A ruined Hogwarts

By the end of July, the weather was getting hotter and muggier, and even the floral-scented breeze coming in from the window was steaming hot.

The Rozier family's birthday party was already over. As expected, it was just as boring as in previous years. Of course, probably only Owen thought so, but the other children had a good time. During the process, Cousin Rhine proudly demonstrated to everyone a little black magic he had learned, which caused a spider hanging on the door frame to grow an extra leg, which shocked a few little guys.

It has to be said that although Durmstrang Magic School is relatively tolerant towards black magic, only senior students are allowed to be exposed to some black magic with less serious consequences. If anyone is found to be researching dangerous black magic, they will be punished or even expelled. . Rhine probably secretly learned the skill from somewhere else. Of course, he still regretted not being able to scare Owen.

"It seems that you are quite courageous. I thought that after you went to Hogwarts, you would become as crying as the students there..." Rhine said at the time.

Owen could only smile and give polite applause, and then he saw the weird-looking spider jump on Roland, causing his usually calm cousin to scream and perform a laser dance on the spot.

After a brief interlude, Owen returned to his leisurely life again, until a letter was sent.

Owen sat in the armchair in the living room, looking at the letter he had just delivered in his hand. It was more like a casually folded note than a letter, still crumpled. The snow-white owl that delivered the message looked a little embarrassed, and its feathers were not as fluffy. It seemed that it had been hungry for a long time, and it was devouring the plump white mice that Owen fed to it.

This letter was obviously from Harry, who was probably having a very difficult time. Owen and the others had not received any reply to the several letters they had sent.

In the letter, Harry briefly talked about his situation during this period. His wand, textbooks and luggage were locked in the storage room by his uncle. Even his owl Hedwig was locked in a cage all day long, preventing Harry from sending messages to anyone in the wizarding world. He also managed to open the cage where Hedwig was imprisoned and secretly sent this letter.

He asked a lot about the magical world, as if this would make him feel that he was still in the magical world. At the end of the letter, Harry complained a little, saying that no one had written to him since the holidays. He said somewhat pitifully that he had not received any news from the magical world for more than a month, as if he had been completely forgotten.

Seeing the little wizard confiding his inner anguish in the letter, Owen shook his head with a strange expression. Ever since they broke through the trap door together last term, Harry had clearly regarded him as his most trustworthy best friend.

"But Harry didn't receive a letter this summer?" Owen knocked on the wooden armrest of the chair thoughtfully, "It seems that Dobby still intercepted them like the original plot... Well, that diary , do you want to find a chance to get it?"

The owl Hedwig clicked the mouse's bones, waking Owen up from his thoughts. He glanced at the letter in his hand again. This letter looked like a letter for help.

Owen fed Hedwig some owl snacks, took out his wand and chanted a cleaning spell on it, making its feathers return to white and fluffy. Then he organized his words, pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote a few words. I put it in the envelope and handed it to it.

The snow-white owl gently bit Owen's fingertips with its pointed beak, and then flew out of the window lightly with the envelope in its mouth, gradually disappearing in the light blue sky.

"Poor guy, I don't know if you can receive it..." Owen shook his head and looked away. But now that Harry had complained to him, he didn't intend to sit back and do nothing. After all, he was a friend.

He thought for a while and wrote to Draco and the others to inform them of Harry's current situation. As a result, in the next few days, the owl that delivered the letter never stopped.

Harry's experience aroused unanimous indignation among the young wizards. If Owen hadn't stopped him, Draco would have found someone to come to Harry's aunt and uncle to curse him.

Blaise's idea was not very reliable. He wanted to send a magic troublemaker doll so that the family could concentrate on dealing with it, so that they would not have the energy to embarrass Harry anymore. It took Owen a lot of talking to make him understand that the kind of doll that would make a mess in a wizard's house would probably scare Muggles crazy or even to death...

Daphne wanted to solve Harry's problem and let him deal with his aunt and his family. She recently found a way to confuse trace detection at home, and she is eager to find someone to try it. However, Owen knew that this would only deepen the conflict. If Harry got angry, he might be kicked out the next day.

"What a bunch of careless guys." Owen thought amusingly. But as the letter to Harry disappeared again, he planned to pay a visit to Privet Drive.

On the afternoon of July 31st, Owen used Floo powder to arrive at Diagon Alley. He first went to Gringotts to exchange some pounds. He was a little unhappy with the high fees charged by the greedy goblins of Gringotts. No wonder wizards hated goblins.

Next, he walked out of the front door of the Leaky Cauldron and entered the Muggle streets for the first time in a long time. There was a bustling area nearby, with pedestrians coming and going on the street, but Owen felt a little out of place. In fact, this was indeed the case. He was wearing an elegant black robe, and his outstanding appearance and retro dress attracted many curious and surprised eyes.

Owen turned into a nearby shopping mall and bought an exquisite, unmistakable suit. After putting it on, he felt like he had integrated into the Muggle world. He hailed a taxi on the street, sat in the back seat and silently looked at the scenery outside the window, as if he had returned to his previous life.

He suddenly smiled and touched his ear with his right hand. A deck of cards quietly appeared in his hand, changing shapes smoothly as if it had been given life.

"Privet Drive has arrived." After a long time, the driver said.

"Thank you." Owen paid and got out of the car, followed the clean and tidy road to No. 4 Privet Drive, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There were rustling sounds and hurried footsteps inside the door. After a moment, the door opened. A thin woman with a long face stuck her head out and looked him up and down with a pair of shrewd eyes.

"You are?" She looked at this strange child in confusion, not remembering that she had met him casually at King's Cross Station before.

"Hello, Mrs. Dursley. My name is Owen Shafik, you can call me Owen." Owen showed a perfect smile and greeted him gracefully, "Sorry for the infringement of my visit, ma'am. I'm here. Visiting friends.”

With his exquisite appearance, decent clothes and good self-cultivation, he looked like an aristocratic young master. The excellent first impression made the expression on Petunia Dursley's face soften. She smiled warmly and said, "Come in, Owen."

She led Owen into the living room and shouted upstairs: "Dudley, your friend is here to find you!"

"Sorry, madam, I'm here to see Harry." Owen raised the corners of his mouth and said softly, and then saw the other person's face stiffen. The fat boy who had just run down the stairs quickly stopped when he heard this, and then ran upstairs quickly with a look of horror on his face. It seemed that the whole house was shaking with his footsteps.

"Are you...the same kind of person as him?" Petunia took a step back, her eyes widened with an expression of repulsion and horror.

"If you are referring to wizards, I am indeed." Owen smiled and nodded, "We haven't received a letter from Harry this summer. I was worried that something was wrong with him, so I came to visit."

Penny shook her head in disbelief. In her opinion, wizards were a group of weird-dressed, weird-acting guys who were sloppy and crazy. Owen's performance refreshed her understanding. However, this could not change her inner dislike for this group. She said with a long face: "He is very good."

"In that case, madam, can I see him?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, I'll call him." Penny said hurriedly, even stopping to make tea.

…

Harry was locked in his room again because Aunt Petunia had found a number of letters from unknown sources in his room. It struck a nerve with his aunt and uncle, as if a terrorist had sent a bomb to their home.

Harry had no room for explanation at all and could only stay helplessly in his room, accompanied only by Hedwig who was locked in the cage again. There was only a bowl of cold soup for lunch, and everyone and the owl were very hungry.

He sat dejectedly on the edge of his bed, looking through the window at the darkening sky outside. He felt like a miserable prisoner, forgotten by everyone.

During those few days of vacation, he thought he could live a better life. Because after being threatened by Draco and his son, his aunt and uncle were really scared for several days, and they always treated him as a transparent person at home, which actually made him feel a lot more comfortable. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before their anger broke out over a small incident, and Harry couldn't even leave the house every day. Thanks to his aunt's efforts, all the neighbors knew that he was a bad boy who was sent to a school for juvenile delinquents.

He missed everything about Hogwarts and his friends, but they didn't seem to miss him at all. Last time, he finally broke the lock on Hedwig's cage and sent a letter to Owen, thinking that Owen would tell him the interesting things that happened there. But Hedwig, who flew back, didn't bring any reply. She was still jumping up and down in the room, biting his finger angrily.

Harry felt extremely uncomfortable every time he thought of this. He thought he already had many friends, especially Owen, who was willing to always support and help him when he learned that Voldemort was plotting the Philosopher's Stone, which made him very grateful and trustful. But why is Owen unwilling to write him a letter?

Hedwig fiddled with the iron cage with her paws, opened and closed the bird's beak impatiently, making a clicking sound, then flapped her wings and glanced at Harry angrily.

"Don't look at me, I can't get out." Harry said with a straight face. Remembering that today was still his birthday made him even more discouraged.

He heard Aunt Petunia calling to Dudley and heard Dudley's heavy footsteps echoing. It seemed that Dudley's friends were here, so it seemed that being locked in the room wasn't so bad. He hated those noisy guys.

Then there was a rough knock on his door. He heard Aunt Petunia unlock the door, opened the door and said domineeringly: "If someone comes to see you, you'd better let him leave my house quickly. Don't let it happen again!"

But Harry could no longer hear what she was saying, and he thought happily that someone had finally come to him. He rushed down the stairs and saw a boy in a delicate suit leisurely looking at the furnishings in the living room.

"Owen?" he grinned. He had never seen Owen dressed like this.

"Long time no see, Harry." Owen waved his hand and allowed the excited little wizard to give him a big hug. "It's not easy to get your message. No one has received your reply..."

"You mean, you guys wrote to me?" Harry glanced at Aunt Petunia, who was clasping her shoulders and glaring condescendingly, and pulled Owen towards the yard, "I didn't receive a letter! It must be Aunt Petunia and the others who intercepted my letter!" His mood became excited, and his friends did not forget him.

"I don't think they have that ability." Irving said casually.

"So, you asked Hedwig to reply to me last time? No wonder it was so irritable when it came back because the letter was snatched away!" Harry said thoughtfully, "In fact, I have received it every day these days. I got a piece of paper, and it kept warning me not to go back to Hogwarts. Do you think it has anything to do with this?"

"It's possible." Owen nodded. It seems that Dobby still wants to protect Harry as in the original plot, but in a different way, without appearing directly in front of him. Probably because Harry is now friends with Draco.

"Forget it, don't think about it anymore. Owen, you came here because..." Harry looked at Owen with a hint of hope on his expression. Today is his birthday...

"Come here and see if you're dead." Owen said with a half-smile.

"Oh..." Harry sighed in disappointment.

"And, we want to hear your thoughts." Owen said, "I told other people about your situation, and they all wanted to help you get out of your current predicament. It took a lot of effort for me to convince Draco not to Find a group of wizards to turn your aunt and others into scarabs."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't imagine that. Then he became worried again, and he didn't know what to do: "It would be great if I could get out of here. I would rather live in the Leaky Cauldron."

"The Leaky Cauldron has a mixed crowd and is not safe." Owen glanced at the flaming clouds in the sky, "How about you come and stay at my house for a while?"

"Uh... let's forget it," Harry said. He knew the situation of Owen's family, and he knew without thinking that he must have been out of place and uncomfortable everywhere in the past.

Owen nodded without any surprise, knowing that Harry was more suitable for the warm and casual Weasley family. He said: "It's not where my parents live. My family has a property in London. You can live there. Although no one else lives there, there are house elves who clean it daily, and the fireplace is also connected to the Floo network. We can always I'll come play with you in the past, and you can always go to Diagon Alley through the fireplace..."

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up.

"Can I still lie to you?" Owen asked.

"Then let me go and tell them. They must be eager for me to leave their house as soon as possible." Harry hurried back.

I don't know how Harry convinced his aunt. Owen just waited outside for a few minutes and saw Harry walking out happily carrying heavy luggage, looking like he wanted to put on more legs. His aunt hid behind the door and stared at him with a dark face.

The two took a taxi on the side of the road. Harry released the stifled owl and then got into the car with the cage.

"No. 6 Capet Street, Westminster." Owen said to the driver. The middle-aged driver looked at the two of them in surprise, and then started the car.

The Shafiq family owns a large number of properties in many places, which they use as temporary residences for vacations. The house at No. 6 Capt Street is a single-family three-story garden villa. The yard is also filled with white roses. Lush flower bushes cover the fence, and the air is fragrant.

After getting out of the car, Harry took a deep breath and clearly felt the pride of the Shafiq family.

"You can choose any room on the second floor." Owen helped Harry carry his schoolbag and birdcage, and led him into the bright and clean foyer. A house elf wearing neat sheets came over and quickly took the heavy luggage from the hands of the two. "This is Maggie. She will arrange your food and daily life."

"Oh..." Harry looked around, followed Owen up the golden escalator, and entered a room on the second floor.

Bang——

A colorful ball suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, exploding into a large ball of colored paper, ribbons and flowers, as well as glittering little fairies flying around with golden light, which shocked him.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" Several people jumped out of the room and dragged him into the room.

"You guys are so slow. If Owen hadn't stopped me from going over to find you..." Draco lit a handful of fireworks, and the colorful fireworks circled around the walls and ceiling, illuminating the surrounding hangings. lanterns and flower vines.

"Are you going to beat someone or get beaten?" Blaise said. He was holding a golden tree frog in his hand, which was spitting out bright golden bubbles.

Daphne and Pansy were turning the knob of a box together, causing beautiful flowers to spit out from the top of the box, dancing lightly in the air.

Crabbe and Goyle are here too, and they're... well, secretly eating birthday cake...

"How about it, are you so moved that you're about to cry?" Owen joked to Harry, whose eyes were red.

"No, I'm just starving to death." Harry sniffed, then lowered his head to open his birthday present.

The birthday party lasted until late at night, and the little wizards who were tired from playing did not go home through the fireplace. After greeting their families, they each found a room and slept here.

For them, this is a great base for holiday activities.

As the last light in the house went out, there was silence. A moon hung high in the dark sky, spreading its silvery moonlight to the earth.