I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 24 The first experience with the Dark Lord

The principal's office—on the dazzling table, where there were all kinds of strange things, there is a new leaf sprout.

It was specially chosen by Owen as a gift to the principal.

He transplanted a pot of golden dandelions from the open space outside the castle.

Don't ask, there is no other meaning.

Only—as the fox said: the wheat field has nothing to do with me, which is really frustrating.

However, you have blonde hair.

Just think how wonderful it would be if you tamed me!

I'll love the wind in the rye - because it doesn't remind me of you, golden hair.

As it happens, his grandpa had blond hair when he was young

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To - Gellert.

Dumbledore picked up the gilt quill on the table, his blue eyes were clear.

It's like falling into memories.He picked up the pen and didn't write a word for a long time.

He always thought in his heart that he had destroyed one demon king with one hand, and let the other go.And now—just like 50 years ago, he had to devote his energy to dealing with one demon king, and might let the next one go.

Owen Sanchez.

Could he be the next one?

This kind of contemplation continued for a long time, until the cry of a phoenix pulled him out of his memories.

Then, Dumbledore seemed to have made up his mind, his notes were full of ink and warmth, he touched the letter paper, and wrote the first sentence to him in 46 years: how are you doing recently?

The sun outside the window rose high from the east, dispelling the last trace of chill in the morning.

until the sun shines.

Suddenly there was a loud phoenix cry in the sky.

That's Dumbledore's Phoenix.

With an outstanding figure, Fox, holding a letter that should have been sent 46 years ago, passed Hogwarts Castle, passed the quiet Black Lake, and flew into the distance.

Flew in the direction they had agreed upon on the plains of Godric's Hollow.

"He must have known."

During Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell's eyes gradually panicked, begged, and worried. A series of emotional changes made him almost unable to pretend.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his head.

He wanted to use Voldemort's power to become an influential figure in the magic world, or to be more self-righteous, learn a few powerful magics from Voldemort, and then report him to become a real savior.

So—Quirinas Quirrell, in the forests of Albania, he voluntarily opened his soul to accept parasitism.

After all, in Voldemort's state at the time - he could only parasitize snakes with little wisdom, and he couldn't even parasitize large mammals, how could he deal with an elite wizard.

But now—one wrong step, one wrong step, he has already regretted this decision.

Voldemort was much more terrifying than he imagined, and there was no way he could deal with the most powerful dark wizard in history.

"Owner--"

Quirrell, who was at a loss, awakened Voldemort, who was stealing behind his head, with inexplicable excitement.

"Quiet." Without Quirrell waking him up, Voldemort had already woken up from the moment he started to think wildly against his trash.

"Yes."

Hearing the voice that came out of his heart suddenly, Quirrell's face instantly returned to his previous submissive look.

Of course, if you look carefully, you can clearly see a different kind of light flashing in his eyes.

"Professor? What's wrong with you?" Owen has been observing Quirrell's face. He doesn't believe that Voldemort will suddenly jump over the wall and give him a green light.

However, in line with the mentality of watching a little fun, just watching a little fun, Owen's eyes never left Quirrell's eyes.

Even the slightest change was noticed by him.

'Ouch!Is it so obvious? Owen almost laughed out loud. Voldemort was parasitized on an iron wolf, and Dumbledore thought it was a diehard Death Eater. This is somewhat black and absurd.

Our Professor Quirrell never seems to realize that the more abnormal he behaves, the less Dumbledore will touch him, because it will give people an illusion.

It's like he is the death squad, vanguard, and most loyal subordinate of a certain dark devil. Of course, Lao Dengtou will choose to continue to play the long game to catch the big fish.

After all, Dumbledore never dreamed that Voldemort would play tricks with him.

"It's okay." Quirrell's tone of voice suddenly had a different taste.

"A good little wizard like you is not common."

Owen reacted almost immediately, it was not Quirrell who was talking now, but Voldemort who was stealing from his extremely smart brain.

Wow!

First experience with the Dark Lord!

Although he and the Dark Lord are comrades-in-arms fighting side by side in the first round, it doesn't mean that he approves of his pure blood philosophy.

There was really nowhere to go. Apart from the Death Eaters, there were only two organizations left in Britain, the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic.

First, let's kick off the Order of the Phoenix, which is all transgender, and second, let's set our sights on the Ministry of Magic.

No way, no way!Wouldn't someone really go to work after traveling to the magical world?

Therefore, it was not that Owen chose the Death Eaters, but that he had no choice!

"Excellent?" Owen said shyly, "It's okay, there was still a magic genius like me 1000 years ago."

"?" Voldemort, a hero of the generation, was taken aback by such a shameless speech. He didn't remember who the other boy was against?

"Merlin! My grandfather told me since I was a child that only Merlin can barely compare my talent. He said that I am the reincarnation of Merlin or something."

"Ouch! How could I be the reincarnation of Merlin!"

"I don't like men." Owen talked eloquently, like a husky that had taken off the rein, and couldn't find the north, south, east, and west in a moment of arrogance.

"Haha—is that so?" Voldemort looked at the boastful, 11-year-old Owen, and there was a wave of turmoil in his heart. After all, his name can be said to be famous in the UK. Really, I don't know what to say.

For a time, his interest in Owen dropped by half. He originally thought he was a malleable talent, but now it seems that he is just an idiot who forgot about it after learning a few spells.

"Really, I won't lie to you, the love story between Merlin and King Arthur back then, it was really tearful and heartbreaking." (Reference: British drama "Legend of Merlin")

Owen looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle pretending to be sad, "We have Merlin on our heads, we cannot escape fate, we cannot escape love. Everything is preordained."

"So life! Why is it bitter like a song?"

Owen's eyes revealed three parts coolness, three parts sneer and four parts indifference.

A pair of fan-shaped eyes, through the long history of magic.

This article is full of absurd words, and only in the dead of night can one read a single word between the lines.

abuse!

ah!A big knife slashed at the history of magic, and Yamei was all to blame for not getting off to a good start.

Today. It seems that there is nothing to know, hey!After not being able to touch fish, the whole person is depressed, thinking that the boss is still making money, my heart is bleeding, ahhhhh~~~~~ The boss needs me, I want to contribute the surplus value to the boss, hemp egg, Why do I have to pay the electricity bill when I turn on the air conditioner in my house?