Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 112 Increases the Value of Warriors

Chapter 112 Increases the Value of Warriors

Of the eleven magic schools worldwide, besides Hogwarts, there were the other two participating in the Triwizard Tournament. Over the winter break, Owen led his professors to visit them all: Vargado's hand gesture magic, Cordosdoriz's combat magic, and the magic institute's shikigami magic—

Everyone's eyes were opened. Magic should not be regulated; it should be imaginative and free.

So when the students returned from their holiday, they suddenly noticed that some of the professors who used to have stern faces were smiling more often, and all the professors' classes had changed, even the feeling of attending classes was different.

Incidentally, Owen has now started teaching as a substitute teacher, mainly overseeing the History of Magic courses for first to third year students. He walked into the classroom empty-handed, looked at the second-year students who were preparing for class, and smiled, "You're all seniors now, you know my habits. Let's begin. Anyone want to ask a question?"

A young wizard raised his hand: "Mr. Owen, I still don't understand why there have been so many dark wizards in history, and why they did those evil things."

Owen laughed and waved for the students to sit down. He then sat on the podium and looked at the students, saying, "Please turn to page nine. That's the first recorded dark wizard, named Kalimaz Raffer. His name isn't well-known, but just by looking at what he did, it's not hard to see that he was actually the originator of dark wizardry. It was he who researched dark magic by killing Muggles."

At this point, Owen's expression darkened: "To amuse himself, he permanently transformed Muggles into monsters. When the number of these monsters reached a certain point, his ambition grew, and he prepared to rule the world. But the day before he was to take action, he was killed by the monsters he himself had created—"

Not all dark wizards deserve to die, but if you lined them up and killed every other one, you would definitely spare a lot of those who deserved to die.

Magic is the power of the mind. The more distorted the mind, the more distorted the magical effects will be. The pleasure derived from this distortion will also distort one's thinking.

The claim that prolonged use of black magic will corrupt a person's mind is a simplistic one, but it actually has nothing to do with magic itself; it only corrupts the person using the magic, i.e., the black wizard.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson, everyone. There won't be any homework assignments for today. However, if any gentleman or lady hasn't prepared for the next class, I'll change the length of the homework from inches to feet."

The students were startled and quickly ran out of the classroom—but soon, the laughter resumed.

Owen didn't move because the next class was first-year history of magic. These young wizards who were just entering the wizarding world needed positive guidance. They needed to learn from history of magic to distinguish right from wrong, and—what consequences they would have to bear if they went down the wrong path.

Everything was peaceful at Hogwarts, but things weren't going smoothly on Karkaroff's side. First, turning the Goblet of Fire into a Portkey required a lot of materials, which would take time. Also, communication with the Dementors in Azkaban wasn't going well; some of their conditions were unacceptable to Azkaban and required Voldemort's personal confirmation. Of course, Voldemort's resurrection was also progressing poorly because his father's bones were too old to be easily verified.

Time passed slowly, and as May approached, the weather gradually warmed up. Just when the students had almost forgotten about the Triwizard Tournament, Karkaroff suddenly arrived at Hogwarts and announced that the final match was about to begin. The Goblet of Fire could be placed in Hogwarts ahead of schedule, and the details of the final match had been revealed.

"A maze?" Owen wasn't at school at the moment; he was attending a potions exchange conference. So, after receiving Dumbledore's letter, he simply chuckled: "That's it? Looks like I overestimated them. I hope they'll like the surprise I gave them."

There's not much to say. Irving didn't reply either. The exchange meeting ends tomorrow, and he has plenty of time to go back and deal with these trivial matters.

The maze needed to be set up, and Karkaroff actively participated in the process. Although the maze walls were made of grass, he intentionally raised them to five meters high, so that even if a giant monster was let in, it wouldn't be able to see it unless it was in the air.

The Goblet of Fire was also placed in the center of the maze, but seeing ten dragon statues surrounding it, he felt something was off, though he couldn't pinpoint what it was.

After the maze was completed, Karkaroff left satisfied, but Owen walked in. He not only raised the grass wall to seven meters, but also used magic to turn the hollow grass wall into a solid earthen wall. He even added some small spells to these earthen walls, such as the Anti-Apparition Charm.

Of course, he didn't forget to add some little surprises to the grass wall, such as biting cabbage, light-resistant devil vine, and some cute but deadly magical plants.

Now that we have all these things, we need to bring in some giant eight-eyed spiders. We don't want the small ones, we only want the big ones. Those that weigh less than 600 kilograms and are no larger than a tank are not qualified to come in!

My own big cat and little rascal also come here to play.

Why are the participating students called warriors?

That's because the game is dangerous. To make the Warriors' name more prestigious, we have to add more danger, right?

Of course, the big cat and the little stick are controllable; they are not the real danger. The greatest danger the contestants will face is not magical creatures or plants, but the dark wizard being chased by a fire dragon.

"Snape, you have to help me!"

Karkaroff was getting impatient and his voice was a bit loud, which made Owen, who was preparing a potion next door, frown. Only after the potion turned a bright blackish-purple did he slowly smile: Success! Another brand new poison. Hopefully Voldemort will like it.

After seeing Karkaroff off, Snape returned to the apothecary. Looking at the large, glowing, dark purple potion, he sighed softly, "He needs to send men into Azkaban to rescue those people."

"Okay, I understand. Have them enter Azkaban from the west the day after tomorrow, rescue the people, and then leave from the south. I've already made the arrangements."

Snape nodded. "I'll let him know tomorrow night, but is that enough time?"

"That's enough."

Owen put the potion away and then gave the cold-faced professor a big hug: "Don't worry, I guarantee Voldemort will never have the chance to hurt anyone again."

Snape nodded vigorously, then returned to his seat and silently drifted into his memories.

Irving, on the other hand, went back to his locker room and fell asleep immediately.

The plan had been prepared long ago, and even involved a long period of deduction. As for whether it would succeed, Owen wasn't worried. As long as Voldemort wanted to be resurrected and wanted Harry Potter's blood, then he would be completely under Owen's control!

That brand new bottle of poison—

Very useful!

Its name is: Soul Manifestation Potion.

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