A ruined Hogwarts

"Gilderoy Lockhart... the damn peacock!"

After the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson after Peter Pettigrew's disappearance, amidst the chatter of Lockhart enthusiastically calling on everyone to buy his complete set of books, Draco said angrily: "I didn't think there was any guy. He would be even stupider than Quirrell. Today is really an eye-opener for me..."

Lockhart eventually became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Although he was only a substitute teacher, he happily took up the post after being deeply involved in public opinion recently. He urgently needed such an opportunity to clear himself.

In this class, he first asked the students to fill out a three-page questionnaire with the following questions:

"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?"

"When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?"

"What would be the ideal birthday present for Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Not only was Draco disgusted, but Owen was also becoming a little sluggish. Because after Lockhart took back the test paper, he began to talk passionately about his great achievements. Not only did he talk endlessly about the stories in his own book, he also asked Harry to play the werewolf and demonstrate to everyone how he subdued the werewolf. Owen, who was sitting next to Harry, also suffered a disaster. He was also pulled to the podium by Lockhart and asked to play the role of a poor girl being hunted by a werewolf...

Owen had a cold face throughout the whole process and could hardly suppress the murderous intention in his heart. Only Harry was absent-minded and almost knocked off Lockhart's shining front teeth with his elbow. He was still worried about Dumbledore's physical condition.

"To be honest, I miss Peter Pettigrew a little bit..." Draco's face turned dark. "Of course, we have to catch him and throw him into Azkaban. That's where he belongs."

"Actually, if it's a comedy show, you can at least have fun watching it." Blaise grinned happily and stuffed his camera deep into his pocket.

"I testify that Blaise took pictures of you during class." Daphne said with a smile, sticking out the tip of her tongue in a rare and naughty way.

"Oh, I admit it, I even took a photo of you secretly picking your nose." Blaise looked at her maliciously.

"Really? I'm quite curious." Daphne hugged her shoulders and said calmly, "Would you like to wash it out for everyone to observe?"

The corners of Blaise's mouth twitched. He had never photographed Daphne looking embarrassed. This girl seemed to have a dignified posture at all times. He rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, I've decided to brew some polyjuice potion in the future. Then there won't be anyone with a dark history that I can't photograph...then don't come begging me."

"Hit him!" Draco pointed at Blaise's triumphant face. Crabbe and Goyle rushed forward quickly, pressing Blaise against the wall with great skill, and scratched his itchy flesh with their big chubby hands. .

Owen looked at this lively and interesting scene and listened to Blaise's cry for mercy. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his terrible mood suddenly became better.

Nyx poked his ugly, bald head out of his pocket, glanced over there with disdain, then flapped his withered little wings and made a small chirping sound, conveying his hunger to Owen.

Owen, who felt the same way, stuffed a handful of herbs into his pocket with a sullen face, which finally made Nyx stop fussing. Although Nyx is a strange mutant, he likes to eat herbs just like other phoenixes. He also likes to eat fruits, which is easy to feed. But the newly born chick needs to be fed from time to time, and he always likes to convey the feeling of hunger to him, which makes him eat a lot more...

According to the experience he learned from Dumbledore, a new phoenix takes several years to grow, unlike a phoenix reborn from the ashes which only takes less than a year to mature. Irving just hopes that Knicks can fly before the end of his sophomore year, instead of being an ugly free-roaming chicken all the time.

He glanced at Trouble who was feasting in his pocket, twirling a coin deftly between his fingertips. If it weren't for the fact that Nyx disliked everyone except him and made trouble everywhere without him watching, he really wanted to give this guy to Hagrid to raise. I think Hagrid would be very happy...

"Chirp!" Nyx, who sensed Owen's thoughts, screamed dissatisfied and pecked Owen's waist through his robe, feeling that his skin was broken.

Owen pinched Nyx's beak and refused to let go no matter how hard he struggled. You must not be spoiled by a naughty child, otherwise he will still be so careless in the future. It wasn't until Nyx tearfully expressed that he would never do this again that he let go and threw some more of his favorite herbs into his pocket.

"Owen, what on earth is this bird?" Draco squinted his eyes and looked into his pocket. He just laughed at Nyx and said something ugly this morning, and the vindictive creature took the opportunity and pecked the tip of his toe. The big toe is still hurting to this day.

"Who knows." Owen smiled, "We'll see if we get better."

"I think it looks like a crow, but its neck is a bit long." Draco touched his chin and said, "It's also a bit bigger...a big bald crow with a long neck?"

Nyx paused while he was cooking. He poked his head out of his pocket and stared at him with his bright red eyes - this little yellow fur, he remembered it!

In Nyx's mind, the first person he wants to teach him a lesson when he grows up is Fox, and he will bully him as an adult, but when he grows up, he will bully Fox. However, before that, it would be nice to have a little yellow hair to bully.

Sensing Nyx's thoughts, Owen pushed its head back in a funny manner and returned to the common room with everyone.

While Draco and the others were playing Gobstone, Harry sat down next to Owen thoughtfully. After hesitating, he recounted what Dumbledore had said to him and what he had experienced last night.

"Such an important thing...you just said it like that?" Owen raised his eyebrows in surprise. He already knew this information and was mentally prepared for Dumbledore's situation. What he cared about was that Harry actually told him so carelessly?

"I only plan to tell you. Dumbledore said that I have to rely on myself to judge whether to tell others and who to tell these things..." Harry glanced at Draco and the others who were having a good time, and then looked at Owen Showing a trusting smile, "I believe you won't tell anyone nonsense... As for Draco, they are still too young."

Owen stared at him blankly, was silent for a while, pursed his lips and smiled: "You and I are not that old." This feeling of being trusted wholeheartedly by an idiot is quite good.

"Yeah, but I always feel that we are much more mature, right?" Harry sighed old-fashionedly, "Maybe this is what the book says, after more experiences, the soul will become vicissitudes of life."

"I don't think I've experienced any vicissitudes at all." Owen twitched the corner of his mouth strangely. Nyx waddled across the table in front of him with a step that he didn't recognize, and he didn't look like an ordinary eye-catcher.

"Okay, let's not talk about this topic anymore." Harry rubbed his hands and said mischievously, "Look, I told you everything I know. Can you tell me the information you investigated? Tell me?"

"So you were thinking of this..." Owen looked at him thoughtfully.

Harry coughed slightly, pushed up his glasses, and then gave him a bared smile. He knew that Owen had always been smart and careful, and could always notice clues that others could not see, and make correct inferences. He was the one who reminded him about Peter Pettigrew... He knew Owen's character and felt that he must have something. A lot of information was held back and not revealed.

"I just hope... that when you discover something related to me in the future, you can tell me about it and take me to investigate with you." He said a little uncomfortably, his fingers unconsciously digging at the armrests of the chair. , "For example, about Voldemort... you see, the prophecies say that he and I are mortal enemies, right? I will try my best not to hold you back, and I should be able to be of some help."

Nyx ran over staggeringly, opened and closed his bright black beak, and mocked Harry with a look of disdain.

Harry slapped it down on the table, picked up a glass bottle, stuck it in, and placed a heavy book on top.

Nyx knocked the glass bottle angrily and shook it, his red eyes flashing with malice. It has decided that from now on this chicken coop will be its second most hated guy!

"How's it going?" Harry looked at Owen again, his eyes expectant and nervous.

Owen watched with a smile as Nyx jumped up and down in the bottle, indifferent to its pitiful pleas for help. Then he turned his gaze to Harry, and the light in his eyes became dim and unpredictable. He held his chin in his hand and said softly: "That means I may open some of my secrets to you, and then... you may not be able to accept it."

"What can't I accept?" Harry said confused. He couldn't help but shiver, and Owen's cold gaze made him feel cold. He instantly recalled the fear of being dominated by Owen's bad taste.

"Some... secrets that will probably separate us from now on." Owen said with a half-smile. His expression looked strange and unpredictable under the green light of the lounge.

Harry sat up straight and said seriously: "As long as you don't do anything to betray or hurt me, how could we part ways? Have you ever done that?"

Owen thought about it carefully and said, "No."

"So do you want to do it?"

"No." Owen shook his head.

"That's fine." Harry raised his hand and patted his shoulder, looking carefree and calm to comfort his little brother, "Why do you think so much about what you have and what you don't have?"

The smile on Owen's lips became more and more obvious, and he turned to look at the flames burning in the fireplace. He does want to use the world as a stage to do big things in the future, but essentially he still wants to bring about some good changes. After all, he once loved this world in books and has some people who care about it. He doesn't I hope the world becomes a mess.

"Well, I think we need a slogan. After all, you are the legendary savior." He pondered for a moment and said with a smile, "For a brighter future?"

"You agreed to take me?" Harry said excitedly, putting aside the embarrassment caused by the title "Savior".

"But I have a request," Owen said slowly, "You must learn Occlumency."

"That magic to deal with Legilimency?" Harry thought for a while before he could barely remember the description in a book that Dumbledore asked him to read. "Okay, I'll start learning it right away!"

"There's no rush now." Owen narrowed his eyes and smiled. He took out the cup from Nicks, who was screaming more and more miserably, and kneaded it in his hands like a stress ball. "Because there is something more important. thing……"

He gave it up a bit and then said: "I may have found Slytherin's secret room."

"What?" Harry stood up suddenly.

"If you keep babbling like this, I won't take you with me anymore." Owen became disgusted.

Harry immediately sat down obediently, his beautiful emerald green eyes widened, looking at him eagerly, with a bit of resentment in his expression. To think that we are only talking about such an important thing now...

"I only got some clues two days ago, so I'm not sure yet." Owen said confidently, "Do you want to come with me to explore?"

"Okay." Harry said, then hesitated, "Should I tell the professors?"

"I haven't determined whether it is, and that place...the location is a bit awkward." Owen showed an embarrassed expression, and a faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

Harry blinked and said crisply: "Then I'll go and see with you! How about going now?" His expression was a little excited.

"Okay." Owen stuffed Nyx into his pocket, put Melete lying on his lap on the armchair beside him, and then returned to the dormitory and picked up his black suitcase. After the summer vacation, he changed to a box with more space, which contained several Acromantulas he had caught in the Forbidden Forest for research a few days ago... Well, let's use the waste as food for the basilisk.

They left the common room together, Owen cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself, and Harry put on his Invisibility Cloak. The two walked out of the damp and cold dungeon like thieves and followed the stairs to the second floor.

"Around here?" Harry felt more and more familiar.

"Peter Pettigrew brought you here the day he attacked you." Owen said softly, with very light steps. "I guess, since he was working for Voldemort, he might have wanted to send you away that night. To the secret room. So I have been searching nearby for the past two days and finally found clues."

"Why didn't I think of that!" Harry sighed in annoyance. Getting along with Owen always made him feel stupid from time to time. But he was glad that Owen finally called Voldemort by his first name, a discovery that put a spring in his step.

"This way..." Owen said in a low voice, pulling Harry into the bathroom. He heard Moaning Myrtle gurgling gloomily in the toilet stall at the end.

"Girls' bathroom?" Harry whispered, feeling uncomfortable. He finally understood why Owen didn't want to tell the professor about it easily.

Owen took Harry to find the copper faucet with a small snake engraved on it: "Try using Parseltongue?"

"Don't you know how to say it?" Harry stared at the little snake next to the copper faucet and said "open" in Parseltongue.

The pool sank, exposing a thick pipe opening to them. Harry walked around the entrance excitedly and nervously, suppressing his excitement and asked, "Want to go down and have a look?"

"First check if there are any traps inside." Owen opened his suitcase and used the puppet spell to control a big spider to jump out and stagger into the pipe.

"You keep spiders in the box?" Harry's expression froze. If he remembered correctly, this box seemed to have been placed in their dormitory, right? Since he was almost bitten to death by a poisonous spider last semester, he has had a psychological shadow on spiders.

"Ah, experimental materials." Owen closed his eyes and concentrated on controlling the spider to slide down the pipe. After following the passage to the end, he opened his eyes. "There is nothing wrong down there. Let's go in and have a look."

He took out some anti-basilisk glasses from his pocket and put them on, cast an indestructible spell on Harry's glasses, and then waved his wand gracefully, transforming into a soft and strong leather raft. He lay on it and slid down the slippery twisting pipe, and finally rushed out from the end of the pipe and landed on the wet ground.

Owen climbed up from the raft, his robe not stained at all. He had just smoothed his hair when Harry rushed out of the pipe with a "whoosh" and landed on the ground with his arms stretched out.

They followed the passage through the stone door at the end and came to the room with the huge Slytherin statue. On the stone pillars surrounded by giant snakes on both sides of the room, the emeralds embedded in the snake's eyes glowed faintly, peering at the two little wizards as if they were alive. The statue has an old and thin face, with a long sparse beard that hangs down to the hem of the wizard's robe, and looks solemn and gloomy.

"Is there no road ahead?" Harry raised the wand in his hand, and the bright light dispelled the darkness around him. "The basilisk doesn't seem to be here... but this must be the basilisk's lair. Think about the snake skin just now Go!" His dry voice echoed one after another in the empty room, making him feel nervous.

"But why isn't the basilisk here?" Owen's clear and calm voice sounded. It sounded pleasant but also hollow, which made people feel uneasy. "I think there must be room here."

"Look! There are words here!" Harry stood in front of the Slytherin statue that was as high as the ceiling of the room, pointing to the base of the statue and shouted. The huge face of the Slytherin statue seemed to stare at the two in silence.

Owen glanced at the base of the statue, which was carved with crooked snake-like patterns, which looked like decorative patterns.

"Is this snake text?" he said with interest. Parseltongue not only includes snake language, but also snake script. Of course, Tom did not teach him to recognize snake script.

"Huh?" Harry responded blankly, and then belatedly realized that the writing in front of him was not the letters he was familiar with, but a very strange and unfamiliar writing that he could recognize.

"What does it say?" Owen raised the corners of his mouth playfully.

"Speak to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the Hogwarts Four," said Harry.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the huge face of the stone sculpture moved, and its mouth opened into a huge black hole, and a rustling crawling sound came from inside.

"Run...run! The basilisk is coming!" The hair on Harry's body stood up, and the fear of being chased by the basilisk came over him again. He quickly closed his eyes, grabbed Owen's wrist, turned around and ran away. As a result, he crashed into the dark wall of the secret room and sat down on the ground.

Owen stopped in time and lowered his eyes.

"Here we come...the two heirs..." the hoarse whisper of the basilisk echoed in the long room, "I am willing to accept your command...what are your orders?"

"Oh, it looks like we don't have to run anymore, Harry." Owen chuckled.

"What heir?" Harry was speechless and instinctively retorted, "I'm not an heir!"

"You are!" said the basilisk. It looked at Harry with its big yellow eyes in great confusion for a while, then looked eagerly at Owen, who was facing it sideways, and said expectantly: "Hungry...food!"

Owen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that the basilisk recognized him. Last time, he hid his face, voice and even smell throughout the whole process. It seems that the basilisk has a unique ability to identify people.

He opened his suitcase and drove out several sickly Acromantulas inside. As soon as they climbed out of the suitcase, the spiders let out a piercing scream and collapsed on the ground in extreme panic, unable to move.

"Spider...delicious spider..." The basilisk's voice was full of greed and pleasure. It swallowed the big spider into its stomach one by one, stretched out its forked tongue and licked its nose with unfinished content, and had a better impression of Owen.

"Still hungry..."

"Be good, I'll bring you food next time." Owen comforted.

"Is there... a next time?" Harry finally got up and pressed his back against the wall, stammering.

"Don't be afraid, you are the heir." Owen said in a playful manner, "Having mastered this secret room, we might be able to catch that guy... You see, the basilisk is actually very obedient, right?"

"Yes." The basilisk replied.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Harry felt that the direction of things was a bit outrageous.

"Become the heir of Slytherin, Harry!" Owen announced happily.

Harry looked confused. How could he, an innocent student, become the heir?

Owen tricked me!