A ruined Hogwarts

A door slowly appeared on the flat outer wall of the Room of Requirement. "Ron" walked out of it with a pale face. After walking slowly along the corridor for a few steps, he suddenly revealed a door to where Owen was hiding. A mocking smile.

"I didn't expect you to have such a weird hobby, Owen Shafiq." He said lightly.

Owen narrowed his eyes and walked out from behind the curtain, waving his wand to remove the three-piece night suit he was wearing, without any trace of embarrassment about being exposed on his face. He said in the same tone indifferently: "I didn't expect to meet you again here. What a coincidence. How did you discover me?"

"There are not many people in this world who can hide from me." "Ron" said with a hint.

"Then you're really awesome." Owen praised him without any sincerity.

"Are you curious about me?" "Ron" looked at him with a half-smile.

"Indeed, I am very confused as to why you can possess another person's body like the Dark Lord." Owen looked at the other person from head to toe without any concealment. "I once came into contact with Ron Weasley. I'm sure you're not him. But I've only seen such ability in the Dark Lord..."

"Don't tell me that the Dark Lord taught you this kind of magic!" His handsome face twisted slightly, pretending to be jealous but pretending not to care.

"So what?" The smile on "Ron"'s face slowly widened, "You didn't learn this kind of magic from him, right? He only taught it to me. It seems that you are not as good as you want to be." It’s so valued.”

Seeing Owen's frightened and gloomy expression, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he felt that the depression he had just felt dissipated a lot. Well, I feel comfortable.

Owen acted seriously and almost laughed out loud. Dark Lord, it turns out that you are so childish sometimes, your character is ruined.

"The Dark Lord taught me a lot of magic! Maybe he just thinks you need to... hide your head and show your tail." Owen gritted his teeth and said, "Let me guess who you are? I don't think you are a student of Hogwarts. They Not at your level... Plus Metis told you before that we haven't seen you for a long time..."

"Are you the new professor? Let me think about it, are you Peter Pettigrew or Gilderoy Lockhart?" He stared at the other person's face and said softly.

"You can take your guess," Ron said lazily, "but it's time for us to say goodbye."

He gave a very strange smile, and then the playful and indifferent look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by confusion and confusion, as if he had just woken up from sleep.

The current man is the real Ron Weasley. He first looked around blankly, then stared blankly at Owen and opened his mouth, his expression becoming panicked. He said in a dry tone: "What did I just say to you?"

"I didn't say anything, we just met." Owen asked with a concerned look on his face, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ron's expression turned twisted and frightened for a moment. He stumbled back a step, accidentally hit the wall, and then ran quickly to the other side while holding on to the wall.

"Collapse!" A beam of red light hit him, causing him to fall straight to the ground and lose consciousness.

Owen walked quickly to the other party and carefully searched Ron's pockets, but unexpectedly found no trace of the crown.

"I didn't expect that Voldemort could directly leave the body of the person he controlled?" Owen stood up and squinted at the other person. He wanted to recite the Imperius Curse to him and interrogate him about his recent encounters, but his intention was too much. It was obvious, and it was easy to think that Voldemort was eyeing the crown.

Owen thought for a moment, pointed his wand at Ron's head, and said "forget everything". He cleared the other person's memory of seeing him tonight.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a vague prying gaze. As mental strength increases, this intuition becomes more and more acute.

Owen suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of his vision, which was at the corner at the other end of the corridor. It seemed that a head had hurriedly retracted.

"Gathered into one." Owen pointed the outside of the corner with his wand, and the strong gravitational force gathered into one point, sucking in the surrounding curtains and ornaments, and gathered them into a ball.

There was a high-pitched exclamation from behind the corner, followed by a loud crack. By the time Owen arrived, there was no one at the back of the corridor.

"Apparate? House elf...Dobby?" Owen narrowed his eyes, pointed at the mess around him and said "Restore to the original". The torn curtains were hung back on the wall, and the broken exquisite ornaments fluttered back to their original positions, becoming complete and new again.

There were so many things going on recently that he almost forgot about Dobby, the weird house elf. I don’t know why Dobby appears nearby. Is he targeting me?

Owen thought about Tom's diary and rolled his eyes slightly. He slowly left the neighborhood until he came across a small cat Nizi squatting and washing his face in the corridor. It seems that because of last night's attack, Professor McGonagall once again released the cats and cats to patrol the castle. Their excellent perception can not only seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but also issue alarms in time.

"Oh, you're Penny." Owen smiled brightly as he knelt down and petted the snow-white cat, and with his skillful petting techniques, it raised its little head higher and higher, making a purring sound.

He thought again of his Melete, who was getting lazier and lazier. As the weather gradually turned colder, Meleta, who had grown up and could no longer stay in Owen's pocket, always liked to stay in the lounge and warm herself up by the fire, and her days passed without feeling nervous at all. Fortunately, she hasn't turned into a fat cat yet.

Owen played with the little guy he met for a while, touching it up and down, and then he took his hand back with satisfaction. But the little cat, Tanuki, angrily scratched the curtain on the side to tatters with its sharp claws. It tried its best just now but failed to hold down Owen's hand. Is this guy a cat or a dog? Not human anyway.

"Okay, forgive me." Owen flipped his hands and conjured up a bag of chicken nuggets and pushed it over. He smiled and watched the cat nugget eating it with relish, waving his long tail happily. Although this was the dinner he prepared for Melete, it was time for that silly cat to lose weight.

"Ah, Owen, you're here." Harry's voice came as he was going downstairs quickly.

"Have you met Dumbledore?" Owen rubbed the cat's head and stood up slowly.

"Ah, yes, I told him my guess." Harry said with a worried look. He bent down and wanted to touch the cat, but was blocked by the raised paw.

"What's his attitude?" Owen raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Mr. Dumbledore asked me to firm up my ideas, but I shouldn't just focus on the clues in front of me. I should think more and go deeper..." Harry said, stroking his chin. "He said that we are very likely to have to do something." Find out the secret to Voldemort's immortality."

"I thought of a question. If Ron Weasley's mouse is really Peter Pettigrew, why did he suddenly plan to come back after being a mouse for so many years?" Harry thought about it and suddenly showed a look of confusion. Looking at the expression of horror, "If Weasley is really controlled by Voldemort, what about Pettigrew?"

"The werewolf that appeared in the school last time came to visit Pettigrew. It's so weird that they forgot the date of the full moon night at the same time... But what if the werewolf was released by Pettigrew? What if he was also in Voldemort's life? Under his control?"

He turned pale and wanted to go back to Dumbledore. Ever since he entered school, Dumbledore, a wise elder, has been his most solid support, guiding him in the direction. He has long regarded him as a respected teacher or even a kind elder, and he also likes to rely on Dumbledore when things happen. More buli.

"You can think of things, Dumbledore is well-informed, how could he not think of it." Owen stroked the handrail beside the stairs with one hand and walked downstairs slowly. "He didn't tell you directly, maybe he just hoped that something would happen to you. Learn to think independently and don’t be reckless or careless.”

"You know, in such a serious and dangerous matter, once you make random guesses or miss important clues, you may endanger your own life and even the lives of more people around you." He said slowly.

Harry looked thoughtful, obviously listening to Owen's words. He frowned again: "But why didn't Dumbledore take action?"

"Think independently." Owen smiled slightly.

"Okay..." Harry was thinking hard until he returned to the common room.

Owen sat back in his armchair. He could probably guess why Dumbledore didn't take action. Although there may be factors that want to train Harry, it is probably more likely that like Owen, there is no way to confirm the position of the crown.

As a mature Horcrux, Ravenclaw's Diadem is very good at hiding its traces. If you can't find the true soul of the Horcrux, it's useless to rashly alert the enemy. It will only make things more complicated.

For the rest of the night, Owen could only spend the rest of the night facing the wall. Tonight's battle made him see more of his shortcomings, such as spell-free casting, magic that can move quickly in a duel, and area-of-effect magic that restrains this ability... Now that he knows his disadvantages, Next, you just need to make up for it in a targeted manner.

As soon as he entered the space facing the wall, he habitually glanced at the white mist writing floating at one end of the space, and his expression suddenly froze. I saw that the line there had been replaced by: [The connection point collection port has been released, please be ready for collection. 】

Owen blinked, then calmly walked aside to read the book. The Yao Mozi incident and so on, the more you experience it, the more you will get used to it...

The next day, the atmosphere on campus was still restless. Fortunately, there was no attack last night, which made many people relax a little.

After lunch, on the way to Transfiguration class, Owen encountered one of the Weasley twins running hurriedly down the corridor. It's rare to see them playing pranks in school recently. People are talking about the Weasley twins finally growing up. Even the wrinkles on the face of Mr. Filch, the castle administrator who has been battling wits with the two for many years, seem to have loosened. Slowed down a lot.

"Hi, are you George?" Owen judged based on his intuition.

"Oh, that's right." George stopped and showed a worried smile, "Is something wrong?"

"Are you alone again?" Owen secretly looked at the other person's expression. His face looked pretty good, but his expression was troubled.

"Yeah, it's very bizarre, isn't it?" George's expression became even worse. "I feel like I'm going crazy. Who in the right mind would suspect that his twin brother has turned into another person all day long? Ah, Excuse me, I think I need to find a sedative..."

"By the way, have you found the crown?" Owen asked straight to the point.

"Don't tell me you haven't given up on that thing yet..." George patted his forehead, "Unfortunately, no one knows where it went. I even started to want to search other people's dormitories..." He blurted out Then he suddenly closed his mouth, winked at Owen, then waved his hands and strode away.

"Others... In other words, this guy searched a lot of dormitories?" Owen clicked his tongue and entered the Transfiguration classroom before the bell rang.

Professor McGonagall was already standing on the podium, her hair was tied into a tight bun, her expression was meticulous, and there was a catnive at her feet lazily scratching her chin.

Melet, who was lying on Owen's shoulder, suddenly opened her cat eyes, jumped to her brothers and sisters, and called "meow" several times. Professor McGonagall's cat nugget turned to look at her, and then turned away haughtily. It didn't want to pay attention to this guy who was fatter than itself.

Melete blinked and opened her mouth slightly, revealing her small white fangs. She suddenly jumped out of the classroom and ran wildly in the corridor. Sometimes she jumped high on the wall, and sometimes climbed into the air along the curtain. The whole cat almost turned into a light brown lightning.

She wants to lose weight!

Owen looked at this scene in amusement, and when he turned around, he saw Professor McGonagall also raising the corners of his mouth in laughter. After noticing his gaze, Professor McGonagall coughed lightly and her expression returned to seriousness: "Mr. Shafiq, why don't you sit down in your seat?"

Owen sat down in his seat, took out a copy of "Advanced Transfiguration" and read through it. During this time, he had begun to learn to use transfiguration in wizard duels.

The class was going on peacefully as usual, with Professor McGonagall explaining and demonstrating how to turn a rabbit into a slipper, until she was interrupted by a burst of laughter from the back row.

Professor McGonagall looked sternly in the direction of the laughter, and the other little wizards also turned their heads in surprise. A true warrior dares to challenge the authority of the vice-principal. Everyone wants to see the other's body - well, he might not survive today.

"Sorry, Professor, I'm sorry...Pfft hahaha..." a Ravenclaw boy in the back row said, covering his lips, but couldn't help laughing. He gave up resistance and slapped the table loudly with his palms, as if remembering something very happy.

His companion couldn't help but turn his head and look over, reaching out and tugging on his sleeve. Then, as if he saw something funny, he also started laughing, looking overjoyed.

More people looked back curiously, and more and more laughter sounded in the classroom. The smile spread from one person's face to more people's faces. In a blink of an eye, the classroom was filled with laughter one after another. Some people even began to shake their bodies unconsciously, raising their hands and waving excitedly...

Professor McGonagall was stunned by this scene and was unable to react for a moment. This never happened in her class!

She angrily walked towards the place where the laughter first came, and then... burst out laughing. She hurriedly pursed her lips to suppress her laughter. She was a professor and she must not lose her dignity! But her body couldn't help but sway slightly, as if she was swaying to the music.

Owen was a little confused when he came back to his senses from the knowledge in the book. He raised his head in confusion and looked at Harry who was laughing beside him. Beside Harry, Draco had jumped up, stood on his chair, and laughed wildly with his hands on his hips. Blaise happily set off a bundle of hard-drawn fireworks in the classroom, and Daphne and Pansy held each other's hands and cheered, as if celebrating something.

Did something happen? Why does he feel like he has traveled through time again? When he saw Professor McGonagall also looking happy, Owen showed a rare expression of confusion.

Until...a burst of joy and excitement instantly spread to his heart, dispelling the haze that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time. His soul seemed to be illuminated by warm sunshine, warm and cheerful, and the negative emotions that had often accompanied him since last year became calm.

Owen couldn't help but slowly raised the corners of his mouth. He felt now as if he had gone back to the time when he won the magic grand prize for the first time in his previous life. It was also like an ordinary person who suddenly won the first prize in the lottery. He was full of joy and surprise. Touching every part of his body, he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

Looking at Harry, who was already laughing so hard, Owen finally stopped suppressing his emotions, stopped thinking about what was going on, and started laughing with the others.

Naturally, this class could not be continued. Professor McGonagall went out in a happy mood, and the two cats were running around happily. Then, with a big smile, she invited Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey over.

"Maybe it's an improved joy spell, hum hum…" The little Professor Flitwick waved his wand to check, and couldn't help but hum a song, "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help it, too much I’m so happy… hum hum…”

"I don't think any Joy Charm can affect us at the same time..." Madam Pomfrey said with a smile, and turned to look at Snape.

Professor Snape stood by the door like a doorkeeper, his greasy hair hanging on both sides of his sallow cheeks. His usually deep and indifferent face now had a weird expression, and the corners of his mouth were twitching. Makes him look a little funny.

"It's not affected by magic potions, and there are no traces of magic spells. It's very concealed..." He said word by word, and the corners of his eyes began to twitch. "I'm going back first." He turned around like a big bat. Leaving just as quickly, but seemingly squirming more cheerfully than usual.

"Hehehe, this is the first time I see Severus like this..." Madam Pomfrey chuckled.

This unexpected incident lasted less than twenty minutes and ended. The professors were confused and checked and interrogated several times, but could not find the reason and could only leave hastily. At the end of class, Professor McGonagall sullenly doubled the homework for the students, and then the weeping students left the classroom.

"What's going on?" Harry said, rubbing his sore stomach.

"Who knows." Owen hugged Melete in a good mood. He thought it was the wall space that was to blame, but this incident seemed to be pretty good.

He had always thought so until two days later, the students having dinner in the auditorium suddenly began to sob one after another. Almost everyone in the entire auditorium was crying out of breath, and the atmosphere was as gloomy as a funeral.

Harry hugged Owen and cried with snot and tears. Owen stood there blankly, his eye circles slowly turning red... Just cry if you want. Why are you holding me? Go hug Draco...

He knew that what happened in the wall space would not be a good thing!

Thinking of this, Owen felt sad, and his eyes slowly filled with tears...