A ruined Hogwarts

Harry stood outside a ward, watching in agony as Hermione was placed on a hospital bed, while another petrified person, Penelo Crevat, was lying on the bed next to him. .

Madam Pomfrey gently drew the curtain of the hospital bed, blocking his view. She turned around and made a fuss when she saw Harry: "Why did you come out? Go back to your room. I'm not sure if there are any hidden injuries on your bodies... You need to observe for a while."

"Okay, ma'am." Harry nodded and said with a serious expression, "Do they really have to wait a few months to wake up?"

"I'm afraid yes, we can only hope that Professor Sprout can cultivate the mandrake to maturity and use fresh grass stems to brew the antidote to remove this petrification." Madam Pomfrey sighed slightly , "A delicate plant like mandrake will only mature in season, and that kind of antidote is not something that can be stored for a long time... Oh, poor child..."

She sighed, but moved Harry back to his ward without any slowness, and closed the door.

Everyone else is here. The unconscious Ron Weasley was lying on the bed at the end of the room. His face, which was originally as gray as death, became rosier after Madam Pomfrey drank several bottles of potions. Colin Creevey paced back and forth beside his hospital bed. When he saw Harry coming in, he screamed "Harry Potter" with adoring and nervous eyes.

Owen was sitting on his bed, reading a thick book, with Melet lying on his lap. Draco was leaning on the bedside table minding his own business, writing furiously with a pale and excited face.

Harry dealt with Colin without energy for a while, then sat down on his bed and recalled the scenes that had happened before. Too many things seemed to have happened in just a short period of time, which made him feel like there were so many things that he couldn't sort out for a while.

He suddenly thought of something and sat up suddenly. After glancing at Colin, he moved closer to Owen and Draco and said in a voice that Colin could not hear: "Hermione thought before she was petrified. Tell us something. She said Ron Weasley might not be the only one being controlled, there are others..."

Owen raised his head from the book and glanced at him. His black eyes were as quiet as the endless night sky without stars and moon. He nodded noncommittally, stroking the pages of the book with his long, pale fingers, and lowered his eyes again, hiding the expression in his eyes in the shadows cast by his fine hair.

Draco, who was immersed in writing a letter, suddenly raised his head and asked in a sharp voice: "Don't tell me that Weasley is not the real heir. That heir has not been caught yet?"

"It's a pity that this is it, Draco." Harry sighed, "Ron Weasley was just controlled, and the real heir has been hiding in the dark. We must find a way to find him, otherwise we will never There is no peaceful day…”

"That's not a question of never ending, Harry." Draco's face turned even paler, "Do you know what spell he wanted to use at that time? It was the Killing Curse! The Unforgivable Curse! As long as it is hit, you will die. ! How dare he be in school..." His body trembled.

"If we had escaped a little later, you might have died!" He said, suddenly staring at Harry's forehead carefully for a while, and then said lightly, "Of course, it is said that you are the only one who has ever cast the Killing Curse. Those who have escaped...maybe you can resist this curse again..."

Harry was stunned, raised his hand to press his scar, and seemed to see a dazzling green light flash before his eyes.

"Is this the spell?" he said softly, and the scar seemed to start to sting faintly.

"Yes, otherwise how could people think that you are born with unparalleled magic power?" Draco glanced at him quickly, then gritted his teeth and said, "I only know now that I can't stay at Hogwarts. I don’t want to be with a monster who casts life-killing spells randomly!”

He looked at Owen with burning eyes, then at Harry, and tightened the quill in his hand: "Let's transfer to another school. It's better to go to Durmstrang than here!" He could have said to the heir. He turned a blind eye to danger because he believed that he would not be targeted. But after experiencing this personally, Draco just wanted to say, get lost, heir!

Harry was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Draco to have such thoughts, but he knew that he did not want and would never leave Hogwarts. There are his friends here, Dumbledore and a group of respectable and lovely professors. This is his home.

Owen glanced at Draco with a half-smile and said lazily: "Durmstrang is not much better. There are black magic courses for senior students there, and the fights between students are even more ferocious. So much so that one or two students die every few years..."

Draco's expression became even more ugly. He opened his mouth and said, "But, that's the killing curse..."

Owen held his chin in his hand, with a meaningful smile on his face. He wouldn't say that he had mastered this spell too.

"Draco, if you are really scared, then just leave. Owen, too." Harry was silent for a long time, and then said slowly. He didn't want to leave Hogwarts, but why would he put his friends in danger with him?

"Who says I'm scared?" Draco jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "I'm not scared! I just don't think we need to take this risk!"

"Oh -" Owen suddenly said a long "oh" and said with a smile, "I don't know who is the source of today's emotional infection? It seems that you and Creevey screamed at the same time,"

Draco's pale face suddenly turned red. He stared at Owen for a while, and raised his slender chin: "The source of the infection is definitely that Gryffindor! I'm just the first victim..."

Owen burst out laughing and buried his face in Melet's soft belly. Probably only the two of them knew who was the source of the infection.

"Meow?" Melete opened her eyes from sleep in confusion, stretched out her two front legs and pressed her soft flesh pads against Owen's cheek.

Harry couldn't help but smile, and then pursed his lips and said, "Owen, Draco, please leave Hogwarts. I will stay here, because this is my favorite place." He squeezed out He had a bright smile, but he looked pitiful, like an abandoned puppy.

"..." Draco looked at him for a while, and then said arrogantly: "I didn't say I had to leave. If you beg me in a low voice, it's not like I can't stay here."

Harry looked at him with vacant eyes and said expressionlessly: "Oh, let's go." Then he looked at Owen.

"You should think more about how to find the heir." Owen had two pink plum blossom marks on his face, and he was teasing Melete flexibly with his right hand, making the little cat sway all four paws. Afterimage appeared.

Speaking of business, Harry slapped his forehead in annoyance: "The heir attacked us twice, and the target was Hermione. She must have discovered some important clues that made the heir want... to kill and silence us." He should have thought of it earlier. Yes, if he could have noticed this problem early, Hermione would not have been petrified.

"I don't know...I didn't even notice the basilisk's voice before..." He ruffled his hair even more.

Owen put his hand on the tip of Melet's nose and said slowly in a clear voice: "It's not your fault. You have to know that the basilisk can remain silent before launching an attack."

Harry raised his head suddenly and said in surprise: "You mean, the heir knew I could hear the basilisk, so he ordered the basilisk to remain silent?"

"Before today, I had only shown the ability to hear the basilisk once..." He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth, "Only that night! Not many people knew about it. The few people who went to the death anniversary party, and all the professors outside the auditorium that day... one of them must have told the heir about this!"

Owen narrowed his eyes. In fact, he had already made a guess, but there was no need to say it. When a secret is known to more people, it is no longer a secret, and there will be more unexpected changes, just like today. Therefore, there are risks in the fire, so he should take a look first before talking about it.

Draco's voice filled with excitement and envy came over at this time: "Harry, you didn't tell me that you were a Parselmouth! Do you know what this means? This is one of Slytherin's most famous abilities. , those who possess this ability are undoubtedly wizards with extraordinary talents!"

"No, Owen told me that this is just an ability inherited through blood." Harry sighed, "Can you not tell me?"

"If you are willing to hide it..." Draco raised his eyebrows, "What I want to say is that maybe you are also a descendant of Slytherin. If we were not attacked today, I would definitely think that you That’s the heir!”

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth. He didn't want to think about why his parents who didn't know Parseltongue gave birth to a child who knew Parseltongue... That was too scary and frustrating. You can't think about it because you will feel sorry for your parents if you think about it.

He mumbled under his breath and dropped the subject: "By the way, Draco, the Dobby who saved us today is from your family?"

"Yeah, that's the most unruly house elf in my family. He has no eyesight at all. It's terrible." Draco frowned and muttered, "Logically speaking, he shouldn't do unnecessary things when he's not summoned. Yes……"

"Dobby saved our lives, Draco," Harry emphasized with wide eyes. He was very surprised by Draco's attitude, which was not the attitude towards his savior.

"That's what he should do, Harry." Draco said matter-of-factly, "House elves are servants, and it is their mission to serve their masters for the rest of their lives."

"How could..." Harry was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Owen. He lived in a house belonging to Owen's family last summer, and was carefully taken care of by a house elf. His impression of them was that they were hardworking, polite, loyal and humble, but he did not expect that they would be in such a situation.

"Oh, they like it," Owen said, squinting lazily, and added, "Most of them."

Dobby, who pursues freedom, is obviously an outlier among house elves, which is probably inseparable from the long-term abuse he suffered at the Malfoy family. But in fact, very few house elves are actually abused. After all, they are expensive...

"Is...is that so?" Harry was stunned. And this kind of creature? It was a real eye-opener for him. He didn't think much and just said: "But why not treat Dobby well? You see, he doesn't even have any clothes..."

"If the master gives the house elf a piece of clothing, he will be free." Draco said slowly, raising his pen again to scribble the unfinished letter, "This is the most important thing for them. A terrible punishment."

He glanced at Harry's dumbfounded expression, waved his hands impatiently and said: "Well, at most I can be a little more tolerant to him in the future. But let me tell you, this is meaningless. They like to punish themselves after they do something wrong. Own……"

Harry nodded absently, thinking about how he should thank Dobby. Then he thought about Dobby's performance today. The other party seemed to know something, but he didn't care at the time.

"Dobby asked me to leave Hogwarts! He already knew there was danger here!" he said suddenly.

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't sit still. He stood up again, thinking carefully about the few words Dobby said. The first thing Dobby said when he appeared today was "Harry Potter". It seemed that he had come specifically to save him, as if he had been observing him for a long time.

He thought of the warning letters that appeared out of thin air in his room during the summer vacation, the intercepted letters, and the blocked platform on the first day of school. Could those things be related to Dobby?

Dobby wanted to get him out of school, out of danger, and out of... Owen?

Harry suddenly looked at Owen who was standing aside. The boy who was about the same height as him was teasing the cat in his arms with a smile, as lazy and calm as ever, but also with a curious mystery and helplessness. The evil taste makes people unable to understand it, but they can't help but feel close to and fascinated by it.

"What's wrong?" Owen keenly noticed Harry's gaze, and his dark eyes stared at him quietly.

"Uh..." Harry didn't know what to say. He instinctively doesn't want to doubt his friends, but the opponent is most likely Voldemort, who is cruel and scheming. Even if he is as smart as Owen, he will be controlled without any resistance, right?

"Well, is it something you can't tell me?" Owen looked into his eyes with a smile, holding his chin with one hand and said softly, "Let me guess, based on what you just said, this matter has something to do with Dobby ?”

Seeing the change in Harry's expression, Owen's smile deepened: "It seems I guessed it right. You don't want to tell me, it seems he must have said bad things about me to you..." On the day he and Luo Dobby saw the scene of En Weasley outside the Room of Requirement, and he knew what he would say to Harry, but Owen didn't know whether Dobby knew that Tom's diary was in his possession.

"It's not a bad word, it's just an interesting suggestion..." Harry sweated and explained. Sure enough, with Owen's keenness, he couldn't hide his thoughts from him.

"I think that house elf must have misunderstood something." Owen chuckled, leaning on the bedside and said in a relaxed tone, "Why don't you take the time to ask Draco to call him over and let me hear his thoughts? . You know, if the misunderstanding is not solved in time, it will get deeper and deeper."

"Call Dobby over?" Harry was stunned for a moment, "Can you do it now?" He looked at Draco.

Draco was folding the letter in his hand and said, "Okay, but I advise you not to believe him too much. That elf is a bit neurotic..."

Before he could finish his words, the door in the ward suddenly opened, and a large group of red-haired people poured in and rushed straight to Ron's bed.

The two leaders, covered in ashes, were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley who hurried over after hearing the news. Behind them were Percy, the twins, and Ginny, each with an anxious look on their face.

"Ron! Oh, poor Ron..." Mrs. Weasley hugged Ron and wiped away her tears. Mr. Weasley patted his wife on the shoulder and sighed.

After a while, Dumbledore came in and briefly explained the situation to the Weasleys.

Mrs. Weasley covered her cheek and wailed. The whole family looked pale, especially the two brothers Fred and George. The two brothers were silent for a moment and realized that the matter could no longer be delayed, so they said in unison: "Sir, I have something to tell you!"

After finishing speaking, they looked at each other in surprise, and saw the same surprise and confusion in each other's eyes.

"I'm listening," Dumbledore said kindly.

The two people talked about the crown one by one, then pointed at each other and said: "I suspect Fred (George) is also controlled!"

Dumbledore blinked, and the Weasleys' expressions of anger and worry became strange because of their concealment. Percy and Ginny looked up at the sky, and the brothers opened their mouths like goose-eyed geese. , as if looking in the mirror.

"Have you been doubting me?" They said in unison, "I have no problem!" After saying that, the two of them were confused.

"Let me check it for you." Dumbledore took out his Elder Wand, tapped each person, recited a few complex spells, and then took back the wand thoughtfully.

"You do have a strange feeling on your body, but it seems to be just the residual breath of some kind of influence, and there is no other abnormality." He said slowly, "Of course, I am not sure of the true ability hidden by that black magic item. Don't put it down. Due vigilance..."

The Weasley family breathed a sigh of relief and nodded seriously. After Dumbledore left, Mrs. Weasley's expression changed. She held one of the twins by the ear in one hand, took them aside and scolded them. The twins accepted the scolding with frowning eyes, secretly exchanging glances with each other.

After training her son, Mrs. Weasley walked towards the young wizards who were watching from a distance.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're okay." She wiped the tears from her eyes, "I heard that Ron attacked you after being controlled... What if you were injured or... what would you do? It's so great I'm sorry..." She sniffed heavily.

"It's okay, ma'am, it's not Ron's fault. And, I'm sorry..." Before Harry could finish his words, he received a slightly trembling hug from Mrs. Weasley. He stopped talking slowly, feeling a little at a loss.

Without too much interruption, Madam Pomfrey quickly led her family out of the ward, and the surroundings returned to calm.

It was already a bit late, and Colin was still stretching his neck to look this way. Harry gave up the urge to call Dobby tonight and lay back on his bed.

Owen watched as Draco summoned an owl to mail the letter, then pulled up the curtains around the bed, wanting to sleep with Melete in his arms.

The amused little kitten Raccoon glared at him angrily, broke free from Owen's paws and jumped onto the pillow, turned around and pointed her butt at him.