A ruined Hogwarts

Bullet-sized raindrops crackled on the windows of the castle, the trees in the rain curtain shook violently, and the place was muddy.

Owen opened the letter from Natasha and heard Draco telling Harry the news from his father.

"...That's right, Sirius Black...he secretly surrendered to the Dark Lord back then...ahem, You-Know-Who, secretly did a lot of things for him, and even after He-Know-Who lost power, he still didn't give up and did some evil things. . Peter tried his best to stop him, so that the Aurors could arrive in time to catch Black." Draco said, looking at Harry sympathetically, "Besides, this matter has something to do with you..."

"What?" Harry listened attentively and asked with a frown. He had a very bad feeling for no reason.

"Black did a very bad thing, Harry. Maybe you don't know, but he is actually your parents' friend and your godfather..." Draco whispered.

Harry listened expressionlessly, his fingers clenched until they turned white. He asked hoarsely: "Then what?"

"Back then, the Dark Lord...the mysterious man didn't know why he was looking for your parents, but they hid and used a complicated spell to protect themselves. Well, that spell was..." Draco faltered. After a while, the foot under the table secretly kicked Owen.

"The Loyalty Curse can hide a secret in the soul of a keeper. As long as the keeper does not take the initiative to leak the secret, the secret will never be discovered by others." Owen had to take on the task of popularizing science.

"That's it! Your parents used this spell to hide the location of your family, but they chose Black as the secret keeper..." Draco peeked at Harry's pale face, "Black put this The news was told to the mysterious man and he found your home..."

Draco said nothing, but Harry already knew what happened next. Voldemort killed his parents, and then was hit by a rebounding curse when he tried to kill him...

It was all because of Black's betrayal that his parents were brutally killed. Without him, now... an unprecedented hatred flowed through his body like poison, but he could not relieve it. Harry could only hammer the armrest of the chair hard, and the pain in his hand made him feel better.

Seeing Harry's ugly expression, Blaise, who was listening next to him, patted his shoulder: "At least Black has to stay in Azkaban for the rest of his life. You know Azkaban, right? The dementors there are enough for him." No, he will be tortured for the rest of his life to atone for what he did..."

Harry nodded stiffly, then took the investigation information that Draco brought and lowered his head to read.

"Leave him alone," Daphne whispered, grabbing Draco who still wanted to speak.

Owen glanced at the rain outside the window, but what he was thinking about was whether Sirius Black would escape from prison and come to Hogwarts this year. Because of Peter Pettigrew's request, the fact that he came to Hogwarts to be a professor has never appeared in the newspapers, not to mention that it is difficult for prisoners in Azkaban to read newspapers. Although many people knew about this, Black had no access to the outside world.

"That's fine, Hogwarts is already chaotic enough this year." He shook his head, looked at the letter he had just opened in his hand, and his expression paused.

Natasha told him in a doggy style that Lupine had disappeared the day before yesterday.

According to her, Lu Ping asked her for a day off that day (and was deducted a day's salary), saying he was going to visit friends, but he left but never came back. Natasha waited for two days and received no news.

The reason why it was defined as missing was because Lu Ping's meager luggage of some value was still stored in the bookstore, and even the salary paid last month had not been taken away.

"Visiting friends?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Tsk, it just adds to the chaos."

He took out a piece of parchment, gave Natasha a few brief words, and then folded the paper neatly.

…

On this day in October, the school had a rare sunny day, but after nightfall, a heavier rainstorm swept across the school again.

The heavy raindrops were like thick curtains hanging from the sky, blocking the distant scene. The moon and starry sky were hidden behind the rain curtain, as if they had not seen anyone in a long time. The little wizards in the auditorium were enjoying dinner and talking about interesting things on campus.

"I'm going to practice my spells." Owen put down the knife and fork in his hand, said with a smile, and then left the auditorium alone.

"Tell me...where does he go to practice spells?" Draco looked puzzled and curious.

"I don't know." Blaise said casually, concentrating on cutting a deck of cards, but accidentally scattered them all over the table. "By the way, Harry has been absent-minded recently..." He put away the cards and looked outside the auditorium.

"Yeah, during Quidditch training today, he almost hit the wall again." Draco spread his hands, "And he always avoided us..."

Crabbe and Goyle nodded quickly, stuffing desserts into their mouths at the same time.

As soon as Owen walked out of the auditorium, he saw Harry talking to Peter Pettigrew, and his voice came from far away.

"...I'm very sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to hide it from you..." Peter Pettigrew's sharp voice was trembling, "I should have discovered Black's abnormality earlier. It's my fault that I didn't pay too much attention. Originally, things were not going well. It would have turned out like that...I feel so guilty, Harry..."

"I just think you shouldn't bear this too early... Oh, your friend is here, we will talk next time." Seeing Owen walking out of the auditorium, Peter Pettigrew hurried away.

"Owen, you discovered Pettigrew's identity early last year, right? So you guided me to find him..." Harry looked at the heavy rain outside the window with a melancholy expression, "I think there is no doubt about it. Pettigrew has always been What I want to hide from me is Blake. He turned into a mouse and hid for so many years. Is it because he can no longer trust others? After all, friends who grew up together will betray..."

"It seems that you are confused. Why don't you talk to Dumbledore about this matter? Doesn't he like to guide the lost people the most?" Owen said with a smile. This guy was almost captured by Peter Pettigrew, which is not good.

"He doesn't seem to be willing to talk to me about this... Ouch!" Before Harry could finish his words, he was bumped to the side by a figure running past with his head lowered. The man whispered "I'm sorry" in a low voice, then covered his face and ran away quickly.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted. But the figure of the little witch disappeared around the corner of the corridor without looking back.

"She's crying," Harry said, "I'm going to take a look!" He shouted as he chased after her, leaving Owen standing alone.

Owen blinked and shook his head slightly. He was not interested in asking about the little girl's sadness, so he turned the corner alone and stepped onto the steps, continuing to walk towards the Room of Requirement. He was going to find some useful materials in the boxes in the secret base over there and do some magic experiments.

As soon as he climbed the stairs to the third floor and opened a hidden secret door, he heard a piercing scream coming from the third floor, and two figures rolled and fell down the stairs. Owen instinctively stretched out his foot to stop them from rolling down the stairs, and found that the two embarrassed guys turned out to be Harry who had just separated and Hermione who ran away crying.

Harry was holding his wand tightly in one hand, and holding Hermione's clothes tightly with the other hand. His hair was sticking wildly, and his nose was bleeding. He hurriedly touched his dropped glasses on the ground with squinted eyes, while shouting loudly: "Run! There are wolves on the third floor!"

"No, that's a werewolf!" Hermione said in a trembling voice, her eyes were still red and swollen, and her shoulders were shaking slightly. She shouted in a sharp voice: "Run away! Find the professor! Once it bites someone..."

They heard heavy footsteps approaching quickly along the stairs, accompanied by deep breathing and ferocious beast roars, as if a brutal beast was rushing towards them.

"It's coming!" Hermione screamed, pushing Owen and dragging Harry with her other hand. Harry had just put his glasses back on his nose.

Owen was pushed and staggered two steps, his body flexibly stood on the steps, and then he jumped down the stairs like an agile cat, three steps at a time. He instinctively looked at the window aside. There was a cold shower outside, but if the weather was clear, today would be a... full moon night.

A tall werewolf appeared above the stairs, staring at them with a pair of ferocious and hungry eyes. It looked like a giant wolf standing upright, with the head and furry body of a wolf, but its limbs were Stronger and more powerful than humans, its sharp claws flashed with a terrifying cold light.

"Collapse!" Owen pulled out his wand in an instant and cast a stun spell on the werewolf. Immediately afterwards, he released two more stun spells without pausing, blocking the space for the werewolf to dodge.

Three red beams of light pierced the space and hit the werewolf on the stairs in a Z-shaped pattern. The werewolf dodged the first two spells with agility that was extremely inconsistent with that tall figure, but failed to dodge the third stun spell, so he crashed directly into the spell.

The stun spell hit the werewolf, only making it stumble a few times. It shook its head, roared and continued to charge down, but its movements were obviously more cautious, ready to dodge Owen's curse at any time.

After the werewolf transformed on a full moon night, he lost his senses and would be dominated by the instinct of the beast to attack humans. He was also unable to release magic spells, but in exchange he gained a strong and flexible body and excellent resistance to some magic spells. Anyone bitten by a werewolf in this form will also turn into a werewolf.

Owen quickly went through the knowledge about werewolves in his mind, but he didn't panic. Now he wouldn't be able to deal with even one werewolf. But this guy couldn't be Lupin, right? Is this how he visits his friends? What a touching friendship.

Harry also cast a stun spell on the werewolf with his backhand, but the werewolf rushed forward without hiding. His body only swayed slightly, and then he effortlessly broke through Hermione's obstacle spell and landed on all fours at the bottom of the stairs. Taking an offensive stance.

At this time, loud chatter and laughter and bustling footsteps came from downstairs. The little wizards who had eaten dinner were going upstairs along the stairs, unaware of the danger here.

"Don't go upstairs, run!" Hermione shouted. But her voice was drowned in the noise of the students. The few young wizards walking in front heard her shouting, but they were still pushed forward by their unsuspecting companions behind them.

Several people who had just climbed up the stairs met the werewolf with blank expressions, and then, sharp and piercing screams echoed around, the sound making people's eardrums buzz.

The stairs were crowded and chaotic, with people in front trying to escape and people behind trying to come up. Stimulated by the screams, the werewolf lowered his body and looked at the group of students with a ferocious nose.

"Flying sand and flying rocks!" Owen ignored the interference of noise and calmly released the spell.

Werewolves have no reason, but possess the instinct of beasts. It obviously knew that Owen's spell was more effective and posed a greater threat to itself, so it dodged the spell and rushed towards Owen fiercely.

"Armor for protection!" An invisible barrier blocked him, but the werewolf unexpectedly used his hind legs to support himself on the wall. He took advantage of Owen's opportunity to cast the iron armor spell and directly changed direction, heading towards the panicked group. The students pounced.

The hunting instinct told it that the villain in front of it was not easy to mess with, so its initial target was not Owen, but the group of weaker prey. This feint was indeed beyond Owen's expectation. The werewolf pounced on the crowd, fiercely pressed the two little witches under his claws, and opened his mouth to bite the neck of a crying little witch.

"Shocking." Owen instinctively threw a fear spell. Compared with ordinary spells that can only rely on magic strength and proficiency to increase their power, black magic that can also rely on negative emotions to enhance its power is obviously more powerful and effective in his hands.

A ray of dim light directly hit the werewolf who was opening its bloody mouth, causing its sharp teeth that were about to taste the fresh flesh and blood to freeze in place, and its body trembled violently. It waved away the little witch beneath it, trembling and covering its head with its claws.

This fear spell originally only allowed people to see the things they were most afraid of, but in Owen's hands it turned into something magical, adding the ability to forcibly create great fear in the heart of the person who was cursed.

"Oh, it's exposed." Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes dark and unpredictable. But anyway, it's a small black magic. As long as the school turns a blind eye, it won't be a big problem.

"Collapse!"

"All petrified!"

At the same time, Harry and Hermione's spells hit the werewolf almost at the same time, but it only shook its body and woke up a little from the extreme fear.

"Quickly imprison him." Owen raised his wand and pointed, and a bright silver rope appeared out of thin air, binding the werewolf tightly.

Without giving it a chance to wake up, Owen waved his wand violently, pulling the rope that tied the werewolf, and threw it heavily against the wall of the corridor on the other side like a hammer, away from a group of children running around in panic. A battlefield disturbed by wizards.

"Go and evacuate the crowd." Owen said concisely, then raised his wand and pointed at the armor aside and said: "Gather as one!"

The armor was attracted by the strong gravity and hit the werewolf who was knocked dizzy. With a loud "clang" sound, the werewolf was knocked and rolled several times, roared, broke the rope around his body, and rushed towards Owen angrily.

Harry on the side finally remembered the spell Dumbledore taught him, and shook the wand in his hand at the werewolf. A white light hit it, making its body stiffen and its eyes seemed to become less violent. .

Owen took the opportunity to use "Convergence as One" again, tore off the chandelier above his head, and then used the levitating spell to hit the chandelier hard on the werewolf when it showed its ferocious face again, sending it flying. Got out.

There were two more blood marks on the werewolf's body, but he still turned over and got up, grinning at Owen on all fours.

"Tsk, you are so tenacious." Owen's eyes flashed with cold light, and he was about to lose his patience. The battle could drag on for so long simply because he didn't want to use more powerful spells, such as crushing spells or blasting spells, lest he accidentally kill the werewolf.

"Yingardim Leviosa!" He levitated the broken ceiling, then suddenly accelerated his fall, hitting the werewolf one after another. He finally discovered that the werewolf's resistance to spells such as the coma spell was very good, but its resistance to physical attacks was not very good.

The werewolf whined and stumbled back after being hit, with his tail tucked up, and he actually looked a little pitiful. Harry, who was following Owen, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling inexplicably like he had become a villain.

"Collapse!" Owen fired a beam of red light, hitting the werewolf's eyes. This time, it couldn't resist and simply passed out.

"It seems that the power of the coma spell is going to be improved." Owen looked down at the unconscious werewolf condescendingly, thinking silently in his heart. He waved his wand again and tied the werewolf tightly.

"It's safe... Owen, awesome!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The battle only lasted about a minute, but it felt like a long time passed to him. He told Owen to watch the werewolf carefully, lest it wake up and continue to attack people, and then helped Hermione evacuate the students.

Owen squinted at the werewolf on the ground, used a small magic spell to collect a trace of the werewolf's breath and identified it, and then twitched the corner of his mouth. It's really Lupine...

He was sure that this guy had been tricked by Peter Pettigrew.

This guy showed up at Hogwarts and almost bit several students. Even if he didn't succeed, he would probably be thrown into Azkaban for several years or even more than ten years.

The wizarding world has always been harsh on werewolves, and the Ministry of Magic punished them particularly severely. Wizards can legally kill crazy werewolves. And if he did bite someone tonight, he would almost certainly be executed.

"Forget it, let me help you once." Owen glanced at the frightened young wizards in the distance, flicked his wrist, and another wand slipped out of his sleeve. He blocked everyone's view with his body, pointed at the werewolf on the ground and recited the puppet curse.

The werewolf moved his body like a puppet on strings, and then suddenly jumped up under his control. His movements were somewhat funny and weird, and he broke through the window on one side, fell into the heavy rain, and ran staggeringly under the cover of the rain screen. Toward the Forbidden Forest.

Owen exclaimed, hiding the wand in one smooth motion, then staggered back a few steps.

"It ran away," Owen said to Harry, who came over to check on the situation.

"I hope you're fine." Harry looked at the heavy rain outside the window and sighed.

After another minute or two, Peter Pettigrew and Lockhart, whose offices were closest to here, arrived belatedly. Peter Pettigrew looked around with his watery little eyes and asked urgently: "Where is the werewolf?"

"Owen knocked it unconscious, but we didn't realize it was just pretending. We didn't notice it and broke the window and ran away," Harry explained.

Peter Pettigrew took a few anxious steps, his eyes desperately looking out the window, then nodded hastily, and went to check on the students.

"Let me see, who was bitten?" Lockhart's loud voice was heard far away, "Don't worry, I have measures to deal with this situation!"

"No one was bitten, Professor..." Several people's explanations were buried in his excited words.

"Oh, the damage here is really bad. Look at me, it's restored to its original state!" Lockhart shouted to himself.

The fragments of the chandelier flew up in a swirl, and the sharp fragments cut the surroundings in a mess.