A ruined Hogwarts

It was a rare Saturday night when the Slytherin common room became noisy.

Professor Snape explained the rules of the duel competition concisely and concisely, telling the students that everyone can sign up to participate. The competition for each grade will be held separately, and the ranking will be determined by points. In the end, the top three with the highest points in each grade will be rewarded.

"I hope that your brains will remain intact in your heads, so as not to make you enthusiastically sign up and then embarrass Slytherin in front of the whole school..." In the buzzing discussion of the little wizards , Snape said in a low and smooth tone.

Although the dean poured cold water on everyone, after he distributed the registration form, the little wizards signed their names on it without thinking. Who doesn't yearn for a high-profile, elegant wizard duel?

The discussion in the lounge exploded like a firecracker. From time to time, students stretched their necks anxiously to see who the registration form had been sent to, and the sounds of loud talking and laughing could be heard in their ears.

The atmosphere among the members of the study group was not very warm, because they knew better than others that there was an overly powerful guy in the second grade.

Blaise shrugged helplessly, glanced at Owen sideways, and muttered: "It's as if anyone in the second grade can defeat Owen..."

Daphne, who originally had an interested look on her face, was stunned, covered her mouth and secretly smiled and said, "It looks like we can only compete for second and third place."

Draco frowned unconvinced, raised his chin and said slowly: "Why are you so unambitious? I don't believe no one can teach Owen a lesson." Although he was repeatedly beaten by Owen in the study group gatherings He has been hit hard, but he has never been convinced. He is as indomitable as he is with wizard chess, and he has always felt good about himself.

Pansy held her chin in her hand and looked at Draco with a smile. She liked this look of unwillingness to admit defeat. Well, the look of being beaten to death is also very interesting, and the look of fried hair is even cuter...

Crabbe and Goyle nodded in agreement, their hands hidden under the table grabbing the last piece of jam cake without giving in. What are other people saying? Duel competition? If it seems inedible, that has nothing to do with them.

Owen's eyes slowly swept over everyone's faces, and then he blinked lazily: "Actually, I don't really want to participate." What's so fun about torturing food? He had killed quite a few dark wizards, and he had no interest in playing house with children.

"Are you kidding?" Draco stared at him, as if looking at a strange flower emerging from the ground, "Is this a duel competition? We just want to beat the guys from other colleges to nothing in front of the whole school. Let those brainless fools, clumsy idiots and rigid-minded nerds see clearly the gap between us!"

"Oh, I think we should take care of the underage flowers," Owen gently scratched Melet's chin and said seriously, "so that too many people will be discouraged and lose hope of progress."

Melet's golden eyes glanced sideways at the group of people, and the expression on the cat's face became more and more arrogant as it raised its head higher and higher. Although Owen is an average poop shoveler, lazy and carefree, and always gives his snacks to other cats, he is still much better than other little brats, hum.

"I suddenly want to beat you, Owen." Blaise said quietly. He considered the strength values ​​of himself and Owen, and then turned his malicious eyes to Melete, who looked at him with contempt.

He suddenly pounced on the stupid cat who was enjoying it with his eyes narrowed, and snatched her away from Owen's arms like a gust of wind. Then he rubbed the cat's cheeks with an evil smile, and smoothed the smooth and soft hair into a ball. chaos.

"Meow!" Melet screamed and slapped the cat's claws. The cat's claws with the claws closed hit Blaise's chin hard, making a clear "snap" sound. She was so heartbroken. Do you know how much time I spend every day combing my beautiful hair neatly? Do you know how much saliva I have to use to clean the areas touched by your dirty paws?

"Oh, you're still shy." Blaise pouted and kissed Mao Zizi on the cheek.

But Melete, who was struggling hard, was stunned. Her round cat eyes trembled violently, and then she bared her teeth and showed her gleaming claws. Blaise quickly threw the cat into the arms of Harry, who had been absent-mindedly, and then ran away with a snicker.

Melete kicked one of her hind legs on Harry's nose and landed gracefully on Owen's legs. She meowed at Owen who was smiling and watching the whole show. Her soft screams were filled with grievances. And resentment.

Woohoo, Owen, I'm not clean anymore...

Nyx, who was fighting with the flames in the fireplace, let out a sweet scream. Although the scream was pleasant, everyone could feel the deep mockery contained in it.

"Meow, meow, meow..." Melet gritted her teeth and rushed towards Nyx. Today, all the old and new grudges are being settled together, she is going to eat this smelly bird!

Nyx also stepped forward with red eyes, finally giving up on tossing the flames. It had been blowing fire into the fireplace one by one, trying to dye the flames inside as black as its own flame. Owen promised that if it could do it, he would take it to set people on fire, but it was too tired and panting to do it. The flames that always swallowed up the flames it spit out were more hateful than anything else.

A cat and a bird got into a fuss, and then it turned into a dog-jumping chase. Melete took advantage of her size and age to chase the young bird Jumping up and down. In the end, Nyx turned into a ball of wool under the cat's paws and was filmed rolling all over the ground like a gourd.

Owen gloated, holding his stomach and laughing, casually glanced at the registration form that had just been passed over, and threw it to Harry, who was still in a daze.

"I don't know...who is R.A.B.?" Harry frowned and thought hard, "Dumbledore said I would know who he is, but the problem is that I really don't know..." He couldn't help but ask Dumbledore. Bullido felt a trace of resentment.

The Disillusionment Curse that Dumbledore taught him last time was really too difficult. He had never been exposed to the advanced knowledge involved, and even his own magic level was not enough to meet the requirements of casting this spell. Fortunately, Owen had explained the relevant techniques and experiences to him in the past few days, so that he could barely cast the spell, but it was still so bad that it didn't work when it failed.

When he went to the principal's office tonight for class, Dumbledore, who was originally gentle, suddenly turned cold after examining his Disguise Charm. He impatiently threw him a thick notebook and sent him back. . Before leaving, the principal also threw the locket he found in the cave to him and asked him to find the locket Horcrux that was the first to arrive...

Harry held the note he took out of the locket in his hand and thought hard for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable name.

"I don't understand. Dumbledore must know who this person is. But why doesn't he deal with the Horcrux himself? Even if he wants to push this matter to me, he should at least tell me clearly." Harry couldn't help but whine under his breath to Owen. Although he was the one who was going to fight Voldemort to the death in the prophecy, that didn't mean that Dumbledore could leave everything to him, right?

Thinking of Dumbledore's abominable face, Harry felt angry and itched his teeth. This situation really made him want to quit.

Owen closed his eyes slightly sleepily, nodded his head perfunctorily, and huddled in the armchair like a lazy cat. His short black hair, which was neatly combed, looked like a cat's shiny and smooth hair.

Harry sighed sadly and indignantly, feeling that Owen's delicate and beautiful face had become a little disgusting for some reason. What's the point of trying hard? It’s not as good as others who sleep every day. Life is too short, it’s better to let it go and let everyone be a salted fish together...

He shook his head vigorously and finally got rid of this terrible thought. He is a positive and enthusiastic young man, how could he just stagnate like this?

Looking at Owen's lazy look, Harry thought that if Hermione saw this scene, she would definitely say something like this with a serious face: "Sleeping all day? I don't know what you think. You don't think you can learn Is the knowledge you have acquired enough? You are squandering your talent and your life! Well, do you know why so many young geniuses disappear in the end? A book I read said Such a story..."

Thinking of Hermione, who was still lying hard in the school hospital, Harry felt sluggish again, and then quickly regained his fighting spirit. He stretched out his sinful hand full of resentment, shook the sleepy Owen, faced the other person's hazy and confused eyes, and said solemnly and seriously: "Owen, do you know a person named R.A.B.?"

Owen had been struggling in the wall-facing space for a long time, and now he was tired. He covered his lips and yawned, and squeezed out tears from the corners of his slightly raised eyes: "RAB...Rabb?"

"It's not this, it's an abbreviation." Harry lowered his voice and read the words on the note, "To the Dark Lord, I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that I discovered you. secret. I stole the real Horcrux and intended to destroy it as soon as possible. I risked my own life in the hope that you would be killed when you met your opponent. Signed R.A.B."

"Judging from the contents of the note, this person may have died long ago. But Dumbledore thought that I would know about him... maybe he is a relative of mine or something?"

"I don't know anyone with that name." Owen said angrily to Harry's husky-like face that was trying hard to straighten up, with the resentment of being woken up when he was about to fall asleep.

"Well, it seems that I haven't been able to find him recently... Dumbledore has been disappointed in me." Harry said dejectedly. The notebook Dumbledore threw to him was placed carelessly on the table in front of him.

Owen curiously pulled out the notebook covered under the registration form and opened the red leather cover. On the title page, it was written in slender, circle-within-a-circle fonts: To Harry Potter, in the hope that he will learn something and have a safe life. ——Albus Dumbledore.

He flipped through the notebook quickly and wrote down useful spells one after another in a somewhat sloppy slanted font, covering all aspects and making up for all shortcomings. In addition, there are some techniques for casting spells, casting spells without spells and even wand-free spellcasting, some important but easily overlooked magic knowledge, and some instructive instructions on certain precautions...

Just by reading it briefly, you can deeply understand Dumbledore's sincere heart and strong expectations. But this well-intentioned notebook was thrown away to Harry as if someone was throwing garbage... He just had to say "Why does Dumbledore like you so much".

"Look, he has high hopes for you." Owen threw the notebook to the other party.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then he looked through the notebook carefully, and finally stared at the message on the title page with red eyes, in a daze.

"Harry Potter! Can you tell us what's so charming about a registration form that makes you reluctant to leave it, to the point of wasting everyone's time?" Professor Snape stood beside him silently, condescendingly Looking down at him, the corners of his eyes twitched and he said.

Harry looked up at him blankly, and then slowly glanced at the table in front of him. Then he realized belatedly that the registration form had been passed to him a long time ago, and he had completely ignored it...

Blushing, he picked up the pen and signed it, then quickly passed it to Draco, burying his head like a turtle, and the tips of his ears turned red. Well, you can lose face, it’s not the first time anyway, but your name must be reported.

Snape stared at him with a dark face for a long time, then glanced at the notebook in his hand, and then strode away.

"Harry, can I borrow this notebook of yours?" Owen turned sideways and asked with a smile.

"Okay." Harry said with relief. Dumbledore had never objected to teaching others what he learned from him.

"Thank you, you are such a good person." Owen squinted at him and smiled, copying the notebook to the wall space with great skill, and then slumped lazily on the chair again. Well, Harry would have copied it regardless of whether he said yes or not, but asking in advance...it's polite.

"Don't you want to see it?" Harry blinked when he saw Owen lying back limply.

"I remember it." Owen narrowed his eyes and his voice was as light as if he was talking in his sleep. "Well, photographic memory...quantum reading method."

What the hell? You can remember it just by reading it, you think I'm stupid... Harry frowned, thinking that Owen would be too lazy to turn into a fat cat sooner or later.

"Wait a minute, you didn't even remind me that the registration form was sent to me." He suddenly said resentfully.

"Ah, I thought you knew." Owen said cheerfully, closing his eyes.

After bullying Nyx, Melete quickly jumped onto his lap, chose the most comfortable position and lay down, stretched out contentedly, and yawned widely.

Nyx ran to Owen's feet in disgrace. The black down covering his body became bald, and the whole bird turned gray. It jumped on the floor angrily, and let out a series of clear and sweet chirps from its mouth, like the song of a nightingale, but with curses.

Melete narrowed her cat eyes and listened to the song. She twirled her paws lazily, took out a bunch of small red fruits from Owen's pocket and threw them to the ground, then looked at Nyx from above. Well, it sounds good, so reward it.

Nyx's scream was instantly stuck, and a cough-like sound came from his throat. It kicked up the red fruit and kicked it aside, making its body swell with anger. It tried to climb up Owen's trousers and kill the stupid cat who was almost angry to death, but fell down awkwardly.

Melete let out a cry of gloating, then rubbed Owen's hand coquettishly.

"Bully Nyx more while he's still young." Owen said, stroking Cat's big ears. "You will be the one who gets bullied when he grows up."

Nyx, who fell to the ground and rolled around a few times, screamed "chichichi" when he heard this, his eyes as bright as rubies filled with eager malice. Melete opened her mouth and lowered her head in despair, as she imagined her miserable future life in her mind.

"Of course, you don't have to worry about the bully not coming back. When it rises from the ashes, you can still find a place with it when it turns back into a fledgling." Owen said mischievously.

Melete's big drooping ears suddenly stood up, and the whole cat became energetic. It raised its chin high and squinted at Nyx. It flapped its wings and took two steps back, then screamed and went to find Daphne.

"Meow~" Sure enough, Owen's favorite is still me!

The registration for the duel competition ended, and Professor Snape left with the densely written registration form. The lounge suddenly became noisier. The students were talking loudly. Everyone was gearing up and eager to try, thinking about showing off their talents in the competition. At this moment, the haze that enveloped Hogwarts seemed to be completely dispelled.

It wasn't until the night got darker that the tired little wizards gradually calmed down and returned to their respective dormitories.

Owen laid Melete on his bed and settled Nyx in a delicate bird's nest woven from ivy. He sat on the bed and took out a sealed box from his school bag. He gently stroked it with his long and pale fingers, and then opened the latch on the outside of the box with a "click" sound, revealing a shabby old book inside the box. Journal.

His fingers tapped lightly on the black cover of the diary. Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then closed the lid with a snap and put the box back into his bag.

A huge figure of a giant squid slowly passed by the window, its huge wavy pupils turned, as if it was peeking at everything in the window. In fact, the windows here are enchanted, and the situation in the dormitory cannot be seen from the black lake.

Owen lay down on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and gently said "good night" to the giant squid outside the window.