I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 132 Planting a Seed of Doubt

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A hint of doubt flashed in Bella's manic eyes. It seemed that this lunatic had found a fellow patient.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Stop! Let's skip that for now." Owen squatted down in front of the cell door again, cradling his head and staring unabashedly at Bella. "Do you know why you're so attached to Voldemort?"

"Because this tiny place like Britain hasn't offered you anything better."

"Shut up, you reptile! How dare you insult the great Dark Lord!" Bella, the wildcat whose tail had been stepped on, roared at him madly, "I'll cut your tongue out!"

I don't know where she got the strength from. She actually tried to pounce on Owen and grab his neck.

"The great Dark Lord will return, and then you and all his enemies will be crushed and torn to shreds."

"Cough cough." Owen subtly shifted his buttocks to the other side of the iron cage to avoid getting spittle flying in his face.

Then, she dropped her playful expression and put on a bewildered, innocent look. "Um, if it were crushed, it wouldn't be able to be torn into pieces, ma'am."

"What?" Bella, caught up in the excitement, didn't react immediately and asked instinctively.

"I mean, you can't crush a person and tear them to pieces at the same time. Maybe you could try tearing them to pieces first, and then crushing them?"

"You!" Bella's eyes practically shot out sparks. She stared intently at Owen, furiously lying on the ground. If it weren't for the fence blocking her way, if she weren't so weak, if she had a wand, she probably would have pounced on him and bitten off Owen's neck.

"I will kill you. I will not let you die so easily. I will break every bone in your body, gouge out your eyes, and cut out your tongue."

She was still saying all sorts of cruel things.

But the Dark Lord was already impatiently picking at his ear, "ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh."

"So everyone must study hard! Look, this is the consequence of not studying. Even the threats are just the same few phrases over and over again, like 'I'll kill you,' 'I'll cut out your tongue,' 'I'll gouge out your eyes,' and so on. The illiteracy is overwhelming." Owen said with a heavy face, like an old father looking at his good-for-nothing daughter.

"It has absolutely no class."

Then he raised the corners of his mouth, his languid tone carrying the chill of an extreme storm, and said, "I said, 'Let there be light,' and you caged ants found the light."

He pointed to the fireflies floating in the corridor.

"A wall separates us, proving your weakness and my strength. Weakling, submit to your fate."

The Demon King pointed his wand at Bella's head: "Leech Point—"

In an instant, Owen's unbridled thoughts flooded into Bella's mind, and her most precious memories were now laid bare before her without reservation.

Parents – Black family – Hogwarts – Tom Riddle.

He was like a god, able to freely alter and destroy the tumultuous books before him.

However, Irving did not do that.

The reason he didn't do it was because he had tried it before, and forcibly changing a wizard's perception would not bring about a miracle. The twisted soul would not change after Legilimency or Imperius.

Without a belief rooted in the soul, a fallen dark wizard can never unleash white magic.

Owen's intrusion was gentler and easier than the usual wizard's Legilimency, as if it were some kind of innate talent, but it was still a violent way of prying open a person's mind.

Gentle—yet still painful.

Bella let out a scream, which suddenly turned into a sob. Her chest heaved from the violent struggle, and indistinct whimpers kept escaping from her throat.

She desperately tilted her head back, struggling and resisting with all her might, as if a large hand was gripping her neck tightly. Only by maintaining this posture could she barely keep breathing.

"You bastard, what are you doing? Let her go!!!"

From another cage nearby, the roar of a wild beast suddenly came.

He was a haggard, short, thin man with a face that looked as if it had been carved by a knife and axe. The striking curves made his face very distinctive, like a gloomy wolf.

They are always waiting for the opportunity to kill their prey.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the patience he usually had. He shouted loudly in an attempt to attract the jerk's attention.

"Avada Kedavra"

Turning around, a streak of eerie green light pierced the sky.

The Demon King, crouching on the ground, turned around coldly, his gray eyes flashing with a beast-like red light.

With his left hand, held in a delicate, orchid-like gesture, and his index finger lightly touching his lips, he said elegantly, "Shh~~~".

"Quiet down, Mr. Rodolphs," he said to a corpse.

Then he turned to look at Bella again.

At this moment, the emaciated woman lay on the ground convulsing, as if her soul had been ripped away, leaving only an empty shell in the abyss where the sun never shines.

Hmm—the memories are basically the same as the first playthrough, although there are some differences, the growth experience is similar.

You can try.

With this thought in mind, the Demon King waved his wand once more—"Out of Body."

The pale blue light struck the woman without any obstruction.

This time, he wants to leave something behind.

It doesn't require much alteration; a small psychological suggestion is enough.

As the magic deepened, more and more memories flooded back to him.

Owen had no interest in Bella's early memories. As he perused those past events, he went straight to deeper levels: anger—Tom—love—Hogwarts—Black—parents—childhood. Step by step, he delved into the deepest darkness of a person's being.

Amidst a thick black fog, a house slowly emerged from the illusion.

That's number 12 Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of the Black family.

The long corridor was covered with gorgeous wallpaper, and the soft carpet glowed with an unknown light, clearly made of precious magical artifacts.

He arrived at the stairwell, and as he walked into the building, he naturally saw a little girl with black hair hiding at the stairwell.

She was probably only four or five years old.

They were craning their necks and peering at the approaching figures.

Owen followed her gaze and saw a little elf constantly appearing, carrying countless magical potions in its hands.

In the open room, several women moved back and forth.

A woman's heart-wrenching screams could be heard coming from inside.

That was her mother, Druella Black. She was giving birth to Bella's sister, Draco's mother: Narcissa Malfoy.

The girl didn't understand what was happening ahead; the pitiful screams only filled her with deep fear.

The hands gripping the wall were slightly bluish.

Suddenly—just as Irving was about to speak, the little girl turned her head blankly, her dark eyes looking at him with a numb expression.

"Huh?" Owen was taken aback, then a smug smile appeared on his lips. "Still has the strength to resist!"

"But it doesn't matter anyway."

Then he slowly crouched down and whispered in the little girl's ear, "Where is your Tom after all this trouble?"

"Deeply troubled by this vortex, what can your Tom do for you?"

"Now that you're in prison, what can your Tom do for you?"

"Ultimately, he's just not strong enough!"

"No—no." Upon hearing this, the little girl suddenly clutched her head and groaned in pain, like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

She screamed, "No, he will come to save me, he will definitely come, he will."

Panic, helplessness, pain—a complex mix of emotions filled the face of a four-year-old child. Then, as if remembering something, her eyes, no longer numb, looked at Owen as if she recognized him.

"He's not coming, is he?"

"He never loved me, so why would he come?" It was as if she were muttering to herself, or perhaps it was a fact she had known in her heart all along, now surfacing again with the churning waves of her emotions.

"Yes, he won't come." Owen continued to reinforce the idea. "Voldemort won't come to save you, and neither will Tom Riddle."

The gentle words spoke of a cold reality.

This caused the little girl to finally break down emotionally.

With a loud "boom," her body exploded into a cloud of black mist.

Then the ancestral home, which was formed by black mist, collapsed with a crash.

Countless memories, like white threads, swept past Owen, making him feel light on his feet, as if he were flying. He was quickly squeezed out by the turbulent flow of memories.

"Bang!"

A knocking sound on the fence interrupted Irving's thoughts.

"I have no objection to you torturing that woman, but if possible, give her a quick death."

Upon hearing the sound, Owen stood up again, glanced at the unconscious Bella, and walked towards the figure.

"What? She almost killed your best brother several times, and you're still defending her?"

That's enough—simply implanting an idea is sufficient.

With a devilish smile on his face, Irving's legs trembled; they were numb—they were really numb from squatting so much.

She will remain locked up in this dark and hopeless cage for at least another two years.

This period of time is enough for the seeds he planted to sprout.

"Once suspicion arises, the charge is already established!"

Doubts about Voldemort's power will spread faster than he anticipated, and once she no longer acknowledges Voldemort's overwhelming power, how long can that distorted love last?

Will the transformation of her soul allow her to embrace white magic once again?

These are all things that interest him.

"Though I hate to admit it, she's my cousin. If I could, I'd like her to die a dignified death, or at least by my wand."

"You're a young wizard from Hogwarts?" The still handsome man in the cell asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with deep doubt. "Slytherin?"

Look at this devilish child in front of me. He's only thirteen or fourteen years old. How can a third or fourth-grade wizard be so evil and possess so much dark magic!

"You guessed half right, Sirius." Owen walked over gracefully and slowly.

—The main problem is that I was wearing slippers, which became slippery after getting wet, making it difficult to walk fast.

He pulled open his collar, revealing the brown and black tie beneath his suit jacket.

"Hufflepuff, I'm from Hufflepuff House."

(End of this chapter)