A ruined Hogwarts

"Ron"'s eyes lingered on Owen's face for a moment, and then he looked directly at Harry, with a look of eagerness and greed in his eyes. He said softly: "Harry Potter..."

"You..." Harry's expression changed. After witnessing the change in the other person, he knew that the person in front of him was definitely not Ron Weasley.

"Get out of the way!" He let go of Colin's hand, handed Hermione to him, and then raised his wand and pointed at "Ron" who was blocking the stairs. Although the basilisk was thrown some distance away, it was still in hot pursuit and there was no time to waste.

"That won't work. I finally have such a good opportunity. Let me try your talent, Harry Potter." "Ron" said pointedly, with a strange look in his hungry wolf-like eyes. red light.

Owen stood silently and waved his wand downstairs, tearing down nearby picture frames, curtains and even chandeliers, transforming them into solid walls to block the Basilisk's progress. After hearing "Ron"'s words, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Who gave him the courage to say that now was a good opportunity? Dumbledore?

"Who are you?" Harry's fists clenched and his nails dug deeply into his flesh. Although he speculated that it might be Voldemort, there was no basis for it.

"Who am I? Hahaha..." The red-haired boy let out a sharp and piercing laugh, "I am Ron Weasley." He waved his wand suddenly, and a beam of dark light came over.

Harry also fired a red beam, and the two spells collided in mid-air, and then they were annihilated into tiny sparks.

Owen flicked his wand and shot a silent coma spell at "Ron" - he had sent a basilisk to chase him twice, so he had to collect some interest.

"Ron" waved his wand to block the spell, looked at Owen with a warning look, and then fired a dark green fire at Harry. Harry hurriedly recited the Iron Armor Charm that he had practiced for a long time but was still not very effective. The invisible screen blocked in front of him, but was silently shattered by the firelight that exuded a strong evil aura. An uncomfortable feeling of coldness and heat came closer and closer, and Harry had to roll away in embarrassment, almost losing his footing and rolling down the stairs.

Draco, who was still in shock, became bolder instantly after discovering that his opponent was Ron Weasley. He took out a silver dagger from his pocket and threw it at "Ron". The dagger cast with powerful magic dragged its long silver-white tail, rushed out with a "whoosh" sound like an arrow from the string, and shot straight into "Ron"'s chest.

"Ron" frowned and used two magic spells in a row to barely stop the dagger. At this time, Owen's curses came one after another, making him confused for a while.

Draco smiled triumphantly when he saw this. He dug into his pocket again, pulled out various magic items, and threw them out one by one. Ever since he was attacked by the Aether Society in school last school year, he asked his parents to get him a lot of alchemy items and offensive potions, with the goal of killing the guy who tried to attack him.

The weird magic items submerged "Ron" in a cloud of colorful smoke and fire. Coupled with Owen's pervasive spell, he was unable to take care of himself for a while. After all, the level of magic power his body currently possesses is too poor, and many methods cannot be used at all.

But the basilisk was getting closer and closer. Colin Creevey, who was leaning on the armrest in panic, swallowed his saliva. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a powerful green giant snake's tail severely breaking Owen. Layers of obstacles were arranged, crawling up the stairs. Draco also caught a glimpse of this scene. His expression became more and more anxious, and he lost the magic items in his hands.

Colin Creevey suddenly screamed in horror, his face turned pale and he closed his eyes tightly. He held the stiff Hermione tightly with both hands, so hard that it seemed like he was going to crush the other person. Draco also shouted almost at the same time, holding his head with his hands and shrinking into a ball.

Before Owen had time to figure out what was happening, he felt a great fear suddenly fill his atrium, making his heart almost jump out of his chest. His body was trembling slightly instinctively, his legs were weak, and he wanted to run wildly and escape to a place where no one could find him.

"Emotional infection? It just happened at this time..." Owen pursed his pale lips tightly. Although he had always maintained the state of Occlumency, he seemed unable to stop this infection. He tried his best to control the strong fear in his heart. Fortunately, he was always good at controlling his emotions and would not be dominated by them.

Harry was also gasping for breath with frightened eyes, and the wand he was holding tightly in his hand almost shook out. He suddenly shouted with a trembling tone: "Help! Dumbledore!"

"Ron" rushed out from the colorful magic items with a ferocious expression and screamed sharply. His eyes were fixed with fear and anger, and he shouted to Harry in a high-pitched voice: "Avada..."

There was a loud "bang", and his body stumbled to the side, hitting the side wall hard, and the sound of the spell was interrupted.

A short figure wearing an old pillowcase jumped down from the spiral escalator, grabbed Harry, stared at tennis ball-sized green eyes, and screamed in horror: "Harry Potter! Get Dobby!" Dobby take you and leave!"

Harry didn't think much and hurriedly raised his hand to grab Colin. Colin still held Hermione in his arms and never let go. Dobby used his other hand to hold Draco, who was holding his head and shivering, and then disappeared with everyone with a "pop" sound.

Owen's outstretched hand froze in place, his fingertips only half an inch away from where Draco had just been...

He closed his eyes, suppressing the waves of fear in his heart, and said with his backhand to the basilisk that had just broken through the last layer of obstacles under the stairs: "Shocking!"

Under the extreme fear, it became much more difficult to perform black magic. Fortunately, Owen and black magic were already compatible enough. He successfully mobilized some of the negative emotions in his heart, connected with the deeper malice stored in the Black Demon Guard, and successfully cast this fear spell.

The basilisk let out a terrifying roar, and even Owen, who couldn't understand Parseltongue, could really hear the fear contained in it. The emotional contagion effect seemed to also affect the basilisk, and coupled with Owen's fear spell, the basilisk fell directly into endless panic. It didn't care about its master's orders or killing people. It flicked its tail and ran away downstairs like a bereaved dog.

Owen slowly retracted his hand and looked at "Ron" who had just gotten up with an innocent look. The other party's eyes had a look of shock and anger, the whites of his eyes were strangely filled with blood, and his eyes turned completely strange red, and he looked over with naked murderous intent.

"You want to fight me?" Before Owen could finish his words, a fire suddenly burned beside him. The old man with white beard and white hair strode out of the flames. His blue eyes under the half-moon spectacles sharply scanned the mess around him and Owen, who seemed to be leaning weakly against the wall, and finally settled on "Ron" "On the body.

His solemn and stern expression suddenly paused, his long white beard trembled, and a trace of undetectable panic flashed in his eyes. His face was still solemn, but his feet seemed to be swaying slightly.

The song of the phoenix resounded loudly and rumbled around. The beautiful golden-red bird landed next to Owen, and a pair of bright black eyes carefully scanned his body. After seeing that there were no wounds on his body, it flapped its wings and flew high, and then suddenly said " A chirping sound. The ethereal singing stopped suddenly, and the phoenix seemed to have forgotten to flap its wings in mid-air, and almost fell to the ground.

Before falling to the ground, the phoenix quickly flapped its wings and flew up again, with a pair of golden sharp claws grabbing randomly in the air. It finally landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, with a pair of bright eyes looking around with a frightened look.

The corners of Owen's mouth twitched. Normally, he would have laughed. Unfortunately, he was too panicked now to make fun of Dumbledore and his bird.

Well, Dumbledore arrived just in time. Harry and the others rushed over just after they had escaped. How cool... Why didn't he have a leisurely cup of afternoon tea first, write a few letters to old friends, and then choose something to wear? Why don't you come over and take a look at the clothes that please your eyes?

"Dumbledore." "Ron" looked at the other person with his murderous red eyes, a gloomy smile on his face.

"Where's Harry?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

"Rescued by a house elf." Owen slowly moved downstairs to avoid being indiscriminately attacked by "Ron" who was not in the right mental state.

"Sorry, I'm late." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled bitterly. He raised the wand in his hand solemnly, with anger flashing in his eyes, and said slowly: "Let the child go."

"Ron" looked at him with a strange expression, a mocking smile on his pale face: "You can't save anyone, Dumbledore."

He raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at his temple instead of pointing at Dumbledore. The smile on his face became more and more playful and cruel.

Dumbledore's expression changed, and a cloud-like golden light rushed out from the tip of his wand. He almost instantly raised the wand in "Ron"'s hand, and a bright white beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand and hit the ceiling. On top, a blackened hole was blown out of it.

Immediately afterwards, the golden cloud transformed into a slender rope, tightly binding the other party, and the wand in his hand fell to the ground.

The expression on "Ron's" face was still full of ridicule. He raised the corners of his mouth and the red light in his eyes dissipated instantly, as if something disappeared from his body in the blink of an eye. His expression became dull, and his light blue eyes were suddenly filled with tears. He opened his mouth at Dumbledore in horror, and then his eyes lost their luster and he fell to the ground like a rag doll.

Dumbledore strode to the other party with a cold face, pointed his wand at him and whispered a long spell. The phoenix flew to the little wizard's side, and large transparent tears rolled down, fell on the boy's body, and slid along the skin to the floor.

"It's useless, Fawkes, most of his life force has been sucked away." Dumbledore sighed, "If he can't find or destroy the thing that sucked his life force, he won't be able to wake up. "

The phoenix flapped its wings and flew towards the direction where the basilisk escaped. Dumbledore looked at Owen who was holding on to the wall, took a deep breath, and said kindly: "Keep an eye on him for me, okay?"

Just as Owen was about to nod, he heard a loud crack, and Dobby, who had apparated away with Harry and the others, returned.

…

Harry recovered from the dizziness and suffocation caused by the Apparition, and the panic in his heart boiled unbridled again. He gasped for air and looked around. It seemed to be a messy utility room, and there was an aroma of food floating around.

"Where is this?" he asked in a dry and hoarse tone.

"Harry Potter! This is the secret room that Dobby found!" The house elf shook his head, his bat-wing-like ears swaying up and down, and his thin and slender legs were still trembling, "In Hogwarts. Near the kitchen!”

"Your name is Dobby? Thank you for saving us." Harry forced a smile with difficulty. He saw Draco looking up with a pale face, and saw Colin holding the petrified Hermione in his arms...

"Where's Owen?" he shouted suddenly, "did we leave him there? He's in danger now!"

He jumped up all of a sudden, his eyes swept around, and then he looked at Dobby pleadingly: "Dobby, can you please bring Owen here? Or... you take me back."

"No! Don't!" Dobby screamed in fear, his head shaking wildly, "Harry Potter should stay away from that person! Harry Potter should leave Hogwarts!"

At this time, Draco finally came to his senses. He looked over with a pale face and said with a strange expression: "Dobby?"

"Master..." Dobby bowed deeply, his huge nose almost touching the ground.

"What? Dobby belongs to your family?" Harry didn't care to think about the whole story or think about what Dobby just said. He just said hastily: "Owen was left over there, and his situation is very dangerous! "

"Dobby, go and bring Owen here." Draco gritted his teeth and ordered impatiently.

Dobby opened his mouth in resistance, but finally reluctantly bowed deeply again, then disappeared with a "pop" and returned to the stairs where they were before.

Dumbledore stared at the house elf with bright blue eyes and said kindly: "The danger has passed. Can you please help me bring Harry and the others? You saved them, I need to thank you." Your help……"

By the time Harry and the others were brought back by Dobby, the phoenix Fawkes had already flown back and was singing sweetly to Dumbledore.

"Well, I understand." Dumbledore nodded and leaned against the wall tiredly.

"Sir, the monster in the Chamber of Secrets is a basilisk! It was chasing us just now..." Harry said urgently, "Hermione was petrified, she..." His voice choked, Hermione was because To stop him and Draco from looking back and accidentally seeing the basilisk's eyes.

"It will be fine. Once Professor Sprout's mandrake matures, we can rescue the petrified people." Dumbledore comforted, "As for the basilisk, unfortunately it has already penetrated It's in the water pipes... The water pipes in Hogwarts extend in all directions and connect to every location, and we can no longer trace its traces."

"Before we wait for Madam Pomfrey to arrive, could you tell me what happened just now?" he said pleasantly.

Harry glanced at Owen who was sitting against the wall, took a deep breath, and explained in detail what had happened before. After finishing speaking, he looked at Ron who had passed out and said, "Sir, how is he?"

"The person who controlled him has left. If I can't find him, I won't be able to wake up the child." Dumbledore said softly, "The way that person left was very subtle and fast, making it impossible for me to follow him. Trace the traces of departure..."

"That person..." Harry silently clenched his fists.

After a while, Madam Pomfrey rushed over and looked at the petrified Hermione and the unconscious Ron and let out an exclamation of pity. Professor McGonagall also came. She immediately interrupted her class and was looking at the messy stairs with her mouth covered.

Owen and his party were all taken to the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey insisted on a comprehensive examination of them, and they had to spend the night in the ward.