A ruined Hogwarts

"Owen, do you think Mr. Dumbledore has become a little strange?"

After returning to the common room, Harry assumed a thoughtful posture and said to him with a solemn expression.

"It's a bit weird indeed." Owen nodded seriously. Not just any weird one.

He took out the Marauder's Map from his pocket and looked at the small, still black dot in the principal's office. The name marked next to it was Dumbledore. But that guy is Dumbledore. I don't know what method the other party used to hide it from Hogwarts, so that the castle still recognized his identity as the principal. It must be a very clever disguise, and it is not surprising that he can deceive the Marauder's Map.

Having such a headmaster at Hogwarts always made him feel like his future was bleak. Well, maybe in the future, we can add a sentence to the introduction of Hogwarts: This is the place with the most Dark Lords in the world?

"The most important thing is, Dumbledore doesn't care about the heir's affairs? Does he want to leave this matter to me?" After waking up from the state of excitement that Dumbledore had placed high hopes on, Harry later found out. I suddenly came back to my senses. Is Dumbledore going to give up and put the safety of the students entirely on him?

Thinking of this, Harry felt something was wrong. Dumbledore shouldn't be so indifferent to the life and death of his students. At the same time, he felt the pressure doubled. If he couldn't handle this matter well, someone might really die. He is still a child, why should he shoulder such a heavy responsibility...

"Yes, and you promised him." Owen said with a half-smile that hurt his heart. The original Dumbledore probably arranged everything for Harry to reveal the truth step by step and finally uncover the crown. But obviously the new Dumbledore didn't want to take this path, but directly tore up the plan and planned to let Harry grow wild.

It has to be said that both education methods have their own advantages and disadvantages. The original arrangement allowed Harry to grow into what Dumbledore wanted in a step-by-step manner, which would make it less likely to grow crooked, but his future achievements might be limited. The free-range education may hone a great wizard with a strong heart and magic power, or it may destroy the person halfway.

Owen looked at Harry with pity, but when he thought about his current situation, he felt a little sympathetic. They are all being targeted, they are nothing more than brothers in distress.

Harry sat there with glazed eyes, as if he had lost his soul. After a long time, he said in a light voice: "Owen, what do you think I should do?"

"Don't casually promise things you can't do, but since you have taken on this task, you can't rely on it. You can only use all the possible help you can think of and go all out to get this thing done. ." Owen smiled meaningfully, "Didn't he say that? Don't let him down. If he is disappointed with you, he will fall out..."

"No...it can't be right? Dumbledore is not that kind of person!" Harry retorted instinctively, "This must be Dumbledore's test for me. He will not ignore the students in the school, right?"

"Maybe, but people change." Owen smiled. What's more, the person is no longer the same person. If nothing else, the current Dumbledore should be called Grindelwald.

He couldn't help but start to lose focus. He originally thought that Grindelwald was released after reaching a consensus with Dumbledore through negotiation. After all, the two were good friends, and it seemed normal for Dumbledore to ask him for help before his death.

But judging from what the other party did after becoming Dumbledore, he obviously had his own purpose. This is a character much more dangerous than Voldemort. Even though he has been imprisoned for decades and has shown remorse, who can know whether he is really willing to do so? As the person who knows and fears him the most, would Dumbledore really choose to let him dress up as himself, inherit his status and reputation in the world, and even hand over the Deathly Hallows to him?

Even if he makes an unbreakable oath, it is impossible to take into account every aspect, there are always loopholes to exploit... If Owen were Dumbledore, he really wouldn't dare to make such a decision.

"So, this guy didn't run out on his own, right? That thing is... so interesting." Owen had already figured out that Grindelwald suddenly burst out and pushed the weak Dumbledore to the ground. He snatched the Deathly Hallows from his hand, then dressed as Dumbledore and swaggered away from Nurmengard.

"Owen, let's..." Harry, who had frowned and thought for a while, suddenly looked at him expectantly.

"Please complete your homework on your own." Before he could finish his words, Owen crushed his attempt with a cold face, "You are the prophesied savior, Harry, I am just an ordinary passerby."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and sank into the space facing the wall to study the advancement of the magic spell. Recently, he has been thinking about enhancing the power of the basic duel spells. Currently, there are two main advancement directions, one is how to break through the defense of the armor spell, and the other is how to deal with rough-skinned magical animals such as basilisk. He has made some progress, but there are still many hurdles to overcome.

Well, I'll ask my dear principal next time. Since the other party said he would answer his questions, then he should squeeze out the maximum value.

Harry stared blankly at Owen, who seemed to have fallen asleep instantly, for a long time, and then pulled his hair with a frown on his face and thought of various solutions. By the way, why can Owen fall asleep instantly? No, why does he get such good grades despite sleeping all day? Harry looked at the pile of homework he had not yet started to write, and for the first time he felt the malice from the world.

…

In the new semester, the students of Hogwarts found that their principal was no longer as elusive as before. Although he is still busy and rarely appears outside the auditorium, he always takes two days every week to enjoy dinner in the auditorium with all the teachers and students of the school.

It is said that he has recently begun to actively participate in the affairs of the International Confederation of Wizards, and even intervened in the decision-making of the Ministry of Magic. It seems that he wants to make his almost nominal chairman become more famous.

After an ordinary dinner, the principal stood up and announced the decision to hold a duel competition in Hogwarts, which attracted cheers of excitement and anticipation from the students. He used extremely inflammatory words to tell everyone that there are hidden dangers in Hogwarts and that the entire wizarding world has never been very safe. Only by making oneself stronger can one calmly deal with future crises and avoid facing danger. Time can only be at the mercy of others...

The students were talking enthusiastically, and everyone was eager to try and sign up for the competition immediately. Even the younger wizards who had not learned duel magic could not restrain their excitement.

However, the next words of the principal poured cold water on the students: "In the next period of time, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart will improve your dueling skills in his class..."

Half of the students in the auditorium were screaming and applauding, those were Lockhart fans, while the other half booed, their enthusiasm instantly extinguished.

The principal who had just finished speaking was confused for a moment by the students' reaction. He obviously did not expect that his speech would receive such a reaction. After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly looked at Lockhart aside, watching with a heavy gaze as he waved happily to the students. His eyes slowly narrowed, and he sat back after a long time.

Owen didn't care much about the duel competition. He observed the expressions of the professors with interest. It seems that the principal's performance was quite successful. Even if there were some changes, they were not too outrageous and did not arouse too much suspicion. Probably only Professor Snape, who was well aware of Dumbledore's physical condition, looked on with a gloomy face, but he had always been like this, and everyone was not surprised.

Harry didn't care about the duel competition. He had been worried recently and felt a little depressed. He found that Dumbledore seemed to really not interfere with Voldemort's affairs. He had told Dumbledore about the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk before, but the other party just let him deal with it by himself...

He thought Hogwarts was going to end.

After the dinner, Owen followed the guidance of the Marauder's Map and carried Melete to a wall on the first floor. He glanced deeply at this ordinary wall, with a strange smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Melete." He put the catnives lying in his arms on the ground and winked at her.

Melete raised her head and narrowed her eyes mischievously at him, rubbed the back of his calf affectionately, then jumped out against the wall with light steps, and finally got into a nearby utility room. Stopped next to a dirty, narrow corner. There is a hidden mouse hole there.

Owen flicked his free left hand, and a bottle of light red potion appeared in his palm. He pulled out the wooden stopper blocking the mouth of the bottle, and a faint red smoke came out of the bottle. The strong and choking smell made Owen and Melete sneeze at the same time.

This is a potion that can produce choking smoke, which is harmless to humans, but too high a concentration of smoke can cause suffocation.

Owen frowned and guided the smoke with the tip of his wand, then pointed at the mouse hole in the corner. Large streams of red smoke surged out of the potion bottle, spiraling into the mouse hole in a line without leaking even a ray in the room.

The potion in the potion bottle was getting less and less, and the smoke penetrated completely along the mouse hole like a long snake. Owen opened the Marauder's Map and saw the small black dot marked Peter Pettigrew moving quickly inside the wall.

Owen followed silently, and Melete took the lead, running ahead like a nimble little leopard. At the end of the corridor, they saw thick red smoke pouring out of another mouse hole hidden in the corner. One mouse after another scrambled to squeeze out of the hole, running dizzy in the corridor. .

Melet's golden eyes stared sharply at the group of little mice. When she saw one of them, a fat and bald mouse, she rushed over and pinned it to the ground with one paw.

"Squeak!" The mouse that was held down struggled wildly, screamed in terror, and turned around to bite her paw.

Melete let go of it slightly, then slapped the mouse's head with her front paws, knocking it unconscious, and then stretched out her other paw to hold it down. She tilted her head slightly and stared at the mouse under her paws with interest, as if she had gotten a very fun toy.

"Okay, Melete, stop playing." Owen stopped him with a smile. He looked down at the trembling rat. It seemed to have lost its ability to resist, but its small eyes were moving restlessly.

Owen pointed his wand at it, smiled happily and said softly: "The soul leaves the body."

The rat's trembling body calmed down instantly, and its eyes that were wandering around became calm. Under Owen's command, it began to transform. The mouse's head turned into the head of a bald man, and its limbs quickly became thicker and elongated...

Melete arched her body and jumped to the side, shook her paws in disgust, and came to Owen's feet with elegant cat steps. She watched curiously as the funny fat mouse turned into a chubby short man. Hey, that's weird. Can a human be transformed into a mouse? So what happened to Owen?

Peter Pettigrew stood respectfully where the mouse had just been, with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, quietly waiting for Owen's order.

"Sure enough, the Imperius Curse works better..." Owen muttered in a low voice, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly. His next plan needed to use Peter Pettigrew, and he was too lazy to talk to this guy, so he might as well just use the Imperius Curse.

"Give me a hair of yours," he ordered.

Peter Pettigrew did not hesitate to pull a strand of hair from the top of his head, not caring that the top of his head was becoming bald. Owen looked at the gray and greasy hair with disgust, took out a bottle of magic potion from his pocket, and asked the other party to throw the hair in.

The dark, viscous potion gurgled as if it was boiling, foaming vigorously, and finally turned into a gray-black color like mouse fur. This is a bottle of Polyjuice Potion.

"Here." Owen handed the Polyjuice Potion to Peter Pettigrew.

He raised the corners of his mouth with interest and said playfully: "How do you want to thank me, Professor Peter? In order for you to obtain a convenient identity so that you can continue to serve the Dark Lord, I have good intentions."

…

The hour hand slowly pointed to nine o'clock in the evening. Gilderoy Lockhart was sitting in his office, signing his name on a stack of photos. In the photo, he grinned at him, showing bright white teeth.

"Bang bang bang..." The office door was suddenly knocked.

He rubbed his eyes and looked up at the time, wondering who would come to him at this time.

"Please come in." He adjusted the expression on his face and showed what he thought was the most charming smile.

The door was opened, and a short, dirty man stood outside. He walked in silently and closed the door behind him.

"Peter, you're back! Oh, I thought something happened to you. You don't know how worried I am..." Lockhart stood up with a sudden movement and wiped the non-existent tears from his eyes with excitement. In fact, he had never been very fond of Peter Pettigrew, and his status as a first-class Medal of Merlin winner made him extremely jealous, but he was willing to have a good relationship with him.

He soon realized that this was an excellent opportunity for him. Peter Pettigrew, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly appeared in front of him. He could make everyone believe that he had found Peter and saved the other person's life... In this way, he You can save part of your reputation.

Thinking of this, the expression on Lockhart's face became even more warm and affectionate, so much so that he completely failed to notice the wand held in Peter Pettigrew's hand.

"Collapsed." Before he could react, a stun spell hit him. He lost consciousness instantly.

Peter Pettigrew walked up to him with a gloomy expression, picked up a pair of scissors on the desk, and cut Lockhart's wavy blond hair into pits. He gathered Lockhart's hair, then opened the other man's mouth and poured the bottle of Polyjuice Potion into it.

Lockhart, who was in a coma, looked uncomfortable, and his body seemed to be filled with countless scurrying little mice, rolling under his skin. His limbs shortened and thickened, his height became shorter, but his figure swelled, his bright hair lost its color, and he became bald - in just a short moment, he became exactly like Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew took off Lockhart's clothes, then took off his own dirty clothes and put them on Lockhart. He took out another bottle of Polyjuice Potion from his pocket, threw a piece of Lockhart's hair into it, and drank the potion that turned into fluorescent green with an expressionless expression.

He quickly transformed into Gilderoy Lockhart and put on his clothes. Then he carried Lockhart out of the office and walked along the dark corridor on the third floor.

At the same time, Owen wore silver flat glasses on his face, maintained the invisibility state of the Disillusionment Curse, and smiled as he watched the basilisk emerge from the water pipe at the entrance to the secret room.

"Follow my instructions." He climbed onto the basilisk's body, stroking the cold, smooth and hard scales, and hissed in his mouth.

The basilisk crawled along the corridor unhurriedly, passed silently through the long corridor, and climbed up the empty stairs to the third floor. A portrait of a unicorn hung above the staircase, tapping its hooves uneasily, staring down at them with its long-lashed black eyes.

Owen took out a pair of huge glasses with straps and put them on the basilisk's head. The glass lenses cast an indestructible spell were blocked in front of the basilisk's bulb-like eyes.

"I don't like it, it's uncomfortable..." the basilisk said hoarsely, shaking its head in rejection, trying to throw off the special glasses.

"Just wear it for a while, so you don't stare at people to death." Owen smiled and patted its head. Although Lockhart is annoying, but the crime does not lead to death, right?

"This is my best ability..." Sensing some kind of disgust from Owen, the Basilisk said aggrievedly.

"I know, you are very powerful. But uncontrolled abilities can easily cause trouble." Owen comforted softly.

While they were talking, they came to a corridor deep on the third floor and saw "Gilderoy Lockhart" dragging "Peter Pettigrew" walking in front.

"Resuscitate quickly." After receiving Owen's instructions, "Lockhart" raised his wand and chanted a resuscitation spell, and then quickly flashed into the classroom next to him.

"Peter Pettigrew" slowly woke up from his coma and jumped up from the ground. He hissed and shook his painful head, cursed angrily, and then began to look around. As soon as he turned his head, he met the basilisk's yellow eyes as bright as lightbulbs.

A look of extreme horror appeared on his face, and he froze at this moment. He fell to the ground with a "bang" and turned into a gray-white stone statue, a stone statue with the face of Peter Pettigrew.

Owen told the basilisk to go back to the secret room, then jumped off it and entered the classroom next to it. Peter Pettigrew, who had become Lockhart, was waiting for him inside.

"Everything is forgotten." Owen pointed his wand at him, carefully weaving false memories for the other party. After a while, he took back his wand, quickly left the area, and then canceled the control of the Imperius Curse.

Peter Pettigrew, who was left in the classroom, opened his eyes in a daze. After being in a daze for a while, he finally remembered what he had done.

In order to continue serving the Dark Lord, he attacked Lockhart and used Polyjuice Potion to change into his appearance. Just when he was about to kill the opponent, he happened to spot a basilisk passing by. He had an idea and added his own hair to the polyjuice potion, drank it to Lockhart, and then made the opponent petrified...

In this way, Lockhart will remain that way during the petrification period, and people will only think that Peter Pettigrew has been petrified. Who would doubt that the current Lockhart is the real Peter Pettigrew?

Peter snickered, feeling that his idea was so smart.

He cautiously looked out of the corridor, walked briskly past the petrified figure, and entered Lockhart's office.