I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 130 Childhood is dead, the devil lives forever

On the British island, on an isolated island in the North Sea, in a castle named Azkaban, a child who looked only in his teens was shouting earnestly at the prisoner huddled in the corner of the prison wall through the iron fence. .

"Friend, do you know Grindelwald?"

"Let's join the Saints and bring down the Ministry of Magic together!"

Seeing that the man with dull eyes was unmoved, Owen continued to increase his chips and shouted: "As long as you are willing to join the saints, I will take you out!"

"Or fulfill any of your wishes!"

"I—— want you to shut up!" The overwhelmed man raised his head numbly, and shouted in a dry voice.

"Hiss - oops! What a man, rebellious -" Owen rolled his eyes at the big dog, and immediately ran towards another cell.

"Pen—Madam, do you want to know about Grindelwald?"

Not far from Sirius' cell was the place where a group of Death Eaters were held. As Voldemort's most loyal 'running dog', he was naturally locked up with a group of Death Eaters.

And his cousin, the famous snake-licking expert Bella, was only one room away from him.

Feeling the dark, damp, and foul-smelling corridor, Owen quickly found the crazy woman.

"roll!"

"okay!"

Compared to Sirius, Death Eaters were much colder. After being cared for crazily by the Dementors, they had little energy to talk to him anymore, and they were not in the mood.

Every day, I was in a daze, afraid that one day a certain dementor sucked a little harder, and my poor soul would become their poor appetizer.

On days like this, anyone would be numb.

This is why Azkaban has never escaped a wizard for so many years.

Among other things, even if the dementors let people out of the castle generously, how many people can cross the sea with their emaciated bodies without the help of magic?

Not the Death Eaters.

Neither can Owen himself.

"Hey! That crazy kid."

Just when Owen was not discouraged and was about to fool the next family, a dry voice suddenly came from the silent corridor.

He turned his head to meet Bella's crazy eyes.

She opened her mouth, revealing a set of big yellow teeth that were not perfect, and said, "How did you get here."

Bella, who had a head full of dead branches, a face full of dirt, and a body that looked like a corpse lying in the sewer, was suddenly very interested in the child in front of her.

Azkaban is dead like a deep pool, and there are not many new things happening every day.

"The old dog Fudge deceived me, but I can't bear to be a gangster. Is there any law in this British world? Is there any law?" Owen stood in the dark corridor, performing a one-man show, "Me! Is it appropriate for a 13-year-old little wizard to pick me up and throw me indiscriminately into Azkaban just because I spit on him?"

"Does it fit?"

He asked himself and then said: "This is inappropriate."

"The power of the wizards is in the hands of this kind of insect, how can the British wizarding world be done well!"

"If I have the basics, the mediocre people in the world really don't have to worry about it!"

"Hahaha——" Owen's words drew the laughter of many Death Eaters present, as if they hadn't laughed for a long time, their voices were sharp and hoarse, making the listeners' hair stand on end.

However, Owen, who is the protagonist, was not affected by the crowd at all. He still gave a speech talking to himself, "Of course, the sky has changed, the artifacts are easier to use, and the current Magic Federation is rotten. Everyone in the world responds!"

"At that time, it is still unclear how many people will dominate and how many will dominate!"

After speaking, after he pulled out his sleeve, Mr. Auber Benny secretly stuffed the wand back to him, and with a light wave, a group of fluorescent lights flew out from the tip of the wand, illuminating the sky above his head.

——Give yourself a light!

"Today there is a person with extraordinary strength, many followers, and connections all over the world. He has the White Wizard Dumbledore as his backup, and the Saints of Paris as his backup. Friends, my wizard brothers and sisters, there is no future for following Voldemort - —”

"Come - join the Saints organization with me, for the future of wizards, for the greater good, for Grindelwald!"

His voice was deafening, but the entire corridor fell into silence.

Everyone was silent, no one spoke.

"Pfft—" A sudden sneer broke the silence.

"Where is this idiot? I dare say your mother is definitely a whore, otherwise how could she give birth to such a delirious child like you?" The clamoring voice came from the prison not far from Bella.

Owen put his hands behind his back and looked over there slightly.The next second, a ray of fluorescent light above his head automatically separated, and the light drifted into the distance, illuminating the talkative guy out of the darkness.

It was a skinny man with a ferocious face.

He looked a bit older, at least 50 or [-] years old.

The eyes are sunken and the lips are cracked.There is a terrifying scar on his face.

It's like separating the whole face into two halves. It's hard to believe that his face can still be glued together.

"I wonder what the name of this loser with a kind of brain-deficient beauty is, and where he comes from?" Owen actually had no impression of this man.

You know, as a former demon king, he had some connections with all the Death Eaters.

Even some Death Eaters, spies hiding in the Ministry of Magic, he had seen.

But this one - I'm sorry, it's so ugly. If he had seen it, he would definitely remember it for the rest of his life.

"Birthplace?" As if being stepped on by the tail, the man suddenly became agitated, and then shouted loudly: "You can tell from your appearance, you are not a mudblood, you are also a half-breed!"

The man grinned and laughed, "How can my noble blood come out of your lowly mouth?"

"Hey - you are so brave!" Owen walked away, looking at the eyes of the Death Eaters watching the show.

Seeing him stretch out his wand and coldly spit out a curse: "Cruciate Carpal Bone!"

The red spell hit the man's body in an instant, and then he rolled and struggled as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes rolled up crazily.Teeth are chattering.

"Critical Carpal Bone!!"

Owen stood in front of his cage, squatting down slowly, scratching his itchy calf, resting his right hand on his knee, propping his face, and holding the wand between the middle finger and index finger of the other hand, with the palm turned upside down.Held it very lazily.

"Critical Carpal Bone!!!"

The third spell hit the man's body.

This time his twitching frequency was faster, his body curled up on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Ouch! Does it hurt so much?"

An invisible sharp blade flew by, that was—Shenfeng Wuying, the invisible blade directly cut off the man's left index finger.

"Recover quickly—"

The green fluorescent lights up, and Shenfeng Wuying undoes the curse and then connects the finger.

"Shenfeng Wuying——"

This time it's the ears.

Next is the nose.

Next is the eyes.

"Oh! I'm so evil!" A bad boy who was squatting on the ground and burning the ant nest with fire suddenly smiled shyly and raised his hand to cast the spell.

In the next second, all the black magic on that ant disappeared.

"Dangdang!" Owen tapped the railing with his wand, and a crisp sound sounded in the corridor instantly.

Here—it's eerily quiet.

All the sneers stopped abruptly, and no one dared to make even a strange sound to him.

And the group of Death Eaters seemed to understand why the boy was imprisoned in Azkaban.

"That little loser over there, you are so rude!"

"What's your name? Where did you come from?" He asked.

"While I have a little patience."

The boy smiled kindly, his face was like the frost of midwinter.

"Matt—Matt Rozier!"

The man's teeth chattered several times, and his eyes were filled with fear and resentment.

Like a wounded snake, always looking for revenge.

"Rozier?" Irving muttered this ancient surname.

Rosier, an ancient family of pure-blood wizards, one of the 28 holy clans.Originated in France, it has blood relations with Black, Lestrange, Malfoy and other families.

Of course, Owen can have a slight impression of this surname, mainly because of his grandfather's housekeeper, Wenda Rozier, who was born in this elegant pure-blood family.

Hmm - on the other hand, looking at the guy in front of me, tsk tsk - it's almost smearing this surname.

"I wonder if you have heard of a name, Wenda Rozier." He asked casually, without any expectations for the possible answer.

"You—" The man seemed very shocked that Owen could pronounce the name, but he was terrified of Owen's wand, which made him dare not lie, so he could only say, "She, she is my aunt from afar."

"Auntie?" Hearing the sound, Owen nodded, and slowly put the wand into his sleeve.

"I met her decades ago, in Denmark, and she seemed to be carrying out some kind of plan, and she had a daughter."

"I didn't expect that such a woman would give birth to that man." Matt Rozier said in a trance, with cloudy eyes, it was even hard to see whether he was declaring his memory or raving about his own last dream .

"You just mentioned Grindelwald, right? Dumbledore's men were defeated. My aunt seemed to love that man very much. Maybe that daughter is Grindelwald's child."

"impossible--"

"Absolutely impossible -" Owen shook his head, "There is no way to pursue a straight woman." He didn't intend to explain anything to passers-by who didn't know the truth.

"Then, did you investigate? What is she doing?"

"No, the great Dark Lord needs my loyalty. How can I have time to fight for an old woman, especially when she chooses to follow a loser, a stepping stone for Dumbledore."

"Oh~" Owen chuckled, and the wand slipped from his cuff again, "Legiliency—"

"Avada Kedavra--"

The dazzling green light, accompanied by a messy sound, seemed like an invisible god of death flew through the air, crushing the ant to death.

Matt Rozier was sent flying by the spell, and fell heavily to the ground without a sound.