I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 132 Planting a seed of doubt

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A trace of doubt flashed in Bella's crazy eyes. She seems to have found a patient friend?

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Stop! Let's skip this question first." Owen squatted in front of the prison door again, holding his head and staring at Bella unscrupulously: "Do you know why you are so attached to Voldemort?"

"Because the big fart of England doesn't let you meet better."

"Shut up, you reptile, how dare you insult the great Dark Lord." Bella yelled at the wild cat whose tail was stepped on, "I'm going to cut off your tongue."

I don't know where she got her strength from.He even wanted to rush over and pinch Owen's neck.

"The great Dark Lord will return, and you and all his enemies will be crushed and torn to pieces."

"Ahem." Owen moved his butt towards the other side of the iron cage without leaving any trace, to prevent the splashing saliva from hitting his face.

Then she put away her joking expression, and put on a ignorant and cute look. "Well, if it is crushed, it won't be torn into pieces, ma'am."

"What?" Bella, who was in a state of excitement, didn't react and asked subconsciously.

"I mean, you can't crush someone and tear them into pieces at the same time. Maybe you could try tearing them into pieces and then crushing them?"

"You!" Bella's eyeballs could shoot sparks, she stared at Owen, lying on the ground angrily, if it wasn't for this fence, if it wasn't for her, she wouldn't have much strength at all, if she had roots If it was a magic wand, I am afraid it would have swooped over and bit off Owen's neck.

"I will kill you, I will... no... I will not let you die easily, I will break every bone in you, goug out your eyeballs, cut off your tongue."

She was still saying all kinds of cruel things.

But the Dark Lord had already pressed his ears impatiently, "e=(o｀*))) Sigh."

"So, everyone must study hard! Look, this is the consequence of not studying. Even the threatening words are repeated over and over again, just a few sentences, like killing you, cutting out your tongue, gouging out your eyes, and so on. I am illiterate. Come here." Owen said with a heavy face like an old father looking at a useless old girl.

"There's nothing compelling about it."

Then he raised the corner of his mouth, and said in a lazy voice mixed with an extremely cold storm: "I said: 'Let there be light' and then, you ants in the cage met the light."

He pointed to the fluorescent lights floating in the corridor.

"Separate by a wall, it proves your weakness and my strength. The weak ~ obey your destiny~"

The magic wand in the Demon King's hand pointed at Bella's brain: "Legiliency—"

In an instant, Owen's unscrupulousness poured into Bella's head, and those her most precious memories were opened to him without reservation at this moment.

Parents – The Black Family – Hogwarts – Tom Riddle.

Like a god, he can arbitrarily alter and destroy the ups and downs of the book in front of him.

However, Owen did not do so.

The reason for not doing it was that he had tried before, forcibly changing the wizard's cognition would not lead to miracles, and the twisted soul would not change because of Legilimency or the Imperius Curse.

Without the belief from the soul, the fallen black wizard will never be able to release white magic.

Owen's intrusion was gentler and easier than ordinary wizards' Legilimency, as if it was a talent in some kind of blood, but after all, it was violently prying open a person's brain.

Tender—but still painful.

Bella let out a scream, and then suddenly the scream turned into choking. Her chest twitched due to the violent struggle, and indistinguishable whimpers continued to escape from her throat.

She raised her head desperately, struggling and resisting with all her strength, as if there were big hands clenched around her neck, only by maintaining this posture could she barely maintain her breathing.

"Bastard, what are you doing, let her go!!!"

In another cage at the side, the sound of a beast howling suddenly came.

It was a man with a haggard face and a short stature. His face bones were like a chisel, and the amazing arc made his whole face look very recognizable, like a gloomy wolf.

Always waiting for the opportunity to kill the prey.

But unfortunately, at this moment, he didn't have the patience he used to. He shouted loudly in order to attract the attention of that bastard.

"Avada Kedavra~"

Turning around, a faint green light pierced the sky.

The body of the devil squatting on the ground turned coldly, his gray eyes were beating with a beast-like red light.

He raised his left hand with Orchid Finger, pressed his index finger against his lips, and said gracefully, "Shh~~~"

"Be quiet, Mr. Rodolphus," he said to a corpse.

Then he turned to look at Bella again.

At this time, the skinny woman was lying on the ground convulsing continuously, her whole body seemed to have been pulled out of her soul, leaving only a body in the dark abyss.

Hmm - memory is basically the same as Zhoumu, although there are some differences, but the growth experience is similar.

You can try.

With this thought in mind, the Demon King waved his magic wand again - "The soul is out of the body".

The faint blue light hit the woman without hindrance.

This time he's leaving something behind.

Not much tampering is needed, just a small psychological suggestion is enough.

As the magic deepened, more and more memories flooded towards him.

Owen is not interested in Bella's early memories at all. Flipping through those past events, he goes straight to the deeper level, Anger—Tom—Love—Hogwarts—Black—Parents—Childhood, step by step, He walked into the darkness of the deepest layer of a person.

Amidst the black mist, a house slowly came from the illusion.

It was 12 Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of the Black family.

The long corridor, with gorgeous wallpaper on the walls and an unknown light shining on the soft carpet, looks like a precious magical creation.

He came to the stairs, and when he walked into the floor, he saw a little black-haired girl hiding at the stairs.

She was probably only four or five years old.

He was poking his head and looking towards the walking.

Owen followed her line of sight, and there, an elf was constantly flashing out, holding countless magic potions in his hand.

In the open room, several women staggered back and forth.

There was also a woman's heart-piercing screams from inside.

That was her mother, Deruella Black.She was having a baby - Bella's sister, Draco's mother: Narcissa Malfoy.

The girl didn't understand what was going on in front of her, and to her, the miserable cry just made her deeply terrified.

The hand holding the wall was slightly blue.

Suddenly - just when Owen was about to speak, the little girl turned her head blankly and looked at him with a numb look in her black eyes.

"Huh?" Owen was stunned, and then a sullen smile appeared on his lips, "I still have the strength to resist!"

"However, it doesn't matter."

Then he knelt down slowly, and whispered in the little girl's ear, "When disaster happened, where is your Tom?"

"Vortex of deep pain, what can your Tom do for you?"

"You are in deep prison now, what can your Tom do for you?"

"After all, he is not strong enough!"

"No—no." Hearing the sound, the little girl suddenly hugged her head tightly and moaned in pain, like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

She yelled, "No, he will come to my rescue, he will come, he will."

Panic, helplessness, pain, a four-year-old child's face was full of complex emotional changes, and then she seemed to remember something, watching Owen's eyes no longer numb, as if she recognized him.

"He's not coming, is he?"

"He never loved me, so how could he come?" It seemed to be muttering to herself, or it was the fact that she had known in her heart for a long time, and now it resurfaced with the tumbling emotional waves.

"Yes, he won't come." Owen continued to instill this idea, "Voldemort will not come to save you, and Tom Riddle will not come to save you."

Tender words speak of a cold reality.

This caused the little girl's emotions to finally break down.

There was a "boom".Her body exploded into a black mist.

Then the ancestral house made of black mist collapsed.

Countless memories passed quickly past Owen's side like white threads, and the soles of his feet moved lightly, as if he was flying.He was quickly squeezed out by the turbulent flow of memories.

"boom!"

A sound of knocking on the fence interrupted Owen's thoughts of regaining consciousness.

"Although you tortured that woman, I have no objection, but if you can, give her a good time."

Hearing the sound, Owen got up again, and after glancing at the fainted Bella, he walked towards the figure.

"What? She was a good brother who almost killed you several times, and you still speak for her?"

Enough - simply planting an idea is enough.

With a devilish smile on his face, Owen's legs trembled and went numb - he was really numb from squatting.

She will spend at least two more years in this dark prison.

This time is long enough for the seeds he planted to germinate.

'Once the suspicion arises, the charge has been established! '

Doubts about Voldemort's power will spread faster than he expected, and when she no longer recognizes Voldemort's overwhelming power, how long can the deformed love last?

Will the transformation of her soul allow her to embrace white magic again?

This is what interests him.

"Although I don't want to admit it, she is my cousin. If possible, I hope she has a decent death, or dies under my wand."

"Are you a little wizard from Hogwarts?" In the cage, the still handsome man asked in a low voice, his tone full of doubts: "Slytherin?"

Look at this devil-like child in front of him, he is only thirteen or fourteen years old, how can a little wizard in the third and fourth grades be so evil and master so much black magic!

"Half guessed right, Sirius." Owen walked gracefully and slowly

——Mainly wearing slippers, which are a bit slippery after seepage, so you can’t walk fast

He pulled open his collar, revealing the brown and black tie under his little suit.

"Hufflepuff, I'm from Hufflepuff House."