A ruined Hogwarts

The space filled with mist is as quiet and peaceful as ever. This place has been divided into several areas reasonably. Although there are many things, they are organized in an orderly manner. It does not appear messy and crowded at all, but has a neat and elegant charm.

At one end of the space stood a dummy for practicing magic spells. Next to it was a circular target, a stone wall with triangular pyramidal grooves closely arranged, and some miscellaneous items used for practice and experiments. The surroundings were empty, leaving a large enough open area. On a small table in the corner was a revolver with strange patterns engraved on it.

This area used for practicing and experimenting with magic spells is separated by a high stone wall. The stone wall was solidly reinforced by Owen with an indestructible spell. There was a door opening on it, and the silver-white door leaf was tightly carved with delicate geometric patterns. Tightly closed.

On the other side of the wall is a room used for daily research and experiments, where some strange experimental equipment is placed. There are dials used to detect magic fluctuations, a modified looking glass, gold and silver vessels that puff out smoke of various colors, and a clock that flaps its wings and flies around. The dial is divided into different colors. Several areas of the rules…

In the last room, there are rows of antique black wood bookshelves. A wide variety of books are neatly arranged in categories. There is also a bookshelf stacked with labeled archives. These are all Owen’s own books. Archives of various studies conducted since admission.

At the end of the room are several large cabinets used to store medicines, potions, experimental materials, magic items, etc. Among them are some gadgets created by Owen, which are useless but interesting by-products of experiments. .

Owen's desk is located next to the bookshelf. There is a budding white rose in a crystal vase at the corner of the desk. A soft armchair stood beside the table, and on the other side there was a comfortable lounge chair for resting. There is a cute rabbit nest in the corner, and a palm-sized snow-white rabbit with red eyes is lying in it, eating green vegetables. A strange little white ghost was floating everywhere like a plastic bag blown by the wind.

At this time, Owen was sitting at the desk writing furiously, and lines of beautiful fonts flowed out from the tip of his pen. The top of the parchment under his hand was written in cursive letters: Advanced research on soul magic for the coma spell.

Several advanced plans were listed in the back, and sketches were also scrawled. Although we have a clear direction and can design a more reasonable plan with sufficient theoretical knowledge, experiments and corrections are indispensable.

Owen was still immersed in writing, occasionally erasing several lines and rewriting them. There were several pieces of parchment scattered on the table next to him, with messy research projects written on them.

On the piece of paper closest to him, it was written in bold cursive letters at the top: About methods to improve mental strength.

Several plans were written somewhat messily below, but most of them ended up being crossed out in red ink. Most of the methods of using black magic to enhance spiritual power are cruel and evil, and many are based on the torture and killing of other living beings. Owen is currently not inclined to this method, which may hide great hidden dangers. There were even those who tortured themselves to improve their mental strength, which he was grateful for.

So far, Irving has only left three directions. He only has a vague idea about two of them. The most feasible solution now does not belong to the category of black magic, and it is also the direction he has been researching during this time.

This method is explained at the bottom of the parchment:

There are many differences in the magic power between wizards and magical animals. If the magical characteristics of a certain magical animal are integrated into oneself, there is a high probability that the wizard's magic power will be greatly increased, ushering in a new magic riot. This is the magic fusion experiment.

It should be noted that due to the great repulsion between the magical qualities of different magical animals, each wizard can only perform this fusion once, with one magical animal.

Imperfect fusion will cause various uncomfortable sequelae, causing wizards to be influenced by magical animals, and they will be infected with the habits, temperament or weaknesses of magical animals, etc., and even cause part of the body to mutate into the form of magical animals. There have been wizards who have become crazy, violent, timid, etc. after completing magic fusion experiments. There have also been wizards who have become fond of dampness and cold, contracted pica, become photophobic, afraid of noise, etc. There are also people who have grown fangs, Scales or tails, even limbs and heads transform into animals...

Therefore, multiple experiments need to be conducted in the wall-facing space to improve the fusion plan. You should also be careful when choosing magical animals, and exclude species with weak magical powers and violent temperaments.

It is worth mentioning that this fusion of magic power will change the nature of magic power on a deeper level, and may even allow wizards to acquire some special abilities, which will be passed on to future generations along with blood relationships. Therefore, ancient wizards once called it blood fusion. experiment. This may be the origin of Parseltongue in the first place.

But essentially this experiment affected the magic power, and the bloodline was only affected secondaryly. Therefore, only some unique abilities can be passed down along the bloodline, and changes in magic power will not be passed on to future generations, nor will they affect future generations' magic fusion experiments.

At the end of these paragraphs, "Nix" was written in red pen, circled several times, and followed by a big question mark.

There is another piece of parchment placed next to this paper, with bold words written on it: Research on Ether.

There was also a large paragraph of text written on the paper, and several sketches were drawn on it. Some places were crossed out in large sections, and some places were blurred due to scribbling and alteration.

At the end there are a few concluding paragraphs:

If ether really exists, as a bridge between spirit and matter, it must connect our spirit, magic and even soul in some way that people have never understood. It gives wizards the power to make their wishes come true and allows spirit to affect reality. .

As a conceptual ideal existence, no wizard has ever been able to prove its existence. I tried to observe it from the perspective of "my". Do not rely on the outside world, only in your own spiritual world, use yourself as the container, use your own spiritual power as the filling, and use your will to build a cage. Close the spiritual world at the critical point when magic is released, try to capture the "ether" involved in this process, and let it interfere with and affect the spiritual power filled in the container. Perhaps you can observe the trajectory it leaves behind.

This method is inspired by the track detectors used to detect microscopic particle trajectories in Muggle physics experiments, but it is absolutely different in nature. This experiment requires an extremely complex spell, which involves the mixed use of multiple magical principles and is adjusted according to its own magical characteristics.

Because everything is based on one's own observations in the spiritual world, the results obtained from the experiment may be difficult to confirm in the outside world, and are destined not to be recognized by the wizarding world. But the charm of magic lies in tireless exploration, even if it fails, it is fascinating.

This experiment is dangerous and cannot be performed in the real world.

There is also a stack of thick parchment on the other side of the desk. The top paper has an eye-catching title: Research on Blood Curse.

A blood curse is a curse that is passed down along the bloodline, such as the blood curse orc Nagini and the curse of the Greengrass family.

Blood curses are extremely difficult to break and extremely difficult to cast. They are one of the most advanced types of curses.

Blood Curse: Blood of Decay. The curse of decay rooted in the blood causes the vitality to slowly decay and wither along with the blood. The body of the cursed person will continue to weaken until he dies of weakness. This process will be measured in years and is a long-term torture. The Greengrass family's blood curse is most likely of the same type.

At the back, I write down some techniques and experiences, as well as some vague inspirations that have not been studied in depth.

There was a piece of blank parchment lying next to it, with just a few lines written on it: Research on the Marauder's Map.

The magic principles involved in the Marauder's Map itself are not profound. In addition to the hidden spell that conceals its true content, the most important thing is the use of a special tracking spell. Its main function is to display all the information within the map. Character's location and real name. This tracking spell should be a secret inheritance of an ancient wizard family, an advanced spell based on the tracking spell.

If you want to hide your whereabouts from being detected by the Marauder's Map, you only need to recite the anti-tracking spell to yourself. However, the anti-tracking spell has a limited duration, so it is best to create relevant magic items to shield it.

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Owen finally changed his soul spell advanced plan. He inserted the quill in his hand into the ink bottle and stretched out. He read it carefully again, sorted the scattered manuscripts on the table and placed them on his left hand side, and then eagerly got into the spell practice room.

Pulling out his wand and pointing it at the practice dummy, he first carefully recited the Iron Armor Charm to himself, and then said with a smile: "Collapse!" The tone and pause of his recitation of the spell changed, making the spell It became difficult and weird, and the wand shook very quickly.

There was a loud "bang", and Owen was knocked back a few steps by the impact, and the smile on his face could not be held back. He looked at the exploding wand in his hand and his face darkened.

He finally understood how dangerous the advanced direction of Soul Curse was. He exploded the wand in his first experiment. This was a crazy path to death.

The destroyed wand in Owen's hand turned into white mist and disappeared. With a flick of his fingers, an identical wand appeared out of thin air in his hand. Facing the dummy in front of him, he chanted again: "Collapse!" The tone and gestures of the mantra were adjusted again.

This time, a beam of extremely dazzling red light suddenly burst out, causing him to close his eyes in pain, and two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed from his eyes. The bright red blood dripped down his pale and delicate cheeks, fell on the ground covered with white mist, and melted into it silently.

Owen quickly entered and exited the wall-facing space, refreshed his status, and continued his experiments.

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The atmosphere in the common room was very quiet. Although the professors announced that they had dealt with the monster in the secret room, the students were still worried about the heir who had not yet surfaced. The six o'clock curfew in the evening has not been lifted yet, and most of the Slytherin students are gathered in the lounge, writing homework or whispering in low voices.

Harry nervously covered the parchment on his table, stared at Nyx fiercely, and waved his hands to shoo it away like a fly: "Go, go! Nyx, go away!"

Nyx held his head high, which was already covered with black down, and remained motionless in the face of Harry's driving. He looked arrogant and stared at the homework that Harry was guarding with his bright red eyes. Since the last time it tasted sweetness, it has become enthusiastic about burning the homework of annoying people. It is very happy when they are unhappy.

Harry was about to cry and pushed Nyx to Draco, but Draco pushed him back with a look of disgust.

Seeing this disgusting bird made me want to eat chicken steak... Harry grimaced and threw Nyx to Daphne. He glanced resentfully at Owen, who was curled up in an armchair and sleeping soundly. This guy left a troublesome smelly bird behind and went to sleep on his own... Why is such a person the first in his grade? one? God is really unfair.

Owen, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly sat up straight with a start. A gloomy black mist filled his wide eyes. Even a faint black mist surged out of him involuntarily, but it completely subsided in an instant. .

Harry blinked blankly. For a moment, he felt a cold and evil aura on Owen's body. The dark, twisted but powerful feeling made his heart skip a beat and he got nervous. Goosebumps. But when he looked carefully, Owen was still the same, and even lazily retracted into his chair, which made him feel that he had an illusion.

"Owen, are you okay?" He asked cautiously, his voice very soft, as if he was afraid of irritating something. He didn't know why he was so cautious.

Owen turned his head and glanced at him, his bright black eyes filled with hazy mist. He pursed his bloodless lips and said calmly: "It's okay."

He only died once in the wall-facing space for the first time.

While experimenting with the final stun spell, his spell caused a huge explosion. The terrifying explosion instantly tore apart the iron armor spell he used to protect himself, and swept his entire body inside.

Every inch of flesh and blood in his body seemed to have been roughly torn to pieces, his spirit dried up in an instant, and every part of his brain was filled with pain. This explosion involving the soul realm seemed to have crushed his soul into pieces. The time was only a moment, but it seemed like a long time passed.

He completely lost consciousness and then returned to the real world, his brain still throbbing.

That terrible feeling seemed to still remain in his body, causing him to lose his composure for the first time. He stared blankly at the gray-black stone ceiling. The green light reflected the sparkling black bottom of the lake outside the window, creating a peaceful and beautiful scene.

This was not the first time Owen had experienced death, but the feeling of death was not pleasant at all. Only then will he feel very clearly that everything in this world is so beautiful.

The soul realm is indeed taboo, this is gambling one's life. Other wizards who dare to set foot in this field, except for those who do not understand the consequences, probably have the mentality of playing Russian roulette.

Owen slumped limply in the armchair, turning into a salted fish lying flat on his back. Melete worriedly jumped from the chair next to him onto his lap, propped herself up on her hind legs and threw herself on his chest, licking his chin with her wet and soft tongue.

"I'm fine, Melete." Owen hugged the cat and said softly with a smile.

Harry stared at him for a while, then looked away, feeling slightly relieved. Sure enough, he must be delusional. How could Owen have that... terrifying aura like a very evil dark wizard? It's probably because I've been under too much stress recently and haven't had enough sleep to have hallucinations.

Owen glanced sideways at him, and then saw Nyx breathing a small mouthful of black fire at Daphne for no apparent reason. Daphne screamed and ducked away, the flames burned the back of the chair, burning a dark hole in it.

"Nix!" Owen's face darkened.

Nyx fluttered his wings covered with black needle feathers in a panic, and ran away with swaying steps.

"Come here." Owen frowned, and then apologized sincerely to Daphne. Nyx flinched, then slipped away faster.

"I'm fine." Daphne bit her lip and looked at the blackened chair back, and shook her head tolerantly.

Owen nodded to Daphne, strode to Nyx, and grabbed it.

"Tweet!" Nyx shook his two black claws in the air, tilted his handsome head, and looked at him pitifully with his innocent red eyes, as if he knew he was wrong.

"Since you know you were wrong, then apologize to Daphne." Owen said lightly. Raising this phoenix is ​​like raising a naughty child, it needs good education.

Nyx turned his head away. Its pride did not allow it to bow its head, and this was its nature. It just wants to burn something.

But Owen didn't let it go. Letting him go this time would only make it more arrogant in the future. He pondered for a moment, took it and sat back in his armchair, and said softly: "Nix, do you know where you went wrong?"

Nyx opened and closed his bright black beak and looked at him with rebellious eyes. Don’t you just want me to set people on fire?

"No, I don't want to kill your nature and fun." Owen said calmly. He knows that blind suppression will only usher in a violent rebound. Blocking is worse than removing, but correct guidance is needed.

Nyx's eyes softened slightly.

"But I hope you can distinguish the object and the occasion, Nyx." Owen's clear voice was as soft as a gurgling stream, "You are my partner, we are one, then we must cooperate with each other, understand each other, and Wrong?" He let go of Nyx and let it rest in his palm.

"Daphne and the others are my friends, that is, your friends. They have never done anything to hurt you, and they will even feed you, right? If you hurt them, it will only alienate them from you and me. By then we will have no friends anymore, and no one will give you delicious snacks anymore." Owen said with a sad look on his face.

Nyx gently nuzzled his fingers with her beak, her eyes wandering. The snacks they gave... were indeed delicious.

"We shouldn't hurt our friends. That's a very bad thing... What you just did is similar to how you hurt me. We are friends too, right?"

"Chirp!" Nyx called out crisply. To me, you are completely different from them!

"No, we are all friends and companions. I want you to understand, Nyx, that your fire and malice should not be directed at our friends, but at our enemies, those who are malicious and hurt us. ." Owen said coaxingly, "As for the people you hate unilaterally, such as Harry and Draco, they don't have any ill intentions towards you, right?"

Nyx clicked his tongue in disgust. It really doesn't like Xiaohuang Mao and Chicken Nest Head.

"You can hate them, but you should know that they are also our friends." Owen said, "They have never hurt you, and I hope you will not hurt them... Of course, if you want, you can continue to burn their homework. ." He raised the corner of his mouth.

Nyx's eyes lit up and she barked happily at him. Sure enough, Owen is the best.

"Also, you have to pay attention to the occasion of what you do." Owen smiled, "It is a stupid thing to set people on fire in front of everyone. It will only make you a being that everyone calls for beatings. You have to learn Hide yourself and look for the right opportunity.”

Nyx nodded thoughtfully, which meant that bad things were done secretly.

"Finally, you have to be brave enough to take responsibility." Owen nodded his head, "You should apologize if you do something wrong, right?"

Nyx glanced at Daphne who was peeking here secretly. After hesitating for a while, he ran over and "tweeted" an apology.

"I'm fine, Nyx." Daphne smiled.

Nyx jumped up a bit, raised his wings, took out his favorite herb from his armpit, and handed it to the other party reluctantly.

"Oh, thank you!" Daphne covered her mouth and smiled, gently stroking the fine and soft down on Nyx's body.

Owen looked at this scene and smiled slightly. It seems that our own free-range chickens can be trained well.

Thanks to Musk Shou for the 200 starting coins~