I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 188 Gold Wolverine?

"Hmm? A delicious little child from Hogwarts?"

He looked extremely excited, tilting his head back and letting out a hissing, piercing roar.

The voice was strange; it was one Irving had never heard before.

He was certain that this was something no human could produce.

The man looked at Owen, grinned, and revealed sharp, yellow teeth.

"Kyrie, watch out!!!" a girl's voice rang out.

Just as the man lunged at Owen, a red spell flew from afar and struck the man directly.

The powerful spell sent the man flying.

It crashed into the shop next door, smashing several counters before finally coming to a stop.

The power of this curse is truly terrifying.

"Actually—phew! I was already prepared to finish him off." He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his wildly beating heart to calm it down.

Owen looked up, helplessly surveying the large group of young wizards jogging towards him from a distance.

"What are you all doing here!" he said.

"Everyone cares about you," Hermione said.

Despite hearing the comforting words, Irving maintained an indifferent expression. "What danger?"

"Without Voldemort, I'm invincible in this area. Who dares to touch me? Anyone who dares to lay a finger on me! I'll cleave them into eight pieces!"

Irving held his head high, as proud as a rooster.

Unfortunately—fate played a cruel trick on him; no sooner had he finished speaking than a curse came hurtling toward him.

This time it was Harry, with his quick reflexes and sharp eyes.

He quickly threw out an Ironclad Spell, helping Owen withstand the attack.

"Who?"

Irving's face darkened. He hadn't expected to be proven wrong so quickly.

Damn it, they don't know what's written all over this young master's face.

Invincible?

Immediately, he turned and looked into the distance, wanting to see which lowly rat dared to ambush him.

"Greybuck, have you become so useless that you can't even handle a few minor wizards?" With a sharp voice, a figure wearing a black mask appeared in front of the smashed shop door.

"Shut up."

Behind the shop door, the man who had withstood a Hermione stun spell was picking at the rubble and wood chips on his body.

His voice was still full of energy.

It is clear that he was not seriously injured.

Owen's eyelids twitched; this body's resistance to curses was truly remarkable.

If it were anyone else taking Hermione's curse head-on, they would at least break a few ribs, if not be seriously injured.

But he was completely unharmed?

"You damn bastard, how dare you attack me!" The man raised the back of his dirty right hand and rubbed it, revealing the only wound on his body.

A scratch on the forehead.

He wiped away the few drops of blood with his fingers.

But when he put his hand down again, he seemed to feel regret or something.

Then he actually stuck out his tongue, dipped it in ash and countless grains of sand, and slowly, bit by bit, disgustingly, and without leaving a trace, licked the blood off the back of his hand.

Even after it was over, he still had a look of lingering enjoyment on his face.

Then, his eyes turned bloodthirsty as he looked at the young wizards.

Especially Hermione.

He licked his lips, looking at the little witch with the eyes of someone considering where to start biting.

"I want to tear your throat open; it will taste delicious."

Seeing this, Hermione trembled slightly, goosebumps forming all over her body.

She wasn't afraid; after all, Hermione Granger had just witnessed the ultimate showdown between the world's three most powerful wizards.

With the psychological groundwork laid by Voldemort earlier.

There are no dark wizards who can frighten her anymore.

Besides, wasn't my spell very effective?

That was just a dizzying spell.

She didn't even have time to use any of the other powerful spells!

However, although I wasn't scared, I was genuinely disgusted.

That's so inhumane!

Let alone girls who like clean clothes, even the rough-and-tumble future Dark Lord Owen couldn't stand it. What was so terrifying about that action of licking his own blood and eating sand?

What good is this thing except to make people sick?

Villain! You need to have the elegance of a villain, you know?

The villain is not a pervert.

You can crave blood, but please don't lick it.

"Get out of the way, Aurors and Dumbledore are nearby."

Harry, who was also suppressing his discomfort, spoke first.

He held up the wand he had just used to defeat Voldemort, looking at the two of them with a solemn expression.

"Dumbledore?"

Upon hearing the name, the man in the black robe immediately became melancholy.

However, he ultimately did not choose to turn around and run away.

Instead, he said urgently, "Go up and take a bite out of everyone, and remember to leave them alive. I don't have time to waste with you anymore."

"He's right. I think I just saw Dumbledore's figure. I'm reminding you, I have no obligation to protect you. You'd better hurry up."

"I finished everything and left before he even got here!" The man picked at his teeth with his yellowed fingernails, grinning maliciously. "Don't you dare touch them, Tils. They're mine."

"I have no intention of intervening. If you can't even handle a bunch of young wizards who are still in school, then I advise you to quickly pull out your fangs and go back to your doghouse."

"Hmph! I really don't know why Death Eaters would cooperate with a beast like you."

The man named Tils spoke in a condescending tone.

This further proves that he and the beast were not of the same ilk.

"Perhaps you're all too useless?" Graybury's somber voice came from the ruins of the store.

You could tell he was very unhappy.

"Useless? Heh~" The man sneered, then made no attempt to defend himself, instead letting out a loud snort through his nose.

He did have the magnanimity of a villain, and Owen looked at the man in black with great interest.

At least he's stronger than that beast.

But?

Who dares to be arrogant in his presence!

"Excruciating pain!!!"

A red streak struck the arrogant man swiftly and decisively.

"Ah~~~"

In an instant, he collapsed to the ground, writhing and screaming in agony.

The unbearable torment felt as if every bone in my body was burning, and as if a thousand needles were piercing every piece of flesh.

"I told you I'm invincible, but you still insist on walking into my trap!" Owen frantically unleashed the Cruciatus Curse again.

"Ah~~~"

The man's voice was even more mournful.

However, the volume decreased somewhat.

"Be careful in your next life, don't mess with people you can't afford to offend!"

"A piercing wound in the wrist!!!"

After casting the third Crucifixion, Owen swung his wand once more, and an evil green light flashed, "Avada Kedavra!"

"No! Stop, Owen!" Hermione shouted.

He reached out and grabbed the right hand that the man was about to use to cast a spell.

On the other side, Hannah grabbed his left hand.

Then she cried out in a frantic, shrill voice, "Don't do this!"

Irving, who was stopped, looked tense and somewhat displeased.

He knew that if he had started with a killing curse, even if he killed those two idiots, the little wizard behind him wouldn't have said anything.

But—he shouldn't have used the Crucifixion.

Torture a person can easily evoke sympathy, especially when the person behind them is just a group of naive young wizards.

"Hmph~" He let out a soft hum from his nose.

Looking at the idiot still wailing on the ground.

Owen didn't know his identity, but he figured he was probably a non-Death Eater dark wizard who had escaped from Azkaban.

I doubt he's playing a very important role.

However, he recognized the bearded man over there, Graybury.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to even call them old acquaintances.

On his first playthrough, he did quite a lot for himself!

—Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf.

The culprit who turned Professor Lupin into a werewolf.

As the most notorious and cruel werewolf in the wizarding world, Greyback is dedicated to spreading werewolf blood to more young wizards.

He would specifically target young children and then attack them on a night of full moon.

Turn them into your own kind.

Then these children are taken away from their original families, and they grow up with hatred for wizards, and then the substitutes spread new fear and despair.

Because of his long-term consumption of human flesh and blood, he has come to love human flesh and blood, even when it is not a full moon.

Greyback was Voldemort's most loyal supporter and one of Voldemort's most formidable weapons during the First Wizarding War.

Voldemort sent him to bite those who disobeyed him, and such threats often worked.

No kind wizarding family could bear to see their child become a werewolf, a creature despised by all.

At this moment, this guy should be being chased all over the world by the Aurors.

Irving didn't expect to see him here.

"Alright, alright, I definitely won't kill them!" Owen said calmly after calming down.

However, he did not put down his wand, but walked toward the broken shop with a mocking expression.

At this moment, the werewolf Greyback was looking at Owen with a blank expression.

Was it just his imagination?

Was that Hogwarts child's wand glowing with the light of a Killing Curse?

this.

Is Hogwarts this fierce now?

Giving the Killing Curse to such a young child?

For a moment, Graybuck was puzzled. Had he been on the run for too long and the outside world had changed drastically?

Who is the headmaster of Hogwarts now?

Is it still Dumbledore?

Could it be that Death Eater who's the headmaster?

"Greybuck!" Irving walked over step by step.

The ruins of the shop floated up automatically, clearing a path for him.

The other young wizards, holding their wands, either kept watch over their surroundings or casually cast spells to bind the poor creature lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Petrification spells, dizziness spells, and strength-relieving spells were all unleashed upon the dark wizard.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione may not tolerate Owen torturing these villains, but that doesn't mean they will treat them gently.

After all, the other side has come to our doorstep.

It would be truly foolish to have a sudden burst of saintly compassion.

"What are you going to do?!" Graybury, who felt a chill on his neck for no apparent reason, looked at Owen warily.

Tonight is not a full moon night.

He doesn't look like a werewolf. Although he can withstand a few spells, he could never withstand the Cruciatus Curse or the Killing Curse.

"It's nothing~~~" Irving said.

He raised his wand and, "Tongue Lock!" threw a spell at Greyback while the young wizards weren't looking.

They completely shut him up.

"I know you, Graybury!"

"Don't worry, since I promised others I wouldn't kill you, I definitely won't. I'm a man who keeps his promises very well," Owen said with a faint smile.

"I just suddenly had a good idea."

As he spoke, he flicked his wand lightly, and a ball of highly malleable flowing metal slowly floated out from the pocket inside his robe.

"Do you know what this is?" he said mysteriously.

"Mithril~"

"Melted mithril," Owen explained slowly.

"As the best material for magical pathways, once it cools down, melting mithril becomes extremely difficult."

"So wizards created a special tool, a device for storing liquid mithril. And I happen to have one." He waved his wand.

Then Graybuck suddenly realized that his body had loosened and he had lost control of it.

This is—a loss of strength.

When?

He clearly didn't hear the boy chanting the incantation.

Could it be—silent spellcasting?

How is that possible?

Before Graybuck could continue to be shocked, the next second, he felt excruciating pain in his limbs.

An invisible blade sliced ​​through his skin and went deep into his bone.

Before the blood could seep out, another kind of pain, from the high temperature, surged into his brainstem with a strange sensation entering his body!

He wanted to scream, but his mouth was sealed shut and he couldn't utter a sound.

That intense burning sensation felt like it lasted for an eternity.

He roared, his eyes bulging wildly, tears, snot, and some kind of silvery liquid flowing from his mouth, nose, and eyes.

It looks ferocious and terrifying.

But that's nothing compared to the terrifying look on Irving's face right now.

He stared excitedly at Graybuck, whose face was filled with fear, and said with great interest, "I've been wanting to try this for a long time."

During the first playthrough, they were on the same side. Although Owen was envious, he couldn't actually take action.

But now it's different.

"Mithril shouldn't be much worse than Adamantium, right?"

"Hold on!" he cried out.

"One gallon of liquid mithril costs several hundred gold gallons, we can't afford to waste it!"

The experiment is still ongoing.

This unusual occurrence naturally attracted the attention of the other young wizards outside the door.

Luna craned her neck, wanting to see what he was doing.

She was just about to step inside.

Harry's urgent cries could be heard from outside.

"It's a Dementor!"

"Damn it, why are they so persistent!"

Then came Ron's voice, "I'd like to know more about why they're attacking us again!"

"Isn't it because you spent the whole afternoon playing with them?" Hermione said irritably, raising her wand and joining the fight against the Dementors.

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Upon hearing this, Harry and Ron suddenly felt awkward.

After all, if that's the reason, then it's quite normal for the Dementors to attack them.

But—"For a whole semester, these dark creatures have been utterly useless."

Ron retorted mercilessly.

"They didn't catch a single bad guy, but they attacked us several times!"

"Sometimes I even wonder if they listen to the Ministry of Magic or to Mystic!"

At that moment, Owen came out of the store, holding Luna's hand.

The little girl wasn't allowed to witness the terrifying scene of Wolverine's birth.

Hmm—the experiment failed!

It seems not every werewolf can become Wolverine!

But that guy isn't dead—at least not yet, haha!

"Wow!" Owen raised an eyebrow, expressing his satisfaction with Ron's increasingly improved intelligence.

"Maybe they really are listening to Senior Tom!"

"That can't be!"

"Why not?" Owen rolled his eyes at Ron, whose IQ seemed to have dropped again. "Do you think Dementors would cooperate with the Ministry of Magic?"

"What do you think is the basis for the cooperation between the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors?"

"Basics?" Ron, supporting himself on the Guardian Angel, looked at him blankly. "Strength?"

"wrong!"

"They're human!" Owen said calmly. "The reason Dementors obey the Ministry of Magic is because the Ministry gave them a slaughterhouse! That's Azkaban. There, they can freely absorb the soul energy of prisoners, even the souls themselves. They can only cooperate because this slaughterhouse exists; without it..."

Suddenly he revealed a cold smile, "Don't expect any sense of contract from a group of ungrateful beasts."

"The fact that they haven't openly attacked the wizard yet is already a testament to the beasts' loyalty."

Upon hearing this, the young wizards present shuddered.

Looking at the Dementors hovering overhead, a hint of apprehension appeared in his eyes.

Because they discovered that Irving might not be wrong.

The Ministry of Magic did indeed use those prisoners to support the Dementors.

The wizard's life was used to maintain the beasts' fragile loyalty.

After understanding the reason, Hermione immediately showed a look of disgust. "It's disgusting that he would use such creatures as jailers. They should completely expel those evil creatures and use more humane and rigorous methods to guard criminals. Entrusting guards to a bunch of untrustworthy evil creatures is the Ministry of Magic's laziness."

"But even so, those dark wizards brought it on themselves." Ron didn't quite agree with Hermione's methods, which he considered 'gentle'.

The young wizards, led by Ron, who were born and lived in the wizarding world, did not yet have a fully developed culture that had reached the level of a well-established society governed by the rule of law.

Most wizards still hold the most primitive view of good and evil, namely, that murderers should pay with their lives and debtors should repay their debts.

They never realized that the breeding of evil did not only come from the criminals themselves, but the entire wizarding society also bore an inescapable responsibility.

This is also what Owen told Sirius: the distorted magical society of the prison, which is like an invisible hand oppressing everyone.

The reason why black wizards keep emerging one after another can be seen from this aspect.

"They committed crimes and should be punished. Even if their souls were eaten by Dementors, it was their own fault."

"hehe--"

The young wizards approached the Pighead Bar while fending off the Dementors.

"Hagrid and Sirius, who were wrongfully imprisoned, gave you a thumbs up!"

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Ron's face stiffened; he knew exactly what Owen meant.

But—"That's only a minority!" he retorted.

"I didn't say it was the majority!" Irving replied, "but you should know that."

"A crime is like pouring a bottle of ink into a river. Pollution will occur at any time, but to the river, a bottle of ink is insignificant and harmless."

He looked at Hermione in a low, deep voice, as if he were speaking directly to her.

"But an unjust trial pollutes the entire source. It not only undermines the authority of the Ministry of Magic, but also destroys people's faith in the law. Once people lose faith in the law, the consequences will be disastrous, because then the only thing people will trust is the wand in their own hands!"

"Magic is violence, violence is power, power is authority, authority is status. That's why dark wizards like Voldemort emerge."

What is certain is that if the magical world, the Ministry of Magic, and the Magical Federation do not change the existing systemic flaws and the oppression of wizards, the neglect of lower-class wizards, and the discrimination against Muggle-born wizards, then these "dark wizards" will only increase in number!

They walked around a corner.

Then he hid in Joko's Magical Joke Shop.

Even in the surrounding darkness, the sound of incantations breaking through the air could still be heard.

The sudden explosion and flash of light were like the appearance of a ghost in a horror movie. Each flash stimulated the young wizards' adrenaline.

Finally, they got rid of the Dementors.

Finally, I can relax at Joko's Magical Joke Shop.

It was then that Owen noticed that there were quite a few young wizards who had followed him.

The Gryffindor trio, the Hufflepuff trio, Luna (who was alone), and the Weasley twins.

Good heavens, the core of Dumbledore's army has come along.

"Why?" Hermione, who didn't care much about her image, leaned against the shop counter and sat down on the floor.

Then he asked in an anxious tone.

"Why? Why?" Owen asked her.

"I'm wondering why there are 'more and more' 'dark wizards'." She emphasized the words "more and more," indicating that she agreed with Owen's view that institutional oppression led to the birth of dark wizards. She was just wondering why there would be more and more of them in the future.

"Because more and more wizards will open their eyes to the world!" Owen's lips curled up slightly as he explained simply, "Seventy years ago, during the First World War, the bloodshed and killing of Muggles were already overwhelming for wizards at the time. They couldn't understand why the strength of Muggles had increased so much in just a few hundred years."

"Whether it's my grandfather's ruling Muggle ideology or other, darker ideas that attempt to limit Muggle progress by killing large numbers of Muggles, the truth is that wizards are afraid of Muggles."

"In a way, the First and Second World Wars may have been deliberately instigated by wizards to fight among Muggles. However, they did not expect that the wars would not only fail to slow down the 'progress' of Muggles, but would instead accelerate the process by leaps and bounds."

"If it was like this seventy years ago, what do you think it will be like in the future?" Owen looked at Hermione, trying to stimulate her thinking.

(End of this chapter)