A ruined Hogwarts

The morning sun has a faint golden color, and the ceiling of the auditorium reflects the cloudless blue sky outside. The weather is starting to get warmer and the snow outside is melting.

Owls of various colors were biting envelopes or grabbing packages, flying into the auditorium through the open windows and handing things over to their owners, their feathers flying all over the sky.

Draco held up today's "Daily Prophet" and commented slowly:

"The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, paid a friendly visit to Gringotts? Let me tell you, what does he want? Even if he raised those greedy and cunning goblins as his biological father, they would not give him money..."

"The Department for the Misuse of Magical Items has intercepted a batch of toilets that can turn feces into delicious food? I don't know, who came up with such a stupid and wonderful idea? I think the Ministry of Magic should award the inventor the Best Creation Award Invention Award… ha, best of the year!”

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries treated several wizards who had their legs transplanted into their nostrils? How could such a trivial matter be published in the Daily Prophet? Well, if the editors of the newspaper even dreamed of telling a cold story If a joke makes people laugh, they do..."

Owen smiled and listened to Draco's merciless comments, and his mood became much brighter. Harry also temporarily forgot the worries and troubles plaguing him, and suppressed laughter until his face turned red.

"Draco, I think you will be the best critic!" Pansy Parkinson praised with a blush. Such a handsome, intelligent and humorous boy is so charming.

"Of course." Draco was so praised that his tail was raised to the sky, and his chin was raised high.

"I think being a critic is a high-risk profession for you." Blaise poured cold water on him with a playful smile, "You will be beaten to death..."

"Don't say that, Blaise." Daphne glanced at him with a sweet smile, "Don't worry, Draco, you'll be beaten a few times at most, and then you can learn to speak human language..."

"You..." Draco's face dropped, and he glared at the group of guys who were teasing him with his gray eyes.

Before he could finish speaking, the entrance to the auditorium became noisy. A group of people ran outside noisily, with faces showing some fear and some curiosity.

"What happened?" Blaise asked as he pulled a senior student running past.

"I heard that there was another attack last night!" The man said excitedly, and then left quickly.

Harry jumped up all of a sudden, his expression extremely ugly. Did Voldemort order the basilisk to attack people again?

He clearly has the location of the secret room. If he had not delayed, but had dealt with the basilisk problem early, would this attack not have happened? The overwhelming feeling of guilt made his insides seem to twist together.

He looked at Owen with a sad face, but was annoyed to find that the old man was drinking cereal on the ground, and slowly added some sugar and milk to it, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Facing Harry's glare, Owen blinked innocently: "Aren't you going to see who the person who was attacked is?"

Then Owen was dragged out to watch the fun.

Seeing Professor McGonagall frowning and sending the petrified Peter Pettigrew to the school hospital, Harry said in disbelief: "Peter Pettigrew? This is impossible!" He has been dreaming of catching Peter Pettigrew these days. , but I didn’t expect that seeing him again would be like this. But aren't Pettigrew and Voldemort the same person? Internal strife?

"Isn't it great? You don't have to bother catching him." Owen smiled lazily, "When he recovers from his petrified state, you can clear Sirius Black's wrongdoing."

"But...it will still be several months before the mandrake matures." Harry sighed. The thought of Sirius Black still suffering in Azkaban made him so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep well.

These days he has been thinking of ways to track down Peter Pettigrew. He had asked about the basilisk, persuaded Melete to help him catch mice, and even planned to use Parseltongue to question the snakes inside and outside the castle and the Forbidden Forest after the weather got warmer and the snakes woke up from hibernation.

"At least it's better than having no clues, isn't it?" Owen smiled and shook his head. Speaking of which, Natasha mentioned in his letter that Lupine once wanted to visit Black in Azkaban, but was rejected by the Ministry of Magic because of his identity as a werewolf. After working around for a while, Lupine finally settled down after receiving a letter - most likely a letter from Dumbledore.

Having said that, will Dumbledore really help clear Black's wrongdoing now? If he had stood idly by, Fudge would have refused to admit it. Owen thought calmly. Then he thought about it, Harry was not alone now, either Malfoy or Shafik would be willing to help him.

He looked at Harry, who was worrying about gains and losses, with a faint look in his eyes. This savior really has the appearance of the Dark Lord.

Harry felt an inexplicable chill. He suddenly looked at Owen. The experience of being tricked again and again made him instantly alert: "What are you thinking about again?"

"I was just thinking that you are a student that Dumbledore likes and values." Owen said with a smile, "Maybe you will inherit his mantle."

"How can I..." Speaking of this matter, Harry felt a little discouraged. Dumbledore is so wise and powerful, but he has not even learned the Disillusionment Curse. Perhaps only a smart person like Owen will not let him down.

"Speaking of which, Dumbledore has decided to tutor you alone. I think you are much more suitable than me." Harry was really happy for Owen, "Are you going to go there tonight?"

"Well..." Owen's face darkened. Although it was good to have someone to answer his doubts, he really didn't want to have too much contact with the most disloyal king in the wizarding world...

Seeing that class was about to begin, they hurried to the classroom, but the students were not in the mood for class, secretly whispering to each other about Peter Pettigrew. Professor Peter, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly returned in a petrified form, which caused a lot of speculation.

Most people believe that Peter Pettigrew was petrified on the day he disappeared and was only discovered until now. But there are also many people who believe that he discovered the secret of the heir, but accidentally fell into the hands of the heir and was secretly imprisoned. After finally finding a chance to escape, he was eventually killed by the heir...

The students vividly recounted how much Peter Pettigrew suffered, as if they had seen it with their own eyes. Several emotional girls wiped away tears. While they felt sad for Professor Peter, they also felt uneasy about the current situation of the school.

During lunch, a mood of depression and despair permeated the auditorium. The buzzing chatter in the auditorium disappeared in an instant, and the surrounding silence was so quiet that you could hear it. The little wizards stopped eating one after another and looked at each other with despair.

Owen accidentally fell into the trap and felt lifeless for a moment. He slumped in the chair like a salty fish, staring at the ceiling dully, so melancholy that he didn't want to move at all. Melete also lay on his lap with a depressed expression, her big ears drooped in despair, and her golden eyes became dim.

Harry pursed his lips and looked world-weary. After a while, he muttered in a hoarse voice: "What's the point of living? Why should I be born in this world?"

"Living is a punishment, and only death is eternal relief." Draco said this with a gloomy look.

Nyx, whose whole body was covered with black fluff, got out of Owen's pocket, curiously looked at the depressed people, and let out a sweet chirp from his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, its red eyes slyly turned in a circle, and it ran to Harry's schoolbag with steps that it didn't recognize, and accurately picked up his homework with its beak, spitting out a mouthful of black flames to burn it. It became a ball of black ash. Nyx made a proud "chirp" sound, then repeated his trick, ran over and burned Draco's homework.

The two parties involved turned a blind eye to what Nicks did, and they were still thinking about philosophical issues about life and death. What is the homework? Does that matter?

It turns out that homework is very important. After everyone recovered from the state of emotional infection, Harry and Draco, who had emerged from depression, held the ashes of their beloved homework with trembling hands, looking like they were about to cry, which they had worked so hard to write. Homework...

At this moment, they really wanted to die. Of course, before they died, they had to kill this nasty smelly bird!

"Nyx, I'm going to roast you!" Draco screamed in agony.

Harry had already grabbed it with a sullen face. After being laughed at by Nyx, he pulled out the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook from his bag without any expression and patted it at the free chicken.

The farce ended with Nicks being photographed so dizzy that he ran to Irving for help with tears in his eyes. Nyx jumped into Owen's pocket with tears in his eyes, then changed his face instantly and let out a crisp cry, with a triumphant defiance in his voice.

At this moment, Owen also wanted to crush this cheap bird to death.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon felt refreshing. Their Professor Lockhart walked into the classroom with a smile on his face and announced that he would teach everyone some magic for dueling in class from now on. The smile on his face was a little stiff, and his posture was a little unnatural, but his teeth were still gleaming white.

In the following time, he explained the techniques of using the disarming spell, and called Harry to the podium to demonstrate several times. Although he spoke in a precise manner and even made a few awkward jokes during the silence, there was finally no endless drama performance. The young wizards were delighted with Lockhart's transformation and actively practiced the newly learned spells.

"Why did Lockhart change his temper?" Draco waved his wand perfunctorily. He had learned the disarming charm long ago.

"Isn't this great?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Although Lockhart still didn't let him go, demonstrating the spell was much better than playing the clown.

"It's really a right decision for the school to hold a duel competition." Daphne said briskly. "At least it made Professor Lockhart change his teaching methods, right?"

Owen nodded, twirling the wand in his hand with a smile, and looked at "Professor Lockhart" walking around the classroom with his hands behind his back. This guy failed in his disguise. If he hadn't chosen this moment to legitimately change the teaching content, he would definitely have exposed his secret.

Lockhart turned his head and looked over. Owen blinked his left eye meaningfully at him before looking back.

After dinner, Owen took his notebook and walked slowly to the door of the principal's office.

"Password." The stone monster at the door said in a low voice.

"Butterbeer," Owen said. This guy really likes butterbeer.

The stone monster jumped to the side, and Owen climbed up the spiral staircase and entered the principal's office.

In just one week, this room has changed. The number of strange and whirling silver baubles has not decreased, but they have been neatly placed in categories, and they no longer look as disorganized as before. The sundries placed on the shelves have also been neatly arranged. The whole room is still beautiful and interesting, but it has a simple, elegant and orderly aesthetic.

The old man with long white hair and white beard was writing something with his head down. At this time, he was completely different from the one he saw in front of the teachers and students in the school. He wore a slim-fitting black robe with silver buttons, and his long hair and beard were neatly trimmed. Even when he was writing with his head down, his back was straight, giving him an elegant and self-possessed air.

Isn’t this even pretending? Owen's eyebrows moved, and he kept a calm and natural expression and said: "Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore."

"You're here, Owen." After finishing writing a line of words, Dumbledore inserted the quill into the ink bottle and then looked up. His light blue eyes were wise and sharp, with a look. Impenetrable depth.

"Sit down." After staring at Owen for a while, he pointed to the high-backed chair opposite the table and said softly. Although his tone was gentle, there was always an undeniable tone.

After Owen sat down, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a steady and gentle voice: "Don't be nervous, I said I will answer your questions, but I don't want you to waste our precious time with some stupid questions. . I am very optimistic about you, Owen, and I believe you will not let me down."

"It's really... flattering that you would think so favorably of me." Owen said with a warm smile.

Dumbledore gently rubbed the black gemstone ring on his hand and looked at him calmly, obviously not intending to chat. Owen put an end to the nonsense in a good-natured manner and brought up the problems he encountered while studying the advancement of magic spells.

"Advanced basic dueling spell?" After listening to Owen's question, Dumbledore finally showed a satisfied smile. He said slowly: "The direction you chose is very good. These most commonly used magic spells often have endless potential..."

"Your two research directions, breaking the Iron Armor Curse and dealing with dangerous magical animals, are essentially the same problem. The resistance of magical animals to magic mainly relies on their fur scales, which is not much different from the defense mechanism of the Iron Armor Curse. ."

"The advancement of a spell is to add new magic principles to the original spell, or to reorganize it with other spells. This is essentially the same, it is nothing more than giving the original spell new abilities."

"To achieve your goal, there are two ways to choose." He glanced at Owen, who looked like a good student. "One way is to continuously increase the power of the spell. When the power is strong enough, it can naturally break through the iron armor with violence. The defense of the curse can overcome the resistance of magical creatures."

"To increase the power of the spell, the simplest way to advance is to combine the principle of 'enhancement', such as the advanced super armor protection of armor protection. This is a shortcut, but I think you are not satisfied with this."

"In addition to the principle of 'enhancement', the advancement of magic spells often enriches the ability of the magic spell and improves the universality of the magic spell. However, the enhancement of power has become an additional product in this advancement process. It is difficult to Improvement. For example, another advancement direction of armor protection, all protection, so that the armor spell that can only protect one person can be used to protect a group of people or buildings, but the improvement in protection strength is not obvious..."

"If you want to take this path, you can only continue to try to combine it with more magic principles or other magic spells, and gradually increase the power of the magic spell with each advancement. This process will only become more and more complex and complicated. It’s difficult and takes a lot of time.”

Owen listened carefully and couldn't help but nodded slightly. In the process of research and experiments, he also vaguely came to a similar conclusion, but the other party's explanation was more concise, clear and to the point.

As expected of a powerful wizard who upgraded his armor protection into a gas stove, he has a thorough understanding of the advancement of magic spells. Owen stared at the other party eagerly. He was very greedy for the Grindelwald gas stove.

"Then what is the second way?" He slightly restrained the eagerness in his eyes.

The smile on Dumbledore's face deepened, and he said leisurely: "Do you know what magic is the most difficult to defend against?"

Owen's eyes flickered and he said slowly: "About the magic of the soul."

"Yes, soul. The Unforgivable Curse that is difficult to defend against is this type of magic." Dumbledore stared at him with a half-smile and said lightly, "The second way to advance is to find a way to make the curse have a target." Properties of the soul. This involves a magical principle that few people know about, the 'soul'..."

He explained the principle of magic concisely and analyzed it bit by bit in a simple and easy-to-understand way. In the process, he quoted a lot of information and it was fascinating.

Owen's eyes lit up. He opened his notebook and took notes consciously. He quickly filled up a large page.

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore said calmly: "But this road is extremely dangerous. Magic about the soul is always the most profound, mysterious and dangerous. The advancement of magic requires not only a deep knowledge base, but also a deep knowledge base. Experiments and improvements have been made time and time again, but the advancement direction of the soul is very difficult to control, and it is highly accidental. If you are not careful, it will leave lifelong damage that is difficult to heal, and it can easily cause death, or make your life worse than death."

"Therefore, countless outstanding wizards throughout the ages have not achieved much success on this road. Research on the soul field has always progressed slowly, or even stagnated for a long time... Even though many wizards understand that the soul field is The most mysterious and subtle treasure of magic, which may even hold the secret to everything.”

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a joking tone: "Obviously few wizards are willing to take this road of suicide." According to the other party, this road is simply a way to commit suicide, but for him who has the space to face the wall, may be most appropriate.

Thinking of this, Owen couldn't wait to enter the wall-facing space immediately and start studying soul magic.

"Of course, in addition to these two roads, there is a shortcut." Dumbledore looked at him deeply, "Use the power of emotions. No matter what magic it is, it can be significantly enhanced by extreme emotions... In fact, for For you now, this is the fastest and most appropriate path."

"I happen to have a lot of experience in this aspect..." He calmly talked about the technique of integrating emotions. Owen wrote it down carefully. Although he also had some experience in this aspect, only by learning with an open mind and learning from each other's strengths can we go faster and further.

After saying this, Dumbledore picked up the butterbeer at the table, took a sip, and said lightly: "I always believe that as long as it is useful to us, the use of any magic is blameless."

Owen blinked and responded with a bright smile.

After asking the remaining questions, he thanked him sincerely, and then left under the watch of the other party.

Thanks to Blue and White Town for the 200 starting coins~