A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 96 Natasha

Owen, who came out of the nightmare forest, was already alone. Ms. Gray felt what happened to Ms. Elizabeth and decided to stay with her for a while.

In the suitcase in his hand were some special products brought back from the forest, such as some rare potion materials and magic plants.There are a lot of these things in the inaccessible Nightmare Forest, but Ms. Elizabeth, who is a ghost, doesn't need them. Seeing that Owen is interested in them, he took him to collect some.

As the evening approached, snowflakes began to float in the sky.The snow on the ground reflected the dimmed sunlight, as if covering the mountains with a light golden veil.

It wasn't until the sun had completely set and a few scattered stars were shining in the sky that Owen climbed over the mountain and returned to the small wizard's market where he came.He stomped his numb feet, and the light suitcase in his hand seemed to become heavy.

He regretted that he hadn't learned Apparation and Disapparation.He had been in Hogwarts where Apparition was forbidden, so he was not in a hurry to learn this magic, not to mention his original schedule was already full.

"Well, the body still needs exercise." Owen took a breath and entered the wizard market.

The market at night has become much deserted, and many stalls have been closed, only the shops on both sides of the street are still lit, and there are still some customers inside.In some inconspicuous corners, there are some new stalls, and most of the stall owners cover themselves tightly, looking a little sneaky.

Owen knew that most of the goods on these stalls came from wrong sources, mostly from petty theft.There is no need to sell these things on the black market. Usually, small stalls will be set up in the night market. Many wizards are also willing to purchase these products that are obviously much cheaper.

After glancing at several booths with interest, Owen lost interest in these things.He went back to a bar where he came from, intending to borrow the fireplace there to go home.

However, he obviously underestimated the number of people in this wizard market. As the only fireplace open to the public, this bar has been crowded with many wizards waiting in line to use the fireplace. From time to time, people will step out of the fireplace and bump into people outside. full of heart.The bar was buzzing, and many people ordered butterbeer and sat at dirty tables talking loudly while waiting.

Many wizards came and went here, and even the narrow alley outside became crowded.Owen also found many figures in cloaks. They all covered their cheeks tightly with hoods, exuding a gloomy and indifferent aura, which made many wizards in normal clothes stay away from them.

"Dark wizard..." Owen muttered in his heart.Some dark wizards who have been corrupted physically and mentally by black magic are quite easy to identify, because the temperament they reveal unintentionally is always gloomy and dark. Of course, not all dark wizards are like this.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed a wrist that was reaching for his suitcase with a "snap", turned his head and smiled faintly at a man as thin as a bamboo pole.

"What are you doing?" the wizard waved the wand in the other hand viciously, and threatened Owen with a grin.

"I look easy to provoke?" The smile on Owen's face was gentle and perfect, but his eyes suddenly became cold and dark, and the cold malice made the man shudder.He said in a soft and pleasant voice: "If I were you, I would stay away immediately."

The man withdrew his wrist all of a sudden. Although the little wizard in front of him was not very old, the cold malice exuding from his whole body was no worse than those extremely dangerous dark wizards, which made his skin crawl.His eyes wandered for a while without confidence, and then hurried away with his head down.

"It's really troublesome." Owen pulled out his wand and looked at his poor height.Although these thieves bully the weak and fear the strong, when facing the weak, they often don't mind being a robber.

The closer you get to the bar area, the more crowded the alley becomes.Owen's short figure was submerged in the crowd, and even his sight was blocked by the people around him.

The wizards in front suddenly became a little rioted, and a few of them cursed a few times, as if they had been stepped on their feet.Just as Owen looked up, a hooded figure forced his way through the crowd in front of him, causing everyone around him to frown.

Because of his height, Owen saw her face through the underside of the hood.The long dark red curly hair was covered under the hood, the young and beautiful face was slightly pale, the slightly thick lips were tightly pressed, and a pair of dark red eyes were cold and shining like flames, The heroic thick eyebrows gave her a sharp temperament.

Although he had never seen this face before, these distinctive eyes reminded Owen of this person in an instant. It was the woman he and Voldemort robbed the black market that day.Unexpectedly, she was still alive, and Owen thought she was also dealt with by Voldemort that night.

The woman in front of her was also taken aback when she saw Owen, then twitched her nose slightly, her expression becoming more and more surprised.She glanced around quickly, then put her palm on Owen's shoulder, and pulled him out quickly.

"Why are you here again? Didn't I say that I don't need help?" She whispered, her voice was hoarse and magnetic.

Owen raised his eyebrows, glanced at the slender palm on his shoulder, and finally suppressed the wand in his hand, not casting a curse on the other party.

The woman seemed to have mistook him for someone else?But how did she recognize herself?Not only did he wear a hood that night, but he also deformed his face.

"You've got the wrong person, I'm not here to help you..." Owen broke away from the opponent's paw.This woman was obviously avoiding something, he was too lazy to meddle in other people's affairs.

"There, don't let her run away!" At this moment, a black wizard standing in the corner pointed and shouted, "There is a child beside her!"

The red-haired woman's complexion suddenly became ugly. She looked around and saw a dark alley rushing past. She still didn't forget to grab Owen's arm.Owen also let the other party drag him speechlessly, and the group of followers obviously regarded him as the woman's accomplice.

The two were running wildly in the narrow but complicated alley. Fortunately, the crowded crowd blocked the pursuers' footsteps, allowing them to get rid of those people temporarily.

"Are you from Turant? Go back quickly. I don't need your help, and I won't join you." The woman seemed to have her own destination. She walked through the alley familiarly, while Said sternly. "Of course, thank you for saving me last time. I owe you my life, but it's just you. When I finish my own work, you can take my life."

"I'm curious, how did you recognize me?" Owen asked with narrowed eyes.

"Smell. My nose has been magically transformed, and I can distinguish very subtle smells." The woman's tone became gloomy, obviously remembering something bad.

"I see." Owen nodded, and calmly explained to the woman that he had nothing to do with Turant. The last time he saved her was just a coincidence, not on purpose.

"You... you really aren't?" The woman was stunned for a while, her tone filled with deep apology, "I'm sorry for dragging you in today, and I will send you to a safe place later."

She looked at Owen carefully again, her eyes stayed on his young and immature face for a long time, and she asked tentatively: "By the way, isn't this your real appearance?"

"This is my real appearance, ma'am." Owen touched his cheek and said lightly.If a group of dark wizards miss him, it will be a big trouble for him.

"Sorry." The woman took out a black cloak from her bag and threw it to Owen, "You'd better not go to places where black wizards gather, such as Knockturn Alley and the black market. I think about it It will be over soon, if my business goes well..."

Owen glanced at the cloak that was obviously too big for him, pointed at it with his wand and said "shrink quickly", then put the cloak that had shrunk to an appropriate size on his body, and pulled up the hood to cover his Face.

During this process, the woman watched intently from the sidelines, her expression fluctuating.She originally thought that Owen was an adult wizard who was not tall, but she didn't expect that he was a young wizard who seemed to have just reached school age.But she didn't think the little wizard in front of her was a troublesome guy. On the day of the black market, she saw with her own eyes that this little guy used the dangerous and terrible black magic of the Unforgivable Curse extremely proficiently, and his black magician who was obviously a creation of black magic Fog Shadow killed many people.

"I'm Natasha Valente." The woman said with a complex expression, "You can call me Natasha."

"Okay, Natasha, do you mind if I know exactly what incident I was involved in?" Owen asked mildly, his expression under the hood was calm and indifferent, and the wand in his hand flipped flexibly at his fingertips.

"Go this way..." Natasha glanced at a figure looming in the alley on the other side, turned suddenly into the alley on the other side, and said to Owen.

After avoiding another round of pursuit, Natasha briefly and hastily told the whole story.

Natasha was born in a family of dark wizards in Knockturn Alley. The only family members are her father and a younger brother who is one year younger than her.The siblings didn't know who their mother was. Their father was a dark wizard through and through, brutal, ruthless and crazy, and even occasionally treated the siblings as experimental products.

Undoubtedly, the siblings were unlucky. They didn't even have the chance to go to the magic school.Although the two had received the notice from Hogwarts, they were rejected by their guardian father. This situation is not uncommon in many dark wizard families and some pure-blood families, and it is impossible for Hogwarts to force them to let them go. All wizards of the right age go to school.

For dark wizards, sending their children to Hogwarts means facing their troubles during the holidays. Even in their view, going to a magic school is a waste of time and will make people naive and innocent. weak.The children of dark wizards are also basically dark wizards, and this is hard to change.

The siblings grew up dependent on each other like this. Although the father was indifferent and crazy, he would still teach them some magic in normal times so that they could help.Until one day, their father stole the treasure that the Black Spirit Organization had worked so hard to obtain, and then left the siblings and fled.

The Black Spirit Organization is a large-scale black wizard organization in the European magic world, and it is also one of the masters behind the black wizard black market in England.While the furious leader of the black spirit ordered his men to arrest the thief, he also angered the innocent siblings, perhaps because he thought they knew where their father was hiding.

During an attack, Natasha narrowly escapes, but her brother is captured.After doing everything possible to find out about her younger brother, she refused to join the Turant organization. Those people should also be eyeing the things his father stole, and they were just planning to use gentle means.

She sneaked into the black market single-handedly to save people, but fell into a trap, was caught and tortured by a group of black wizards, and also learned that her brother had died.

After Owen breaks into the black market to set her free, she chases a dark wizard to a corner of the room, where she is suddenly thrown out of the tent and Apparates away in the chaos.

"I want revenge." Natasha said firmly, "Not only the Black Spirit organization, but also my... father, I want to find him and kill him!"

"Here is a very well-informed intelligence dealer. I wanted to get news about my father from him, but I didn't expect the people from Hei Ling to come after me." She said bitterly.

"I understand." Owen nodded calmly, without any fluctuation in emotion.

After wandering around the alley for a long time, the two finally came to a very dilapidated small hotel.Natasha raised her hand and knocked on the closed door five times, and a skinny old man opened the door with an oil lamp.

"Ah, I know you, the wanted criminal of the Black Spirit organization." After inviting the two to enter the door, the old man looked out vigilantly, then closed the door carefully, and said in a voice like a bellows. "Did you come to see me for something?"

"News from my father." Natasha said succinctly.

"Hehe, I just received an information the day before yesterday. What about your reward?" The old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, and only a pair of bright eyes stared at him greedily.

"The money is enough." Natasha threw a bag of coins on the table.

The old man picked up the money bag and weighed it, then opened the mouth of the bag and carefully stroked the shiny golden coins one by one, and said with satisfaction: "There is still sincerity, you can take this."

As he spoke, he threw Natasha a piece of parchment filled with densely written words, and said in his mouth: "The "Curse and Anti-Curse" published the year before last, you know the rules here." He was talking about the way to interpret the secret words.

Natasha quickly glanced at the secret words on the parchment, put it into her pocket, and threatened viciously: "If you dare to lie to me, be careful with your skin!"

"I never lie." The old man said slowly, "Remember to close the door."

Natasha opened the door first, and walked out after observing the situation outside, followed by Owen.The two of them got into the alley on one side and walked forward for a while, when suddenly a few people in black cloaks came into the alley on the other side, and they shouted, "I found it!"

"Can you Apparate?" Natasha asked hurriedly.

"No." Owen said truthfully.

Natasha put her palm on his arm and flicked her wand sharply.Accompanied by a bang, amidst the roars of several black wizards and the sound of swishing spells, the figures of the two disappeared in an instant.

Owen felt like he was drilling through a thick rubber tube, and every part of his body was being squeezed, accompanied by an increasingly intense sense of suffocation.Soon, his body became relaxed. He opened his eyes and found himself standing in an unfamiliar mountain forest.

Natasha didn't wait for Owen to slow down, and continued to apparate.After apparating several times in a row, Owen felt like she was about to vomit, so she stopped, her crimson eyes looked around vigilantly, and her palm was still firmly grasping Owen's arm.

"A few guys from Hei Ling know how to track the trajectory of apparition, and I was caught up like this a few times." She explained to Owen, without relaxing the palm of Owen's hand.

"Okay, it's time for me to go back." Owen said calmly, treating it like watching a play tonight.

"Where is your home? If it's not far away, I can send you to your home." Natasha said, "Or I will send you to the nearest wizard family, and you can try to borrow their fireplace. "

"Go and borrow the fireplace." Owen glanced at the surrounding environment, and there was a Muggle village in front of him.

Natasha just nodded, and the two walked forward in silence. After a while, she said sullenly: "At your age, it is best not to abuse black magic like the Unforgivable Curse. You are not yet an adult, and your mind and magic power They are all unstable, and are most easily affected by those very evil black magic..."

"Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't use them." Owen said with a smile.

"Oh." Natasha was also a quiet person, and continued to walk forward.

"It's just ahead..." After a while, she pointed to a wooden house on the hillside.But before the words fell, she exclaimed.

Owen only had time to turn his cheek to her, and he was pulled into the kaleidoscope-like brilliant colors, and was led by Natasha to fly forward rapidly.

"Portkey!" Owen was stunned.In order to be on guard against someone chasing him, Natasha never took her palm away from Owen's arm so that she could disapparate and escape at any time, but she didn't expect that she was dragged away together.

When the feeling of down-to-earth came, Owen quickly cast the Iron Armor Curse on himself before he could open his eyes and look around.His choice was correct, a curse swished and was firmly blocked by the Iron Armor Curse.

Finally, his vision was completely restored, and he found himself and Natasha standing in a room that looked like a conference room, surrounded by black stone walls, and some stone chairs were located around them.A group of wizards in black cloaks surrounded the two of them, laughing cruelly and mockingly at them.

"Look who this is? Our cunning little girl Natasha is back." A black-robed wizard standing on a high platform said in a hoarse voice, his English was dry and awkward, and he was very unskilled.His cloak is obviously more ornate, and there is also a turquoise pattern printed on the chest, which should be the emblem of this organization.

"Triff!" Natasha raised her wand at him resentfully, and threw the parchment she bought from the intelligence dealer to the ground, "Bah, it's a portkey!"

Owen looked at the dark wizards around him silently, and slowly frowned.

(End of this chapter)