I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 494: Death of a Wizard

It took Owen some effort to pull out the young dead root from Bella's neck.

Behind him, Hermione pulled a glass jar from her waist pocket and put the fungus-like mass into it.

"So this is it?" Owen didn't show any disgust and just sat on the ground.

He looked up at Bella, who was sweating all over and looked like she had been fished out of the river.

"A means of control." The woman said weakly, and then immediately began to breathe heavily.

"Hmph - monsters are indeed more obedient than humans." Owen sneered.

He scoffed at Voldemort's methods.

An organization that relies solely on fear will not survive for long.

People have subjective initiative. Only when others feel that there is room for advancement and a future by following you will they be willing to work for you. Otherwise, the organization will be close to disintegration.

And if you still control others and threaten their lives, they will rebel.

Unless your race is Zerg.

Obviously, he couldn't ask Voldemort to learn the Muggle organizational structure.

Playing around with terrorism is already the limit of his intelligence.

Now, our senior Tom has the idea of ​​establishing a 'hive' consciousness.

It has to be said that Voldemort is really moving further and further down the path of becoming a monster.

Suddenly Owen remembered something and said, "I met the [Pretenders] in Egypt. They don't seem to be controlled by anything!"

Refer to the voodoo high priest Lavie. In order to seize her and Hermione's bodies, she won over other [pretenders] and organized a huge sacrificial activity. If she had absolute control over the [pretenders] she created, why would she bother with this?

This shows that she has absolutely no control over the [Pretender] she created.

"He modified the magic." Bella weakly took out a large jar of potion from her arms and swallowed it in a few gulps. Obviously, she was prepared.

After taking the potion, her condition began to improve, and the blue and white color on her face suddenly became much less.

"Dead Roots is completely different from the previous method of creating Pretenders." She explained, "The magic power is hidden in the Dead Roots."

"I see. It's just like the Dark Mark." Owen glanced at the pattern on Bella's left arm that looked like leprechauns.

It was an enormous skeleton, made up of countless emerald green star-like things. A huge python emerged from the skeleton's mouth, like a tongue.

This is an extremely complicated and powerful spell.

It wouldn't even be an exaggeration to call it a curse.

Voldemort has a certain influence on Death Eaters who have this mark. He can feel the location of Death Eaters who touch the Dark Mark on his left arm, and can also punish them through the mark, such as making them feel burning pain.

Obviously, the [Dead Roots] cultivated by Voldemort should have a similar effect.

Even scarier.

After figuring everything out, Owen suddenly looked at Bella jokingly, "You're defecting!"

Her current behavior is equivalent to running to Dumbledore's camp and asking him to remove the mark shortly after being given the Dark Mark by the Dark Lord.

Maybe Voldemort won't find out immediately, but he will be discovered sooner or later.

This is blatant betrayal.

"Oh - no, you are becoming more and more feminine now, not like the crazy person before - well, well - you must have been living a shameless life with our dear sixteen-year-old senior Tom in the past year to recuperate. How can this be considered betrayal?"

Owen paused, his eyes as sharp as a knife swept across Bella's face, and continued: "But it seems that you can no longer return to the Death Eaters' camp. And you may be hunted by them again."

"We can keep it secret for a while." Bellatrix held up the fir tree behind her with one hand, held her wand with the other, and barely propped herself up and stood up.

"For a while?" Owen raised his eyebrows and stood up from the ground, his eyes revealing a bit of teasing and disdain.

This woman's current behavior is undoubtedly dancing with swords.

She had no idea how terrible ancient magic was, let alone what methods Voldemort, who had already mastered some of this power, had.

However——Owen's mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc.

Who cares? What does her death have to do with me?

"Okay." Owen rubbed his neck and said, "I don't think you came here just for yourself."

"What other purpose is there?"

Hearing this, Bellatrix's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Of course I have my own purpose." She said in a slow and fanatical tone, "The wisdom of the Dark Lord is beyond your imagination."

"He just needs time and silence."

"Oh?" Owen raised his eyebrows and chuckled. For the sixteen-year-old - oh no - if he was resurrected last year, he would be seventeen this year.

Owen had no desire to know Tom's plan.

The reason is simple. In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are useless.

He didn't think that a broken soul whose only memory was when Voldemort was sixteen years old could stir up any waves.

Not to mention the confrontation with Dumbledore, I'm afraid it's still a question whether he can beat Bella now - or even beat Hermione.

Miss Granger can be said to be standing on the shoulders of giants. Judging from her current growth trajectory, it is only a matter of time before she surpasses legendary wizards such as Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Perhaps she could reach the level of a legendary wizard in her twenties.

Harry and the others should not be underestimated.

So he really couldn't imagine how the young senior Tom could gain power and experience that surpassed the legendary wizard in just a few years.

"I was hoping you could help deal with the [Death Root] in some of the Death Eaters who are loyal to the Dark Lord."

"Sure!" Owen said bluntly.

The decisiveness surprised Bellatrix. She had thought that the other party would definitely make some harsh demands.

I'm ready to pay a heavy price.

I didn't expect that he would agree so quickly.

"but--"

Bellatrix's face changed and she exclaimed inwardly, "As expected."

"Two requests," Owen said. "First, Voldemort has a family heirloom called the Gaunt Ring. Find it and bring it to me."

"Second, Voldemort will definitely take action soon. I need to know his next plan."

Bellatrix looked at the boy and simply said calmly, "Okay."

Hearing the sound, Owen took out a small glass bottle from his waist pocket, squeezed a few drops of blood from his index finger into the bottle, and handed it to Bellatrix.

"You know how to use it."

"Ok!"

The transaction was completed, Owen turned around and took Hermione and the others to open the Forbidden Forest.

He remained silent all the way.

Harry and Ron, on the other hand, were like a pot of boiling water, and kept chattering and asking why Bellatrix would make a deal with Owen. Is she one of ours?

Hermione explained patiently.

Blame it all on Dumbledore.

Of course. In the little witch's understanding, this was indeed Dumbledore's plan.

Irving is just the executor.

What she didn't know was that the plan was led by Owen and proposed to Dumbledore.

Harry and Ron were unsurprisingly shocked when they learned the 'truth'.

The two of them widened their eyes and looked at Owen in disbelief.

My belief in Dumbledore's "cleverness and wisdom" was instantly strengthened countless times.

Oh my God - this method of developing the opponent's most trusted subordinate into one's own is simply unheard of.

In addition to admiration, there was also a sense of fear in their hearts.

After all, such a thing is really too horrifying.

This was a serious blow to Deng’s glorious image.

Five minutes later, they were back on the covered bridge.

Owen had no plans to go back to the lounge immediately. He had to find Dumbledore and report what he had just seen.

Hermione chose to go with him.

Harry and Ron returned to the common room.

Ten minutes later, he and Hermione walked out of the headmaster's office.

There's nothing much to say.

Bellatrix did not send any intelligence this time, and they could not deduce anything.

Before leaving, Old Dumbledore took the seedling of [Dead Roots] from Hermione.

The two separated after leaving the principal's office.

They need to digest what happened today.

In a blink of an eye, the night passed.

<divclass="contentadv">Last night, Hufflepuff was noisy again.

The reason was that a few young wizards of Muggle origin had a quarrel with the pure-blood wizards led by Ernie.

Hufflepuff is the most approachable house in Hogwarts, and it also has the largest number of young wizards of Muggle descent.

On the contrary, pure-blood wizards like Ernie are rare.

Obviously, Ernie was defeated in this oral gymnastics because he was outnumbered.

He became furious and started fighting.

In the end, it was Hannah who took action personally to calm the situation.

But she just comforted everyone.

The contradiction still exists.

In this struggle, Irving chose to stand aside and watch from beginning to end, because he knew very well that words could not change anything. All he could do now was to wait!

He believed that a new storm would soon blow.

Morning—In the auditorium.

Today is the weekend and also the day of the DA rally.

The time is set at ten in the morning.

Lasts until 4pm.

There will be a one-hour break for lunch.

At eight o'clock, Owen was already sitting in a chair at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall.

Koyatel was sitting next to him.

The atmosphere in the lounge was a little strange.

In the past half month, there have been earth-shaking changes.

As a non-Hogwarts student, it was difficult for her to play any role in it.

This made the girl a little upset, as the atmosphere among the group was no longer as harmonious as it had been last semester.

She didn't want to stay in the lounge, so she went to the auditorium with Owen.

In fact, the atmosphere of the four major colleges in Hogwarts has changed, simply because Hufflepuff has the most wizards of Muggle descent.

Now it seems that Slytherin is the most stable.

Although they were also split into two camps because of supporting Voldemort and standing aside.

This is not a good sign.

Owen knew in his heart that the wizarding world was about to split.

If child wizards become like this, what about adult wizards?

In the final analysis, half-bloods and Muggle-blooded wizards and witches now make up the majority of the magical world, and pure-bloods are only a small minority. And they are not that pure-blooded. For hundreds of years, there have always been some Muggle blood mixed in with pure-blood families. This is something that no one can change.