I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 131 The Devil in Human Skin

"You always have another option."

"That means death!"

Irving spoke calmly, then stood up, his legs, which had gone numb from squatting, staggered slightly.

Then he reached out and tapped it, as if to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

He then raised his head and, without any hesitation, surveyed the several hardened criminals in the deepest cell. "I think everyone here has heard of Grindelwald and the legends of the saint!"

"And that prophecy that ultimately led to Voldemort's defeat, the legendary savior, Harry Potter." His voice echoed in the corridor.

The sudden death stunned everyone. Although they were used to death, and people died at the hands of Dementors every day, Matt Rozier's sudden death at the hands of a minor wizard was still hard for everyone to accept.

This includes Sirius Black, who was drawn to the name Harry Potter.

"A pointless prophecy, a pipe dream. Wizards would believe stories like those about a savior, but that idiot Voldemort believed it so easily. He attacked the Potters, thus making the prophecy a reality. Foolish and foolish."

"I don't care about your struggle with Dumbledore, but it's clear now that there can only be one leader in this world, and that is: Grindelwald!"

"Or perhaps, me!!!"

Irving strolled lazily past each Death Eater cell, arms outstretched. He wore a black robe over a grey blazer, a brown bow tie, Batman-print shorts, and Spider-Man-themed slippers.

"I don't know if you're ready to face the fate of being ruled by us, but we are ready."

"Saints may face obstacles and resistance, but we will not stop."

In the damp corridor, countless fireflies flew out from the one above Owen's head, illuminating every cell around him.

"You either choose to join us, obey us, and support us, or you choose to be completely wiped out."

"Of course—as the good guys, you can choose to stand behind us, but you are not allowed to stand opposite us."

He was like a true leader, his grey eyes sweeping over those emaciated bodies.

"But before that, I must state in advance that I do not have the time—and of course, I do not have the compassion—to reason with those who dare to stand up against me."

"If you are now worried that your answer will lead to your death, then congratulations, your fears are justified."

"Then—it starts with you!" Owen said, raising his wand and pointing it at a prisoner in the cell. "Submit or die."

"Ha, you idiot—long live the Dark Lord!" the blindly loyal prisoner shouted without thinking.

The next second, a green light flashed. Death was on the verge of taking the next lucky one's life.

"And what about you?" Owen turned his head unmoved to look at the next ant.

"Why are you doing this? What good does it do you?" Death robbed the air around the other ant, making him feel suffocated.

The suppressed emotions suddenly erupted, and the ant roared angrily, baring its fangs and claws.

"Well—let's be frank."

"As a future enemy, I must cherish every opportunity that could potentially annihilate you."

"Now that I have this opportunity, why should I plant a landmine for myself?" Owen weighed his wand in his hand and continued with a grin, "You might find it absurd to assume that something that hasn't happened yet is real and then try to eliminate you."

"But I call it: highly efficient!"

"Alright, Mr. Mursab, it's time for you to answer the question." Owen tapped the railing, the crisp sound like the footsteps of death, constantly assaulting the fragile heart of that ant.

"I can't!" Muller Seber bit his lip and shook his head resolutely. He looked at Owen's figure bathed in the fluorescent light, a cold smile slowly curving his lips. "You're wasting your energy. If we were fence-sitters like Karkaroff, we wouldn't be locked up here."

"You are destined to fail."

"In vain?" Irving shrugged. "What's in vain about it? It's just a matter of lifting a hand."

"Relaxed and enjoyable. You don't really think I or Grindelwald need a subordinate like you, do you? Just kidding!" In the world of white fluorescent light, a translucent dark green flashed again. Amidst the angry, horrified, and fearful gazes of the Death Eaters, Owen walked straight to the next cell.

"hehe--"

In the next room, before the Black Demon King could even speak, the person inside let out a maniacal, shrill laugh.

That was Bellatrix Lestrange.

This was a woman with the typical beauty and haughty demeanor common to the Black family. She was tall, with thick, shiny black hair, a full jaw, thin lips, heavy eyelids, and thick, long eyelashes.

Although she looks dirty now, you can imagine that she must have been a beauty when she was young!

Owen knew her very well—he even understood her thoughts better than Bella herself.

Bella was born in 1951 into the Black family, a pure-blood family that believes in "eternal purity." Her father was Signas Black III, and her mother was Druella Black (whose maiden name was Rozier before marriage).

In other words, Bella has half Rozier's blood, and may even be related to the Rozier mentioned earlier.

Cousins.

Irving guessed.

Irving displayed a level of patience that was hard to imagine in ordinary times when facing this particular Death Eater.

He didn't even care about Aunt Bei's mockery, and even responded with a smile.

As the woman he devoted the most attention to in his first playthrough, Owen spent even more time on Bella than on Miss Riddle.

Because she was his most important "research subject," crucial research material on "Guardian Angel Magic and White Magic." He nearly succeeded on his first playthrough, but ultimately, due to time constraints and the sudden collapse of the Death Eaters, the research was forced to stop. His experimental subject died, perished in that great battle.

This time, he made contact with this special witch two years in advance, and he believes that this time there will definitely be surprising research results.

"Oh dear! Why are you being so hostile? Don't tell me you still have any lingering feelings for those good-for-nothings over there," Owen said with a grin.

Her life experiences automatically came to mind.

Speaking of Bellatrix (born 1951), we must mention her father, Signas Black (born 1938). PS: Rowling probably made a mistake, but that doesn't stop us from speculating.

If you look closely enough, you will be amazed to discover that 1951-1932=13.

In other words, Bella's father must have had his eldest daughter, Bella, when Bella was 12 years old.

He's even younger than Kyrie Irving is now.

Let's guess, if a twelve-year-old suddenly has a daughter, will he become a qualified father?

The result was obvious: a child born of marriage naturally lacked any manners. As the eldest daughter of the Black family, she possessed none of the elegance and nobility of that ancient family; in this respect, she was even inferior to her younger brother Sirius, who had betrayed the family.

From the moment she appeared, she gave off an air of arrogance, unrestrained speech, and constant cursing; until her death, she remained like a shrew who only knew how to hurl insults.

She should never have gone to Slytherin House. She has none of the qualities of a Slytherin—stupid, irritable, and utterly naive. Aside from her bloodline, she should have gone to Gryffindor.

Furthermore, she seems to have a particular fondness for the Crucifixion Curse and the abuse of the weak, and can derive great pleasure from tormenting others. This indirectly proves that her childhood was definitely not normal, and that she may be the product of incest, born with a mental illness, and also demonstrates that she is absolutely unsuitable for Slytherin.

Salazar's Slytherin was ambitious, shrewd, honor-conscious, astute, self-preserving, and victory-oriented. Which of these qualities is relevant to this madwoman?

Thinking about this makes Irving laugh uncontrollably.

If it had been Salazar himself, not Voldemort, who opened the Chamber of Secrets, then his first target would have been his house; at least two-thirds of the inhabitants would have died or been expelled.

Those silly little snakes are actually hoping that the Chamber of Secrets, which belongs to Slytherin, will be opened. It's so foolish that it's laughable.

Owen found Bella's love for Voldemort absurd, but rather delightful – what excellent research material!

About the human heart, about white magic, about the magic of love, about guardian spirits.

First, Owen can conclude that Tom, a product of the love potion, would absolutely not fall in love with Bella. Second, does Bella really love Tom?

Or is this relationship truly love?

Having experienced the first time around, Owen knew for certain that it wasn't love at all. Infatuation with a powerful, eccentric, ruthless, and domineering father was perhaps the true explanation for this abnormal relationship.

Because her young father did not stand up for her when she was oppressed by her family when she was a child, this dependence on powerful, older men of her father's generation became an obsession for her as she grew up.

What Irving needs is that unwavering determination.

Without obsession, those magic spells that demand high emotional intensity can't be used.

I'm not afraid of you loving the wrong person, I'm afraid of you not loving anyone at all.

People like Tom, who have a congenital dysfunction and don't know what emotions are, are truly beyond redemption.

"Boy, your eyes are disgusting." Aunt Bei's mocking expression slowly turned gloomy as she noticed the strange look in the boy's eyes outside the iron cage.

Kind of

"Oh, did you notice?" Owen chuckled, putting away his wand and pointing to his eyes. "See that? It's overflowing with fatherly love!"

First there was a twelve-year-old boy who gave birth to a daughter, and now a thirteen-year-old man has become a father. Hmm—no problem, this is quite appropriate.

(End of this chapter)