I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 133 Put aside the persuasive plot and respect their fate of death

"Hufflepuff, I'm from Hufflepuff House." Owen proudly said with his hands on his hips and his head raised.

"Professor Sprout often says that I am the best Hufflepuff in a hundred years."

"What?" Sirius stared at Owen dumbfounded and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "Are you from Hufflepuff House?"

Hearing this answer, Sirius' reaction was even more shocking than just seeing a little wizard kill someone.

Then he asked what many people have asked: "Did the old fool break the Sorting Hat?"

"Yes, after all, it has been used for more than 1000 years, and there is no problem at all if you ask a little bit."

"Really? You're not deceiving me?" Sirius gradually put away the surprised expression on his face. He might not give too much trust to a little wizard who can kill people without mercy.

Who knows if there is a single truth in what the boy said.

Or maybe it wasn't a boy at all, but some evil wizard who drank Polyjuice Potion with some hapless kid's hair?

Suddenly his pupils shrank slightly, and he believed in this idea even more firmly in his heart.

Never heard of a child of thirteen or fourteen having such an evil mind?The Killing Curse cannot be released by simply waving a magic wand and chanting a few words of the spell.

"Why am I lying to you? There is no benefit at all. I am indeed Hufflepuff House, Ms. Helga's student. If you don't believe me, you can ask Professor Dumbledore later!"

"Dumbledore? Is he coming here?"

"Right away!" Owen said confidently.

"Calculating the time, he should be arriving soon. If Ober Benny was quick enough, he would have arrived half an hour ago." Owen raised the watch in the void on his left hand and looked at the time, "How about we chat before that? ?”

"What do you want to talk about?" Sirius didn't have the slightest liking for this devil in the skin of a child. If he wasn't locked in a cage, he would even want to go out and fight Owen.

"About my grandma - ahem! Professor Dumbledore - that, I am just a good boy who is occasionally naughty. Please ask Mr. Sirius to keep what happened today a secret."

"Secret?" Sirius' face turned cold instantly, "Secret——Secret!"

The most hated word in his life is secrecy, if it wasn't for him, if he hadn't recommended that traitor to be James' new secret keeper.

How could he die!how come!

"There are so many people here—"

"Forget everything!" Owen raised his wand, powerful magic power poured into the tip of the wand instantly, and then streaks of gray silk floated out from the tip of the wand.

The silk was like a huge curtain, slowly flying into several cells in the corridor, covering the faces of the Death Eaters in various states of struggle - sluggishness - or resignation.

Then Owen waved his wand lightly, and the silk shrank suddenly, as if covering the face, making people unable to breathe. After a short suffocation, the silk seemed to get into their brains, and everyone had their memories covered.

"You—" Sirius' nerves had been numb from the shock of the child in front of him.

Casting such a wide range of forgetting spells, even he couldn't do it, or he was not suitable for this kind of delicate spell control.

Maybe - in Sirius's memory, maybe only Dumbledore could have such extraordinary and holy means.

"It's just a simple way to cover up the memory, a small trick." The little devil spread his hands and said indifferently, "At most it will be covered up for a few days, besides, if I take away their memories, then what's the point of deterring them just now?" .”

"It's fine to keep your secrets open. Anyway, Old Deng can't possibly care about the reactions of a few Death Eaters."

"It's mostly you, Mr. Sirius."

Hearing the sound, Sirius replied coldly: "I, I am different from them."

"No, it's very different. You're going out soon."

"go out?"

"That's right." Owen replied with a smile, "Now let's not worry about how you will get out. Now you just need to promise me to hide this matter."

"Of course, as a bad (bah) good person, you must be threatened every day, otherwise you will always feel less; , but still a handsome man, said 'hmm' after a while: "You are not afraid of death, and you are not interested in wealth and rights, but I know one of your fatal weaknesses, Mr. Sirius."

"Oh! Really?" Hearing the sound, Sirius showed disdain. He is not even afraid of death, so there is nothing else to care about.

"That - maybe you don't know." Owen showed a mysterious smile, "Actually, Harry and I are the best friends."

"I've saved his life many times. Let's say the first year - if I hadn't been so brave to fight Voldemort alone, he might have gone to see his father."

"Oh - and in the second grade, I burned hundreds of Acromantulas to death with a powerful fire, and saved his life again. Alas - I spent a lot of energy every time I saved it. No wonder I feel a little cold It's here." In the cold and damp corridor, Owen's two legs outside were rubbing against each other, "Oh, I'm weak! I need to make up for it, but I am a poor person. My mother has told me since I was a child that people from poor families The child has already taken charge, so I have no choice but to charge. How about this, Harry! I won’t plunder the small treasury. You must have money. I don’t want much, just ten thousand galleons at a time~"

"Or you can pay a few more times to prevent possible future accidents, let's put it this way! Harry's bastard is a disaster, and the third grade will definitely be in danger. At that time, I—"

Owen was still rambling, but Sirius' face became colder and colder.

He couldn't hear the boy's threat.

What the fuck had saved Harry a few times, and he'd like to believe that Snape had turned his back on him.

Especially when Owen mentioned that Harry's life was still in danger in the third year.

Sirius finally couldn't bear it any longer. He was so furious that he squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, rushed towards the iron cage crazily, and stretched out his hands to strangle this scourge.

"Oh~ what are you doing~"

"Do people in the Black family like to strangle people? Do you know that humans are resistant to strangulation, and strangulation cannot kill people."

"I warn you, if you touch a hair of Harry, I'll chop you to pieces!"

Sirius, who was deftly dodged by Owen from the spore pinching attack, roared frantically.

"???"

"Knock! Another person who doesn't believe the truth. I didn't do anything that both people and gods are angry with! Why don't you all believe it? In fact, I am a kind and restrained person who is afraid of society and not good at words?" Owen was quite surprised. He rubbed his little head with a headache.

His face was full of helplessness.

And he looked into the eyes of Sirius with a touch of disgust: "Isn't it just throwing a few killing curses and killing a few crumbs of the world, and the reaction is so big?"

"Could it be—Blake? The Knights—err—are you going to be Batterman?"

"What are you talking about?" Sirius' vigilance towards Owen was at its highest, even more so than Voldemort's at this moment.

He couldn't imagine, how could such a little wizard come out of Hogwarts?

Could it be that Grindelwald has been leading Hogwarts for more than ten years?

"If you and your companions can kill these scum from the beginning, perhaps Harry's fate will not change much, but you can at least save the Longbottoms."

"Longbottom? What's wrong with him?" Sirius suddenly felt an ominous premonition when he heard the sound.

That night, he was the first to arrive at the ancestral home of the Potter family. After seeing James lying in a pool of blood, he went crazy and rushed to hunt down Peter Pettigrew. Zkaban.

He didn't even know about Bella's raid on the Longbottoms. He was already in the cage at that time.

And those Death Eaters wouldn't tell him these things.

"It's okay." Owen waved his hand, seemingly casually, but his tone was inexplicably cold and said: "It's just that your sister led a few people to raid the Longbottoms and used the Cruciatus Curse to torture them both crazy. Look. Look, it's not a big deal!"

Owen's slightly mocking tone aroused Sirius' anger again. His brain seemed to explode, and he stared at the boy in front of him with red eyes, and then his gaze shifted to another cage, his relative.

In the Order of the Phoenix, although he has the best relationship with James Lupine, he is also a teammate who fights side by side with the others, and they are all friends who have gone through life and death in adversity.

He even remembered the time when he had been snared by some Death Eaters because of his arrogance, and it was the Lombards who had come to rescue him.

"Look, are you gritting your teeth in regret? What did you do earlier?"

"Alternatively, if you were a little clearer at the time and you could inform other members of the Order of the Phoenix when you went to kill the street rats, maybe the rats would not be alive, and you would have the ability to save those who died in the chaotic years after Voldemort's fall." friends, relatives, comrades in arms.”

Owen still hugged his chest and said bluntly in a sharp reprimanding tone: "Are you hiding in Azkaban? Living a life of inner torment, thinking you are atonement?"

"We can't pay back the mistakes we made. Once we lose it, we can't get it back."

"So you're here to feel sorry for yourself, what's the use of wasting your life?"

He said a lot, but unfortunately the dog in front of him didn't pay much attention to what he said after hearing that the mouse was still alive.

"Okay! It's all in vain. It's a waste of saliva."

Looking at Sirius's red eyes, he knew that he was wasting his energy again.

"What are you talking about! Peter Pettigrew, that traitor, is he still alive?" The big dog's brain seems to be able to hold only this, maybe squatting in this dark cage, his head is like a dead wood, thinking Not too much.

I saw him, staring at Owen viciously, and said in a roaring voice with the heaviest tone: "Is he still alive? He's still alive!"

"Tell me where he is? Where!"