A ruined Hogwarts

Owen looked at the blank pages of the diary calmly, silently considering his words. Melete, who did not go to the death anniversary party tonight, woke up from her sleep, jumped onto his lap with a strong body, stretched lazily, and stared helplessly at the diary in his hand with her golden eyes. Book.

As a smart cat, she didn't understand why Owen liked this dangerous thing so much. How could a diary be as fun as a yarn ball and a cat-teasing stick? Well, if Owen wanted to, she couldn't give him a ball of her yarn.

Owen funnyly tapped Melete's little head with his index finger, then gently stroked her soft and smooth hair, dipped his quill in ink, and wrote in the diary: "Tom, you know a way? Can you petrify ghosts?"

He was very sure that the diary had not left his side, so naturally it was impossible to open the secret room. So the one who released the basilisk to attack them tonight must be Voldemort in the crown. But he couldn't figure out what happened that made Voldemort decide not to hide himself anymore and start doing things under Dumbledore's nose.

Could it be that he has absorbed enough vitality, restored the memory of his body, and decided to do something big before leaving? But the problem is that the vitality required to reach this point will not be a small amount, and so far no one in Hogwarts is in danger due to their vitality being sucked, and the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest have not suffered too many losses, otherwise the sea Ge will definitely detect the abnormality early.

If it wasn't for this reason, why would the remnant soul in the crown risk being caught to release the basilisk? Did Hermione accidentally discover Voldemort's secret? Owen decided to look for inspiration from the twenty-five-year-old Tom.

Tom Riddle in the diary was silent for a while, and then asked: "Why are you asking me this?"

"Tonight I and several other people were attacked. We didn't see what it was, but many ghosts were petrified, and a Muggle-born girl who was traveling with us was almost killed..." Owen pondered. wrote.

"Hang around with Mudbloods all day long, and that's all you can do?" This was what Tom was most concerned about.

"After all, she is one of the members of Harry Potter's study group, and she won the school's special contribution award with me and Harry last week..." When he wrote this, Owen stopped writing. He suddenly understood why Voldemort ordered the basilisk to attack Hermione.

"A Mudblood...Special Contribution Award?" Tom's handwriting was distorted with disgust and annoyance, "Why does she deserve it?"

Owen twitched his lips, and sure enough... Tom also won the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award. He obviously didn't like that a Mudblood he looked down on won the same award as him, and even the trophy with the other person's name on it would still be there. Being placed side by side with his own in the same trophy room only made him feel humiliated and angry.

Perhaps this was the opportunity that prompted Voldemort to change his mind. Although this reason did not seem to be sufficient, as a severely mutilated soul fragment, he himself might not be able to calm down much.

Owen glanced at the dark lake outside the window, and his expression became much more leisurely. He waited for a while, thinking that after Tom had almost accepted the reality, he raised his pen and continued to write: "I don't want to admit it, but this is a decision made by the school, and I can't change it."

"Although I'm sorry that she didn't die there tonight, let's get back to business. At that time, I heard the sound of a huge creature crawling on the floor. I tended to think that it was an animal. Combined with the fact that even ghosts can be petrified. The terrifying power reminds me of a magical animal first cultivated by the despicable Herbo - the basilisk."

"Do you suspect that Haierbo sent a basilisk to attack you?" Tom's handwriting returned to its usual graceful beauty.

"I can only think so. After all, cultivating basilisks must be Helbo's specialty." Owen replied, "But what I'm confused about is, how did he bring the basilisks into the school? It's not easy. Or rather This basilisk was hatched by Haierbo in school this year? But in such a short period of time, the basilisk should still be in its infancy... It is impossible that there is a basilisk hidden in Hogwarts, right?"

"Who knows." Tom responded nonchalantly, but his thoughts began to wander in his mind. Haierbo is a Parselmouth, and it is indeed possible to discover and open the secret room, which makes him feel greater pressure and urgency, as well as deep dissatisfaction and anger. He is the heir of Slytherin, and the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk are his property!

"So I want to hear your opinion, Tom, do you know if there are any other ways to petrify ghosts?" Owen was not going to be easily fooled by Tom.

"There are many types of petrification spells in the world. The one that can do what you describe must be a very advanced black magic. I know of only one powerful petrification spell that can do this. It can turn a person's body into stone, but it is not unsolvable because there is a corresponding anti-curse." Tom responded.

"Okay, let's talk about this powerful petrification spell." Owen's eyes lit up, showing an interested expression.

"It's okay to teach you. In fact, you can find this spell in the forbidden book area. Its spell is 'powerful petrification'..." Lines of fonts appeared smoothly, filling the entire page in the blink of an eye, densely packed. It is the theory and key points of releasing this curse, very much like the class notes of a good student.

"It can be lifted by the Curse of All Curses, so I think what you encounter tonight is definitely not this curse... maybe it is really a basilisk." Tom added at last, and then fell into silence. .

Owen carefully browsed the dense and clear notes on the page, jotted down the key points, thanked Tom, and couldn't wait to sink into the space facing the wall to practice. This can be regarded as one of his daily interactions with the diary. He likes to discuss some interesting black magic with Tom, and many of the other party's opinions can bring inspiration to him.

The night ended in an uneasy atmosphere, but the next morning, the atmosphere of confusion and curiosity among the students turned directly into panic and uneasiness.

No one knew what happened, but in a corridor that led from the second floor to the first floor, students rushing to the auditorium for breakfast came face to face with a petrified man.

The student who was attacked was Penelope Crevat of Ravenclaw. She lay motionless in the corridor, her glazed eyes wide open, her eyes fixed with confusion and horror. The window glass at the other end of the corridor was all broken, and on the wall next to her, there were two lines of writing daubed in blood: The secret room has been opened, and those who are enemies of the heir will suffer misfortune.

What is creepy is that the writing on the wall appears to have been written by Crevat after he cut his own finger. No one knows why, as a prefect of Ravenclaw, she sneaked out of the dormitory late last night, stood under this wall and wrote these words with her own blood, and then suffered the fate of being petrified without any resistance.

The terrified screams of the little wizards broke the early morning tranquility, and the professors sent Crevat to the school hospital with heavy faces. For a whole day, the students were not interested in going to class, and everyone was talking about this matter.

Several girls who were in the same dormitory with Krivat became the focus of everyone's attention. They fearfully told Krivat's recent situation: "Since the beginning of school, she has always been depressed, and her face has become increasingly pale. ...We thought she couldn't stand Percy Weasley's entanglement, or was threatened by him...but we really don't know why she went out last night, we all fell asleep..."

Percy Weasley became irritable. He would glare at those who talked about him with red eyes like an angry bull, and would lose his temper at any slight flaw. But in a flash he would look worried again, pacing anxiously like a weird, irritable lunatic.

Amid the buzzing discussions among the students, things became increasingly bizarre, and some even began to speculate whether Percy might be the culprit. The library's copy of "Hogwarts: A School History" was sold out, everyone was talking about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and even the usually quietest Potions class was filled with suppressed buzzing discussions. Voice.

"It is said that before Slytherin left Hogwarts, he left a secret room in the castle, waiting for his heir to arrive." Draco whispered to everyone, his gray eyes shining brightly, "Only The heir can open the secret room and release the monsters inside to purify the school and get rid of all the mud...those guys who are not worthy of learning magic!"

"Draco, that monster hurt people!" Harry glared at him, "Everyone in this school has magic, and no one is unworthy of learning magic... Last night, the monster wanted to kill Hermione... "

"Humph, isn't she alive and kicking?" Draco raised his chin arrogantly and glanced sideways at Gryffindor, "You say it as if no one cares about that guy. I wish Granger would never be there again." Shut your mouth..."

Harry sighed old-fashionedly, but fortunately he knew that Draco was a tough-talking, soft-hearted guy, and not very courageous. He is now more concerned about the Chamber of Secrets and the identity of the heir - if Voldemort did sneak into Hogwarts in some way and secretly controlled and threatened Ron Weasley, would he be the heir? ?

To his great concern, the heir had apparently set his sights on Hermione. If they hadn't run so fast last night, they might have been petrified now. He still had a bad guess in his mind. Maybe the heir attacked Crevat in anger because he failed to achieve his goal last night... In any case, he had to tell Dumbledore his guess as soon as possible. .

"The heir of Slytherin...that person should be in our house, right?" Daphne said in a whisper.

"Who knows, the heir must be well hidden, maybe even among the few of us." Blaise said in a sinister tone, "Maybe we can find some snakes to seduce the heir of Slytherin. Must be a Parseltongue!”

After hearing this, Harry's expression froze. He turned away stiffly, staring at his crucible with drooping eyebrows, pretending to be nonchalant, and looking stupid.

Owen couldn't help but smile. He poured medicinal ingredients into his crucible skillfully, with a comfortable rhythm in every move, but his mind gradually drifted away. Penelo Crevat being attacked was something he did not expect. In his opinion, Crevat was one of the people most likely to be controlled by the Crown. She should not have been the first person to be attacked... …

"She slipped out of the dormitory last night and wrote those words. In other words, she is probably under control." Owen analyzed the other party's experience, "Even she is being sucked away by the crown? Then, maybe, She has no use value in Voldemort's eyes..."

"However, the Voldemort in the crown was indeed more resolute than the diary. He carried out two attacks in the first time." He narrowed his eyes. "This is a more cautious, cunning, ruthless, and unscrupulous guy than little Tom."

He glanced over to Gryffindor and found Ron Weasley, who looked even paler and more confused among the crowd. The other party seemed to notice Owen's gaze and instantly turned his head to look over.

Owen smiled and nodded at him very naturally, then lowered his head and stirred the liquid in the crucible with his wand, watching it turn into a clear yellow color.

"I don't know how Dumbledore will respond." He thought to himself.

Snape gave him ten points in a familiar manner when he passed by. Then he sullenly got behind the grumbling little wizards in Gryffindor, frightened them to their knees, deftly deducted points and walked away. The whole walking score harvester.

Hermione's face turned darker and darker, and her disheveled hair was about to explode with anger. At this rate of deducting points, she couldn't get them back even if she tried desperately to add them... For a moment, even the secret room and the heir were no longer important in her eyes.

After this potions lesson, the little wizards walked out of the classroom in small groups. With the heirs wreaking havoc, no one dares to act alone, especially those students who come from Muggle families. They are nervous and frightened, making a fuss about any slightest movement.

"I'm going to practice magic." After dinner, Owen said.

"I'll go with you, it's not safe in school." Harry said with concern.

"It doesn't matter, I'm a pure-blood." Owen said with a smile, "The heir of Slytherin will not attack a pure-blood, unless he wants to make enemies of everyone in the wizarding world... And if you follow, who will protect you? who?"

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched and he retreated: "Okay, I'll go see if Dumbledore is in the principal's office... together?"

"Okay." Owen said nonchalantly.

The two climbed up to the eighth floor together, and then walked in opposite directions. Under Harry's curious eyes, Owen turned the corner, arrived at the Room of Requirement deftly, and entered the Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets.

He actually didn't care that Harry and others knew about the Room of Requirement. Anyway, his own secret room would not be broken into by anyone except him. The black market boxes and some random things he got from Quirrell last semester. All experimental materials are stored in that room.

"Good evening, Métis." Owen walked straight to the bookshelf and said hello to the eagle head sculpture in the center of the room.

"Good evening, Mr. Owen Shafik," Metis said in a sing-song tone, "Can I help you?"

"Please help me find books related to spiritual power." Owen said.

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the bookshelves suddenly dropped, leaving only a dozen bookshelves still standing. Those were the books he needed.

Owen walked among the bookshelves, quickly flipping through and copying the information he needed. Recently, he is studying magic to enhance spiritual power, and needs to add a lot of theoretical knowledge.

Just as he was opening a thin experimental report, the bronze door of the secret room suddenly squeaked, as if someone pushed the door open and entered. No, it didn't seem like it, Owen heard a burst of footsteps that didn't belong to him in this huge circular room.

The footsteps were unhurried and echoed crisply in the room. The Metis hummed, "Welcome."

"Long time no see, Metis." A voice said softly, sounding familiar yet unfamiliar, "Ah, there is also my...classmate hiding behind the bookshelf."

Owen walked out from behind the bookshelf and squinted at the guy who just came in. He has fiery red hair, is tall and thin, and has a face full of freckles. He has the appearance of Ron Weasley, but his pale face has a contented look, with inexplicable confidence and power. It is obvious that he has changed inside. .

"Ron Weasley..." Owen slowly revealed a deep smile, and casually stuffed the experimental report back on the bookshelf, "I didn't expect you to discover this place and pass the test. It's really impressive. People are surprised.”

The other party did not answer immediately, but just looked at him with a smile, and his penetrating eyes stayed on Owen's left hand for a while, and then he said slowly: "I'm here to find you, Owen Shafiq. "

"Métis, didn't you say you wouldn't reveal any information about the successor?" Owen raised his eyebrows and looked at the eagle head sculpture.

"I want to find someone, so I don't need to ask anyone else." Before Metis could answer, the boy in front of him spoke. "Let's talk somewhere else?" He tilted his head slightly in the direction of the door. Although it was a question, his tone was unquestionable.

"As you wish." Owen glanced in the direction of Metis, and then followed him out of the secret room. He was also curious about what this guy wanted to do with him. Could it be that he had really recovered his memory? Or can you feel the diary on your body?

"I think we need a place where we won't be disturbed." Weasley walked back and forth in front of the wall of the Room of Requirement three times before a door quietly appeared.

The two walked into the door, which was a large circular room with gorgeous black curtains hanging on the walls. The light was not bright, and the surrounding area was empty except for a long table and two chairs in the center of the room.

"You know who you are serving, right, Owen Shafik?" Weasley turned and stared directly at him, his eyes full of inquiry and amusement.

"I am not loyal to anyone." Owen raised the corners of his mouth and replied pretending to be confused.