I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 52 Voldemort, let’s talk!

Ok!

As the vanguard of the Hogwarts Death Squad, the Weasley Twins would appear here. Although Owen was surprised, he didn't find it surprising.

Even if they could find out the secret room one day, he wouldn't be surprised.

What annoyed him was why these two guys appeared before the final level.

Who spread the Raiders out.

If everyone can easily break through, not to mention the face of the professors.

Simply speaking, how does this breakthrough reflect his awesomeness?

knock!

"Come on, you guys just stay here." Owen held a potion that could pass through flames.A tired expression.

Now, nothing in front of him would surprise him.

Even if Dumbledore and Voldemort were sitting and drinking tea, he could face it calmly.

"I'm with you—"

"No." Owen interrupted Hannah's eagerness to try, the little girl is a bit reckless today!

I'm afraid you're not some Gryffindor pretending to be a Gryffindor!

"There's only one bottle of potion," he said, and then he threw back his head and drank the liquid in the small bottle.

Then, he rushed into the flames burning outside the last room.

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Um.

Since coming to Hogwarts.

The most embarrassing thing Owen has ever heard about witch students is being peeped at by a ghost while going to the bathroom in the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

God knows what a driven ghost could do.

Of course, this is just a rumor.

Owen had never used the toilet in the girls' bathroom.

But today, this most embarrassing Hogwarts record was about to be broken.

Because, damn it, he actually saw another person standing beside Quirrell.

An old man with a white beard.

Cosplay Santa Claus is an old man who doesn't even need makeup.

Albus Dumbledore.

"Hehe, let me just say it! I won't be surprised no matter what happens." Owen tucked his throat, his cheeks twitched, watching the scene in front of him.

Did Dumbledore put himself in the Mirror of Erised?Staring at Voldemort and taking the bait?

I have to say, this method is really coquettish.

However, after a few more careful looks.

Owen soon discovered that Dumbledore in the distance seemed a little abnormal.

First of all, there is no smell on the body.

As we all know, Dumbledore during this period was due to his favorite food with a relatively strong smell.

Therefore, Owen could ask him about the smell of red oil and peanut butter from eight feet away.

But right now, this one, "Sniff"

No smell at all.

Moreover, why is there a big box at his feet?

Um—well, how does that box look like the box containing Boggarts given to him by his grandfather?

--hiss--

oh~~~

Dumbledore hid him in the Mirror of Erised in the Boggart Box.

It turned out that what Voldemort was most afraid of was the old man with the white beard!

What a bad idea!

Really.

Naughty!

What about the Sorcerer's Stone?

Suddenly, Owen remembered meeting Dumbledore yesterday, his pockets were bulging.

"Ahem~ Mr. Voldemort, are you okay~"

The surrounding air was so embarrassing that people just wanted to pick their feet.

For the air index that might drop, Owen took the lead in breaking the tranquility.

"Avada Kedavra!!!"

A flash of green light shot from Quirrell's wand, tearing the poor Boggart to shreds in an instant.

"Er—that, is it private or public?" Owen glanced at his own Bogut, who had been turned into ashes and had only played twice.

Then he looked at the box again.knock!It is so hard!None of this is bad!

Then he said casually: "Five hundred Galleons, I promise not to tell my grandfather about this!"

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"Grandpa?" Quirrell turned around suddenly.

The scarf on his head fell down.

Then, an ugly, noseless face that seemed to be drawn on with chalk, appeared in Owen's sight.

"Oh~~~ It's Mr. Voldemort!" Owen sighed hypocritically.

"have you eaten?"

"???"

One question almost shattered Voldemort's CPU.

"You can tell by the look on your face that you didn't even eat lunch and you came here to bite Dumbledore's fishhook. Oh, I have to say, you villains! You are really pitiful."

"I'm so worried every day that I can't even eat my daily meals on time."

"No wonder, I see you look malnourished."

"Hmph! Sharp teeth and sharp mouth." The hoarse voice of Voldemort, who looked inhuman, sounded. "Owen Sanchez, I was surprised to know that you came back alive."

He didn't seem to be angry. After seeing Owen return safely, his interest in him grew day by day.

This little wizard has great potential.

He even has the potential to become a new generation of Dark Lord besides Grindelwald and himself.

"It's nothing unexpected, after all, there are people above us." Owen shrugged his shoulders, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden, and said lightly: "As Dumbledore's favorite boy, how could it be easy for the dog to take him with him?" Woolen cloth?"

"Oh—that's not likely." Voldemort stared at Owen with his glowing red eyes.He continued coldly, "I'll give you a chance now."

"Surrender to me, surrender to the greatest wizard, or die under my wand."

"Zuzu——I said Xiaotang! Your level of recruiting is too bad, you should draw cakes first! Otherwise, why should they follow you?"

"And I guess Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts today, is he?" He found a step and sat down.

"You're a smart man, Owen." The hoarse voice sounded.

"Thank you, I think so too." He greeted, "Then how do you know that Dumbledore's departure from Hogwarts was not part of the plan?"

"What do you mean?" Voldemort's face changed a little when he said this.

And Owen—he was still so casual, "What if at this time, the Order of the Phoenix has rushed from all directions to surround this place?"

"Maybe the Mirror of Erised in front of you is actually a portkey. Just wait for Dumbledore's army, and as soon as the large army arrives, they will kill them."

"Don't say, he can't do it. If Dumbledore can hide a Boggart in the magic mirror, can it be turned into a portkey?"

"Mr. Tom!" Owen held the wand in his right hand, and casually clicked on some of the more abrupt scenes around him, such as the magic mirror, the box, and the stone over there.

"You! It's dangerous!"

"Hmph!" As Lord Voldemort, a master of tongue who had bewitched many idiot wizards, he certainly would not be disturbed by Owen's words.

After all, it was no small matter to make Dumbledore leave the castle.

It was his handwriting.

"I feel more and more now that you have great potential." He said hoarsely.

"right?"

"Since the Dark Lord is so calm, he seems to be confident! Why don't we talk about it? The greatest wizard should not be afraid of a little wizard."

"Are you an ordinary little wizard?" Maybe Voldemort was really interested in Owen, but he didn't refuse, but said bluntly in a similarly equal tone.

"It's not very ordinary."

I will arrange for the protagonist to dress up as a woman as soon as possible————————————

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