I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 53: Get out of the way, I want to start.

ps: In fact, this chapter should be coordinated with the next chapter.

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Owen suddenly showed a smile, "Actually, I'm a little curious, the honorific title you gave yourself, Dark Lord? Why did you choose this title?"

Voldemort said: "Because they have seen me kill people, they fear me, and those who kneel at my feet call me king."

Owen: "Why were you seen? Did you not kill cleanly enough?"

Voldemort: "What do you mean?"

Owen: "Someone called me that before."

Tom: "And then?"

Owen: "They're all dead."

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"Besides, there are people who are alive who call you Voldemort. There are so many people who call you that. Shouldn't you reflect on why they are still alive?"

"Hehe-hehe-hehehehe-!" Mr. Tom seemed to have heard some funny joke.

Laugh out loud!

Suddenly, he controlled Quirrell's wand, waved his hand, and dispersed the black flames that separated the room.

Then Hannah, George, and Fred, all driven by some force, walked in.

"Owen~" As soon as she walked into the last room, the first thing Hannah saw was Owen sitting on the stone steps with his head tilted.

After she called out to him, her eyes fell on Voldemort.

"Ah~~~"

A sharp cry followed.

Hannah nearly fell.

what did she see!

On the back of Professor Quirrell's head, there was another face, a pale and evil one.It looked like Snape was smiling at her face in women's makeup and foundation.

"Merlin's beard!" Gemini also exclaimed.

Even if the two of them tried their best, they wouldn't have guessed the scene of Erpilian.

Previously, they were the main force in the speculation about Quirrell wearing a scarf on his head, but most of them were stuffed with garlic.

There's a face behind the head, and it's -- just the thought of it is creepy.

"The devil also plays hostage kidnapping?" Owen, who was sitting on the world, looked back, and immediately got up and patted the dust on his buttocks.

"Isn't that what you said? Kill everyone who sees me."

Voldemort smiled grimly.

There seemed to be some kind of green light spots flickering around him, and a cold breath rushed towards his face.

The heat of early summer that spread around them suddenly disappeared.

"Is it Avada again?" Owen's footsteps moved quietly.

After a few steps, he came to Hannah.

Immediately he sighed slightly.

Looking down, I suddenly found that there seemed to be a large pile of black 'sesame' carrying food in the corner.

That's - ants.

"About the Killing Curse, I'm finding more and more that this curse is too restrictive." His abrupt opening drew Voldemort's attention.

"Every time you cast a spell, you have to have a strong hatred for the target - isn't this crazy?"

"Do dark wizards eventually turn into lunatics like you?" Owen raised his head and sneered.

"If you crush an ant to death, do you still have hatred for the ant?"

"This is too ridiculous!" His gray eyes were mocking.

"It's like I never remember the names of the souls who died under my wand. There are too many." Owen's eyes flashed a purple streamer, which was the imprint of ancient magic.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there are countless souls howling.

In Act One, not many wizards survived to the end.

"Huh? You are the first person who dared to say such a thing in front of me." Voldemort used an extremely piercing voice, crazily hitting the eardrums of everyone present.

"Because you're not cruel enough." Owen shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Oh~ Tom! Tom! Tom~~~"

Looking at him from a distance.

"When will you grow up?"

He glanced back.

Then he stretched out his wand and looked at the Mirror of Erised.

The foggy picture vaguely reflected what he was thinking.

Yes, all the Hogwarts wizards were standing beside him.

But what's more important is Irving's appearance.

He was wearing a purple and gold robe, sitting on a huge tall stone chair, hanging his hands and saying hello to Owen in the real world.

"You! You're still too weak." Owen sighed.

It seems that this sentence was not addressed to the faceless monster beside him, but to the one who led the team to attack Hogwarts, like the last prank of some unreasonable middle school girl.

The hero who resisted the White Devil.

Voldemort with the same title.

It was an insult to her.

"Ha—" The ugly thing attached to Quirrell's head was about to laugh out loud.

They say he's crazy.

But isn't this little wizard in front of him crazier than him?

Look what he said.

Owen didn't wait for Voldemort to speak.He just flicked his robe and said in a calm tone, as if asking you what you had for lunch: "What you have done can only be described in a simple and crude word."

"--fail!"

"Now, I will personally define success."

"And you, you will look up to my creations with sincerity and fear."

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Needless to say, just like ants, destroy them!

"Avada—"

"Demand for life!!!"

Two voices, one big and one small, one old and one young, one hoarse and one crisp.

sounded almost simultaneously.

The two green lights collided instantly and intertwined.

"You are as humble as an ant, why are you competing with me for glory?"

In almost a second, Owen's Killing Curse was suppressed to the position where it stuck to his wand.

"You are so shameless in your talk, you are such a lowly person."

"Is this what Dumbledore taught you?"

"Answer me!" Tom was furious. No one had ever dared to challenge his authority.

With his crazy roar, he wants to turn into the most evil beast in the night, and all the depression of this year will be released today.

"interesting."

But Owen responded to him with the same mocking face.

His peripheral vision swept over Hannah and the others.

Then bent down at almost ninety degrees, raised his head, and directly broke the killing curse that was entangled with it.

Green light flew over his head.

The turbulent wind whistled his robe.

"Every road that can be called a great cause must have doubts and obstacles. I don't expect you to understand, but—you must surrender."

The violent magical energy in his left hand poured into the wand in his right hand, and a thick purple lightning suddenly shot out from the tip of Owen's wand.

"Crack!"

The purple lightning instantly cut off most of the stone pillars in the hall.

And show its most majestic side to Voldemort.

This is the strongest ancient magic he has mastered at this stage.

It is also the limit that can be displayed.

"What are you still doing? Are you blind? Can't you see my big shining eyes giving signals like crazy?"

"Don't run away!" Hannah and the Weasley twins, who were scolded by Owen, were taken aback for a moment, and then woke up like a dream.

Turn around and run.

"It's okay, run, he can't catch up."

Owen said calmly while leading the two of them to escape while casting a magic spell behind him.

"Hogwarts is full of restrictions, he can't apparate, relying on his legs, he is an eighth-level cripple, I guess Quirrell's body should have reached the brink of collapse, otherwise he would never break through the level ahead of time, steal Take the Sorcerer's Stone.

So how can you outrun us? "

Owen was triumphant.

Brother, maybe magic can't beat you, but it can't beat your body?

Our original parts, can't outperform the second-hand assembled goods saved by your trash guy?

e=(o｀*)))Alas

I once dreamed of twenty-eight thousand a day~

But who knows it's afternoon~

The moon outside the window is a bit cold~

I thought it was still dawn~

Du road~du road~du road~blocked road~~grass! ~

Du road~du road~du road~blocked road~~grass! ~

I ~ poor vacation ~

no~la~