A ruined Hogwarts

It rained continuously for many days, and the grass outside the castle was muddy every day. The air was filled with damp water vapor, and coupled with the still low temperature, it was so cold that people didn't want to leave the warm lounge.

However, when the first Quidditch match of this semester started, the little wizards still rushed to the Quidditch pitch despite the cold showers. Apart from a few seventh-grade students who were anxiously preparing for the N.E.W.T.s exam, the only one left in the Slytherin common room was Owen, who was lazily huddled in front of the fireplace and warming himself.

Melete, the little raccoon cat, was lying on Owen's lap with her front paws in her hands, her eyes squinting lazily. Half a year later, Melete's size is close to that of an adult cat. Her light brown short hair is covered with dark brown spots and is smooth and shiny. Her body is as smooth and graceful as a little leopard. When she narrows her eyes slightly, she looks like a little leopard. He has a contradictory feeling of sharp handsomeness and lazy confusion.

She likes to sneak into the kitchen to ask for food while Owen is studying. The little cat Nizi has a big appetite but never gains weight, which makes Owen very puzzled. She was also keen on blocking a certain corridor and scaring Mrs. Norris, scaring the poor Maine Coon cat so suspiciously that it would jump up at the slightest sign of trouble, causing Owen to be slapped by Mr. Filch several times. warn.

Melete would also patrol the castle with her brothers and sisters, and act as a little spy to inform Owen who often violated school rules. She also liked to use Owen's desk, chair or books to grind his teeth while he was sleeping, or to He messed up his short black hair.

But as the rainy day continued, Melete was unwilling to leave the warm flame in the fireplace. Lying on Owen's body and warming himself by the fire every day was her favorite thing.

Owen sat quietly in the armchair, stroking Melete's warm and soft hair with his left hand from time to time, while flipping through the introductory book on black magic that he copied from the forbidden book area.

Although he has mastered several powerful black magic spells, Owen doesn't know much about the basics of black magic. After deciding to study black magic, he began to acquire relevant basic knowledge.

He glanced at the empty lounge. It was rare that he did not enter the space facing the wall. Instead, he changed to a more comfortable position and continued to warm himself by the fire. He opened the thick book in his hand and lightly traced the words written in bold font on the title page with his fingers. A line of advice. This kind of basic black magic books kept in the restricted area are only for students to broaden their knowledge and horizons, not for them to learn, so they basically have similar warnings and taboos written on them. However, Irving had actually violated these taboos to the point where he just glanced at them casually and turned to the main text.

From condensing and utilizing malice to analyzing and releasing curses, although Owen is already very proficient in this process, learning this process from another angle also gave him some inspiration, and the scattered knowledge in his mind became more Be systematic.

After reading for a while, he opened another black magic spell book, picked out a few practical spells, and memorized them in his mind. For example, a "thousand-blade" spell that can cut the human body can emit a bright silver light and cause the effect of cutting people with a blade, and even have a maiming or even fatal effect. It also contains a certain black magic curse that can make the wound Recovery becomes very slow.

This is completely different from the "Split into Four" spell in life magic. The Split into Four spells can basically only be used to cut objects. An accidental hit on a person is almost the same as being cut by a pencil sharpener.

Owen thought of Snape's Shadowless Curse and felt a little jealous. The wounds caused by the black magic spell invented by Professor Snape can only be completely healed by a fixed counter-spell. Moreover, this spell is very concealed and sinister. It does not emit any light beams or sounds, making it difficult for the enemy to detect and defend themselves. Coupled with spell-free and wand-less spell casting, it is even more difficult to guard against.

However, the Shadowless Curse is Professor Snape's representative curse. It seems that only he knows it. It has his own distinct personal characteristics. Moreover, the counter-curse is not easy to obtain, which seems to be a bit troublesome...

At this time, Melete yawned, jumped from Owen's lap to the table, lay between the pages of the book and stared at him with her round golden eyes, looking innocent and cute. Owen instantly forgot about the Shadowless Curse and other things, and petted the cat contentedly. Listening to the comfortable purring of the kitten, Nizi, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes happily.

Sure enough, cats are the most healing creatures in the world, and Owen will never be able to resist the temptation of cats in his life.

The stone wall at the entrance to the lounge slid open silently, and a large group of people rushed in, covered in clammy moisture, and loudly discussed the situation of the Quidditch match. The originally quiet and peaceful lounge suddenly became noisy, causing the seventh-grade students who were studying seriously to frown in annoyance.

"Owen, why are you so afraid of the cold?" Daphne used a magic spell to clean her wet blond hair and looked at him with her steamy blue eyes.

Owen put away the books on the table very naturally, held the sleeping Melete in his arms, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of the cold, I just hate the cold and like the warmth." In fact, he He seems to be less afraid of the cold since he completed his black magic transformation, but this has nothing to do with his dislike of the cold.

"You're right, I really shouldn't go to this game, but Pansy forced me... Oh, I'm going back to the dormitory to change clothes first." Daphne twisted her wet sleeves and walked away in a hurry .

"In a bladder round, Gryffindor defeated Hufflepuff in the end. I'm not surprised at all..." Blaise rushed over and trembled and squatted in front of the fireplace to warm himself, "Gryffindor's leading score Not much, as long as we beat Ravenclaw by twenty points in the next game, this year's Quidditch Cup will fall into our hands early..."

"I should have known that Hufflepuff was not up to par, and it was basically impossible for those idiots who couldn't do anything to defeat the brainless fools of Gryffindor, so I shouldn't have gone to watch this game. "Draco said in a dissatisfied tone, his light blond hair messy and stuck to his forehead, looking a little embarrassed.

Harry was also soaked, and his wet hair looked even more messy. He sat on the chair without saying a word, looked at his palms thoughtfully, and then whispered mysteriously: "I think I know who those two guys from the Aether Society are pretending to be."

After today's game, he took the opportunity to congratulate the Gryffindor team on their victory and shook hands with Professor McGonagall to eliminate her suspicions. As a result, there were only two professors who had not shaken his hand - exactly two.

"Professor Quirrell," Harry said seriously, "I'm sure there's something wrong with him. I tried to talk to him after Defense Against the Dark Arts yesterday, but he just gave me a few perfunctory words and walked away. , different from the first time we met... completely different." He recalled that when he and Professor Quirrell first met in the Leaky Cauldron, the other party was enthusiastic and nervous.

"You think, he suddenly changed a lot last semester, even his dressing style changed. This is too suspicious. I should have thought of it earlier!" Harry said energetically. He finally caught the Aether Society's fox tail.

"You should be lucky that he stayed away from garlic." Draco said with a mocking look, "Oh, garlic is like a nightmare. If he is really replaced by someone from the Aether Society, then this organization has done a great thing. He paused: "I would rather face them than face the disgusting smell of garlic again."

"That makes sense." Owen agreed in a rare move.

"Both of you..." Harry had a black line on his forehead, "Shouldn't you be worried about whether the real Professor Quirrell is okay? He must be in a very dangerous situation now. I have to tell Mr. Dumbledore about this."

"Ah, come on." Owen yawned.

"There is another person from the Aether Society. I think he is Professor Snape." Harry said with some embarrassment, and couldn't help but stand up and pace back and forth. "But I can't be sure, because that night it was Snape." The professor arrived in time to take us back... Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he did this deliberately to dispel our suspicions. After all, we were following the dean that night before we bumped into the man from the Aether Society."

"No, no matter what method we use, we have to confirm Professor Snape's situation!" Harry slammed the table firmly, his emerald green eyes flashing with determination.

"It's not us, it's you." Owen said lazily, his deep eyes unwavering.

"Do you really want to seduce? I can't write a letter asking my father to provide you with some necessary supplies..." Draco perked up, remembering Owen's proposal that night. He couldn't help but look Harry up and down, thinking that he would look good dressed as a girl.

"How is that possible!" Harry almost exploded. He was very tired. Why were Owen and Draco so unreliable?

"Okay." Draco sighed with a disappointed look on his face and began to rummage through his homework. The amount of homework he had accumulated no longer allowed him to put it off any longer. "This is the first time I know that there are so many homeworks in herbal medicine class..." he complained.

"It's understandable. I heard that Professor Sprout lost a lot of magic plants the day before yesterday. It's normal for her to be angry..." Harry sighed, and then his face fell, "But there is no doubt that I really want to Throw the homework in the face of the herb thief."

Owen's movements of stroking Melete paused slightly, and then continued to stroke the hair as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, it's really tiring to build a stage by myself. Can it be ruined?" He slumped on the chair, thinking about where he could cut corners.

…

The rainy weather has passed, the air has become dry, and the study life at Hogwarts is still calm and leisurely.

Of course, that doesn't include Harry. He took the opportunity to teach alone and vividly told Dumbledore about Quirrell's anomalies and his suspicions about him, but he did not receive the expected response. Dumbledore just smiled and said nothing, avoided answering, and resorted to dragging his feet, which made the little wizard who was obsessed with catching the ether and learning tricks anxious.

Harry thought it was because he had not found any evidence, so after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he had already prepared to block Quirrell in the classroom and pestered him to ask about various options for treating werewolf bites. As a result, I found that the other party actually put on gloves...

"I'm sure he has big problems!" Harry walked out of the classroom angrily, and then suggested eagerly: "Do you think that if I go to his office to ask him questions, will he reveal his flaws?"

Good guy, you are going to pack yourself up and send it to Voldemort. Owen stared at Harry with the eyes of a warrior, making the other man's face become increasingly red.

"I think he would be very happy to make a specimen of you and put it on the wall to be framed." Draco said quietly, "and write 'door-delivery idiot' next to it."

"Okay, I admit this method is a bit ridiculous." Harry scratched his head.

"No, actually I really want to see what he will do." Owen said with a half-smile. Harry Potter, whom he had longed for, came to his door and posed seductively, and he didn't believe that Voldemort would hold back and not do something.

Here we go again, Owen, who is afraid that the world will not be in chaos... Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Well, you'd better continue to meet Professor Snape." Owen said with a chuckle.

"I told you, it's not a ploy!" Harry emphasized.

"It's about deliberate, stalking, overt and covert attacks..." Draco added, "I dare say that no one has ever dared to challenge the Dean's patience like you. It's really surprising that he hasn't killed you yet." Exceeding my expectations.”

These days, Harry spends his time thinking about Professor Snape in various ways. "Accidentally" bumping into him, pretending to fall, meeting love at the corner, falling down... All kinds of outrageous methods have been tried, but Snape can always avoid it in advance, and is indifferent. He watched Harry making a fool of himself, while not forgetting to attack him with venomous words with a mocking look on his face.

The two of them have been fighting wits and courage recently. Harry has been defeated and defeated repeatedly, and his whole body is on fire, but Snape's face is so gloomy that it is almost dripping with water. The eyes he has been looking at Harry all day seem to have I couldn't help but want to recite the death curse on him.

"Doesn't this just mean that he is not Professor Snape? If he couldn't control himself and attacked me in public, that would be a good thing." Harry said confidently, which is what he did. Purpose. "Something must have happened to the real Headmaster, otherwise he wouldn't need to hide from me at all. I'm very close to the truth now! We have to rescue Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell from the Aether Society. As long as I Once the evidence is found, Professor Dumbledore will never stand idly by!"

"By the way, we have a party next, right?" Harry called Blaise, Daphne and Pansy. "Mr. Dumbledore taught me a very powerful technique, but I didn't understand it very well..." He blushed in shock, and then said excitedly: "However, I learned a useful white magic."

Owen glanced at him sideways, silently thinking about the several potions he had refined not long ago, as well as some high-level potions Natasha had obtained for him outside school. Due to his father's instructions, Owen had a hard time He got the finished potion from the potion shop at home, but he himself has been too busy recently to study potions. Fortunately, Natasha was able to buy it for him and send it over.

The study group gathered in an empty classroom on the second floor, listening to Harry stammering about the spell-casting techniques that Dumbledore had taught him. This should be an advanced technique that can make the magic spell release faster. In a duel, even just a little faster can play a decisive role.

However, this technique involves some knowledge that is obviously not accessible to young wizards of this age. Harry is also trying to catch up, just reading the notes he took down in confusion, his eyes looking even more dazed than the young wizards listening to the class.

Owen held his chin with one hand and thought about it carefully. Harry's story was really pointless and intermittent, and many key points were missing. He could only write down some points that he couldn't figure out for the time being, and planned to think about it carefully when he went back. Most of the others looked dull and confused. Only Hermione took down seven or eight pages of notes, which was more than three times more than Harry's notes.

But it was the white magic that followed that made the little wizards come out of their discouragement. This is a healing spell that not only allows wounds to heal quickly, but also has a certain effect on wounds caused by some black magic. It is a life-saving spell at critical moments.

"It needs to have enough compassion or protective thoughts." Harry demonstrated to everyone, the tip of the wand in his hand bloomed with soft white light, "Mr. Dumbledore said, the effect of this spell depends on our determination and will. .When your heart moves forward, it can show effects beyond imagination.”

Obviously, this should be specially selected by Dumbledore, a white magic that is not difficult to release but has a high upper limit.

Owen sat elegantly and lazily in the corner, holding his chin in one hand and squinting at the warm white light emitted from Harry's wand, which he felt was a bit dazzling. He listened silently as Harry explained the key points of the spell without reservation, and answered Hermione's questions very patiently. Although he was a little overwhelmed, he was very serious.

"He is a kind-hearted guy who can selflessly share the precious knowledge taught by Dumbledore with his friends." Owen was a little distracted. As the protagonist of a fairy tale, such a person is also speechless.

"It would be interesting if such a person could be allowed to fall into darkness." Owen's expression became a little strange, and a hint of deep malice flashed in his dark eyes.

"Hey, I actually had such an idea. Was it influenced by Voldemort?" He shook his head in amusement. He somewhat understood Voldemort's thoughts. The deeper a person fell, the more he wanted to drag down those who were still bathing in the sun.

Owen looked at Harry, who seemed to be glowing all over, then looked down at his bloodless palms, and lightly clicked his tongue: "Forget it, this is good, I won't bully honest children."

He silently turned his head to look out the window at the sun that was about to tilt into the mountains, his expression indifferent.

In the following spell practice, Owen experienced for the first time the powerlessness of a scumbag. He was quick to learn everything in his past life, but he hit a wall in white magic. He was able to gather a certain amount of positive emotions, even if they were not very stable. But then he not only had to overcome the malicious interference in his heart, but also had to overcome the black devil to protect this city. Due to the obstacles of the mountains, the magic spell that was about to be cast was pushed back several times.

The other little wizards released the prototype of this magic one after another. When Neville was almost finished, Owen reluctantly released a shallow white light, but he felt that this thing was more difficult than all the spells he had learned before. .

"Well done, Owen!" Harry made an encouraging gesture to him, looking genuinely happy. This was the first time he saw Owen being stumped by something. Maybe he was not good at using the power of emotions to recite spells? That's right, Owen is usually too rational, just like Hermione is not very good at this either.

Owenson leaned back in his chair helplessly and said silently in his heart: "I hate white magic."

The little wizard on the side looked at him and blinked, feeling that black energy was coming out of him again.

After communicating again for a while, a group of people argued excitedly with each other and went to the auditorium to eat together. Only Draco finally managed to win back the game, proudly mocking Hermione for learning slower than him this time. However, when Harry turned to comfort Hermione, Draco instantly seemed to become angry. The pufferfish snorted loudly.

In such ordinary daily life, the weather is getting warmer and warmer. Owen also slowly completed his arrangements and took the suitcase out of the Room of Requirement.

"The final performance is about to begin." He whispered with a bright smile, "Then, please look forward to it gorgeously and accept it with gratitude."