A ruined Hogwarts

The body was falling downwards, and the cold and damp air turned into a roaring wind that blew past his ears, taking away all other sounds.

The feeling of falling brings an exciting and comfortable experience, like becoming a freely gliding bird. Owen couldn't help but open his arms in mid-air, and the smile on his lips gradually widened.

With a dull impact, he seemed to have landed on a soft cushion. The surrounding environment was very dim, and the "cushion" under him slowly squirmed. Snake-like vines wrapped around his ankles and wrists, and then began to climb to his cheeks, trying to strangle his neck.

Owen quietly looked up at the passage where he fell. The entrance to the cave hung several meters high and looked like a spot of light the size of a postage stamp. The sound of a three-headed dog barking came from above the cave entrance. He narrowed his eyes with a bright smile. The plant holding his body was soft, but it felt a little bit irritating to his butt for some reason.

"Ouch!" Draco screamed like a pig, "Owen, get up and drive quickly, my leg is going to be broken!"

Okay, Draco's at the bottom.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I can't get up right now." Owen said with a tone of great regret, and at the same time shook his hands and feet that were entangled in the vines, looking like he was helpless.

"Then don't move..." Draco was pinned down by him, hissing and gasping for air, his voice choked with sobs. He really regretted following him. If he really could get the Philosopher's Stone tonight, he would have to send it to his father and study it for a few years before he could repay the money.

"It's a devil's net, use fire!" Neville, who liked herbology the most, shouted loudly as soon as he touched the vines that entangled everyone with his hands. He judged almost instantly from the characteristics of the plant that it was a devil's net.

"Fire is raging!" Harry released a small orange flame, lighting the vines beside him and almost burning Neville's hair.

"I'm sorry, Neville." He waved the flame at the tip of his wand to drive away the devil's net on Neville's body. He felt guilty and wanted to laugh when he saw half of Neville's hair being burned by the flames.

Hermione also released a blue bellflower-like flame, which spread quickly. In just a few seconds, the surrounding vines struggled, twisted and shrank to the damp stone wall, releasing the little wizards above.

"Oh!" Draco fell to the ground sprawled, feeling like his legs were really going to break. Why the hell is Irving so heavy?

"Good job." Owen got up calmly, as if he had just woken up from bed in the morning. He looked down at the somewhat embarrassed Draco with a smile, pointed his wand at his leg and said "healed as before", and then said in a relaxed and lazy tone: "You are fine, come on, I'm optimistic you."

Draco stood up with a dark face, stamped his feet on the ground, and after confirming that his bones no longer hurt, he turned his face to the side.

Harry looked at Owen strangely. Why did he think this guy was here to relax and hang out? He shook his head and finally put aside this strange feeling of déjà vu.

"This way," Harry said, pointing to the only stone corridor available. After observing everyone's situation and confirming that everyone was fine, he took the lead and walked to the front.

They walked down the slope of the corridor. In addition to their footsteps, there was also the sound of water dripping slowly along the wall. The atmosphere along the way was very depressing and everyone was very nervous, so Owen gently hummed a melodious melody, which actually shocked the others.

"Don't be too tense, relax." Owen said in a brisk tone. He really wasn't interested in children's level-breaking games. Judging from the current team configuration, he should be able to follow them leisurely - the children were happily playing level-breaking games, and he easily took the Philosopher's Stone, how wonderful.

Owen squinted at the backs of the figures walking in front. If he hadn't been unable to get the Sorcerer's Stone from the Mirror of Erised, he wouldn't have had to promote the game. After all, if Dumbledore still arranges it according to the original plot, then only those who are eager to find the Sorcerer's Stone without thinking about using it can get it, and Owen himself obviously does not meet the conditions.

"Owen, the tone you just played is a bit familiar." Harry was so nervous that his knuckles turned white when he clenched his wand. He wanted to make himself less nervous, so he spoke.

"Huh? Familiar?" Owen narrowed his eyes at him. This is amazing, that is Hedwig Variations. Although it is famous, you should not be familiar with it, because it is the theme song of the Harry Potter series of movies...

"I should have heard you hum this tune before." Harry said as he recalled, "It sounds pretty good. Did you compose it?" He always felt that Owen was an all-round guy, and it was normal for him to be able to compose tunes.

"That's it..." Owen shook his head in disappointment. He suddenly showed a mysterious smile and said playfully: "This melody is actually a code. I can teach you. Once someone shows strange emotions to this tune in the future, you can secretly tell him: What do you think about Daniel... Is Radcliffe like me? Do you think Dumbledore would mourn you? Or, um... GGAD?"

Harry: "..." What the hell?

Being teased by Owen like this, he suddenly felt that the tension in his heart was inexplicably relieved. He silently kept Owen's words in mind, and at the same time carefully pondered what the profound meaning was.

"Shh, there's something moving ahead." Hermione suddenly whispered. She was also thinking about the meaning of GGAD. It must be the abbreviation of something...

The little wizards became nervous again. There were faint rustling and tinkling sounds in front of them, mixed with the sound of countless wings flashing, like a large group of birds flying randomly.

The group of people came to the end of the corridor. In front of them was a brightly lit room. Countless keys with wings were flying around, shining like gems. There were several broomsticks piled in the corner of the room.

Harry cautiously approached the door at the end, pulled the door handle hard, and tried the lock-picking spell, but it failed to open the door. He stared at the flying keys and said: "The door is locked. It seems that we need to capture the key to this door..."

"Leave this to me." Draco said confidently. He had always been very confident in his flying skills.

"But the problem is, finding the only key among hundreds of keys is a big project." Hermione frowned and thought, "We can't catch them one by one and try..."

The little wizards looked at each other and looked up at the chaotically flying keys, their claws numb for a moment.

"What we are looking for is probably a large antique key, maybe it's silver?" Harry scratched his head, then grabbed a broomstick and said, "No matter, I'll try to look for it first..."

As he spoke, he flew into the air on his broom, walking through the dense group of keys, struggling to distinguish the colorful keys with different shapes. Draco also flew into the air, and the two of them walked around in circles.

Hermione pulled her hair unconsciously and paced beside the wooden door, sometimes looking at the key above her head and sometimes at the locked door. Neville couldn't help but take a broomstick and fly into the sky.

"Owen, what can you do?" Hermione looked at Owen standing leisurely aside and said with a frown. She didn't know why Owen was so distracted now.

"I'll give it a try." Owen blinked. Wasting time is not a good habit.

He stood in front of the wooden door and looked at the very special-looking keyhole. He waved the wand in his hand, and a bright silver light illuminated the keyhole. He penetrated into it inch by inch, clearly showing the structure inside the keyhole. in his mind. At the same time, Owen took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and quickly sketched the shape of the key on it.

"It's not bad, its shape is very special, the tail end is protruding, and it's shaped like a door handle." Owen showed the painting in his hands to Harry and the others, and said with encouragement, "Then I'll leave it to you. !”

Facts have proved that they are still very reliable. Harry showed an excellent talent for searching for targets and found the target in only five minutes.

"Found it, the one with sky blue wings!" He dived towards a big silver key. Several people chased and intercepted the key in mid-air. Harry and Draco's cooperation was particularly tacit. In the end, Harry chased the key with no way out and plunged into Draco's arms.

"I caught it!" Draco raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly and proudly. But he was handsome for only three seconds. The silver key he was struggling with almost flew out of his hand, and the head of the key hit his chin hard.

Harry took the key from his hand and unlocked the door. Draco touched his sore chin and muttered: "Look, you can't do anything without me..."

"Of course, you are the best, Draco." Harry praised sincerely and perfunctorily, making the other person's tail almost go up to the sky.

They entered the room inside the door, and the dark room suddenly became brightly lit. They stood next to a huge chessboard. The black chess pieces in front were taller than them, and the white chess pieces on the other side had no facial features on their faces.

"Want to play wizard chess? I'm good at this!" Draco said inflated.

Harry ignored his words: "It seems we have to act as chess pieces." He looked at Owen: "Owen, you are the best at wizard chess..."

"I'm not sure I can win." Owen raised his eyebrows, and then said jokingly, "I think this level depends on Draco."

Harry was startled, looked thoughtfully at Draco, who looked confident, and nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

"Haha, I just said I'm very good at chess." Draco said eagerly.

In a way, you are indeed very powerful. Harry nodded cautiously and took his place with a black knight.

Owen patted a black bishop on the shoulder and watched the chess pieces come to life and walk out of the chessboard step by step. He stood where the black bishop had been, squinting at the door behind the white chess piece.

Next, Neville replaced another black knight, Hermione chose the castle, and Draco didn't want to choose the same one as Hermione, so he replaced another black bishop.

"Draco, I'm in charge of commanding the chess pieces. You can help me make suggestions." Harry begged sincerely, "Please do your best."

"Of course, you can trust me." Draco raised his chin reservedly and decided to use all his abilities.

However, in the following game, Draco's expression became worse and worse, and a blush of embarrassment appeared on his pale cheeks. The wand in his hand was shaking constantly, and he was about to cast a curse on Harry.

This guy didn't do what he said! What about the plans you promised?

However, Harry moved more and more smoothly under Draco's instructions. After Draco helped him eliminate one or two wrong directions in each step, he directed his side to capture the white pieces one by one with a solemn expression. He firmly has the upper hand in this duel.

Every move he made was extremely cautious, because every time a chess piece was captured, the opponent's chess piece would smash the chess piece into pieces and drag the remains to the wall, giving the chess game a more cruel meaning.

But when the battle reached its most intense moment, Harry had no idea where to start. He stood there with his mouth pursed, beads of sweat on his forehead, because if they were to win, a few of them would inevitably suffer casualties, and even if Draco could help him rule out wrong answers, he couldn't save everyone.

"It's okay, Harry, let's go on." Neville was in the most dangerous situation, but he seemed very calm and brave. "I think it will knock me out at most. Just don't forget to take me with you when you leave."

"But..." Hermione was about to stop her.

Harry opened his mouth and clenched his fists tightly. There was no way he could make that decision, what if Neville was shattered like one of those chess pieces?

"Neville, move forward to the right." Owen muttered, blinking his left eye at Harry and taking over the command.

Neville looked at Harry, then at Owen, and followed Owen's instructions with great trust and walked one space to the right.

"The queen moves three spaces to the left." Owen said calmly, watching the black queen walk directly into the white base camp, surrounded by white chess pieces.

"Owen, aren't you acting recklessly?" Draco almost jumped.

"The queen moves straight forward one square to the left." After the opponent's white pawn took a step forward, Owen continued to direct casually, watching the black queen smash the white pawn.

The white king rose from his throne, smashed the black queen, and dragged her remains off the chessboard, where they were stacked on top of the remains of the chess pieces.

Harry pursed his lips and watched this scene, seeing that the next step was that he would be eaten by a White Castle, but he did not interfere with Owen's thinking with any words, and expressed trust with his actions.

Owen let out a soft "tsk", and the black bishop he represented crossed most of the chessboard diagonally, completely forcing the white king into a blind corner.

The white king took off the crown from his head and threw it at his feet. The white chess pieces bowed and retreated, leaving a path leading directly to the door at the end.

"Look, people tend to ignore possible crises when the sweet bait is right in front of them." Owen said with a half-smile.

"Awesome..." Harry sighed. He knew that he had been tricked by Irving again. This guy was not sure. He just wanted to get away with it. But here comes the question, why is Owen so lazy?

The group of people walked quickly towards the door in front. Only Draco's resentful voice still echoed in the room: "So, what is my role?"

"You deserve most of the credit, Draco." Harry reassured, "Without you, I would have lost just now."

"But I'm not happy at all." Draco said with a dark face, "I want to kill you, Harry."

"Yeah, let's talk about it later." Harry said perfunctorily. In short, Owen used to deal with him like this.

They came to a door again, and as soon as they opened the door, a disgusting stench hit their nostrils, making everyone choke and retreat, and their eyes were filled with tears. There was a vicious roar, and the terrifying sight before them made the little wizards' hearts jump to their throats.

A huge monster stood in the room. It had dull granite-like skin, short and thick legs like tree stumps, and a huge and stupid body like a pile of huge gravel, with a cocoa bean-like head on top. The little head, the ugly little eyes blinking stupidly. It was carrying a thick wooden stick in its long arms and was slowly approaching everyone. Its strong stench made people want to spit out their overnight meal.

"It's a troll!" Hermione's body trembled a little. Draco had already retreated far away and took out the alchemy items on his body.

Owen recited a Bubble Charm to himself to filter the air, and said softly: "The weak point of the troll is the head." He raised his wand and pointed at the troll's small head that was extremely disproportionate to its huge body, and said: "Gathered together as one ."

The gravitational spell he created during the Ravenclaw test had already been perfected. Under the influence of the spell, a strong pulling force suddenly burst out from a point in front of the troll's head, and the troll raised his hand high. The wooden stick fell hard under the sudden huge traction force, and hit the back of the monster's head with a "bang" sound. The giant monster's huge body shook, and then fell heavily to the ground, losing consciousness instantly.

"As long as you master the tricks of dealing with it, it's not difficult at all." Owen said with a smile to the stunned crowd.

"Come on, I don't want to stay here any longer." Draco said with tears in his eyes. Well, I wasn't scared at all, just because of the stench.

The little wizards quickly passed through the smelly room and came to a simple room. As soon as they crossed the threshold, purple flames erupted behind them, blocking their escape route. At the same time, black flames erupted in front of them, blocking their way out.

There was only a table in front of him, with seven strange-shaped bottles on it, and a piece of parchment.

Hermione grabbed the parchment, pondered for a while and then smiled: "Obviously, the smallest bottle can allow us to pass through the black flames and get the magic stone. And the one on the far right can make people go back the way they came."

"No more than two people can drink the potion in this bottle." Harry frowned, picked it up and looked at everyone, "I have to go there..."

"Then I'll come with you." Owen said helplessly.

Harry pursed his lips and smiled. Although Owen seemed careless along the way, he was always the most reliable when something happened... Harry was very lucky to have Owen as a friend. Of course, he was also lucky to know so many friends who were willing to take risks for him.

"Okay." He didn't refuse. He was really not sure that he could pass the subsequent levels. With Irving here, he would feel more at ease. Unconsciously, Owen was already someone he could rely on in his heart.

"We will wait for you here until you come back safely." The others looked at each other. Although they were unwilling to do so, they also knew that this was the best choice.

Harry nodded heavily, and then he and Owen drank the potion in one mouthful, and stepped firmly into the black flames under the gaze of everyone.