A ruined Hogwarts

"This is such a waste of time, Owen." Tom wrote in beautiful handwriting, "If you can find me a little wizard, I can teach you the spell right away..."

"You want me to do something to my classmates?" Owen raised his eyebrows and replied in the same beautiful font.

"So what? You can find a mudblood to clean up this school that they have made a mess." Tom's reply was nonchalant.

"That's not good, Tom."

"What's wrong? Owen, we are ferocious beasts, but we have to restrain our fangs and claws and stay among the weak and miserable sheep. But ferocious beasts will never turn into sheep. Occasionally, we will tear off the disguise and steal a few Isn't it normal to have a lamb?" Tom asked, "That's what we are, isn't it?"

"I admit that I have such a nature, and some terrible thoughts often emerge in my heart." Owen looked at the increasingly dark jungle with an expressionless face, "But the most essential difference between humans and animals is not that humans can control themselves. His nature? Controlled by desires and instincts, they are just miserable beasts."

"We are who we are, and we don't need to be bound by human beings' narrow vision and vulgar ideas, Owen." Tom's handwriting appeared smoothly but coldly on the yellowed page one by one, "Why bother to suppress yourself? What? Or are you still hiding shameful weakness in your heart, thinking that you can still turn back? "

Owen lowered his eyes and looked at his pale and slender hands, as well as the faint cyan veins under the skin, and said with a calm expression: "I can't look back, and I won't look back."

"I saw you right, Owen, we are the same kind." Tom wrote, "Look, you are clearly facing the shadow of Haierbo, but you have never been too anxious to find him, but let him go to a certain extent. He grows and develops unscrupulously...You can obviously take some more proactive and effective means to catch him."

"I knew at that time that your restless heart was actually longing for a change that would make things exciting, wasn't it? You have been longing to get rid of this boring status quo, but you have to be careful, don't because Your laissez-faire has made things irreversible." He advised with a soft touch, "You can put this energy on other things, such as stealing a lamb..."

Looking at the writings appearing line by line in the diary, Owen was a little distracted. After being reminded like this by Tom, he actually reacted. Perhaps he had been reluctant to get involved in the crown matter, not entirely because the matter had nothing to do with him, but because he was secretly looking forward to new fun?

Thinking of last year's grand but audience-less final performance, the joy and satisfaction of freely controlling the fate of the characters on a carefully constructed stage, Owen felt his heart beat slightly faster.

"Yes, I am pursuing gorgeous and grand performances, giving people wild surprises or terrifying fears. This has always been my wish and has never changed!" Owen murmured to himself, His eyes became brighter and brighter, and the smile on his lips gradually widened.

"You are right, Tom, I am indeed pursuing something that will make me feel excited and happy." He narrowed his eyes contentedly and wrote, "Thank you for reminding me, I almost lost my mind these days. However, Forget about letting me get you a lamb right under the shepherd’s nose.”

"If you really want to be targeted by Dumbledore, I wouldn't mind wearing a bow on you and giving it to him as a Christmas gift." Owen joked.

"You are just too cautious, Owen. Dumbledore is actually not that scary." Tom replied nonchalantly, "But if you insist..."

Owen shook his head slightly. The memory of Tom in the diary stays at the age of sixteen, and he does have the aura of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers. After Voldemort in the crown experienced more experience and growth, and made extraordinary achievements in the field of magic, he became more aware of Dumbledore's terror. The more powerful he was, the more he hid himself tightly.

"Speaking of which, Tom, don't you think it's boring to bully the weak? It's really more fun to have fun with the villain." Owen jokingly wrote, "It's decided, let's punish the evil and punish the evil together!"

"?" Tom slowly typed a question mark, and after a long time he said, "It's up to you." There was a hint of speechlessness and arrogance between the lines.

After wandering around the Forbidden Forest for a while and hunting an Acromantula again, Owen took his diary and walked out of the Forbidden Forest, while continuing to communicate with Tom.

"Tom, if you absorbed enough life force, wouldn't you forcibly control my body?" Owen asked bluntly with a playful look on his face.

"I can't control you, Owen. Your dark guard is enough to backfire on me and even destroy me." Tom said patiently, "And I've told you that controlling other people's bodies is by no means the best choice. I'd rather condense Create a temporary body that is neither real nor fake, and act with my true appearance.”

"Plugging a soul into a body that does not belong to him is very uncomfortable for both parties, and it is very difficult and very expensive for the soul to control other people's bodies. To me, that is wanton Consuming the life force that I have finally accumulated is not worth the gain." He wrote, "Although your physical condition is special, it will not be better than the body I condensed myself."

"Then...if you absorbed enough life force and restored all your memories, wouldn't you become very powerful?" Owen asked thoughtfully.

"First of all, I don't know how strong my body is." Tom replied calmly, "Secondly, the strength of the Horcrux is actually limited by the strength of the body when it was created. In other words, no matter how much I absorb, In terms of vitality, I can only reach the level of magic that I had when I was sixteen at most. Even if I can recall some profound magic knowledge, I may not be able to use it."

"That's right...so how much memory have you recovered?" Owen tapped his lips with his fingertips.

"It hasn't started to recover yet," Tom said shortly.

"Oh." Owen didn't express his belief.

The surrounding trees gradually became sparse, and they were almost at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. As the sun gradually sets in the west, the forest becomes darker and colder. The branches that extend wantonly are like ghost hands with teeth and claws, adding a strange atmosphere to the place.

There was a faint sound on the other side of the tree trunks and bushes, including the click of animals trampling branches and leaves on the ground, and a small voice like chanting, which sounded like a girl's voice.

Owen stuffed his diary into his pocket, walked through the bushes ahead, and saw a little girl stroking the head of a tall Thestral in a somewhat sleepy forest glade, murmuring softly. Don't understand the words.

"What are you talking about?" Owen asked curiously, and his clear and calm voice spread faintly in the forest.

Luna Lovegood turned her head to look at him, then looked back and said in an ethereal voice: "I'm talking to it." She still looked the same, wearing a black school robe and a necklace hanging around her neck. A bunch of red fruits, with messy golden hair, and a few dead leaves hanging on them.

Owen glanced at Thestral's pale eyes and said softly: "Thestral has always lived in the depths of the Forbidden Forest and rarely appears on the edge. It seems that this guy was attracted by the aura of death brought by the gathering of ghosts. ah."

He tilted his head and looked at Luna, and suddenly asked: "What does 'black' mean?" He recalled that when the two met for the first time in the carriage, Luna stared at him and said "black."

Luna turned around and stared at him unblinkingly with her pale eyes, as if she wanted to spot him out of a flower. After a long time, she said in an erratic tone: "You make me feel black, like the night sky without stars and moon, or like a black lake at night."

"What does that mean?" Owen asked with interest.

"I don't know, but it's not good." Luna said in a dreamy voice, holding Thestral's dragon-like head with both hands, "Generally when I meet such a person, I will stay away."

"You hate me?" Owen blinked.

"Not really." Luna thought seriously, then shook her head, the dead leaves above her head swaying, "But if you get too close, you will get hurt."

"Ah, this is the first time I have been ostracized by others. Maybe you don't know, but I have always been popular with others because I am very good at using my charm to...confuse people." Owen said playfully, with a bit of mischief on his face. Smile, "Can you give me a chance to tempt you to change your mind?"

He didn't know why, but when facing this little girl, he always felt relaxed and willing to show a part of his truer self. Of course, what followed was an explosion of bad taste.

"Okay." Luna looked at him curiously with misty eyes.

"Well, can I invite you to a party of ghosts?" Owen thought for a while and asked with a smile.

"I wish I could." Luna's eyes lit up with an expression of interest.

"Very good, let me think about it..." Owen held his chin and thought for a moment, then clapped his hands and said, "Yes!"

He asked the little girl to wait here for a moment, and then quickly walked out of the Forbidden Forest. Outside Hagrid's hut, he saw several large pumpkins as big as a flower shed. He waved his wand and used a levitating spell to hold one of the round pumpkins dangling in the air, and then took it back to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Transform quickly." Owen said the transformation spell to the big pumpkin.

Exquisite and graceful patterns and hanging decorations slowly appeared on the outside of the pumpkin. Beautiful small doors and windows appeared on the sides, and four golden wheels grew from the bottom. The interior of the pumpkin also became empty, with beautiful curtains hanging on all sides, two soft seats facing each other growing out, and a beautiful small round table with bright orange candles on it.

Owen conjured two more reins outside, put them on the Thestral, and then admired his work. Well, it looks pretty good.

"Please, girls have to go to the party in a carriage, right?" He gracefully bowed to Luna who was standing by, caressing her chest, and then reached out and opened the door of the pumpkin carriage.

Luna tilted her head and looked at him for a moment, then climbed in with no grace at all. Owen closed the door with a smile, sat in the front of the carriage, threw a piece of dried meat to the Thestral, and then shook the reins in his hand.

Yeqi meekly turned her head and looked at him with white eyes, took the dried meat that Owen threw in her mouth, chewed it, and flapped her broad bat-like wings, pulling the carriage and flying up into the dark blue sky.

Owen led the Thestral to circle around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, then flew past Hagrid's hut, across the grounds, and flew several times around the castle. The ancient castle was illuminated red by the rays of the setting sun, looking magical and gentle. Some young wizards saw this scene, and slight exclamations came from afar.

The howling wind blew past his ears, causing Owen's black hair to dance messily, and his robes rustled in the wind. Luna opened the curtains in the carriage and looked at the scenery outside. The wind ruffled her long blond hair even more messily. Her eyes were wide open, like a little girl who was curious about everything when she walked out of the house for the first time, and a bright smile gradually appeared on her face.

Owen then controlled the carriage to fly over the water of the Black Lake, then rose into the sky again and flew back to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Thestrals pulled the carriage and landed lightly on the ground, then turned back and licked the back of Owen's hand.

"Aren't you going to the party?" Luna stuck her head out of the car window.

"Oh, I just remembered that the party hasn't started yet." Owen spread his hands pretending to be regretful, then asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"An interesting experience made me want to drink pumpkin porridge." Luna seemed to be in a good mood, with a pure smile on her lips, "And... the temptation was successful. Can we be friends?"

"Aren't you afraid of getting hurt?" Owen patted the outer wall of the pumpkin carriage.

"If we were friends, we wouldn't be hurt." Luna's shallow silver eyes widened, and she said with determination and trust.

Owen put a hand on his lips and smiled, feeling as if he was kidnapping a simple child. He sniffed the pumpkin scent in the air and said, "I want pumpkin pudding."

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still some time before the party started, Owen caught two wild chickens in the Forbidden Forest and roasted them on the fire until they were sizzling with oil. The brush jumped up skillfully to apply the condiments on the roasted chicken, and the roasted chicken cooperated by raising its wings and turning it over from time to time so that it could be coated more evenly. Owen skillfully cut two large pieces from the large pumpkin next to him and roasted them for a plate.

Amid the strong aroma of pumpkin and barbecue, the two sat by the campfire and ate roast chicken. With Owen's special condiments, the already delicious roast chicken is so delicious that you can't stop eating it.

It wasn't until the sun completely set on the mountain top and the silver moon shed its clear moonlight that they finished their dinner and rushed towards the castle.

"What kind of clothes do you like? I can help you transform." Owen asked casually on the way.

By the time the two arrived in front of the castle gate, Luna had transformed into a shiny girl - wearing a golden pointed hat with big bat wings on her head, and the necklaces around her neck were replaced by orange ones. A small yellow pumpkin, and the red fruit necklace she originally wore was hanging from her ears. A silvery robe covered with sequins shone in the light, and she wore a thick furry coat of the same style.

Owen held his forehead and sighed, but it was hard to take back what he said. In order to suit the occasion, he had to transform his robe into a white slim-fitting style. The gold edges on the edges reflected the metallic luster, and a small cape of the same color hung on his shoulders, fluttering lightly in the breeze.

They headed towards the underground classroom, passed through the gloomy corridors, and were guided by the blue candlelight to the classroom where the death anniversary party was held. The kind of piercing music that ghosts like is heard in the ears, like the sound of a thousand fingernails scraping on a blackboard, which makes one's teeth ache.

Harry and the others were already waiting here, lingering outside the door, as if it was difficult to muster the courage to go in. Hermione was wearing a thick cloak, but she was still shivering from the cold. Neville was leaning against the edge of the wall tremblingly, watching with a pale face the silver-white ghosts flying in front of his eyes. From time to time, a certain ghost would say naughtily. Give him a fright, like having your head pop out of his chest.

Harry was breathing into his hands, and the breath he exhaled condensed into white vapor. He looked at Owen who had just come over angrily, and said resentfully: "It's really hard for you to remember that there is a death anniversary party today. I thought you let us go..."

"Sorry, I'm late." Owen said apologetically, "This is Luna." Then he introduced Luna: "This is Harry and Hermione, oh, you know Neville."

Several people got to know each other. Hermione glanced at Luna, who was dressed strangely and conspicuously, frowned slightly, and just nodded politely.

Nick, who was almost headless, was draped in a black velvet curtain and stood at the door with an infinitely sad expression. When he saw Owen, his eyes lit up and he came over with a smile.

"Happy death anniversary, Sir Nicholas." Owen said gracefully, "They were my friends."

"Ah, welcome, welcome!" Nick took off his hat and bowed gracefully, "It's such an honor to have you join us."

The group of people entered the underground classroom. Hundreds of translucent ghosts were gathered together, and new ghosts continued to join. Since last year’s Ghost Carnival Night, ghosts from all over the world have come to visit and play every day, and some new ghosts have moved in. Hogwarts has truly become an exchange center for ghosts across the country, allowing the indigenous people here to The ghosts were excited and proud.

Because of this, Owen, who had contributed to this incident, had a high reputation among the ghosts. His reputation was excellent and he was very popular. For example, every time Moaning Myrtle meets Owen, she shyly invites him to use her toilet.

"It's really an unforgettable scene, isn't it?" Owen said with a charming smile on his lips, watching a group of ghosts dancing a cheerful waltz amidst the noise.

"It's breathtakingly beautiful, like the opposite of the human world." Luna sighed in a hollow voice, "Dad will envy me."

The three of them tightened their robes, and the corners of their mouths twitched, expressing reservations.

After the few people separated for a while, Owen said hello to some familiar ghosts and met Ms. Gray, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. This female ghost from Ravenclaw became good friends with Ms. Elizabeth. She would go to the Nightmare Forest to live for a period of time from time to time, and the frequency of her appearances at Hogwarts was reduced a lot.

She was still standing outside the crowd as usual, with an indifferent expression on her face. She wore a luxurious and elegant dress that slid to the floor. Her beautiful face was calm and indifferent, which was incompatible with the excitement around her.

"Good evening, Helena. How is Ms. Elizabeth?" Owen stood next to her.

"It's still the same." Ms. Gray looked at him with cold and distant eyes, her expression softened a little, "Has your trouble been solved?"

"It has been solved a long time ago." Owen said leisurely.

The two chatted for a while, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Ms. Gray also put her hands on Owen's ears with a calm expression like last time, and helped him listen to the beautiful music played by the Ghost Band on the saw - they were just words to the ears of living people. It was a harsh scratching sound, but it was beautiful music to the ears of the ghosts.

Owen saw Harry, Hermione and Neville huddled shivering in a corner, warming themselves around the blue bellflower-like flame that Hermione had conjured. Luna has entered the dance floor, dancing cheerfully with a ghost. It can be seen that she is not very good at dancing. Her exaggerated and casual dance steps are like a child learning to dance, but she dances very happily.

"Want to dance together, beautiful lady?" Owen looked at Ms. Gray and smiled.

"I don't like dancing." Ms. Gray closed her eyes and turned her head away haughtily.

Until the end of the band's performance, amidst the sound of hunting horns, the headless hunters performed a wonderful performance, causing the ghosts to applaud loudly.

"I don't like dancing very much, except I want to dance with the ghosts. Because I don't have to worry about stepping on their feet." Luna left the dance floor at some point, "Good evening, Ms. Grey."

Ms. Gray nodded reservedly. She always seemed kinder to the students of her college.

After the Headless Hunters' performance, Sir Stuart covered his face with his sleeves, floated over and waved to Owen. Since the last party, this knight who is very famous among ghosts has begun to like to come to Hogwarts to play, and he did not forget to come to join in the fun tonight.

"Is it time yet? I understand." Owen nodded with a smile and said to the others: "We have prepared a show tonight."

He moved nimbly through the crowd of ghosts and stepped onto the stage covered with a black velvet curtain.