A ruined Hogwarts

After the previous rainy day, the weather became hot and humid again. The air was filled with moist water vapor, and the branches and leaves of the plants in the Forbidden Forest seemed to be dripping with water.

In a low depression in the Forbidden Forest, Owen played with his wand with a deep smile, and watched calmly as a huge Acromantula curled up into a ball while screaming and wailing, and was absorbed by the diary. All vitality.

He picked up the diary and shook it with some disgust, feeling that it had a spider smell on it.

"Why did you get into trouble with a spider?" A faint sentence appeared in the diary. Obviously, Tom didn't like this kind of food.

"Because I hate spiders." Owen replied with a smile, "There are so many cute little ones in the Forbidden Forest, so of course I have to pick and kill the uncut ones..." Tsk, it's not good to be picky about food.

"Speaking of which, Tom, you have absorbed a lot of life force, right? It's time to tell me about that magic. Haierbo dares to attack me in broad daylight. If we don't catch him out, we will only become more and more passive." He walked leisurely among the tall trees, and a pure white feather pen automatically wrote on his notebook.

"The vitality and magic power of animals are very different from that of wizards. What I can really absorb and transform into it is not much..." Tom said pitifully, but he didn't delay any longer, "But your situation is indeed dangerous, I How can we continue to watch helplessly?"

Owen clicked his tongue in his heart. As expected, he couldn't believe even a single punctuation mark in what this guy said. If the life force absorbed is not enough to satisfy Tom, it would be strange for this guy to relent.

Lines of neat and beautiful handwriting appeared on the diary, and in the blink of an eye it filled a whole page. Then the diary automatically turned the pages, filling the next two pages with writing.

Owen leaned against the trunk of a huge pine tree and carefully memorized the spell. A gray rabbit skipped across the grass on one side. Melete, who was squatting at Owen's feet and yawning, suddenly became energetic. She jumped into the grass to chase the rabbit with vigorous and light movements. .

Owen just read it once and remembered the curse firmly. This is indeed a rare spell. He has never seen a similar spell in any book. Of course, its function is also very narrow, but it can really come in handy at certain specific times.

This is a kind of magic that can detect the fluctuation of magic power of the same type. To be precise, it should be "resonance". In other words, as long as Owen holds this Horcrux diary in his hand and uses its magic power fluctuations, he will most likely be able to identify those people affected by Horcruxes, because those people must have more or less Horcrux traces on their bodies. Traces of magic underneath.

The disadvantage of this spell is that the caster must have an item with the same type of magic wave in his hand, and it can only be used on creatures. The advantage is that it is silent, highly concealable, and can detect people in a large area at one time.

"It's not bad, it should be useful..." Owen closed the diary with satisfaction, and the straight black wand rotated flexibly between his long and pale fingers, "It's not difficult to learn this spell, but you have to find a chance... in the auditorium It’s too conspicuous, so let’s take advantage of the next Quidditch match to try it.”

He called Melete, then stepped on the soft leaves on the ground and walked back. The cat with light brown hair jumped out of the grass nimbly, raised its tail high and followed Owen's feet. The two figures, one large and one small, gradually disappeared into the dark jungle.

…

The Quidditch match was about to begin, the weather was still hot and humid, and there was faint thunder in the air.

The students rarely put aside the matter of heirs and chatted happily. Everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch match. Everyone was glad that the school did not cancel the Quidditch game when the heirs were raging. In this frightening moment, the students urgently needed a lively and exciting game to cheer up their spirits.

Of course, many people are worried about this because Harry Potter is also going to play.

"I hope they don't annoy Potter during the game..." Hufflepuff's Ernie shook his head sympathetically, "Think about it, they might 'accidentally' bump into one that happened to come from the corner after the game. A monster jumped out of the house and died immediately! Don't expect Potter to be very tolerant..."

As this statement spread, the excited chatter in the auditorium gradually dropped and turned into an uneasy buzzing whisper. People couldn't help but cast worried and pitiful glances at the Gryffindor team members. .

Harry no longer cared to express his displeasure at such comments. He and Draco sat silently at the long table in the Great Hall, moving nervously. This was the first Quidditch match they had participated in in their lives, and their opponent was the Gryffindor team, which usually had a fierce rivalry with the Slytherin team. The pressure and nervousness prevented them from sleeping well for the past two days.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you guys." Owen patted Harry and Draco on the shoulders, looking at their nervous and blue faces, he narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"It's not good at all..." Draco muttered, his light blond hair hanging listlessly.

Harry also felt terrible. He raised his eyelids, and there was a faint dark blue under his eyes. He forced himself to divert his attention and said: "Owen, I thought you wouldn't go to the game..."

"Oh, after all, it's your first time, so I have to join in the fun... It's best to record how miserable you are when you make a fool of yourself." Owen said with a smile, "You always need some fun in life."

The emotion Harry had just shown froze on his face. He looked at Owen with a frustrated expression, looking like he was enjoying the show. The sadness and anger in his heart instantly dispelled the tension that made him want to vomit.

"Hahaha, I prepared a camera." Blais also watched the excitement and shook the camera in his hand, specifically to capture the wonderful operations and funny moments.

Daphne smiled amusedly and concernedly. She and Pansy were holding a huge green banner in their hands. The words "Potter must win, Malfoy must win" on it were shining with silver and looked radiant. Very conspicuous.

"Want something to eat?" Crabbe and Goyle handed out the desserts in their hands with a look of reluctance.

"Thank you, no." Neither Harry nor Draco had any intention of eating at this moment, lest they vomit on the broomstick and really make a fool of themselves.

As eleven o'clock gradually approached, all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch stadium, sitting on the high stands and making loud noises.

Irving and his team sat in the highest row of the stands and saw the players from the two teams wearing green and red uniforms enter the stadium and soar into the leaden sky amidst Ms. Hooch's sharp whistle.

Gryffindor's Lee Jordan enthusiastically explained the game. Well, although Gilderoy Lockhart originally wanted to get this job, he was forced to walk away by Professor McGonagall.

The Slytherin team's broomsticks were obviously much faster than the Gryffindor team. They almost turned into seven vague green shadows, flying back and forth in mid-air like the wind. In line with their already outstanding level, Unsurprisingly, they had the absolute upper hand.

It started to rain, and big raindrops pattered on the stands, but it did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the little wizards. They cheered, applauded or booed according to the situation on the field, and the noise drowned out the sound of the rain. .

The Slytherin team took the lead, sixty to zero, and Draco scored three goals with a triumphant expression that made his fists itch. Harry flew high alone, circling the stadium in search of traces of the Golden Snitch.

Owen withdrew his gaze from the field, and after chanting a waterproof spell for himself and Daphne, he silently stood up from his seat and walked around to the back of everyone. He pressed the diary in his pocket with one hand, took out his wand and said a spell to the Slytherin students in front of him who were watching the game seriously.

The vision suddenly became blurry, as if covered with a layer of frosted glass, making it even more hazy in the heavy rain. In this kind of vision, he can see the traces of magic "resonance" more clearly.

Unsurprisingly, he found the only person in Slytherin who had traces of the influence of Horcruxes, Ginny Weasley. The girl with long red hair turned her back to him and was cheering towards the arena, but she had a slightly reddish black mist on her body, making her look evil and ominous. But this wave of fluctuation is very weak, as if it is still left on the body after being exposed to it a long time ago, and it seems that it will dissipate in the rain at any time.

Unexpectedly, only Ginny had some problems here, and none of Harry's friends were affected or controlled.

Owen frowned slightly in confusion and strangeness. Is this the remaining aura that Dumbledore mentioned during the inspection? It seems that people with this kind of fluctuation do not mean that they are all controlled.

He wandered thoughtfully to the back of the stands where the Ravenclaw students were, and recited the curse again, but found no problem.

Next was the Gryffindor area. Under the vision brought by the curse, Owen found several abnormal people at a glance. Percy Weasley, the black mist on his body looked thicker than Ginny; the black mist on Dean Thomas, who shared the same dormitory with Ron, was so light that he was almost invisible.

And, most importantly——

Owen took a deep look at the man sitting in the middle of the stands, Neville Longbottom. The black mist on his body was so thick that it submerged his figure.

"Sure enough, it's you." The corners of Owen's mouth curled up slightly. He had guessed it the day Hermione was attacked.

Since Voldemort wants to find out Harry's true and false identity, he must find a way to contact him, and sneaking into the study group is one of the best options. Ron did not join the study group, which was unreasonable, unless Voldemort had made other preparations, and Neville, who shared a dormitory with Ron, was undoubtedly the easiest and easiest target to target.

In this case, it can also explain why Ron Weasley only acted abnormally towards Hermione and Harry, but did not ask for help from Neville, who he spent time with every day. Because he knows that Neville also has problems, this may be a desperate reminder from Ron when he is desperate. Neville said that he never noticed anything unusual about Ron, which didn't make sense in the first place.

On the day of the death party, Neville was present when they were attacked, so Voldemort knew that Harry was a Parseltongue. The reason why Hermione was targeted twice was probably not only because Voldemort found her receiving the Special Contribution Award an eyesore, but more likely because she discovered something unusual in her long-term relationship with Neville, which made Voldemort want to eradicate her. .

The clue that Hermione didn't reveal that day should be Neville's problem. She was suspicious but not sure. Perhaps she was worried that speaking out rashly would hurt Neville's heart and everyone else's feelings, so she was secretly investigating alone. She might have seen something that day...

"Neville..." Owen held his chin with one hand and narrowed his eyes, "In this case, Voldemort knew Ron Weasley's little tricks early, so Ron was given up by him after he had been exposed; he learned that Dun Bumbledore had already learned about the crown, so he no longer kept a low profile and directly controlled Ron's body to attack Harry. It was considered a waste utilization, and it was an arrogant provocation to Dumbledore..."

"In this case, Voldemort will inevitably become more vigilant and hide the diadem where he thinks no one can find it... things are getting more and more complicated and interesting." Owen slowly smiled. , "Hey, is Ravenclaw's diadem hidden in the Chamber of Secrets?"

"The problem in Gryffindor is so big, maybe the diadem is hidden here..."

He slowly walked to the stands where the Hufflepuff students were standing. No problem was found, and then he wandered to where the professors were. Most of the professors came over, except for Dumbledore who was absent as expected. Owen secretly pointed his wand forward and whispered the magic spell.

"Hey, something unexpected..." Owen raised his eyebrows. He always thought that Peter Pettigrew was under the control of Voldemort, but the fact was that although there were traces of the influence of Horcruxes on the other party, they were about as weak as Ginny Weasley. Except for Peter, the other professors, including Lockhart, had no problem.

Owen groaned and retracted his wand. Professor Snape turned his head to look at him as if he was aware of it, his empty and indifferent eyes looking at him deeply through the rain. Owen grinned at him innocently, then returned to his position with a light step.

He glanced at the ongoing Quidditch match. The players were much further away, making him temporarily unable to use magic to check their condition.

"Porter started sprinting! He rushed into the middle of the players. Did he see the Golden Snitch?" Commentator Lee Jordan suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! He stopped, too bad, he really caught it. Got the Golden Snitch!"

On the field, Harry's figure stopped in the middle of the ring, then raised his right hand high with a bright smile on his face. The stands were boiling with excitement. The Slytherin students all stood up and cheered loudly, shouting Harry's name. The Gryffindors sighed with regret, while the young wizards from the other two houses clapped politely.

But soon, the sighs and boos disappeared, and the reserved applause turned into enthusiastic cheers. A strong sense of joy and excitement quickly spread to everyone's heart, and the emotional contagion returned at this time, making everyone in the stands jump to their feet, cheering and shouting until their voices became hoarse, and more people couldn't help but scream like It's jumping up and down like a monkey.

Everyone was cheering and screaming, people were swaying enthusiastically and dancing wildly, and the entire stadium was filled with a carnival atmosphere.

Harry waved his hands towards Owen and the others, and then, unexpectedly, a Bludger hit his shoulder hard. Unprepared, he spun towards the ground and fell, as if he was being hit by a ball. Birds shot with arrows.

Fred Weasley stayed there while swinging the bat, his expression a little dazed and dazed, as if he hadn't realized what he had done. George looked at his twin brother with a surprised and strange look on his face. His usually free and unruly face was slightly distorted. There was a rare hint of panic and despair in his eyes, as well as more pain and worry.

Draco exclaimed, and was the first to dive down after Harry, and more players followed suit after reacting. The professors sitting in the stands all stood up. Professor Snape waved his wand towards Harry with a gloomy expression, slowing down the opponent's fall. More professors rushed towards the arena.

Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, angrily asked loudly: "What are you doing? The game is over! This is murder!" Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, opened his mouth blankly, but there was nothing he could do. To explain Fred's behavior, he could only shout muffledly: "Save people first!"

The students in the stands were still cheering, even though they witnessed the accident on the field... they couldn't help but feel happy.

Owen was keenly aware of this atmosphere when the emotional infection first spread. He smiled in time and kept his expression consistent with those people, so that he was not affected by the emotional infection. He watched the scene unfolding with a bright smile, and then poured into the arena with the cheerful crowd.

In the hazy rain curtain, Harry had fallen to the ground. Although he had Snape's curse as a buffer, he still broke a leg, and the arm hit by the Bludger was hanging limply to the side. He was gritting his teeth in pain and looking at a large group of people. They gathered around him with playful smiles, and the rows of shining teeth made him dizzy.

He blinked his eyes with some sourness in his heart and held back the tears that seemed to burst out of his eyes. Why is everyone so happy when they see themselves injured? Just because you suspect he is the heir of Slytherin? After seeing that Slytherin's companions also behaved like this, he became numb, and the pain in his heart instantly overshadowed the pain in his body...

"Let me do it! Leave this kind of thing to me!" Gilderoy Lockhart shouted and squeezed over, his teeth particularly shining. "Don't worry, Harry, I'm the best at treating this!"

Harry looked at him with despair. If it were normal times, he would definitely refuse in horror, but now...that's it, there is no life left to live without.

At this time, a spontaneous joy invaded his heart, leaving nothing but happiness in his heart. Harry couldn't help grinning and burst into laughter, finally squeezing out a bitter tear from the corner of his eye, which was then washed away by the pouring rain.

"Leave it to me." Just as Lockhart was about to wave his wand happily, Professor Snape raised his hand and grabbed his wrist with a heavy gaze. He pushed him aside with a cold face and stared at him cautiously with cold eyes. For a moment, Lockhart looked at the other person like a quail and didn't dare to say anything.

"Healed as before." Snape squinted as he treated Harry's broken arms and legs, his cheeks twitching slightly, trying his best to suppress the joy that couldn't help but emerge from the corners of his mouth, so as not to ruin his character... Damn it Emotional contagion!

"Mr. Fred Weasley, do you know what you are doing?" Professor McGonagall shouted from the other side, with a smile on her face, but anger gushing from her eyes.

The Quidditch players were laughing uncontrollably. Fred Weasley laughed and rubbed his belly, but his eyes were extremely confused. He said with some difficulty: "I know...I don't want to do such a thing, but just now I was...angry...I Too impulsive. Sorry, Professor..."

George Weasley looked at him with a mixture of tears and laughter, wiping the rain off his face constantly, and his face was as pale as if he was seriously ill.

Owen quietly recited the "Resonance" spell to the players in the crowd, and saw that the Weasley twins both had an ominous black mist on their bodies, which was not too strong, but Fred Weasley's The black mist is thicker.

He understood that the Weasley family might not have escaped Voldemort's shadow. That kind of influence and control is still there, but the other party adopts a more difficult to detect method.

The question now is, does Dumbledore know? Is it true that he didn't check it out, or is he just playing a long game to catch the big fish?

Owen curled his lips, glanced at Harry who was being carried to the school hospital with a smile, and suddenly shook his head with emotion. Tsk, poor guy.

He held up a black umbrella for himself and followed the crowd towards the school hospital.

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