A ruined Hogwarts

The common room is always a little noisy on holidays, especially when the sun goes up and the little wizards get up from the bed one after another, the room becomes even more noisy.

Owen brought some breakfast back from the auditorium and was sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace. He held his chin in his hand and smiled as he watched Melete eat the chicken leg slowly.

Under the green light in the lounge, his cheeks looked a bit cold and pale. Together with his delicate facial features and soft contours, he had a quieter and restrained charm. The soft short black hair reflects the light, and the eyes that reflect the firelight are deep and dark. Coupled with the smile that always hangs on the corner of the mouth, it always looks like there is a touch of teasing.

"Good morning, I knew you would bring breakfast." Draco wandered out of the dormitory, took a sandwich and pumpkin juice from the table in front of Owen, sat down and stuffed it into his mouth. .

Owen distributed some more breakfast to Harry and the others, and then curled himself up in the armchair, enjoying the rare free time. His biggest hidden danger has been removed, and he can finally take a good vacation for himself.

"Owen, are you sick?" Harry looked at Owen's pale face with concern, feeling that he was a little sick today. "Your face doesn't look good. Do you want to go to the campus hospital?"

Draco also glanced at Owen after hearing this, his gray eyes looking dull and dazed as if he hadn't woken up yet: "Looking at it like this, it really looks like he's about to die."

"If you can speak, just say more." Owen glanced at him with a smile and said slowly, "Or are you about to die too?" Although his face became a little paler, it was no more than Draco's. It's just about the same degree. It doesn't look like he's about to die.

"Oh, it costs money to listen to what I say." Draco said proudly after drinking a whole glass of pumpkin juice in one gulp.

"Owen?" Harry still felt uneasy.

"I'm fine, and I feel fine." Owen stroked Melet's head again and again, squinting his eyes happily and shrinking into the chair again.

"Okay." Harry took a bite of the pie and began to think about various Muggle first aid knowledge and healing spells in his mind.

There were more and more people in the common room until Blaise appeared. Harry jumped up from his chair as if he had a spring under his body and rushed over, trying to strangle him. The two people ran from one end to the other, and their quarreling figures attracted a lot of attention.

After a while, Harry came back out of breath, fell down in his chair and stared at the Transfiguration textbook in front of him.

"How about you going to see Dumbledore last night?" Owen asked enthusiastically. He really wanted to know whether Dumbledore had eaten a cockroach. That would probably be an unforgettable psychological shadow, right?

Seeing Owen's expression of not taking it too seriously, Harry said angrily: "Of course he didn't eat. Mr. Dumbledore said that there aren't many things in the world that can plot against him." Of course, he He never forgot that Dumbledore told him with a wink that it was the most special Christmas gift he had ever received in his life.

Harry felt so ashamed that he wanted to hide under the table, leave Hogwarts overnight, and kill Blaise along the way.

"What happened?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's okay, Draco." Harry shook his head quickly. He didn't dare tell Draco about this, otherwise the guy would spread the news to all of Hogwarts the next day.

He changed the subject and said: "Dumbledore said that starting from next week, he will teach me some necessary magic."

Facing the complicated and envious looks of his friends, Harry coughed lightly and said, "I will teach the magic I have learned to everyone in the study group. Dumbledore agreed."

"Wow, Dumbledore's magic! Harry, I love you!" Blaise ran over and hugged Harry and spun him around. The little wizard who was caught off guard was so angry that he hit him on the back of the head.

"I remember there was someone who was not a member of the study group." After finally kicking Blaise out, Harry put on a Draco-like arrogant expression.

"I want to join!" Blaise raised his hand with bright eyes. He was not interested in learning, but he was interested in Dumbledore's magic. No one in this world can refuse Dumbledore's magical knowledge, especially Slytherin who pursues power and honor.

"What type of magic will Dumbledore teach you?" Owen asked thoughtfully.

"Well, actually, sir, he let me choose by myself, after learning about various types of magic." Harry said with some embarrassment, "I prefer general types of spells that do not involve the use of emotions. Many white magic also It’s very fascinating, so Dumbledore plans to teach me a combination of both.”

Owen gently rubbed the armrests of the chair with his fingers and slowly narrowed his eyes. A certain Dark Lord should really learn from Dumbledore. This is called teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. The guy who forces people to learn black magic and then tries to trick children into kidnapping is just a scumbag!

But can he still use white magic? Owen looked at his hands suspiciously, silently brewing positive emotions in his heart. These emotions were not absent, but they unsurprisingly conflicted fiercely with the turbulent malice always buried deep in his heart.

The powerful bonus effect of the Black Devil Guard on black magic has turned into a powerful obstacle at this time, making it difficult to use the slightest positive emotion in the use of magic. After all, he didn't completely separate his negative emotions, he just ensured that they would no longer spread and grow unchecked.

"Well, I hope I can use something simpler..." Owen thought casually as he held the kitten Nizi, who was contentedly washing his face after eating and drinking, in his arms. You know, senior courses will involve some white magic, although they are all simple.

"Actually, dark magic is a bit interesting..." Draco muttered something under his breath. All pure-blood families are involved in black magic to some extent. Although he has not been exposed to it yet, young people are always rebellious and he has always thought black magic is cool.

"Dark magic is very evil, Draco." Harry said with a serious expression. "The most terrifying thing about it is that it can unknowingly change a wizard's temperament, making you slowly become no longer you. This is Draco." Bullido warned me."

Owen glanced at him with a half-smile, squinting and saying nothing. Black magic is destined to be evil and powerful, and it has already affected his life. It is the path he is destined to take.

"Oh -" Draco's gray eyes rolled cunningly, and then he responded with a long voice.

The little wizards were chattering excitedly, chatting about the magic that Dumbledore might teach them, and everyone had an excited look on their face. Only Owen teased Melete with a lack of interest. He didn't think Dumbledore would teach any advanced magic spells, which required a strong theoretical foundation. At most, it was some defense, counterattack and healing magic, but he actually didn't expect much.

"However, now that our own hidden dangers have been solved, part of the plan can begin." Owen said with a smile on his lips, "It's a pity that the preparations are not completed yet, otherwise we can say goodbye to Voldemort directly... Well, can we start from him? It would also be good to learn more dark magic there.”

He began to look forward to the Dark Lord's teachings.

The excitement of the little wizards lasted all day long, and it was hard to imagine how they had so much energy. Owen went to the Room of Requirement at noon. He first copied some dark magic reference books in Ravenclaw's secret room, and then went into his secret room to fiddle with his suitcase.

At the same time, he also prepared several black cloaks with hoods for himself, and added unique markings on their chests.

"It's time for the Aether Society to appear." Owen designed a logo for this made-from-scratch society, printed them on the cloak one by one, and also made several badges and pendants.

The symbol of the Aether Society is very simple. An abstract eye pattern represents the pursuit of knowledge, and inside the eye pupil is a cross star pattern, which represents the ultimate pursuit and cornerstone of magic, and may represent the "ether" itself. Three sight-like lines emanate from around the eye pattern, representing insight into the past, present and future respectively.

It's not a formal organization anyway, just do it casually.

It wasn't until nightfall that Owen left the Room of Requirement, read to himself the Three-piece Night Tour and returned to the lounge.

The common room was much empty, and several young wizards were yawning feebly. Harry was playing wizard chess with Blaise. The two were equally matched, and the pieces on the chessboard were shouting and playing fiercely. Daphne and Pansy were talking quietly together, looking at their positions and laughing from time to time.

"Here! If you go here, you will win!" Draco pointed to a position on the chessboard.

Harry nodded solemnly, and then directed his chess piece to move to another direction. With Draco's help in eliminating several wrong answers, he quickly won the chess game.

"Draco, can you stop talking? Don't you know that you are watching the chess without speaking?" Blaise scratched his head in anger.

"Harry didn't play according to what I pointed out!" Draco was also extremely dissatisfied. "If he had listened to my advice, this game would never have dragged on for so long!"

Hmm, yes, I will indeed lose very quickly that way. Harry said in his mind, then picked up the water glass on the side and took a sip of water.

Owen sat aside in a good mood, glanced at Draco who was pacing back and forth anxiously while staring at the chessboard, and suddenly became interested: "Draco, how about we play a game?"

Harry and Blaise looked at him together, expressing their contempt with their eyes: What level are you at? Is it necessary to play with food?

Owen's wizard chess skills are well known to everyone, so no one wants to play chess with him, which destroys confidence.

"Okay!" Draco had never been afraid of anyone when it came to playing chess, and he quickly moved in a new chessboard and chess pieces. Daphne and Pansy came over curiously to see what they were going to do.

Owen was minding his own business, pondering a newly learned magic spell in his mind, randomly directing his black chess pieces to run around on the chessboard without paying any attention to the chess game. Draco's eyes shone as he thought hard, taking every step carefully.

The game lasted for a long time, with fewer and fewer pieces on the chessboard, until the white king let out a scream and was smashed into several pieces by the black knight. Owen then came back to his senses and stared at the chessboard blankly.

He won...but he just played randomly.

"Oops, just a little bit close!" Draco slapped his head in frustration. He stared at Owen with burning eyes, feeling that he was really just a little bit close to winning this round. His hand had never felt so good.

Tonight, I can win! He confidently invited the battle: "One more round!"

Owen blinked blankly, he really didn't understand.

"You guys were able to play for so long?" Blaise and Harry had finished the game a long time ago and were standing aside watching. Blaise said in confusion. Daphne had already seen the clues and gave Owen a funny look, then patted Draco on the shoulder with some pity.

Harry was holding back his laughter and suddenly fell down with a "thud", his body twitching in pain, and his face quickly turned pale.

"What's wrong with you? Harry!" Draco screamed. He fell next to Harry, shook his body, and then froze there, helpless.

The little wizards nearby were also frightened by this sudden situation, their faces turned pale, and they gathered around worriedly, trying to get Harry, who was making less and less movement, to the school hospital.

"Let's see..." Owen's eyes flickered, he took out his wand and cast a healing spell on Harry, but it had no effect. Then he used a detection spell and detected a subtle magical fluctuation on Harry. Perhaps it was a protective spell secretly arranged by Dumbledore.

"So it shouldn't be a curse of black magic." Owen thought the most likely scenario was poisoning.

He dug out a bezoar from one of his pockets, pinched Harry's cheeks, opened his tightly closed mouth, and stuffed the bezoar into his throat.

Owen has always had the habit of carrying many props on his body, not just magic props, but also emergency items to deal with various unexpected situations.

Despite the effect of the bezoar, Harry's condition didn't look much better. The tremors that had weakened had become violent and painful again, and an abnormal blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

"Send him to the school hospital!" Owen said seriously, waving his wand to make Harry's body float lightly.

When everyone was hurriedly pulling Harry's body to run out, Owen picked up the water glass Harry drank from, looked at it, pointed at Harry and said "fly around", making all the objects on him fly. Come over.

Finally, he found the culprit, an inconspicuous black spider the size of a coin.

"Is Harry going to be okay?" Daphne asked with a pale face on the way to the school hospital.

"I'm not sure." Owen stared at the spider floating in his palm and said softly, "I have never seen this kind of spider. Although bezoar has detoxification effect, its function is mainly to target toxins that are taken orally. The effect of the bite will be greatly reduced.”

"What are you doing? You're up so late at night!" Filch came out of a corner of the corridor hauntingly. It seemed that wherever the little wizard violated school rules, he would pop up like a ghost. However, after seeing Harry's condition, he could only let everyone go in a low voice.

A group of people were making a lot of noise in the school hospital, which made Madam Pomfrey angry with dissatisfaction. But after seeing Harry's condition, she quickly dragged the unconscious little wizard over, gave him some blood, and then filled him with various potions.

"This must be the spider that bit him, Madam Pomfrey." Owen showed the spider to her.

"A poisonous black spider from Australia, a very dangerous magical creature...poor child." Madam Pomfrey nodded hurriedly, then dragged Harry into the treatment room and slammed the door.

The group of people waited outside the door for a long time before Madam Pomfrey slowly walked out, wiping her eyes sadly.

"Madam, Harry...is he hopeless?" Draco asked with a pale face and a difficult voice.

"No, if it had been later, he would really be hopeless." Madam Pomfrey comforted softly, "Fortunately, someone gave him emergency detoxification treatment, which bought us some precious time... Bezoar , Oh, what a smart choice, it is more or less effective against many toxins."

"The child is fine. He just needs to stay here for a few more days. It's already very late now. You'd better go back and rest first," Madam Pomfrey said.

The group breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the common room together. Along the way, they were discussing why there was such a dangerous poisonous spider in the castle. That spider should be far away in Australia, not all the way to England.

"I can guarantee that the spider was released together with those monsters on Halloween, but it was not found at that time, and then it somehow found its way to Harry today." Draco expressed his opinion loudly, and got Many people agree.

"Maybe someone brought it into the school on purpose, right?" Daphne whispered.

Her question received no response, but the faces of the little wizards became heavy. No one could rule out murder, after all the victim was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Maybe there are people who secretly worship the Dark Lord and secretly hate him.

"I'm going to write to my father and he will be able to easily investigate the truth of the matter." Draco said, patting his chest.

It wasn't until they returned to the lounge that a group of people were still speculating enthusiastically, imagining things getting darker and scarier. They didn't remember to go back to bed until midnight.

The next day, Owen and the others went to the school hospital to visit Harry. He had woken up, and although his face was still pale, he was in good spirits. Many people learned that the famous Harry Potter was almost poisoned to death last night, and they all came over to take a look, so Madam Pomfrey had to isolate his ward.

Harry already knew what happened last night from others. He looked at his friends gratefully and thanked Owen sincerely: "Thank you for saving me, Owen. If it weren't for your feces, I might have died." died."

"It's just what I can do." Owen shook his head, and then threw the stuffed black spider on the corner of Harry's bed. "This is the spider that bit you. Do you want to stay and do it?" commemorate?"

Harry suddenly shrank his body, stared at the spider, twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "I don't think it's necessary..." He felt that he was starting to have a psychological shadow on the spider.

Owen laughed and then asked, "How did you get that on you yesterday?"

Harry's expression became serious. He thought seriously for a while, and then shook his head blankly: "Yesterday, I didn't encounter anything wrong, nor did I meet anyone wrong. Maybe I'm just unlucky... Or maybe, it's the man behind the scenes. The black hands are attacking me!"

He remembered that he was tricked and brought to Slytherin when he was sorted. He had not encountered any suspicious targets these days, so he somewhat neglected to prevent and investigate this matter. Now the more he thought about it, the more he felt that that guy was going to deal with him.

After listening to Harry's analysis, Owen nodded with an expression that he didn't know what to do: "Just know how to be prepared. I'll leave first."

Harry waved his hands to everyone, secretly determined to investigate this matter quickly.