American TV series World Rescue

Riddle Family Cemetery.

"Not a one-on-one challenge?"

Owen smiled and said: "Does the Dark Lord have to use the human wave tactic to deal with us fourth-year students?"

"snort!"

Voldemort's face turned dark. Thinking of the scene where he couldn't hit Owen no matter how hard he hit him, he couldn't say anything about agreeing to a one-on-one challenge.

If he refuses to duel, his Death Eaters may only be confused, but if Owen shows off a wave of attacks that are ineffective in public, it will be a huge blow to his reputation.

The Dark Lord's reputation is based on blood and terror. How can a Voldemort who can't even deal with a fourth-year student be awe-inspiring?

"Traitors don't deserve to fight me!"

Voldemort said coldly: "Today, no one in heaven or on earth can save you. After we destroy you, the Malfoy family will also die in pain and mourn. This is the consequence of betraying me!"

"No more talk?"

Owen shrugged.

"You will die!"

Voldemort sneered.

"Hermione, what do you think we should do?"

Owen looked at Hermione who was holding his arm tightly and shaking.

"I have no idea."

Hermione trembled.

No one can remain calm in the face of death, and she is no exception.

Harry stood straight to the side, suppressing his fear, not wanting to show his timidity in front of Voldemort, the murderer of his parents. His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, but neither Voldemort nor Owen paid any attention to him.

"Should we resist?"

Owen narrowed his eyes. Although he knew something was wrong, he still enjoyed the current atmosphere. No wonder some boys like to take their girlfriends to watch horror movies...

"Draco, what on earth are you trying to say?!"

Seeing that Owen was so calm, Hermione's trembling body calmed down a lot. Thinking of Owen's urinary properties, she didn't know that he had a way to get out of trouble, so she gritted her teeth and shouted.

"Well."

Seeing that Hermione was a little angry, Owen stopped teasing her and said seriously: "Voldemort seems to have defeated us by putting on such a big scene, but..."

Voldemort thought he had control of the situation and was admiring the last struggle of the three Owens. Hearing this, he said, "But what?"

"But you know nothing about power!"

Owen grinned.

"...Hahaha! I don't know anything about power?"

"Hahaha.×n!"

Voldemort was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter. The Death Eaters behind him also found Owen's words very ridiculous and laughed loudly.

"Isn't it?"

Owen raised his eyebrows and said: "Do you think that just because of these people...I don't mean to target everyone, I mean you are all rubbish...Just because of these rubbish, burning, killing and looting everywhere, and making others fear you, you are very powerful." Do you have power? If you really had power, how could you have been defeated so miserably fourteen years ago? Why would all these trash under you be hiding, for fear of being known as Death Eaters?"

"Shameless!"

"Your father is a Death Eater too!"

"traitor!"

"kill him!"

All the Death Eaters were ashamed and angry at Owen's words, and they all shouted.

"Are these your last words?"

Voldemort waved his hand to stop the shouts of the Death Eaters and said coldly: "If so, then I can only say that you are too stupid and naive. Only those who survive are qualified to say that they have power. That person truly knows nothing about power!"

"That's true."

Owen nodded and turned to Hermione: "In this situation, in order for us to survive, I have no choice but to kill. Hermione, do you agree?"

"Is there no other way?"

Hermione hesitated.

"Either go on a killing spree or be killed by them. These are the only two options."

Owen's mouth twitched, and he thought it was a good thing he said it in advance, otherwise God knows what Hermione would think of him after this battle. He complained inwardly that the heroines in Western movies and TV dramas more or less have the standard setting of the Virgin's heart. .

Of course, he could also give a stern reprimand, cut off his robes, and stop talking to Hermione, but he could do it, but someone would never agree to it. He was not Hermione, but he couldn't calm someone's anger.

"Do what you have to do!"

Hermione closed her eyes and said.

"good."

Owen smiled slightly and took out a lotus flower from his robe.

"Is this your power?"

Voldemort smiled disdainfully.

"certainly."

Owen touched this magic prop that took six or seven years to build successfully, and said with a confident smile: "Although this is not the strongest power I imagined, it is enough to deal with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lotus platform began to deform, and a huge metal prop appeared in Owen's hand.

"Metal wand! No, why is it so big?"

"A Muggle weapon?"

The Death Eaters were talking a lot, but they were all confused. Since the implementation of the International Secrecy Act, the wizarding world and the Muggle world have been isolated. Especially pure-blood wizards like them, have simply lost their basic understanding of the Muggle world.

"machine gun?"

Voldemort came from the Muggle world. Looking through his long-standing memory, he vaguely knew this thing: "Where do you think this is? In the wizarding world, you actually want to use weapons from the Muggle world?"

"Yes or no."

Owen pointed the gun at Voldemort and grinned: "Ordinary Muggle machine guns will naturally fail in such a strong magical magnetic field, but I am Namo Gatling Bodhisattva~"

Bang bang bang bang bang...

As soon as he finished speaking, under Voldemort's shocked eyes, Owen pulled the trigger and said: "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six pure depleted uranium bullets. One breath of 3,600 revolutions, great mercy and compassion to save the world."

"Do it..."

Voldemort was so discerning that when he saw Owen taking action, he first added an armor protection charm to himself, and then shouted loudly, but before the Death Eaters behind him could shout Avada Kedavra, the dense flow of bullets had completely torn them apart. .

What is the rate of fire of a Gatling gun?

The battle in the wizarding world is still at the stage where each other is fighting Avada Kedavra and can dodge at every turn. At this time, the Gatling gun has already blasted out hundreds of bullets.

There seemed to be a lot of Death Eaters behind Voldemort, but they were only about a hundred. How could they withstand Owen's shooting?

"Damn it!"

After all, Voldemort was a quasi-legendary powerhouse. The armor protection spell he used was powerful enough. In addition, Owen did not focus on the other Death Eaters in order to clear out the other Death Eaters, so he was blocked by him. However, he saw all the casualties in the blink of an eye. Among the Death Eaters, Voldemort's heart felt cold and he looked at the Gatling Bodhisattva in Owen's hands in horror.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Before Voldemort could break the magic ban and escape, Owen's Gatling Bodhisattva poured all his mercy on him.

"Illusion Curse!"

Voldemort saw that he had been tricked by him and was unable to use the Apparition and Flying Spells to leave. With a wandless and silent spell, he instantly hid his figure, causing Owen to lose his target.