Owen's guess was absolutely correct.

Although he received a lot of unicorn blood to recover, the injury he suffered last time was still too severe.

Quirrell's small body could no longer support Voldemort, a leech sucking out life force.

After a few steps, he began to breathe heavily.

Owen was even worried that he passed right over without taking a breath.

From wizard chess, to flying keys, to under the devil's vine.

Everything went so smoothly.

They always maintained a safe distance from Quirrell.

But just when Owen was about to raise his wand to open the eyes of the devil's vine above his head.

Suddenly, a boy screamed from above.

"No—Hermione!"

Owen didn't wait for a reaction.

His nerves were tense, and all his attention was focused on the eighth-level disabled Quirrell. Therefore, there was nothing more important than the Devil's Vine.

Suddenly, the little witch Hermione fell from the sky and landed on him.

The thigh wrapped in gray stockings flew out with his wand as soon as he touched it.

"ah!"

Hermione screamed.

Then he touched his arm.

Why?

Not hurt!

She was feeling lucky when she raised her eyes and met Hannah's big shocked eyes.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two women said in unison.

"Why can't I come? You can go wherever you want?" Miss Hannah stared and said unceremoniously.

It was obvious that she didn't understand the situation, and she was getting into a mood with Hermione at this critical moment of life and death with her lips pouted.

"I-I can go wherever I want whenever I want?" Hermione frowned slightly.

We were obviously good sisters before, why is she so angry today?

Just when he was about to open his mouth to retort, he suddenly heard a muffled shout coming from beneath him: "No—you didn't."

"So can you take your legs off my head?"

"Ah! Owen, are you okay?" Hannah came to her senses, hurriedly stepped forward, pushed Hermione away, and then helped Owen up from the ground with stars spinning in front of his eyes.

"I...remember it's clearly noon! Why are there so many stars?" Owen's mind went blank after being kicked offline by Hermione.

He was so dizzy that he needed Hannah's support even when he was standing.

At this moment, another one fell down from above.

It's Harry.

Hannah had the foresight to pull Owen away quickly.

"No - Harry~"

A scream came from above.

"Who - who is killing the pig? Is dinner ready? Why didn't you call me?" Owen blinked heavily, unable to see anything clearly in his gray vision.

And - I always feel like something is missing from my hands.

Why?

Where is my magic wand?

"Oh~~~Another acquaintance is here." This was a cold call. Everyone's attention was focused on him.

——Even if he is disabled at the eighth level, Quirrell has already caught up.

Although his legs were shaking, his face was pale, and he was still walking backwards.

However, it is more than enough to catch up with Owen and the others, who have been delayed for a long time.

"Stop trembling and walk faster, you loser." Voldemort scolded angrily.

Quirrell quickly said respectfully and tremblingly: "Master, I -"

"Okay, trash, shut up, now is not the time for you to talk."

"???"

————

"It seems you are at the end of your rope?"

After taking a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart, Voldemort walked slowly over with his normal expression.

Facing so many little wizards, he seemed to want to show off his elegance.

It's a pity that no matter what temperament he has, it doesn't match his ugly face.

Let everything turn into a horror movie.

"Owen~~~" Looking at Voldemort's terrifying face, fear finally defeated Hannah's dissatisfaction with Hermione. Her voice trembled slightly, she grabbed Owen's arm and called softly.

"Don't be afraid-" Owen, who had regained some of his normal brain functions, finally became more awake.

He glanced at Sora's hands.

Facing Voldemort...

"You can do it without a wand."

"It's not like I can't cast spells without a wand." He said calmly, and with a slight flick of his head, the broken hair on his forehead immediately returned to his original handsome hairstyle.

"But -" Hannah tugged on Owen's arm, "Harry and the others are here too."

"???"

Hearing the sound, Owen quickly turned around.

Sure enough, they found Harry who was stunned beside him, and Hermione who had weird eyes and a little color on her cheeks.

Oh~ Of course, there are also the sounds of pig slaughtering in my ears.

"No - not afraid!" He swallowed. "It's just to protect a few more people. I can fight!"

The result was just as he finished speaking.

An unlucky egg fell from above my head.

Black hair, wearing a brown bow tie.

Yes, Jarvis...

Um—Irving is a little embarrassed.

However, he still held on and glared at Voldemort, not wanting to be at a disadvantage: "No...it's okay. There are only one, two, three, five, or six people who can - fight."

"But-" Hannah still hesitated.

"It doesn't matter! There are six of us here, and he is only one. Before he kills us, we may not be able to fight back."

"No matter what! The battle strength is one to six! The advantage is mine!"

Owen shouted loudly, trying to boost the morale of the little wizards present.

But just when everyone's expressions improved a little, suddenly, a voice came from above everyone's heads!

The voice that was still chanting the incantation——

Someone is casting a spell.

"Fire is raging!!!"

Then the devil's net was torn apart again.

Like a hen laying eggs, four or five figures fell down with a "plop, plop".

"Forehead--"

Owen's face was as white as snow.

Watching, Ron Neville, Seamus and Malfoy got up from the ground...

have to!
To be continued...