I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen frowned.

His emerald eyes exuded a faint chill.

The truth hidden in Samothrace was definitely not as simple as a tower of divine bestowal.

There must be deeper secrets.

In the records of Muggles, the island had another name, the Temple of the Gods.

In the epic records, a ceremony of continuous worship of gods lasted for thousands of years.

At first, Owen simply thought that it might be an instinctive move made by people who were tempted by the ancient magic leaked from the tower of divine bestowal, but now it seems that there are more than just foreign gods on the island.

"Oh - don't you want to talk?" Voldemort's voice sounded in his ears.

Full of disdain and ridicule.

Owen looked straight into his eyes.

A shadow was reflected from the scarlet vertical pupils.

The golden virtual image appeared in a ring shape, reflected in his pupils.

Full of magic.

"I don't want to waste my time talking to you." Owen's move was extremely fast. The same lightning squeezed out from the void. The pillar-shaped pillars were like the century-old trees in the Forbidden Forest, bursting with piercing screams and dazzling light, and shot straight forward.

"It's just a virtual puppet. What qualifications do you have to be so high in front of me?"

After that, he swung his left hand quickly, and a long sword made of pure magic power condensed out, cutting through the air, with a faint sound of breaking through the air, and went straight to Voldemort's head.

"Heh - interesting."

A harsh mocking sound sounded.

Voldemort loosened his hand that was holding Harry's neck.

The next moment, a multi-layered golden magic ring woven with complex ancient runes appeared around him.

Owen's attacks all stopped on the surface of the magic ring, unable to move forward an inch.

"Tsk -" A trace of anger burst out from the boy's heart.

He glanced at Hermione beside him.

After giving her a look.

Then he intertwined the magic sword with lightning.

The two different spells came into contact with each other, instantly destroying the magic that supported its stability.

Suddenly a white light suddenly lit up.

The violent explosion instantly submerged several people.

Everything around seemed to be swallowed by this power. Lightning lost its restraints, like blooming flowers, cutting a mark on the surrounding land full of corruption due to Voldemort's arrival.

Ashes, soil and rotten plants turned into smoke and enveloped the area.

Only thunder came from the invisible dust.

The rest could no longer feel anything.

"Puff-"

"Bang!"

A violent sound of hitting the ground.

Three figures flew out of the smoke and dust like cannonballs.

Fell to the ground.

"Damn it!"

Owen hugged Hermione and used himself as a cushion, which prevented the little witch from being seriously injured.

As for himself, his physical strength had reached an exaggerated level. Although it was painful when he landed, he was not injured.

The worst was Harry, who lay on the ground dying, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and at least a few ribs were broken.

"Hu——"

A heavy breath came—the golden light in the smoke seemed like a curtain, covering all the dust from the inside out, and in an instant, the open space was clear again.

Voldemort stood there, his head raised, staring at the three downtrodden lambs from above.

One layer of the golden magic rings around him was broken, falling like crystals, emitting a striking fluorescence and falling to the ground.

And around him, there were at least three layers of magic rings that remained motionless.

Just now, Hermione used the Iron Armor Charm at the critical moment. The close-range explosion smashed the invisible armor to pieces in an instant, and then knocked the three of them out.

On the other hand, Voldemort—he had no damage. He didn't even get a repulse.

"He has really become the body of an Outer God with all his heart and soul."

Owen helped Hermione up and asked her to take care of Harry.

Now he probably saw the gap between himself and Voldemort.

The so-called gap lies in the use of magic.

No matter how powerful he is, he has only learned magic for more than ten years. Even if he got some spells and spellcasting techniques from Zhang Xiaolin and Dean Bridget, they are just sporadic fragments after all.

If he is given some time. Ten years - fifty years - a hundred years.

Perhaps he can also reach the height of gods, or even surpass them.

But it is too late after all.

But Voldemort is different - he seems to have obtained all the spells and magic casting techniques of the gods, and has systematic control. He is totally incomparable to him as a half-baked person.

For example, those magic rings made of ancient runes. That is a symbol of the power of gods. In Italy - when he first fought against part of the essence of the Outer God, the opponent's attack method was like this.

Now he himself can't use ancient runes like this.

He is still using spells.

The only one in the contemporary world who has a control over runes and a hint of the shadow of ancient gods is Victor. His Realm Warp has the shadow of the Ring.

"But - why?" Owen couldn't figure out why some fragments of the Outer God would teach Voldemort what they had accumulated over tens of thousands of years?

Why?

Is Voldemort the descendant of Zhi?

Is it just because he wants Voldemort to defeat him?

Is this a sufficient reason?

This is giving away magic power and tens of thousands of years of experience. Can that crazy Outer God really do this?

"Meow?"

Hylock, who had just been knocked away, returned to Owen's feet.

"Go and look at her." Owen said.

Then he looked at Bakar who also flew back.

—— He really didn't know Dumbledore's plan.

But that didn't mean he couldn't vent.

Wanting him to escape in disgrace was impossible.

Isn't it just Voldemort - what's the harm in killing him again.

The Phoenix Crystal Wand lit up with a silver-white light.

The next second, the originally clear sky began to be covered with dark clouds.

Bakar spread his wings and flew high, like a sharp sword.

His figure suddenly grew larger in a few breaths and returned to its true size.

Then scarlet lightning lit up all over his body.

It held a golden flame in its mouth and swallowed it down, and the scarlet lightning turned into a long sword and slashed down at the same time.

The fire and lightning intertwined, and the whole sky seemed to be split in two, and the impact collided in the air with a deafening roar.

But this was far from enough.

Because Voldemort blocked these with just one magic ring. I can still free my hands to deal with others.

Another magic ring suddenly lit up.

Countless ancient runes were compiled into a golden sword.

The sharp swords were like meteors, so dense that they felt like galloping.

"Sanchez force field--"

Owen raised his right hand.

A rose-shaped petal opened, deflecting all the sharp swords heading towards him.

"Bang-bang!"

The golden sword rain flew out and fell indiscriminately on the surrounding land.

Every time it touched the ground, it would set off an explosion as brilliant as fireworks.

The area within a few hundred feet around was like a volcano, suffering from the infinite lava spewing from the crater.

In an instant, golden light-red thunder-orange dragon breath. There were only these three colors between heaven and earth. The magnificent colors seemed to be oil paint intertwined together.

"Oh my God--" Harry, who had taken several sips of the invigorating potion, covered his chest in pain.

He could feel that there, the bones were growing again and the torn internal organs were healing. The pain was very uncomfortable, like drowning, and it was hard to breathe.

But the physical pain could not attract all his attention.

The scene in front of him, which seemed like a battle between gods, could make people forget.

Hermione also supported the force field magic.

Those golden swords that coincidentally headed towards them were deflected again.

Her eyes were also full of shock.

She had seen such a scene before.

But that time he was facing a real god.

When did Voldemort have such power?

This is impossible - how could he be so strong?

Not only them - the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Federation who were responsible for staying around were also staring at Voldemort in shock.

Such a powerful magic - can it still be cast by humans?

"Ron -" Coyate, who had returned to his original appearance, struggled to support the armor charm, and moved step by step towards a blasted pit not far from him.

Ron was really unlucky.

Just now, when those swords began to attack indiscriminately.

He was with Ginny.

Facing the sharp sword, he immediately raised the Armor Charm. But the Armor Charm is not a force field magic, and it is difficult to block the golden sword rain from the front.

Not to mention this kind of sword rain, all around.

A golden sword exploded behind him, even if he noticed it in advance. But Ginny was behind him - at the critical moment, he pulled Ginny, protected his sister in front of him, and jumped into the pit that had just exploded in front of him. The aftermath of the explosion hit him. Koyatel saw Ron spit out a mouthful of blood with his own eyes.

This is exactly why she did not stop.

"Ron -" she shouted.

Under the violent attack, they were lucky to reach the pit.

"How is he?" She asked anxiously.

Ginny was shaking and taking out the potion from her pocket with tears on her face.

Ron was lying on his back on her legs, his whole body was sluggish, blood was flowing out, dyeing half of Ginny's body red.

"It's okay--it's okay!" The girl cried in despair, but she didn't dare to stop.

Because of Hermione's 'earnest teachings', almost everyone of them would carry some healing potions with them.

"It's okay--" She seemed to be comforting herself.

The stimulant potion was poured into Ron's mouth for free.

Then it was difficile--the external difficile was smeared all over his back.

Koyatel wanted to go to help--but she had to resist the sword rain that was still flying all over the sky.

She couldn't spare a little energy.

The girl looked away--Kingsley, Moody and others were protecting the few guests who had not yet evacuated, and they could not protect themselves.

It was difficult for others to do anything, and even the armor charm cast by most people could not stop the sword rain at all. If it weren't for Dumbledore protecting them, at least 60% of the wizards on the scene would have died in this round of attacks.

And the battlefield of the battle.

Koyatel saw that the light of the wand in Owen's hand was getting brighter and brighter. The blue, white and purple colors related to the stars gathered at the tip of his wand like particles.

It surged and expanded.

After condensing for more than ten seconds, he suddenly pushed it.

- Soul torrent.

The magic power surged, like an unstoppable meteor, with a devastating momentum, bombarding the magic ring where Voldemort was casting a rain of swords.

"Kacha——" The clear sound was particularly obvious.

The next second, the rain of swords in the sky stopped and dissipated.

Which magic ring was broken.

"Good opportunity!" Koyatel's eyes narrowed. A green light lit up at the tip of her wand.

The Grim Reaper raised his scythe and quickly drove towards Voldemort.

And there were many wizards who had the same idea as her.

There were at least a dozen battle-hardened wizards present.

They also launched an attack on Voldemort the moment the sword rain disappeared.

The sky was full of spells of different colors, like sparks piercing the darkness, leaving a long tail of smoke.

"Source · Lightning · Star Stream Thunder Strike!"

Zhang Xiaolin waved the folding fan in her hand.

"Crack--"

The next second, a lightning bolt squeezed out of thin air in the void-Bakkar, who had been hiding in the clouds after the sword rain burst out, also appeared again.

The same scarlet lightning gathered.

Two lightning bolts surged down at the same time.

They went straight through Voldemort's entire body.

Together with the dozens of spells.

Like a cannonball, it directly submerged the area.

The silent soil was blown up again.

The water evaporated in the lightning and turned into smoke.

Thick smoke obscured everyone's vision.

"Huh--"

Hermione quietly came behind Owen, "Is he dead?"

"I don't think so--" Owen frowned.

He could still feel the powerful magic gathering in front of him, and there was no intention of dissipating.

"How is it possible--so many spells--"

Hermione said in disbelief, "Even in Italy before, facing the real gods--these attacks can work."

"That's not the real god." Owen said, "It's just that part of the god is the essence of God."

"In the seven divine towers, they are all part of the essence of God.

But--he is not divided equally into seven parts, there are more and less for sure. Maybe there are much more left on the island of Samothrace than in other divine towers."

Hermione held up the force field magic again.

She was not sure what she was about to face, but using this magic always brought a little peace of mind.

And behind her.

Harry was holding his chest and climbing up.

He was covered with corrupt mud and held the wand tightly in his hand.

He stared at the smoke and dust, and fear surged in his heart.

Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead began to burn with pain. Just now, when Voldemort grabbed his neck, his forehead also felt a stinging pain.

This made Harry realize that as long as Voldemort got close to him, his scar would hurt.

"Get out of the way!"

Although he didn't see Voldemort himself.

But the deep fear still made him react instinctively.

Two killing curses - from the Death Eaters who suddenly appeared behind him - damn, all the attention was on Voldemort - Harry cursed in his heart - and dodged to the side, and the curse was only a millimeter away from hitting him.

Then, Harry, who was lying on the ground, saw him.

Voldemort suddenly appeared between himself and Owen and Hermione like smoke.

He seemed to be attracted by his shouting just now.

Originally, he wanted to deal with Owen.

Another green light shot over, and Harry could no longer distinguish up, down, left, and right. The scar was still burning, and he thought he might die soon.

Harry was so exhausted from the intense pain that he could barely open his eyes - then his wand took action on its own.