I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 53: Make way, I'm about to begin.

P.S.: Actually, this chapter is meant to complement the next chapter.

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Irving suddenly smiled. "Actually, I'm a little curious about your self-proclaimed title, 'Dark Lord.' Why did you choose that title?"

Voldemort said, "Because they have seen me kill, they fear me, and those who kneel at my feet call me king."

Irving: "Why was it seen? Didn't you kill them cleanly enough?"

Voldemort: "What do you mean?"

Irving: "People used to call me that too."

Tom: "And then?"

Irving: "They're all dead."

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"Besides, some of the living call you Voldemort. With so many people calling you that, shouldn't you reflect on why they're still alive?"

"Hehe—heh—hehehehe—!" Mr. Tom said as if he had heard a funny joke.

He burst into loud laughter!

Suddenly, he took control of Quirrell's wand and waved his hand, dispelling the black flames that separated the room.

Then Hannah, George, and Fred, all driven in by some force, entered.

"Owen~" As soon as Hannah entered the last room, the first thing she saw was Owen sitting on the stone steps with his head tilted to the side.

Only after she called his name did her gaze fall on Voldemort.

"Ah~~~"

A sharp scream followed.

Hannah nearly fell.

What did she see?!

On the back of Professor Quirrell's head was another face, a pale, malevolent one. It looked like Snape dressed as a woman, wearing foundation, smiling at her.

"Merlin's beard!" the twins exclaimed in surprise.

This shameless act was something neither of them could have predicted, even if they racked their brains.

Previously, they were the main force in speculating about what was behind Quirrell's scarf, but most of the guesses were that it contained garlic.

There's another face behind the head—just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

"Even the Demon King uses hostage kidnapping?" Owen, sitting in the world, looked back and then got up and dusted off his butt.

"Isn't this exactly what you said? Kill everyone who sees me."

Voldemort smiled sinisterly.

A green light seemed to flicker around him, and a chilling aura swept over him.

The early summer heat that was spreading around instantly vanished.

"Avada Kedavra again?" Owen moved his feet silently.

He walked a few steps and stood in front of Hannah.

He then let out a soft sigh.

Looking down, I suddenly noticed a large group of black 'sesame seeds' moving food in the corner.

Those are—ants.

"Regarding the Killing Curse, I'm increasingly finding that this curse has too many limitations." He spoke abruptly, drawing Voldemort's attention.

"To cast a spell while harboring intense hatred for the target—isn't that insane?"

"Do all dark wizards eventually turn into madmen like you?" Owen looked up and sneered.

"If you crush an ant, should you still harbor hatred towards it?"

"This is ridiculous!" His gray eyes gleamed with mockery.

"Just like I never remember the names of the souls that died by my wand. Too many." A purple light flashed in Owen's eyes, the mark of ancient magic.

If you look closely, you will find that there are countless souls wailing within.

In the first playthrough, not many wizards survive to the end.

"Huh? You're the first person to dare say something like that to me." Voldemort's extremely shrill voice pierced the eardrums of everyone present.

"Because you're not ruthless enough." Owen shrugged and spread his hands. "Oh~ Tom! Tom! Tom~~~"

I watched him from afar.

When will you grow up?

He turned around and gave me a look.

Then he stretched out his wand and gazed at the Mirror of Erised.

The foggy scene blurred the reality of his thoughts.

Indeed, a group of Hogwarts wizards were standing beside him.

But more importantly, what does Kyrie Irving look like?

He was dressed in a purple-gold robe, sitting on a towering, enormous stone chair, his hands dangling, waving to Owen in the real world.

"You're still too weak," Owen sighed.

These words didn't seem to be directed at the faceless monster beside him, but rather at the girl who had led the attack on Hogwarts, as if it were the last prank of some unreasonable, immature girl.

The hero who rebelled against the White Demon King.

Voldemort, who also bears the same title.

That's an insult to her.

"Ha—" The ugly thing clinging to Quirrell's head was almost laughing out loud.

Everyone says he's crazy.

But isn't this little wizard in front of him even crazier?

Look at what he's saying.

Before Voldemort could speak, Owen flicked his robes and said in a casual tone, as if asking what someone had for lunch, "Your actions can only be described with one simple and brutal word."

"--fail!"

"Now, I have successfully customized it myself."

"And you, you will look upon my deeds with trepidation."

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No need for further words, just like ants, let them perish!

"Avada!"

"Take my life!!!"

Two voices, one loud and one soft, one old and one young, one hoarse and one clear.

They sounded almost simultaneously.

The two green lights collided instantly and intertwined.

"You are as insignificant as an ant, how dare you compete with me for glory."

In almost a second, Owen's Killing Curse was suppressed to the point where it was attached to his wand.

"How arrogant and shameless, you petty scoundrel."

"Is this how Dumbledore taught you?"

"Answer me!" Tom was furious; no one had ever dared to challenge his authority.

His frantic roars were like the most wicked beast in the night, a release of all the pent-up emotions of the past year.

"interesting."

But Irving's response was still that face full of sarcasm.

His eyes swept over Hannah and the others out of the corner of his eye.

Then, almost bending over at a ninety-degree angle and tilting his head back, he directly severed the killing curse that was entangled with him.

A green light flew over his head.

The wind that stirred up made his long robe rustle loudly.

"The path to every great achievement is inevitably fraught with doubt and obstacles. I do not expect you to understand, but—you must submit."

A surge of violent magical energy flowed from his left hand into his right wand, and a bolt of purple lightning as thick as an arm suddenly shot out from the tip of Owen's wand.

"Snap!"

Purple lightning instantly severed most of the stone pillars of the main hall.

And it showed Voldemort its most magnificent side.

This is the strongest ancient magic he possesses at this stage.

That is also the limit of what can be achieved.

"What are you all standing there for? Are you blind? Can't you see my bright, shining eyes frantically sending signals?"

"Run!" Hannah and the Weasley twins, who had just been scolded by Owen, were suddenly stunned, and then suddenly realized what was happening.

He turned and ran.

"It's okay, run, he can't catch up."

As he calmly cast a spell behind him and led the two to their escape, Owen spoke with composure.

"Hogwarts is full of restrictions, so he can't Apparate. He's a level eight cripple, so I guess Quirrell's body must be on the verge of collapse. Otherwise, he would never have rushed through the gates ahead of time to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

So how could they possibly outrun us?

Irving was smug.

Dude, you might not be able to beat me with magic, but what about physical strength?

Our original parts can't possibly be outdone by your secondhand assembly, which is made by a junk collector, right?

ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh

I once dreamed of earning 28,000 yuan a day~

But who knew it would be afternoon by the time I woke up!

The moon outside the window is a little chilly.

I thought it was still dark.

Dudu~ Dudu~ Dudu~ Traffic jam~~ Damn it!

Dudu~ Dudu~ Dudu~ Traffic jam~~ Damn it!

My poor vacation~

No~ that's it~

(End of this chapter)