I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 329: A lamb entering a tiger's den?

Hear that voice.

Harry immediately perked up and ran over, only to find that they seemed to be on a tower, and the familiar voice was coming from below.

He examined it carefully and then saw ten fingers digging into the edge of the tower, their nails turning white.

"Oh! Wait—" Harry quickly approached, squatted down by the tower, and grabbed the arm of Owen, the unluckiest of the group.

Hey! You're alive!

"When did I die, Father!" Owen gritted his teeth and struggled to climb upwards.

He was definitely the most unlucky one.

Harry was just bumped into.

And him? Because he has a rope that's neither too long nor too short, his inertia is greater.

The person was flung out like a slingshot, almost becoming shark food.

Fortunately, he changed his posture in mid-air and forcibly used the Resounding Landing Spell to avoid close contact with the sea.

"Phew!" Owen, who had struggled to climb up the tower wall, collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. He didn't rest for long before he immediately stood up.

Then she angrily ran towards where the little wizards were.

As he passed Hermione, he abruptly stopped. "Hey, honey, that swimsuit is really nice."

He said.

It's actually terribly ugly.

You can't expect Hermione to wear any fancy swimsuits.

It was a very traditional, tight-fitting, pure gray swimsuit with a short, flared skirt around the waist that completely covered her thighs.

Irving reached into the pocket at his waist and pulled out a robe.

A sky-blue robe, which originally belonged to Hermione, but she had just casually placed it here with him.

He draped the robe over Hermione's shoulders.

The temperature at sea is very low and the humidity is very high.

Wearing a swimsuit might make you catch a cold.

Hermione, however, still had the lingering flush of Fast & Furious on her face, and her thin body had a radiant glow, which made Owen not notice the changes in her body.

Of course, this is related to the fact that he was holding back a lot of anger.

After taking care of Hermione.

Owen immediately ran towards the second unlucky kid among the young wizards present.

Koyatl, an idiot who wasn't much luckier than him.

She was also affected by the slingshot effect, but "luckily," there was a protruding rock wall in her flight path.

She crashed straight into it, and at the cost of a few broken ribs or a dislocated arm, she was eventually sent flying off the tower and into the sea to feed the fish.

"Stuart! I bet it's your mom."

"You fucking fed an external brain (external god) to dogs, and now you've become an idiot, huh?"

Irving must be furious.

That idiot, a complete liability.

Nothing would have happened otherwise, but they had to attack the hostages.

Then they frantically tried to stop him.

Actually, there was still a chance back then.

The others can be saved if Cedric and Krum are abandoned.

Well—now it's alright, damn it, all nine of them are here.

I've seen buy-one-get-one-free deals before, but buy-one-get-eight-free deals are truly unprecedented.

What should we do now?

A lamb thrown into the tiger's den!

Still nine!

Who knows how many will escape this time?

It's no wonder Owen was so angry, because when Harry pulled him up from the tower, he noticed that the gem ring on Harry's hand was broken.

Clearly, this is a one-time use door key.

In other words, they could no longer escape back using the door key.

This is what really infuriated Irving.

"Are you deaf? I told you to stop!"

"What does this have to do with me!" Koyatl rubbed her back, her legs trembling as she got up. The feeling of hitting the rock was unpleasant; she was sure she'd scratched her back. "Where is this? A trap set up by Dumbledore?"

"Voldemort's trap!" Owen roared. If it weren't for her bent-over posture, looking like she had several broken bones and was nearing the end of her life, he would have kicked her long ago.

"Dumbledore's challenge is truly laughable," he said sarcastically. "This is Azkaban! Dumbledore is planning to hand you over to the Dementors to repay his challenge."

Irving only glanced around before knowing exactly where he was.

Even if this place were demolished, he would still recognize it.

I know him so well, it feels like coming home.

Who knew that in the first playthrough of my dream, this place was one of the Death Eaters' strongholds! He even worked here for a long time!

"Azkaban?" Upon hearing this, the group of young wizards gasped.

They looked around in shock.

Through the clouds, they seemed to be able to see many black figures floating in the sky.

Obviously—everyone knows what that is.

Dementors!

But—weren't the Dementors already driven out of Azkaban?

Because a large number of Dementors chose to attack young wizards last year and sided with Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic has cleared out the Dementors from Azkaban, and the Aurors are now responsible for holding them there.

But now—the dark shadow in the sky is clearly a Dementor!

And—why don't they attack them directly?

"It really is Azkaban!" After comparing it with what they remembered, the young wizards were certain that this place was indeed Azkaban.

For months, Azkaban has appeared frequently in the Daily Prophet's newspaper; they've all seen it.

"Someone's coming."

Irving squinted. In the distance, some figures appeared in the thick fog and walked towards them step by step.

Voldemort?

Or, a fairy?

Irving wasn't quite sure who was behind this conspiracy.

Because anyone could be a potential candidate.

As the figure drew closer, judging from his gait and arm movements, although he was very tall, he was hunched over, like an old man on his deathbed.

He was dressed in black, making it impossible to see his face.

Until recently, a sea breeze blew.

His hood was suddenly pulled up, and everyone could see his face.

It was a face aged beyond description, covered in wrinkles, age spots, sunken eye sockets, and pale lips.

His jaw and cheek muscles were too weak to even close his mouth, leaving him with his mouth only slightly open.

No one recognizes this face.

Because he is too old.

However, Irving still recognized the man.

His eyes, especially his snake-like pupils, betrayed his identity.

"Isn't this Tom?" He spread his hands, straightened his posture slightly, and stood in front of the group of young wizards.

"It's been a year." He swung his arm, his expression mocking. "How come you've gotten so sloppy?"

The next second, a dark green light appeared, as if the gates of hell had been opened.

The surrounding thick fog instantly took on a different color.

"Avada Kedavra—the killer!"

Strike first to gain the upper hand; Owen's wand once again unleashed the Killing Curse.

Although he said he would give up the Killing Curse, unlike others, Voldemort knew him inside and out, so he figured there wouldn't be any "love protection curse" or anything like that in his body that would cause his curse to rebound.

"Bang!"

Another Killing Curse passed by Voldemort.

The green light shone on his aged face, adding a touch of gloom to it.

The smoke dissipated.

A tall, mature woman with black hair, wearing a long black dress, was looking up at Irving.

Her face was a mixture of excitement and madness, and her eyes were burning as she stared intently at Owen.

"I thought you would eventually betray Tom," Owen said coldly.

The two killing curses intertwined in the air.

But Irving still has the magic to find another way.

He waved his left hand, and blazing flames instantly rose up.

Then Owen clenched his fist, and the giant maw formed by the flames instantly swallowed our senior Tom.

Immediately afterwards, the killing curse that was connecting and sparking was also interrupted by the flames.

"Is he... is he dead?" Cedric murmured.

The young wizards had gathered together, each drawing their wands and cautiously observing their surroundings.

"How could that be?" Harry replied.

At this moment, Harry's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his scars were throbbing with intense pain.

This was the most intense pain he had ever experienced in his life; his head felt like it was about to explode.

He knelt on the ground, gritting his teeth.

Even so, Harry still had the leisure to reply to Cedric.

I have to say, he's really strong.

"The Grindelwald brat."

As Harry finished speaking, a deep, aged voice came from within the firelight, like the unpleasant tone of worn-out rotten wood.

"Bang!" He stepped out of the flames.

Then, as if under some kind of coercion, all the flames merged into the wand raised by the skeletal arm.

"With such talent, why do you choose to stay confined to a small Hogwarts castle?"

He walked towards Irving step by step.

"Join me and you will be promoted."

The Voldemort of this moment was completely different from the Tom Riddle who had returned to his teenage years a year ago.

Now he looks more like an elderly man without hair.

He looked ferocious and terrifying, and it seemed that he had lost all trace of the handsome look he had a year ago.

"I have no objection," Irving replied jokingly, "but I don't like living under someone else's roof."

He looked at Tom defiantly, "If Senior Tom is willing to be my underling, then I might as well condescend to join your shady little group again."

"Haha—" Owen's words drew strong laughter from Tom.

His voice was dry and hollow, like a sandstorm suddenly blowing in the desert.

"These young wizards these days are really—how should I put it?"

"Arrogant!" His snake eyes instantly flashed with a sharp killing intent.

Then, his expression changed, and he grinned menacingly, saying, "But soon, I think you won't be able to say those words anymore."

"Now, put down your wand."

He stood there, his body hunched over.

That body, which looked like a candle flickering in the wind, now exuded a powerful aura. Although Irving was not afraid, it still looked quite intimidating.

"Or, you can watch them die one by one." After saying that, Senior Tom kindly reminded Owen to watch his back.

Owen, naturally, wouldn't fall for his feint. While cautiously keeping an eye on Voldemort, he glanced to his left out of the corner of his eye, then slowly turned around.

When he actually saw what was behind him, he was completely astonished.

At that moment, for some unknown reason, Harry and his friends suddenly all lay down on the ground.

The ground where they were standing had sunk ten feet.

It was as if the gravity in that place had suddenly increased several times over.

Other Death Eaters had already gathered around.

Peter Pettigrew, Antonin Dolohoff, Avery, August Lukewood.

Irving even spotted an old acquaintance.

Gilderoy Lockhart, his face plastered with a gloomy smile.

He also joined the Death Eaters.

But it makes sense, considering that this guy is imprisoned in the lowest level of Azkaban, which has been taken over by Voldemort. If he wants to gain his freedom, joining the Death Eaters is probably the only option left.

"A magical trap?" Owen scoffed. "The great Voldemort, needing such methods to deal with a few children?"

The Death Eaters unleashed several spells.

The young wizards, pinned to the ground and unable to move, had no time to fight back.

Or rather, they wanted to resist, but due to gravity, their movements were slowed down, and they were instantly controlled by the Death Eaters.

Sometimes, to be absolutely certain, you have to discard things you don't need—like: saving face?

Tom seemed very happy.

Having achieved his goal, he seemed to be immersed in some kind of joy and was no longer as brutal as before, intending to kill them directly.

"So now—what's your choice?"

Behind Owen, Peter Pettigrew was using his dirty hands to choke Miss Granger by the neck.

The wand, as hard as rotten wood, was pointed at her cheek. She glared at Owen with a ferocious expression.

He hadn't forgotten how this boy had tormented and chased him in the Forbidden Forest back then.

Now, it's in his hands.

He was determined to make the other party experience the excruciating pain of being tortured!

"Tsk—" Owen's cheek twitched slightly, his heart already completely buried that person.

However—Miss Granger didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Hoo—" He exhaled, then slowly put his wand back into the inside pocket of his robe, and then raised his hands.

He gave a French military salute with obvious displeasure.

Then he turned around and looked at Tom again, saying, "Ahem—I suddenly feel that being a Death Eater is a profession with lofty aspirations and a bright future."

"Hehe—" Senior Tom chuckled noncommittally.

Then he turned his head to look at Bella.

"It's up to you now."

Having said that, Bellatrix Lestrange looked coldly at Owen. Her icy eyes gleamed with hatred.

"Capture the spirit, grasp the mind!"

A flash of white light.

Irving stood frozen in place like a puppet.

Meanwhile, Voldemort was not disappointed by this little incident.

He slowly walked towards the very center of the top of the tower.

Then the unknown black stone suddenly began to slowly deform.

In the blink of an eye, a huge crucible, supporting his decaying body, rose from the ground.

A Death Eater wearing a cloak quickly came over and began pouring water into the container.

Then a green flame shot out from under the pot.

Evil light is leaping.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly; the surface not only began to boil but also sparked, as if it were on fire.

Just when the young wizards thought Voldemort was putting on a show for them by cooking himself in an iron pot.

His body disintegrated in full view of everyone.

On the second day of the exam, he made up stories again.

(End of this chapter)