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Chapter 54: I'm lying down, you can do whatever you want

Owen approached Voldemort with a straight face and a French military salute.

"Oh~" Old Tom, who was brought back to his senses by Owen's roar, looked at the little wizard walking towards him with a joking face and whispered: "That's not what you said just now."

"Hey~" Owen waved his hand, "Who is still young and frivolous? Besides, I was able to run away just now - ah - no - I didn't feel your bastard spirit."

As he spoke, Owen gradually lowered his raised hands.

"I have come back from a lost track, and I regret it!"

"The Dark Lord will definitely forgive the prank of an eleven-year-old child!"

He said jokingly.

Then he suddenly shouted behind Voldemort: "Hey, grandpa, why are you here?"

No matter whether his clumsy attempt to attack the east or the west was successful or not.

Anyway, at the critical moment, Owen quickly reached into his pocket, took out a bag, and threw it towards Voldemort.

Then he turned around and squatted down, covering his ears.

————

Across the sky, the cloth bag stained with dirt was spinning and moving.

Open slowly.

A strange thing that looked like an old and ugly baby was revealed.

That's Mandrake.

Hannah recognized the magical plant at a glance.

Hermione was stunned for a second and then read out the name of the plant.

"Everyone, cover your ears." The two of them shouted almost at the same time.

And around them were a group of little wizards who still didn't understand the situation.

I was startled by the sound.

Then I subconsciously chose to do it.

Yes, that's right, what Owen threw out was the only mandrake that Professor Sprout introduced from Europe this spring.

She plans to breed this precious magical plant in Hogwarts.

Owen also saw this mature mandrake when he was drinking tea in the greenhouse.

Of course, the professor would not be so mad as to let a young wizard take care of such a dangerous magical plant.

But this does not prevent Irving from knowing how to 'use' it.

Don't underestimate this plant, its cry in its infancy can make a wizard faint.

In the mature stage, the deafening cry of terror is even more deadly.

That's why he deliberately walked towards Voldemort in order not to cause fatal harm to Harry and the others.

It's a pity that I don't know why Professor Sprout didn't collect the Ming Dynasty biting cabbage.

This is probably because the senior who was more than a hundred years ago was too presumptuous and was expelled from Hogwarts along with this obedient magical plant?

"Hmph! Is this your last resort?"

"a pot of flower?"

"boom!"

After a violent explosion.

Then came Voldemort's silly "hey hey hey" laughter.

Okay~

There’s no other way┐(-??;)┌.

He watched helplessly as he lowered his hands and fired a magic spell that turned Professor Sprout's treasures into fireworks.

He really tried his best.

Unfortunately, before I even left the Novice Village, Guandi Bos came to block the door.

This leaves Owen to find someone to reason with.

The most hateful thing is that my protective grandfather is not here yet!

I’ve improved my favorability for a whole semester!

Blood loss!

knock!

Owen stubbornly raised his head and stood up again.

Then, in Old Tom's puzzled eyes, he began to dust himself with fear.

And tinker with your own hairstyle.

"Dumbledore, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!" He whispered in a low voice.

He raised his hands and made an international friendly gesture towards Voldemort.

"Humph! There is no joy in life, no fear in death. Eleven years later, I am a good man again!"

"Hairless Tom! I will x you x!!"

In previous lives, those who bluntly said that when a nuclear bomb came, they would quickly find a wall with their back to the nuclear explosion, and then raise their middle finger to the sky.

Because this will make the vaporized figure remain on the wall. If future generations see this wall, they will definitely be moved by your interesting soul, and then raise the same gesture as you in admiration, for you

pay tribute.

And now it seems that the time has come.

No matter how you say it!

If Dumbledore or his grandfather saw the corpse of their interesting grandson, they would definitely cry, laugh, and shed tears of regret.

This way you can live in their memory forever.

Thus gaining a different kind of eternal life!

"It seems you have no more tricks to play." Voldemort didn't care about Owen's curse before he died.

Everyone is going to die.

Can't you just let people scold you?

I am not the kind of person who is narrow-minded.

Well - this is what he thinks.

"What an interesting man." The Dark Lord said his final comments to Owen.

A dazzling green light then lit up.

Everything ends~

"No--"

"Owen!"

"No~~~"

"damn it--"

A strong halo of light shone on the faces of the little wizards.

No matter what thoughts they had before, there was only one thing that remained constant, that is, an outstanding little wizard like Owen should never die here.

In other words, they never thought that he would die one day.

Especially Hermione.

The little witch's eyes widened and she stared in front of her in disbelief.

Until the green light obscured her entire sight.

I don't know whether it was the strong light that hurt her eyes, or some other reason, but a trace of crystal clear tears streaked from the corner of her eyes.

Falling in the wind.

The teardrops reflected the figure of Death.

It also reflects the proud figure who refuses to surrender to death.

Then----

Ahem————

What followed was probably crying and she was forced to hold it back.

Because, a strange person, whom she had never seen before, suddenly appeared in front of Owen.

That was a wizard who looked to be about the same age as Dumbledore.

Short gray hair.

Wearing a double-breasted black windbreaker, dark blue tight trousers, and leather boots.

Wearing a black gemstone ring with a certain pattern on the third finger of her left hand.

Just the temperament he exudes can make people think of all the words related to gentlemen.

The only strange thing about his body was the reddish-brown gauze wrapped around his neck.

how to say.

The color doesn't seem to match him very well.

More like, the kind of fancy colors that Dumbledore would only like if he were a dandy old man.

"You want to kill my grandson?" the man said coldly.

"Who are you?"

Voldemort frowned slightly and looked warily at the wizard who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Perhaps it was his misunderstanding, but he actually felt an unprecedented pressure from this person.

The powerful magical aura that only existed in Dumbledore appeared on the wizard in front of him.

What surprised him even more was that the man easily deflected his killing curse with just a wave of his wand, as if he was just waving his hand to ward off flies.

When was the Killing Curse deflected?

"You should have a certain respect for your seniors."

"Young man." The man said coldly, and then took out a white cub from his arms.

"I originally wanted to ask Newt to give it to you on my behalf." He handed the little guy in his hand to Owen.
Chapter completed!
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