Chapter 140 Halloween

"This is such a waste of time, Owen." Tom wrote in beautiful handwriting, "If you can find me a little wizard, I can teach you the spell right away..."

"You want me to do something to my classmates?" Owen raised his eyebrows and replied in the same beautiful font.

"So what? You can find a Mudblood to clean up this school that they have made so messy." Tom's reply was nonchalant.

"Isn't that good, Tom."

"What's wrong? Owen, we are ferocious beasts, but we have to restrain our fangs and claws and stay among the weak and miserable sheep. But ferocious beasts will never turn into sheep. Occasionally, we will tear off the disguise and steal a few.

Isn't it normal to have a lamb?" Tom asked, "It's just our nature, isn't it?"

"I admit that I have such a nature, and some terrible thoughts often emerge in my heart." Owen looked at the increasingly dark jungle with an expressionless face, "But the most essential difference between humans and animals is not that humans can control themselves.

His nature? Those controlled by desires and instincts are just miserable beasts."

"We are who we are, and we don't need to be bound by human beings' narrow vision and vulgar ideas, Owen." Tom's handwriting appeared smoothly but coldly on the yellowed page one by one, "Why bother to suppress yourself?

What? Or are you still hiding a shameful weakness in your heart, thinking that you can still turn back? "

Owen lowered his eyes and looked at his pale and slender hands, as well as the faint cyan veins under his skin, and said with a calm expression: "I can't look back, and I won't look back."

"I really saw you right, Owen, we are the same kind." Tom wrote, "Look, you are clearly facing the shadow of Hai Erbo, but you have never been too anxious to find him, but let him go to a certain extent.

He grows and develops unscrupulously...you can clearly take more proactive and effective measures to catch him."

"I knew at that time that your restless heart was actually longing for a change that would make things exciting, wasn't it? You have been longing to get rid of this boring status quo, but you have to be careful, don't because

Your laissez-faire has made things irreversible." He advised with a soft touch, "You can put this energy on other things, such as stealing a lamb..."

Looking at the writings that appeared line by line in the diary, Owen was a little distracted. After being reminded by Tom, he came to his senses. Perhaps he had been reluctant to get involved in the crown matter, not entirely because it had nothing to do with him.

But you are secretly looking forward to new fun?

Thinking of last year's grand but no-audience final performance, the joy and satisfaction of freely controlling the fate of the characters on a carefully constructed stage, Owen felt his heart beat slightly faster.

"Yes, I am pursuing gorgeous and grand performances, giving people wild surprises or terrifying fears. This has always been my wish and has never changed!" Owen murmured to himself,

His eyes became brighter and brighter, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened.

"You are right, Tom, I am indeed pursuing something that will make me feel excited and happy." He narrowed his eyes contentedly and wrote, "Thank you for reminding me, I almost lost my mind these days. However,

Forget about letting me get you a lamb right under the shepherd's nose."

"If you really want to be targeted by Dumbledore, I wouldn't mind wearing a bow on you and giving it to him as a Christmas gift." Owen joked.

"You are just too cautious, Owen. Dumbledore is actually not that scary." Tom replied nonchalantly, "But if you insist..."

Owen shook his head slightly. The memory of Tom in the diary was at the age of sixteen, and he did have the aura of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. And the Voldemort in the crown has experienced more experience and growth, and has achieved extraordinary achievements in the field of magic.

As he became more successful, he became more aware of Dumbledore's terror, and as he became more powerful, he hid himself tightly.

"Speaking of which, Tom, don't you think it's boring to bully the weak? It's really more fun to have fun with the villain." Owen jokingly wrote, "It's decided, let's go punish the villain and eliminate the evil together!"

"?" Tom slowly typed a question mark, and after a long time he said, "It's up to you." There was a hint of speechlessness and arrogance between the lines.

After wandering around the Forbidden Forest for a while and hunting an Acromantula again, Owen took his diary and walked out of the Forbidden Forest, while continuing to communicate with Tom.

"Tom, if you absorbed enough life force, wouldn't you forcibly control my body?" Owen asked bluntly with a playful look on his face.

"I can't control you, Owen. Your dark guard is enough to backfire on me and even destroy me." Tom said patiently, "And I've already told you that controlling other people's bodies is by no means the best choice. I would rather condense

Create a temporary body that is neither real nor fake, and act with my original appearance."

"It is very uncomfortable for both parties to put a soul into a body that does not belong to him, and it is very difficult and very expensive for a soul to control other people's bodies. To me, that is wanton

Consuming the vitality that I have finally accumulated is not worth the gain." He wrote, "Although your physical condition is special, it will not be better than the body I condensed myself."

"Then...if you absorbed enough life force and restored all your memories, wouldn't you become very powerful?" Owen asked thoughtfully.

"First of all, I don't know how strong my body is." Tom replied calmly, "Secondly, the strength of the Horcrux is actually limited by the strength of the body when it was created. In other words, no matter how much I absorb,

In terms of vitality, at most I can only reach the level of magic that I had when I was sixteen years old. Even if I can recall some profound magic knowledge, I may not be able to use it."

"That's right...so how much memory have you recovered?" Owen tapped his lips with his fingertips.

"It hasn't started to recover yet," Tom said shortly.

"Oh." Owen didn't express his belief or disbelief.

The surrounding trees gradually became sparse, and we were almost at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. As the sun gradually set, the forest became darker and colder, and the branches that extended wantonly were like ghost hands with teeth and claws, adding a touch of eeriness to the place.

atmosphere.

There was a faint sound coming from the other side of the tree trunks and bushes, including the click of animals trampling branches and leaves on the ground, and a small voice like chanting, which sounded like a girl's voice.

Owen stuffed his diary into his pocket, walked through the bushes ahead, and saw a little girl stroking the head of a tall Thestral in a somewhat sleepy forest glade, murmuring softly.

Don't understand the words.

"What are you talking about?" Owen asked curiously, his clear and calm voice spreading faintly in the forest.

Luna Lovegood turned her head to look at him, then looked back and said in an ethereal voice: "I'm talking to it." She still looked the same, wearing a black school robe and a necklace hanging around her neck.

A bunch of bright red fruits, with messy golden hair, and a few dead leaves hanging on them.

Owen glanced at Thestrals' pale eyes and said softly: "Thestrals have always lived deep in the Forbidden Forest and rarely appear on the edge. It seems that this guy was attracted by the death aura brought by the gathering of ghosts.

ah."

He tilted his head and looked at Luna, and suddenly asked: "What does 'black' mean?" He recalled that when the two met for the first time in the carriage, Luna stared at him and said "black."

Luna turned her head again and stared at him unblinkingly with her pale eyes, as if she wanted to spot him out of a flower. After a long time, she said in an erratic tone: "You gave it to me.

It feels black, like the night sky without stars and moon, or like a black lake at night."

"What does that mean?" Owen asked with interest.

"I don't know, but it's not good." Luna said in a dreamy voice, holding Thestral's dragon-like head with both hands, "Generally when I meet such a person, I will stay away."

"You hate me?" Owen blinked.

"Not really." Luna thought seriously, then shook her head, the dead leaves above her head swaying, "But if you get too close, you will get hurt."

"Ah, this is the first time I have been ostracized by others. Maybe you don't know, but I have always been popular with others because I am very good at using my charm to...confuse people." Owen said playfully, with a bit of mischief on his face.

Smile, "Can you give me a chance to tempt you to change your mind?"

He didn't know why, but when facing this little girl, he always felt relaxed and willing to show a part of his truer self. Of course, what followed was a lot of bad fun.

"Okay." Luna looked at him curiously with misty eyes.

"Well, can I invite you to a party of ghosts?" Owen thought for a while and asked with a smile.

"I wish I could." Luna's eyes lit up, showing an expression of interest.

"Very good, let me think about it..." Owen held his chin and thought for a moment, then clapped his hands and said, "Yes!"

He asked the little girl to wait here for a moment, and then quickly walked out of the Forbidden Forest. Outside Hagrid's hut, he saw several large pumpkins as big as a flower shed. He waved his wand and used the levitating spell to shake one of the round pumpkins.

He held it dangling in the air, and then took it back to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Transform quickly." Owen said the transformation spell to the big pumpkin.

Exquisite and graceful patterns and hangings slowly appeared on the outside of the pumpkin. Beautiful small doors and windows appeared on the sides, and four golden wheels grew from the bottom. The inside of the pumpkin also became empty, with hanging decorations on all sides.

Beautiful curtains, two soft seats facing each other grew out, and a beautiful small round table with bright orange candles burning on it.

Owen conjured two more reins outside, put them on the Thestral, and then admired his work. Well, it looked pretty good.

"Please, girls have to go to the party in a carriage, right?" He gracefully bowed to Luna who was standing by, caressing her chest, and then reached out and opened the door of the pumpkin carriage.

Luna tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then climbed in without any grace. Owen closed the door with a smile, sat in the front of the carriage, threw a piece of dried meat to the Thestral, and then shook the reins in his hand.

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Yeqi meekly turned her head and looked at him with white eyes, took the dried meat that Owen threw in her mouth, chewed it, and flapped her broad bat-like wings, pulling the carriage and flying up into the dark blue sky.

Owen led the Thestral to circle around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, then flew past Hagrid's hut, across the grounds, and flew around the castle several times. The ancient castle was illuminated red by the setting sun, looking magical and gentle.

, some young wizards saw this scene, and slight exclamations came from a distance.

The howling wind blew past her ears, blowing Owen's black hair messily and dancing, and his robes rustled in the wind. Luna opened the curtains in the carriage and looked at the outside scenery, and the wind stirred her long golden hair.

She looked even more messy. Her eyes were wide open, like a little girl who was curious about everything when she walked out of the house for the first time, and a bright smile gradually appeared on her face.

Owen then controlled the carriage to fly over the water of the Black Lake, and then rose into the sky again, flying back to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The Yeqi pulled the carriage and landed lightly on the ground, then turned around and licked the back of Owen's hand.

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"Aren't you going to the party?" Luna poked her head out of the car window.

"Oh, I just remembered that the party hasn't started yet." Owen spread his hands pretending to be regretful, then asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"An interesting experience made me want to drink pumpkin porridge." Luna seemed to be in a good mood, with a pure smile on her lips, "And... the temptation was successful. Can we be friends?"

"Aren't you afraid of getting hurt?" Owen patted the outer wall of the pumpkin carriage.

"If we were friends, we wouldn't be hurt." Luna's shallow silver eyes widened, and she said with determination and trust.

Owen put his hand on his lips and smiled, feeling as if he was kidnapping a simple child. He smelled the pumpkin fragrance floating in the air and said, "I want to eat pumpkin pudding."

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still some time before the party started, Owen caught two wild fragrant chickens in the Forbidden Forest and roasted them on the fire until they were sizzling with oil. Mao Brush jumped up skillfully and applied condiments to the roasted chickens.
To be continued...