I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 131 The devil in human skin

"You always have another choice."

"That is to die!"

Owen spoke lightly, then stood up, staggering slightly with his numb feet.

Then he stretched out his hand and tapped it, which can be regarded as promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Immediately, he raised his head, and unscrupulously looked at the felons in the deepest prison, "I think everyone in the prison has heard about Grindelwald and the legend of the saints! "

"And the prophecy that ultimately led to Voldemort's downfall, the fabled savior, Harry Potter." His voice echoed in the hallway.

The sudden death stunned everyone. Although they were already used to death, and even people died at the hands of dementors every day, the sudden death of Matt Rozier at the hands of a little wizard still surprised everyone. It was hard to accept for a while.

And this includes - Sirius who was attracted by the name Harry Potter.

"Boring prophecy, whimsical. Wizards will believe in stories like the savior, but that idiot Voldemort believed this prophecy so easily, he raided the Potters and his wife, and then made this prophecy come true. Stupid and ignorant .”

"I don't care about the fight between you and Dumbledore, but now it is obvious that there can only be one leader in this world, and that is: Grindelwald!"

"Or, me!!!"

Owen spread his hands, and walked lazily in front of every Death Eater's prison. He was wearing a black robe, a small gray suit, and a brown bow tie. His lower body was a pair of shorts with Batman printed on them. Wearing a pair of Spiderman co-branded slippers.

"I don't know if you are ready to meet the fate of being ruled by us, but we are ready anyway."

"The saints will suffer obstacles, they will suffer resistance, but we will not stop."

In the damp corridor, countless fluorescent lights flew out from the one above Owen's head, illuminating every prison around him.

"You can either choose to join, obey and support us. Or you can choose to be completely erased."

"Of course—as a good camp, you can choose to stand behind us, but you are not allowed to stand opposite us."

He looked like a true leader, his gray eyes flitting over those emaciated bodies.

"But before that, I have to declare in advance that I don't have the time—of course, I don't have the heart to reason with those who dare to stand up against me."

"If next, you are worried that your answer will lead to death, then congratulations, you are right to worry."

"That—it starts with you!" As he spoke, Owen raised his wand, pointed at a prisoner in the prison, and said, "Surrender or die."

"Oh, you idiot - long live the Dark Lord!" the foolish and loyal prisoner shouted without thinking.

The next second, green light flashed.Death is on the verge of the next lucky person.

"Then what about you?" Owen turned to look at the next ant unmoved.

"Why are you doing this, what's in it for you." Death plundered the air around the other ant, suffocating him.

The suppressed emotions burst out suddenly, and the ant barked its teeth and claws and roared angrily.

"Hmm—let's open the skylight and talk the talk."

"As a future enemy, I must cherish every opportunity to destroy you all."

"Since I have this opportunity now, why should I plant mines for myself?" Owen weighed his wand and continued with a smile: "Perhaps you will feel that this kind of thing that has never happened in the future is recognized as reality and cleaned up. Your actions are absolutely ridiculous."

"But I call it: Efficient!"

"Okay, Mr. Mulciber, it's time for you to answer the question." Owen knocked on the railing, and the crisp sound was like the footsteps of death, constantly impacting the fragile heart of the ant.

"I can't!" Mulciber bit his lip and shook his head resolutely.He looked at Owen's figure bathed in fluorescent light, and a sneer slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You are wasting your efforts. If we were scumbags like Karkaroff, we wouldn't be imprisoned here. "

"You are doomed to be futile."

"In vain?" Owen shrugged, "What's in vain? It's just a matter of raising your hand."

"Relaxed, and enjoyable. You don't really think that I or Grindelwald need a subordinate like you, do you! Just kidding you!" A transparent dark green flashed again in the white fluorescent world, and it appeared in the crowd of foodies. Under the angry, horrified, and fearful gazes of the Dead Apostles, Owen walked straight to the next cell.

"Ha ha--"

In the next room, before the Dark Lord could speak, the people inside let out a frenzied and sharp ridicule.

That's Bellatrix Lestrange

This was a woman with the typical good looks and haughty manners common to the Black family.She was tall, with thick, shiny black hair, a thick jaw, thin lips, thick eyelids, and thick, long eyelashes.

Although she looks dirty now, if you can imagine, she was definitely a beauty when she was young!

Owen knew her very well—even he knew her thoughts better than Bella himself.

In 1951, Bella was born in the Black family, a pure-blood family that believes in "forever pure".Her father is Cygnus Black III and her mother is Druella Black (née Rosier).

In other words, Bella has half of Rozier's blood, and may be related to the Rozier just now.

Cousin relationship.

Owen guessed.

Facing this particular Death Eater, Owen had an unimaginable patience.

So much so that he didn't take Aunt Bei's ridicule seriously, and even responded with a smile.

As the woman he paid the most attention to in the week, Owen spent more time on Bella than even Miss Riddle.

Because she is his most important 'research material', important research material on 'Guardian magic, white magic'.In the first episode, he almost succeeded, but in the end, due to time constraints and the sudden collapse of the Death Eaters, the research was forced to stop, and his experimental materials died, and died in the great battle.

This time, he got in touch with this special witch two years in advance, and he believed that there would definitely be surprising research results this time.

"Oh! Why are you so hostile, don't say you still have any feelings of parting with the waste over there." Owen said with a smile.

Her life experience automatically emerged in her mind.

Speaking of Bellatrix (born in 1951), we have to mention her father, Signus Black (born in 1938). ps: I guess Rowling made a mistake, but it doesn’t affect our imagination.

If you are careful enough, you will magically find that 1951-1932=13.

In other words, Bella's father should be his eldest daughter, Bella, who was born when he was 12 years old.

Even younger than Owen's current age.

Then let's guess, if a 12-year-old kid suddenly has a daughter, will he become a qualified father?

The result is obvious, a product of child marriage naturally has little education at all.As the eldest daughter of the Black family, she doesn't have the elegance and nobility of that ancient family. In this respect, she is even inferior to her younger brother Sirius who betrayed the family.

From the time she appeared on the stage, she gave people a kind of defiant, unrestrained, and swearing, and until she died, she looked like a shrew who only knew how to swear.

She shouldn't have entered Slytherin House at all. She didn't have any of the qualities of Slytherin. She was stupid, irritable, and without any scheming. Except for her bloodline, she should have entered Gryffindor.

And she seems to have a soft spot for the Cruciatus Curse and the abuse of the weak, and she can take great pleasure in torturing others. This testifies in disguise that her childhood will definitely not be normal, and the possible product of close relatives, born with mental illness, and also argues She would never be a good fit for Slytherin.

What Salazar's Slytherin looks like - Ambitious, shrewd, honor-oriented, judicious, wise and victorious.May I ask which of the above qualities are related to this crazy woman?

Owen couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.

If it was not Voldemort who opened the Chamber of Secrets, but Salazar himself, then he would clean his college first, and at least two-thirds of the people would have to die or be expelled.

Those silly little snakes are still looking forward to the opening of the chamber of secrets belonging to Slytherin, it is really stupid to make people laugh.

As for Bella's love for Voldemort, in Owen's view, besides absurdity, it is more fortunate, what a good research material!

About the human heart, about white magic, about the magic of love, about the patron saint.

First of all, what Owen can conclude is that Tom, the product of the love potion, will never fall in love with Bella, and secondly, does Bella really love Tom?

Or is this relationship really love?

With the experience of Zhoumu, Owen can know for sure that it is not love at all, and the obsession with a powerful, surly, pungent, cruel, and strong father may be the annotation of this deformed relationship.

Because when she was a child, her young father did not stand up to protect her when she was oppressed by the family. When she grew up, this dependence on a powerful man of her father's age became her obsession.

And what Owen wants is obsession.

Without obsession, those magics that require a lot of emotions can't be used.

I'm not afraid that you love wrong, but I'm afraid that you don't love.

A dysfunctional person like Tom who doesn't know what emotions are, that's the real hopelessness.

"Boy, your eyes are disgusting." Aunt Bei's mocking face gradually became gloomy, because she saw that the boy outside the iron cage had quite strange eyes.

Kind of

"Oh, have you noticed?" Owen laughed and put away his wand, then pointed to his eyes and said, "Did you see it? It's full of father's love!"

A 12-year-old boy gave birth to a daughter, and then a 13-year-old man became a father, ummmm - no problem, it fits.