A ruined Hogwarts

Harry's pupils suddenly contracted when he heard that the man was going to kill him.

He quickly glanced at Draco, who was holding on to his clothes. There seemed to be a tear hanging from the corner of this guy's eyes. Then he glanced at Owen, who was struggling to get up in the shadows, and he began to feel impatient.

He was frantically thinking about ways to escape, and while glancing at the wand he had dropped on the ground in the distance from the corner of his eye, he tried his best to delay: "Aether Society? Why do you want to kill me? Are you Voldemort's admirers?"

"Voldemort? He is not worthy of our worship. The Aether Society only pursues the ultimate in magic, and you who can defeat the Dark Lord just after you are born... should be a great research material." The man in black cloak has already arrived at Harry In front of him, the two young wizards were shrouded in a huge shadow, "Humph, don't waste your time, you will become one of my best collections, and together with us, we will finally get it after lurking in Hogwarts for half a year. Together with the magic stone in it..."

As he spoke, he stretched out a big white hand from under his cloak and reached for Harry's head. Harry rolled to the side, pushed Draco further away, and then flew towards his wand, but in the end he could only watch helplessly as his wand was hit by a spell and rolled away. To the corner further away from him.

The man in the black cloak seemed to have a playful attitude like a cat playing with a mouse. He stepped in front of him and continued to reach out to scratch his hair.

The frightened Draco finally woke up a little. He secretly dug into his pocket to take out the alchemy items for self-defense, but he heard the man in the black cloak sneer mockingly: "Don't Move around, otherwise I don't mind killing one more..."

Draco shivered again and froze. This guy didn't seem to want to kill him, but was he going to have to watch Harry get killed? But neither Harry nor Owen had the power to resist, so what effect would his resistance have? No, he has defensive alchemy items that passively trigger the Iron Armor Curse. He can always block more spells than the other two guys!

"You still have to rely on me at times like this!" Thinking this, he nodded with a submissive expression and shrank to the corner. His gray eyes rolled, and his hand that was blocked by his body continued to dig into his pocket. go.

Owen looked at Draco's little moves speechlessly. This guy was a lot smart, but why was he so stubborn? He didn't want to use magic spells to attack Draco, because ordinary magic spells would only be blocked by the Iron Armor Curse, which would easily expose his true level, but didn't he use "Owen" to remind the two of him of his power? Draco didn't want to think that "Owen" who was knocked down by one blow would have no alchemical items with defensive spells on him?

Looking at Draco's stubborn behavior, if Owen was really a dark wizard who had sneaked into the school, he would be punished by society right now.

"Could it be that if you stay with a reckless lion like Harry for a long time, you will be assimilated?" Owen thought wildly, speeding up the movements of his hands, "But he doesn't have a bad heart..."

Before Draco could do anything else, Owen had already grabbed Harry's head and joked in a playful tone: "Harry, it's time to discover the power hidden in your body."

Feeling a big cold hand grab his hair, Harry struggled desperately and grabbed the other person's palm with both hands. Something unexpected happened. Harry suddenly heard a painful scream from above his head. He felt the man let go of his hair and desperately tried to retract his hand.

Harry looked up and saw dense blisters on the pale palm of the man in black cloak, which looked very scary. He was still confused when he heard the man's angry voice: "Your hands...are poisonous!"

The angry male voice reminded Harry. Feeling the hand that was about to withdraw, Harry clenched it tighter and heard the man's screams getting even louder. Immediately afterwards, Harry felt his palms suddenly lose strength, and the man in the black cloak staggered away from him.

Harry was anxious, knowing that this was his only chance, so he rushed towards the man. The man seemed to be frightened. He hid his blistered hand in his cloak, issued a spell that knocked Harry away, and then fled quickly towards the other end of the corridor.

Harry rolled around on the floor before getting up panting. Seeing the back of the man in black cloak gradually retreating, Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief. Then he saw Owen in the shadow struggling to stand up, picking up the fallen wand from the ground, and then chased after the escaping man in black cloak.

"Owen!" Harry was stunned. Why is this guy Owen more reckless than him?

Seeing Owen chasing the black cloaked man around a corner and out of sight, Harry quickly picked up his wand and ran after the two men, not forgetting to shout to Draco: "Draco, Don’t follow me, go find the professor for help!”

Owen controlled his phantom to follow him, quickly took off the prop glove on his hand while running, and then put on another slightly smaller prop glove. They are just specially treated props that will produce scary-looking blisters after being squeezed.

Owen has three purposes tonight. One is to tell Harry that a mysterious organization has sneaked into Hogwarts, the other is to remind him about the Sorcerer's Stone, and the third is to make Harry think that he has a strange ability that can hurt certain people.

The third point is Owen's backup plan for future plans, which is purely aimed at Voldemort and Quirrell, because only they can't touch Harry. There are actually many variables in using Harry as a back-up, because Harry's combat effectiveness is not strong at this stage, and he may not be able to deal with Quirrell and Voldemort even if he does not die. After all, the plot of the original book requires too many coincidences.

Therefore, Irving wants Harry to understand that he is relying on him. Voldemort will definitely have a lot to talk to Harry when the time comes, and Harry just needs to find the right opportunity to pounce on his face without thinking or hesitating like a facehugger. !

"Well, we also need to strengthen the instinct of punching in the face." Owen smiled and waved the wand teasingly, released the illusion again, and then raised his hand to press the bracket on his shoulder. The wooden bracket suddenly shrank, its length was reduced by ten centimeters, and the upper end became a little rounder, making the shoulders look much rounder and thinner.

In an instant, he looked like a thin man or woman about 1.7 meters tall.

Harry had already run around the corner. He called Owen's name anxiously, and saw Owen's back chasing the hem of a black cloak around the corner in the distance. Harry was about to catch up when a clear female voice suddenly came, making him look aside in fright.

A figure wearing the same black cloak walked out of a dark door, with a lazy female voice full of disdain: "Trev is really getting better and better, and he is actually being chased by a little guy. run……"

"Are you Lilith?" Harry remembered that the man was waiting for a woman named Lilith. He looked at the same silver eye pattern on the woman's cloak, and his heart began to beat fast.

"Kid, can you go back with your sister?" A pale palm grabbed Harry. The wand in Harry's hand came out again. In a flash of thought, he remembered that the man in the black cloak said that his hand was poisonous, so he gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the woman's palm.

"Huh?" The woman made a confused nasal sound, as if she didn't understand why he was so proactive. Then she screamed in pain just like the man, and terrible blisters appeared on her hands.

Harry's eyes lit up. He grabbed the woman's hand and quickly rushed into her arms. His other hand was about to press the woman's head hidden under the hood. He understands that this is his only chance to escape now!

The woman narrowly avoided Harry's claws and took the opportunity to distance herself. She swung her cloak and the thick fog instantly submerged her figure. Only a hateful female voice came from the fog: "Ha Leigh Porter, I remember you! I will come back!"

Her voice became farther and farther away, and by the time Harry passed through the thick fog, he could no longer see her figure at all.

It took him a long time to find his wand, and he became more and more worried about Owen's situation. When he was about to continue chasing, he found Owen coming back panting, holding the wand firmly in his hand, and the expression on his pale face looked a little weird.

Thinking of the second grade declaration he just blurted out when he let himself go for a performance, Owen had the urge to cover his face. Are you essentially such a person? Or is it that I've been holding it back all these years?

"Owen, you're fine!" Harry finally relaxed, holding his knees with his hands and gasping, "Why did you catch up? You were so reckless! If you are hurt by them, I..."

Owen pressed his pale white lips tightly, actually suppressing a smile seriously. It was a strange thing to be called reckless by a reckless man. He said softly: "I'm sorry, I was impulsive. I felt that the man seemed to be seriously injured, so I wanted to keep him, but in the end I lost him..."

"Do you... have any special abilities?" He turned to look at Harry's hand.

Harry looked at his palms blankly, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I've never had this ability before... That man said my hands were poisonous, and later a woman was also hurt by me." His expression He is getting more and more panicked and uneasy. Could it be that he has awakened some terrible ability that can hurt others by touching him? Then will he never be able to touch others again?

Thinking of this, Harry felt that his future life was gloomy. Will he never have a girlfriend?

At this time, a pale palm rested on his hand. In Harry's horrified eyes, Owen's hand did not have terrible blisters or screamed in pain.

"Look, I'm fine." Owen showed Harry his white palms and said with a smile, "I think those people will be hurt, either because they have malicious intentions towards you, or they have special It just happens to be in conflict with some kind of power in you."

"That's good." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and scratched his head again, "But I don't feel that I have any power. It's not like I haven't met people who were malicious to me before, but they didn't do this either."

He suddenly thought of something, and his expression became serious: "You said...could it be because I was bitten by a poisonous spider a few days ago, and something happened to me?"

...Do you think you are Spider-Man? Owen blinked and smiled without saying a word.

While the two were talking, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard again from deep in the corridor.

"Professor... right in front..." Draco's voice came from far away, causing the two of them to look over together, and then met a pair of empty and indifferent black eyes, even with a hint of irritation.

"Professor Snape..." Harry groaned in his heart and lowered his head dejectedly.

"I can't think of a reason for you to be here at this time, Potter, Shafiq. You dared to go out for a night out just after escaping death. When Draco said that you were attacked and almost died, I don't feel at all. An accident." Snape looked down at them with a cold sarcasm on his face, and it could be seen that he was very angry now.

Now he just wants to pry open Harry Potter's head to see if it's all paste! Looking at the other party's messy hair and angry face, I felt even more angry. He is usually diligent and humble, with decent talent, and he will stand up for his classmates who are being bullied... Why is he so like his annoying father now?

"Look up!" Snape said to the little wizard who was almost shrinking into a ball.

Looking at those sincere green eyes filled with shame and guilt, his anger inexplicably calmed down a little, and he said in a smooth tone: "Confinement for one month, starting tomorrow, all three of them."

Draco took a breath, an undetectable groan coming from his throat.

"Tell me about the situation you just encountered in detail." Snape continued, his eyes scanning everyone's face with real eyes. Harry was crestfallen, Draco was hopeless, and Owen was looking downcast.

Next, Harry and Draco told what they saw in detail, and Owen occasionally added with a smile. He felt that Snape's eyes would always fall on him from time to time, but it was just Smile back.

Snape had an unpredictable expression on his face when he mentioned that the Aether learned to sneak into Hogwarts for Harry and get the Philosopher's Stone under the trap door. Harry had been secretly observing the other person's expression, but couldn't see anything. He glanced at Snape's hands again, but fortunately there were no injuries on them.

When he heard Harry's method of driving the two away, Snape frowned, then recited a few spells to check on him, but his expression became even more suspicious. He didn't know if this was Dumbledore's protective measure, and planned to ask later.

After understanding the whole story, Snape said thoughtfully: "What happened tonight is only known to you. I don't want to hear a word about it from other people's mouths." He looked at it with emphasis on warning. Draco glanced and said, "Now, go back to your common room."

The three little wizards breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly towards the lounge. Professor Snape was always following them, his invisible aura forcing them to walk faster and faster.

Finally reaching the stone wall of the lounge, Harry and Draco ducked in as if they were free. Owen was last, but he heard Professor Snape's faint voice: "You don't look good. Are you sick?"

"Ah, I was really not feeling well a few days ago, but I'm fine now." Owen first put on a thoughtful expression, and then said with a bright smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Professor Snape. Good night." He waved his hand and walked into the stone door.

Snape squinted at Owen's back. He was a master of dark magic and had been immersed in it for many years, so he was even more keen in this regard. He always felt that there seemed to be a hint of darkness in this little wizard, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

Thinking of Owen's previous contact with Quirrell, he felt that he needed to pay more attention to this little wizard.

After Harry and Draco returned to the common room, they took Owen together and talked late into the night, speculating on various possibilities. Owen patiently listened to the two people's interesting or ridiculous speculations, and gently stroked Melete's smooth and soft hair with his hands.

"The Philosopher's Stone... I seem to have heard of this thing." Draco crossed his shoulders with a thoughtful expression on his face, "I've definitely seen it somewhere!"

"The Philosopher's Stone is the highest creation of alchemy. It has the ability to turn stone into gold and can make potions that make people immortal. The only existing Philosopher's Stone belongs to the legendary alchemist Nicol Flamel, who is also one of the most important figures in the world today. The only person in the world who can create the Philosopher's Stone. It is said that Mr. Flamel is over 660 years old." Owen said calmly.

"At the same time, Nico Flamel is also Dumbledore's friend." He smiled at the two of them, "It's on the chocolate frog card."

"The Philosopher's Stone, the Midas Touch, the Elixir of Immortality..." Harry scratched his hair, "So, Mr. Nico Flamel gave the Philosopher's Stone to Mr. Dumbledore for safekeeping, and then the news leaked out for some reason. He went out and was stared at by some people. In order to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, Dumbledore placed it under the trap door in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor and asked Hagrid's big dog to guard it..."

In this way, it is entirely possible that Professor Snape is pursuing the Philosopher's Stone. The Aether Society may not be the only one coveting the Philosopher's Stone... Thinking of this, he became a little frustrated.

"The elixir of life, that's immortality!" Draco raised his eyebrows yearningly, "Who can refuse a magic stone?" He began to wonder if he could get it, but finally found that there seemed to be no possibility. Then he became disappointed.

"What do you want to do next?" Owen looked at Harry curiously.

Harry thought for a moment and held out his palm to Draco. Draco looked at him quizzically and shook his hand.

"Now that we know that the Aether Society has sneaked into Hogwarts in some way, I can try to tell." Harry said excitedly, "They dare not touch me. This is our advantage!"

"Ah, come on." Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling that things were getting interesting.

Harry set a small goal, first shake hands with everyone in Hogwarts!

After this night, everyone in Hogwarts found that the famous Harry Potter had become enthusiastic. He always likes to shake hands with everyone, even the professor and Filch's cat, making people speculate whether he has revealed some quirks.

However, the vast majority of people were still willing to shake hands with Harry as a sign of friendship. It was said that several little witches and wizards who admired him did not want to wash their hands for several days after shaking hands, which made Harry feel disgusted when he heard about this. cold.

While Owen was happily watching the show, he received an invitation from Quirrell or the Dark Lord again for the first time in a long time.