making [Pretenders]." She explained, "His magic power is hidden in the [Dead Root]."

"I understand, it's just like the Dark Mark." Owen glanced at Bella's left arm, which looked like a leprechaun.

It was an extremely huge skeleton, made up of countless turquoise star-like things, with a large python emerging from the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

This is an extremely cumbersome and powerful spell.

It wouldn't even be an exaggeration to call it a curse.

Voldemort has a certain influence on the Death Eaters who have this mark. He can feel the location of the Death Eater who touches the Dark Mark on his left arm, and he can also punish him through the mark, such as making the Death Eater feel like Burning pain.

Obviously the [Death Root] cultivated by Voldemort should have a similar effect.

Even scarier.

After thinking about everything, Owen suddenly looked at Bella jokingly, "You are defecting!"

Her current behavior was equivalent to being given the Dark Mark by the Dark Lord and then running to Dumbledore's camp shortly after to ask him to remove the mark.

Maybe Voldemort won't find out right away, but it will be discovered sooner or later.

This is outright betrayal.

"Oh - no, look, you are becoming more and more feminine now. You are not like the madman before - well - you must have lived a shameless life with our dear sixteen-year-old senior Tom in the past year. Days to recharge your batteries. Where did this betrayal come from?”

Owen paused, then glanced at Bella's face as sharply as a knife, and continued: "But it seems that you can't return to the Death Eaters' camp now. And you will probably be hunted by them. "

"We can hide it for a while." Bellatrix supported the fir tree behind her with one hand, and held the wand in the other hand. She reluctantly pushed herself up and stood up.

"A period of time?" Owen raised his eyebrows and stood up from the ground. There was a bit of teasing and disdain in his eyes.

This woman's current behavior is undoubtedly a dance of swords.

She had no idea how terrifying ancient magic was, let alone what kind of methods Voldemort, who had mastered some of this power, had.

However - the corners of Owen's mouth curved into a mocking arc.

Never mind her, what does her death have to do with him.

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

"What other purpose is there?"

Hearing the sound, Bellatrix's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Of course I have my purpose." She said in a slow and fanatical tone, "The Dark Lord's wisdom is beyond your imagination."

"He just needs time and silence."

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

Owen had no desire to know Tom's plan.

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

He didn't think that a mutilated soul whose memory only existed when Voldemort was sixteen could stir up any trouble.

Not to mention the confrontation with Dumbledore. I'm afraid whether he can beat Bella or Hermione now is still a question.

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

Maybe she can reach the heights of a legendary wizard in her twenties.

Harry and the others should not be underestimated.

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

"I hope you can help resolve the [Death Root] in some of the Death Eaters' wizards who are loyal to the Dark Lord."

"Okay!" Owen said bluntly.

The decisiveness surprised Bellatrix. She originally thought that the other party would make some harsh demands.

I was prepared to pay a heavy price.

Unexpectedly, he would agree so quickly.

"but--"

Bellatrix's expression changed, and she secretly screamed.

"Two requirements." Owen said, "First, Voldemort has a family heirloom called Gaunt's Ring. Find it and bring it to me."

"Second, Voldemort will definitely take action recently, and I need to know his next plan."

Bellatrix looked at the boy and said calmly, "Okay."

Upon hearing the sound, 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."

"Um!"

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

Along the way, he remained silent.

On the other hand, Harry and Ron were like frying pans. They kept asking why Bellatrix made a deal with Owen. Is she one of ours?

Hermione explained patiently.

Putting everything on Dumbledore's head.

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

Irving is just the enforcer.

What she didn't know was that this plan was led by Owen and proposed to Dumbledore.

Harry and Ron were astonished when they learned the 'truth'.

The two of them stared at Owen in disbelief with their eyes wide open.

The feeling in my heart for Dumbledore's 'wisdom' was instantly strengthened countless times.

Oh my god - this method of developing the opponent's most trusted subordinate into one of his own is simply unheard of.

In addition to admiration, they also had fear in their hearts.

After all, it is too appalling for such a thing to happen.

It was a serious blow to Lao Dengtou's glorious image.

Five minutes later, they returned to the covered bridge.

Owen had no plans to go back to the lounge immediately. He had to go find Dumbledore and report what he had just seen.

Hermione chose to go with him.

Harry and Ron returned to the lounge.

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

There was nothing much to say.

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

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

The two separated after leaving the principal's office.

They have to digest what happened today.

In a blink of an eye, the night passed.

Last night, Hufflepuff had another noisy night.

The reason was that several young wizards of Muggle origin had a quarrel with the pure-blood wizards headed by Ernie.

Hufflepuff is the most approachable house in Hogwarts and has the most Muggle-born wizards.

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

Obviously, in this oral gymnastics, Ernie, who suffered a numerical disadvantage, was defeated.

He became angry and got into a fight.

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

But she only comforted everyone.

The contradiction still exists.

In this struggle, Owen chose to sit on the sidelines from beginning to end, because he knew very well that words could not change anything. All he could do now was wait!

He believed that a new storm would soon blow.

Morning - in the auditorium.

Today is the weekend, and it is also the day of the D.A. rally.

The time is set at ten o'clock in the morning.

It lasts until 4 p.m.

There will be an hour for eating in the middle.

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

Koatl sat next to him.

The atmosphere in the lounge was a bit strange.

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

As a non-Hogwarts student, it would be difficult for her to play a role.

This made the girl a little upset. Everyone's atmosphere was no longer as harmonious as it was last semester.

She didn't want to be in the lounge. So I came to the auditorium with Owen.

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

Now it seems that Slytherin is the most stable.

Although they also split into two camps because of supporting Voldemort and sitting on the sidelines.

This is not a good sign.

Owen knew very well in his heart that the wizarding world was about to be divided.

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

After all, half-blood and Muggle-blood wizards currently account for the absolute majority in the wizarding world, and pure-bloods are only a small minority. And they don't have pure blood anywhere. For hundreds of years, pure blood families will always have some Muggle blood mixed in here and there. No one can change this.

For example: Hannah.

Born into the Abbot family of pure-blood wizards, her parents are both wizards.

But strictly speaking, she is indeed a mixed race.

Because her grandparents had married wizards with Muggle blood - her father was a wizard, and although her mother was a wizard, she was of Muggle origin like Hermione.

In the eyes of pure-blood die-hards like the Gaunt family, Hannah is half-blood. Even if her ancestors were all wizards.

"Hey - Owen, I heard Ernie got into a fight with some fourth grade wizards in the lounge?"

At this moment, Harry suddenly came over.

He was with Ron Kinney.

It's rare that these two people get up so early on weekends.

"Bad things spread thousands of miles!" Owen shrugged, "It's just a small incident."

"Or to be honest!" Harry sat next to him, "The atmosphere in Gryffindor is not very good these days. Colin and his brother had a conflict with Cormac, but with Hermione here, they did not dare to rest. Fighting in the room."

Hermione came over.

She held many textbooks in her hands, and she knew they were from the library.

Harry immediately made way for an empty seat, and Hermione, without any pretense, sat directly in Harry's original seat.

"The school should strengthen its management." The little witch said. She looked at Ron, who was sitting next to Koyatel, with dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes.

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

"How do I care?" Ron picked up a piece of meat pie on the table, "I'm not happy with both sides now. Colin thinks I'm a pureblood, and Cormac thinks I'm a traitor. If Harry hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten him to death. Both of them!"

Hermione pursed her lips. She knew very well the Weasley family's awkward position in this dispute.

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

The things the little wizards bought were delivered.

Hermione ordered various newspapers, and Harry bought some Weasley joke products for delivery.

"What's the news?" Ron asked in a relaxed tone after taking a bite of the meat. He would ask this 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, not even in his dreams.

"Death of a Wizard: A Muggle-Instigated War"

"Oh my God!" Harry exclaimed.

He read the details below with wide eyes.

——Herman Clayton, a famous pharmacist in the wizarding world. He was killed by Muggles in London on October 19th on suspicion of dangerous assault.

Muggle police declared Herman Crichton a terrorist and said his actions were completely within the law.

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

"Members of the Dark Crows." Hermione frowned and said, "A dark wizard organization that was born in the Nordic region, and has now surrendered to Voldemort."

"No. That's not the point." Harry said anxiously, "Maybe this Herman Clayton does deserve it, but -"

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

"Wizard!" Harry shouted, "That's a wizard."

Ginny and Ron were both attracted by Harry's reaction and looked sideways.

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

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

"How could they?"

Hermione was still reading the newspaper, but when she heard what Ginny said, she immediately became unhappy, "Why not?"

"He is a dark wizard. He has killed countless people. It is reasonable for the police to arrest or kill him."

"But" Ginny's face turned red as if someone had pinched her neck.

"Nothing. He deserves it!"

Even though Hermione said so.

But whether it was Ginny or Ron, or the other young wizards in the auditorium who suddenly shouted, they all had completely different 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 is too complicated and confusing, and wizarding history and Muggle history are so different that they cannot be perfectly nested together.

What's missing - wrong, no one knows.

Just like Nearly Headless Nick, a tragic political victim, the last era of magical dynasty started after his death, there is no record in history.

But regardless of the past, since the enactment of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, there has never been an incident of Muggles killing wizards in hundreds of years.

Driving some little wizards crazy and giving birth to new obscurities have happened, but these have never been in the mainstream media's attention.

Now, the Daily Prophet is publicizing this matter so much, which shows signs of deliberately instigating and exacerbating the relationship between wizards and Muggles.

The atmosphere in the auditorium became extremely heavy, with shock and uneasiness written on everyone's faces. Ginny and Ron looked slightly pale, and although Hermione tried to appear strong, there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

"This is really big news." Ron stammered.

"Yes, and it may cause a series 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 incident will undoubtedly increase the tension on both sides. "

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

"Muggles' power is no longer the Middle Ages of hundreds of years ago, okay? You have seen their weapons before." Hermione said seriously.

At this moment, with a "puff", Kreacher appeared next to Owen again.

It put a letter on the table, and then with a "puff", it disappeared again, and the action was so fast that it was almost completed in a few seconds.

"Did she send a message?" Hermione whispered.

"It seems so." Owen responded, then picked up the letter on the table, quickly opened it, and checked it.

"This"

The content of the letter was very brief, with only one sentence.

- He was ready to attack the leaders of Muggle countries.