A ruined Hogwarts

Feeling the giant creature passing by him again, Harry, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt his heart start to grow again. He held his breath carefully, but his heart was beating disobediently, making him want to hold it down.

The giant snake stopped beside him, and Harry could feel the cool air blowing on his face. He closed his eyes tightly, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. In his mind, he began to uncontrollably imagine a ferocious giant snake opening its smelly mouth and swallowing him in one gulp. Horrible scene...

Fortunately for him, the basilisk didn't seem to notice him. The rustling sound of crawling slowly faded away, and gradually disappeared after turning a corner.

Harry's face was filled with the joy of surviving the disaster. He tried to move his fingers, but his body was still stiff and heavy, and he could only float in the corridor without support, like a discarded balloon.

But after a while, a burst of rapid but steady footsteps sounded at the other end of the corridor, making Harry nervous again. Could it be that Peter Pettigrew is back?

He tried his best to turn his eyes and looked over. A dark figure was walking towards him in a hurry. The cloak swinging behind him made him look like a huge black bat. His sallow face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water. It's Professor Snape!

Harry became happy and tried to make a small sound. In the corridor, which was so silent that even the crackling sound of burning candles could be clearly heard, his voice made Snape stop in his tracks and turn his deep and hollow black eyes.

He frowned tightly, then walked over quickly and pulled off Harry's invisibility cloak. The two looked at each other, and Snape's gloomy expression relaxed, and then he looked at Harry's embarrassment unscrupulously, as if he wanted to cut him in half with his sharp eyes. Harry blinked hard at Snape, his emerald green eyes reflecting the dim light of the candle, looking happy and embarrassed.

"Your preferences are really... special, Potter." Snape waved his wand and said in a smooth voice.

Harry felt his whole body relax, the ropes that bound him disappeared, and his body regained its strength. Immediately afterwards, he felt a sense of weightlessness, and he fell to the ground with a "snap". He fell to pieces, and the gratitude in his heart was instantly thrown away.

"Where's Peter Pettigrew?" Snape almost guessed what happened. As he spoke the name, his upper lip curled up slightly with an expression of disgust.

At the mention of Peter Pettigrew, Harry instantly threw all other thoughts behind him and jumped up from the ground, his cheeks flushed with anger: "He ran away! He lied to me, to everyone! He He is a liar, a shameless betrayer, and a complete coward!"

"He was the one who betrayed my parents back then! Sirius Black was wronged and he was avenging my parents..." Harry's eyes turned red and he said excitedly, "I want to catch him! We can't let him He escaped..."

Snape was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashing with an indescribable look, and his whole figure turned into a silent sculpture.

"What happened?" he said in a low voice.

"tonight……"

While Harry was telling Snape the story of tonight, the basilisk had returned to Owen.

"Run away?" Owen closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his cheeks hidden under the mask.

"It turned into a mouse and burrowed into the hole..." The basilisk's hoarse voice was a little confused. Apparently it didn't understand how such a big and fragrant living person could become a little mouse that couldn't even fit between its teeth. It moved its body covered with gorgeous green scales slightly, and the tip of its flexible tail flicked.

Owen looked at the Marauder's Map, and then took the basilisk away from the area.

Well, although he really wanted to let the basilisk attack Voldemort, he would definitely look good on his face. Unfortunately, Voldemort was also the heir of Slytherin and a natural Parseltongue. Owen thought that the Basilisk might be the target of his rebellion and rebelled on the spot.

He took the basilisk and hid it in a remote place on the second floor. Although the basilisk has a huge body, it is easy to hide in the castle. There are many thick pipe openings on each floor of the castle. Even if these pipes cannot lead to the secret room, the basilisk can follow the water pipes extending in all directions to every part of the castle. This is how it has escaped tracking before.

Owen let the basilisk get into a drain, then leaned against the wall and stared at the Marauder's Map in his hand. He found a small black dot representing "Peter Pettigrew" somewhere in the wall on the first floor of the castle. It seemed that this guy was frightened and couldn't get out of the rat's nest.

He also saw the small black dot labeled "Neville Longbottom" walking back and forth in Myrtle's bathroom for a while, and then suddenly disappeared, apparently entering the secret room.

Owen raised the corners of his mouth in amusement, not knowing how Voldemort would feel after discovering that the basilisk was missing.

He still felt a little regretful. He had thought that Voldemort would hide the Horcrux Crown in the secret room. He also thought that he could find and destroy the crown tonight - the crown was obviously more powerful and difficult to deal with than the diary. Irving doesn't want to take advantage of him, so he might as well send him on his way early.

Although he likes to have fun, Irving has always been very determined to win the crown of causing trouble everywhere. In his opinion, Voldemort's resurrection may not be prevented, but it must not be now, because he is not strong enough yet and needs a safe and stable environment to grow. After you grow up, it’s time to do things.

The basilisk's huge head slowly stretched out from the pipe, and brought its scaly nose close to Owen's side. Its big yellow eyes stared directly at the little wizard who was facing it sideways, looking scary and dangerous. of beauty. It opened its ferocious mouth and made a soft sound: "Hungry..."

"Your last master didn't find food for you?" Owen narrowed his eyes.

"Not recently." The basilisk said after thinking for a moment.

"Tsk, I only let you kill people, but you don't give me anything to eat..." Voldemort was indeed a scumbag.

"I'll bring you something to eat when I come back to see you next time, okay?" Owen comforted him like a child.

"Okay." The voice was a little excited, and the huge head slowly retracted into the tube.

"Tsk, why is it so cute?" Owen continued to wait until the little black dot representing Neville appeared in the bathroom again, and then hurriedly left the second floor before letting the basilisk return to the secret room. Went in.

He glanced at Harry's position again, shook his head with a smile, and returned to the common room unhurriedly with the stone egg in his hand.

He sat back in his armchair, threw the stone egg wrapped in a white handkerchief at his feet, and lazily squinted his eyes to warm himself up to the fire, letting the warm light of the fire dissipate the dampness and coldness all over his body. Melete, who was so frightened that she jumped from his shoulder to his lap, glared at him with a resentful look in her golden eyes, and stepped heavily on Owen's thighs with her two front paws.

"Don't! It's ticklish..." Owen couldn't help laughing and held the little cat in his arms.

"Meow!" Melet looked at him with resentment. Are you allowed to scare me and prevent me from taking a small revenge?

Owen coaxed her patiently, with a relaxed smile on his lips.

"Why hasn't Harry come back yet?" Draco, who was playing wizard chess with Goyle, looked at the stone wall at the entrance to the lounge from time to time. He was a little worried but pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Could it fall into the hands of the heir?" Are you in?"

"You can't tell." Owen put on a worried expression.

"Then he is really unlucky..." Draco frowned slightly and lost the game absentmindedly.

Owen tilted his head and smiled, put the smoothed kitten Nizi on his lap, then took out the stone egg placed at his feet, casually cast several cleaning spells on it, and recited: "Clear water is as clear as water." Spring", wrapped it in water and washed it for a long time. Finally, he put a few drops of magic perfume on it, then placed his palm on the stone egg, looking up and down with curiosity and inquiry.

The stone egg in front of him was the size of his palm. The smooth black shell was slightly gray and had no lines. It looked very inconspicuous, as if it were polished with stone. He tried to detect it with several magic spells, but could not find any traces of magic on it. If it were not for the fact that it could block the penetration of the Black Devil Guard, Owen would just regard it as an ordinary stone.

According to what the basilisk said, Slytherin brought back the dead egg of an unknown creature from nowhere. After studying it for a while, he failed to get any results, but he still placed it in his secret room. Later, the basilisk became hungry and swallowed it, and the egg became petrified. From then on, it was thrown into the basilisk's lair. Voldemort didn't even notice it, so he kept it.

"Tsk, what is it?" Owen put the egg in his hand and tossed it up and down. It was quite heavy. He didn't think an egg could be of any use, but as an ideal and wise wizard, he always had a strong curiosity about mysterious and weird things.

He placed the egg on the table, then closed his eyes and entered the wall space. Even Slytherin couldn't research something, and Owen didn't think he could be an exception, so he planned to copy a few stone eggs in the wall-facing space and smash them to see.

[It is detected that the target has magic power, which requires 1 connection point. 】

Looking at the white fog font that appeared in front of him, Owen raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his eyes became more interested. He has already figured out that in wall space only when copying living magical animals (including wizards) and magical books, connection points need to be consumed, while the corpses of magical animals, magic potions and most alchemy items are almost They are all non-consumable.

Owen believes that the former has the magic of life, self-will and soul, while the latter has the will and magic of the book author himself, which makes it unique.

From this aspect, this egg is very interesting. It either still has life or even a soul, or it is cast under a profound spell and retains a certain will... In short, it is extraordinary.

Owen glanced at his remaining connection points and copied the stone egg into the wall-facing space without hesitation. He copied a few more stone eggs in the space, lined them up in a row, then kicked one of them away, pointed at it with his wand and said: "Thunderbolt explosion!"

The stone egg was severely knocked into the air, and a deafening explosion sounded in the white mist space, but there was no echo. The fierce fire rose up, sweeping over with scorching temperature and violent impact, and was then blocked by the iron armor curse released by Owen.

When the fire went out, Owen, who had not even a hair out of place, dispersed the thick smoke and stared down at the stone egg lying on the ground. Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the stone egg. With a "click", the thin stone shell shattered to the ground, revealing an unscathed pure black egg.

"It seems that only the surface layer is petrified?" Owen squatted down and studied the new egg. The black eggshell feels slightly rough, like a real egg. He picked up the still warm egg and shook it, and it felt like it was solid.

After studying for a while, without any results, Owen once again used violent methods.

"Thunderbolt explosion!" In the fierce explosion, the black egg was thrown high and fell heavily, without even a scratch on the shell.

Owen's dark eyes flickered, and he used black magic without hesitation: "Thousands of Sharp Blades!" The bright white light blade hit the egg, causing it to roll twice.

"Penetrate!" The scorching light beam was reflected to the side and penetrated several bookshelves in succession.

"Fierce fire!" The scorching purple flame burned it restlessly, but it was useless. Owen couldn't even eat the hot baked eggs.

Owen tried many spells but failed to leave any trace on the egg. Half an hour later, he was sitting lazily in an armchair with his eyes closed and meditating. The black devil guard enthusiastically held the black egg, flew it up high and then dropped it heavily to the ground, as if playing with a rubber ball. Had a great time.

This is definitely not a real egg. No magical animal egg can be so strong.

"Wait, maybe it's not this way..." Owen thought casually, and suddenly sat upright, "Slytherin said this is a dead egg? Then should we find a way to replenish its vitality? ?”

He waved and asked the black devil guard to roll up the egg and bring it to him. Owen looked at it thoughtfully, and then involuntarily looked at the rabbit muse huddled in the corner. Muse seemed to be aware of it and jumped up, "swooshing" to the innermost part of the bookshelf with unprecedented flexibility, only one long drooping ear was exposed and trembling.

Owen smiled playfully, cut his finger without changing his expression, and pressed his bleeding finger against the black egg. Then...nothing changes. The blood slid down the eggshell, and red plum blossoms bloomed on the table.

"It doesn't seem like that?" Owen thought it could absorb life force like Tom's diary. He sucked the wound on his finger, his eyes covered with a thin layer of hazy black mist.

He dug out some of the potions that he usually copied from the large cabinet in the corner, and poured bottles of potions to treat injuries and replenish vitality on the eggs, but it had no effect.

"Looks like I guessed wrong." Owen finally opened a small drawer and took out a crystal clear and exquisite crystal bottle, which contained a potion as bright red as blood. This is an elixir configured using the magic stone.

The elixir of life can delay aging, and the reason is simply that it can replenish people's vitality, but this vitality does not seem to be used to treat injuries.

Owen understands it this way: the human body is like a bucket with a gap at the bottom. The water in the bucket is human life, which is losing along the gap every moment, and the elixir of life is just adding water to the bucket. But the longer a person lives, the larger the gap at the bottom of the bucket becomes, and the faster the water is lost, requiring more and more elixirs to replenish it. Until one day, the elixir cannot be replenished as quickly as the life is lost, and it loses its effect.

Owen made a copy of the crystal bottle in his hand, then unscrewed the bottle in his hand and poured the bright red potion on the egg.

Unexpectedly and reasonably, the blood-like potion did not slide down the eggshell, but penetrated into the eggshell very quickly. The dark eggshell seemed to be lit up with a dim light, flickering. Owen put his ear against the outside of the eggshell and heard a regular beating sound coming from the egg, which was a tiny heartbeat.

"Is this egg... alive?" Owen was really surprised this time. He shook the egg in his hand again. There was no feeling of egg liquid shaking, and the little life inside seemed to be mature.

He poured another bottle of elixir over the egg, but it was not absorbed like the last one. The glimmer of light on the eggshell gradually extinguished, but the heartbeat was still ringing regularly, and the creature inside had no intention of breaking out of the shell.

Owen wasted a long time, and the corners of his mouth twitched impatiently. He pulled out his wand and brutally ravaged the egg again, but still couldn't cause any damage to the egg.

Finally, he let out a fierce fire with malicious eyes. He would rather taste the taste of roasted eggs!

The evil and ominous purple flames burned the already dark egg, causing the eggshell to glow with a hazy light again. The light was burned by the fierce fire until layers of ripples appeared, but it never broke. After Owen stopped his hand a little tiredly, Heidan returned to his original appearance.

Owen tapped his fingers on the hot eggshell and thought of another possibility. The replica in the wall-facing space is not truly alive and does not have much biological instinct. This may be the reason why the experiment failed.

"Let's try it outside tomorrow." He thought with great interest, "I don't know what kind of creature it will be." He took stock of various magical animals one by one, but couldn't find one that met the requirements. Maybe it was created by ancient wizards. Creatures, like basilisks.

He rubbed his brows and left the space facing the wall.

Harry was back. This guy had been in a weird state of excitement. He was walking quickly around the lounge full of energy, but his face was solemn and heavy, as if he was going to a funeral.

But the vitality was only temporary. The next morning, he stared at a pair of dull, bloodshot panda eyes after not sleeping all night, and Colin Creevey captured the precious moment.

Not to mention the chaos that Peter Pettigrew's disappearance caused in the school, Owen couldn't wait to find a time to come to the Room of Requirement, and the stone egg was placed in front of him.

Following the steps in the wall-facing space, he first broke the stone shell, then poured a bottle of elixir brought from home, and then turned on a strong fire to bake eggs. Owen inexplicably felt like he was having a barbecue.

He blinked, took out a bottle of seasoning and put it aside. If the eggs were really cooked, he wouldn't mind trying to see if he could eat them.

The heartbeat inside the egg was small, weak but full of vitality. The whole egg began to shake violently. It was obvious that the little life inside was eager to break out of the shell. As it struggled violently, the light on the eggshell began to flash, looking more and more like a cover. The fierce fire representing destruction also burned the cover made of light on the outside, making it appear more fragile.

Only then did Owen realize that the light on the eggshell was actually a cage. It made the egg indestructible and the life in the egg unable to break out of the shell. At this time, the creatures in the egg were struggling and impacting vigorously, and the fierce fire outside the eggshell was also burning. Under the attack from the inside and outside, the cage had begun to shake.

The strong emotional fluctuations of the life in the egg were transmitted to Owen's heart. It was a desire to break out of the cocoon and welcome a new life, an indomitable and desperate determination, and an unsettling irritability and resentment. Although It's aimed at the cage in which it is imprisoned, but it also makes people feel creepy.

Owen squinted his eyes, mobilizing the strongest desire for destruction in his heart, making the fire more intense and hot, and his expression became a little scary, as if he was trying to crush the egg in front of him to ashes.

A subtle "click" sound was heard, a crack appeared on the eggshell, and the flickering light finally broke into dots of starlight and completely dissipated. A pointed black bird's beak pecked a hole in the egg shell and opened and closed it slightly.

Owen withdrew Li Huo and watched coldly as the eggshell shattered, revealing the little creature in the eggshell.

This is a palm-sized baby bird, its whole body is wrinkled, and it looks extremely ugly. But a pair of bright, ruby-like eyes had opened and were staring at Owen unblinkingly. It struggled in the eggshell for a while, then its slender claws struggled to support its body and stood up, stumbling over with steps that it didn't recognize its relatives.

"Tsk, a free-range chicken." Owen said with some disgust as he looked at the ugly little thing silently.