A ruined Hogwarts

It was so quiet in the Slytherin common room that you couldn't even hear the sound of water outside the window. The exquisite and weird sculptures around it looked mysterious and wild. The medieval tapestry depicting Slytherin's famous adventures hangs slightly on the stone wall, and the pictures on it change from time to time, interpreting periods of ancient history.

The tone of this Gothic-style lounge is always dark green. Various aquatic animals sometimes swim through the dark waters outside the window, making the place look like a giant ship sunk under the water.

However, there are no students coming and going in this long room now. Only the flames in the fireplace are swaying lightly and making a slight "crackling" sound from time to time, making the place seem even more lonely.

Owen stood in the middle of the lounge, looked around with a smile, then walked briskly to the armchair where he usually sat, and sat in the bright orange fire in front of the fireplace.

He stretched out his hand towards the flame, but did not feel any warmth. He clicked his tongue lightly and joked with a smile: "Tom, your illusion is not realistic enough."

"The life force I have accumulated is not wasted in a place like this..." Like a drop of thick ink dripping into the clear water, a slender figure condensed like smoke from the side of the fireplace, with a clear voice. A feeling of resentment.

"Ha, you are really an expert in saving energy, Tom." Owen joked.

Tom Riddle ignored Irving's joke and sat on the armchair opposite him, staring directly at him with his beautiful black eyes, his eyes as resentful as those of a harem, just like Irving. It's like doing something to him that started messing up and then gave up.

Owen faced this inexplicable guilty look, put his hand on his chin, looked at him with a smile, and said leisurely: "What's wrong?"

"You haven't communicated with me since I taught you Parseltongue last time." Tom expressed his dissatisfaction very directly, with a look of hurt and disappointment on his handsome face.

"Ah, a lot of things have happened during this period." Owen sighed tiredly, with grievance in his beautiful eyes, "I understand your desire to absorb enough vitality to be resurrected as soon as possible, but I hope you You can also understand my difficulties..."

"I'd love to hear you talk to me, Owen." Tom said with a look of concern and worry, putting one hand on the armrest of the chair and leaning forward slightly, "We share our darkest secrets with each other, and we share our most darkest secrets with each other. Close partners are best friends, right?”

"Of course." Owen nodded with a painful look on his face, pursed his lips and said sadly, "I failed to confess my love to the girl I like." As he said that, he raised his hand to cover his cheek to prevent himself from laughing.

"..." Tom looked at him speechlessly for a moment, an angry and evil red light flashed in his eyes, and his handsome face became strange and ferocious for a moment. He felt like this guy was playing a trick on him!

His expression quickly returned to calm, and he said calmly: "Just because of such a boring little thing, you forget about serious matters that threaten your own safety?"

"But... this is not a boring thing." Owen bit his lip, raised his head and said, "Tom, do you know the taste of love? Do you understand the value of love?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Tom put his right leg on his left leg with an indifferent expression, and gently stroked the armrest of the armchair with his pale fingers, "That's just the poison that corrupts your heart and blocks your progress. stumbling block. We are destined to reach the top, Owen, and we should not waste our energy on insignificant things."

"So... you have never been in love in your life? You are so handsome..." Owen shook his head with regret and teased him enthusiastically, "A life without experiencing love is incomplete. Yo, Tom."

"You are so energetic, it seems you don't need my comfort." Tom said coldly, with a fierce temperament on his body, "I want to know, how do you plan to get rid of the threat of Haierbo?"

"Oh, some people always hide their sadness deep in their hearts." Owen shook his head sadly, as if you didn't understand.

Under Tom's increasingly stern gaze, he coughed lightly and said seriously: "I have figured out Haierbo's purpose, and I have been in contact with him recently..." As he said that, he looked at Tom silently. .

Tom frowned. He felt that there was a weighing in Owen's eyes that made him very uncomfortable.

"Helpo sneaked into Hogwarts last year for the Sorcerer's Stone, and this year is no exception. He has not given up. Although the Sorcerer's Stone is no longer in the school, only here can we find clues to the mysterious organization that stole the Sorcerer's Stone." Owen said slowly Xu said, "That organization, the Aether Society, they are very interested in Harry Potter... In other words, they have regarded each other as their own, and have been secretly monitoring him, and are even protecting his safety. ."

"So, Haierbo tried to use Harry Potter to fish out people from the Aether Society, and he was targeting me. It should be as you said, he was coveting my body, eager to get a body that can better display his strength. body." Irving said calmly, "Although I am still trying to make ends meet with him, no one knows when he will turn his back and take action."

"You've wasted too much time, Owen." Tom looked like he hated iron. "You have no idea how much vitality he has accumulated, how much strength he has recovered, and what kind of conspiracy he has plotted during this period of time... ...If I could absorb a certain amount of life force early and gain the ability to move freely, I could have helped you, but it's a pity..."

He shook his head regretfully, looking at Owen with disappointment and condemnation in his eyes.

"You really want to help me, Tom?" Owen said movedly.

"Of course, we are both prosperous and devastated now." Tom's expression was sincere and real, as if there was a shimmer of holiness.

"That's really... I'm very glad that I didn't do anything wrong." Owen said with emotion, "Did you know? Haierpo sensed your existence by some means..." At this point, his eyes turned slightly, Carefully assess the change in Tom's expression.

Tom's pupils suddenly shrank, his right hand on the armrest clenched suddenly, and his expression became ugly.

"Did he really not sense the existence of the crown?" Owen muttered in his heart. Tom is a very good actor like him, and his performance makes it difficult for Owen to tell the difference between real and fake.

He tilted his head and said softly: "The time Haierbo came into contact with me, he just wanted to get you from me... I don't know what his purpose was, but he did have his eye on you."

Tom's expression had returned to calmness. After a brief panic, he began to use his clever IQ to analyze the loopholes in Owen's words, and asked tentatively: "Can Haierbo sense me?" He was still very confident about the Horcrux. Suspecting Owen was trying to trick him.

"Who knows how he did it." Owen said softly, "Fortunately I didn't hand you over to him, otherwise I would definitely regret it for the rest of my life... I have been stalling for time, but after all, he is my teacher, and I understand him very well. He never gives up once he sees something. It’s hard to say how much patience he has left.”

Tom thought with a sullen face, he couldn't tell whether this was Owen's lie or not. Haierbo is the inventor of Horcruxes. It is still possible to secretly research the magic to restrain other Horcruxes, but it cannot be ruled out that Owen forced him to try his best to help, or even that Owen revealed his existence to the other party...

But he didn't dare to bet on whether this was Owen's lie, or whether Halbo really knew about it and wanted to get him... For his own safety, he could only try his best to help Owen kill Halbo.

Tom squinted at Owen, this feeling of being out of control was really annoying. He said slowly: "No matter what, you have to destroy Haierbo's Horcrux as soon as possible. It seems that he has hidden it very well. Even if we find the person controlled by him, we can't find out the Horcrux, and we can't." A way to consume his life force..."

Owen raised the corners of his mouth, waiting expectantly for the next step.

"In this case, we can only lure the snake out of the hole." Tom said coldly.

"I think so too." Owen raised his eyebrows. They really have something in common, but it's a pity that both of them have secret intentions for each other, otherwise they should be able to work together...

"Although Haierbo's Horcrux can control others, there is a high probability that it can now condense into a body and act autonomously." Tom smiled slightly, "But no matter what the situation is, they cannot be too far away from the Horcrux itself. In It may be possible within the confines of Hogwarts, but if Halpo wants to leave here, he must take a Horcrux with him."

"So, we just need to find a way to make him leave Hogwarts, and then we just need to wait for him to take out the Horcrux himself." Owen continued, "However, his actions will definitely be very covert and Be careful, I can't keep an eye on him. So I can only..."

"You can only throw out a bait that he can't refuse." Tom tacitly said what Owen hadn't finished, "Just use the magic stone he cares about most! You can fabricate some false information and create a fake magic stone. Shi, let him willingly enter your dragnet and step into the trap you have laid out in advance."

"Bait..." Owen raised his lips in an unclear manner, "But it's not easy to make him believe a fake bait." So he planned to use a real bait.

"That depends on your ability, Owen. I believe you can do it." Tom said trustingly, "You are Harry Potter's friend, and the other party is an important target of the Aether Society. Make good use of your identity. It's easy to mislead Herbo, and I will do my best to help you. We can even create a false Aether Society..."

The smile on Owen's face deepened. He held the back of his head with his hands and leaned back leisurely on the chair. He said with a half-smile: "The Aether Society... that is an interesting organization." His tone was meaningful.

Tom's eyebrows moved and he turned his eyes slightly to look at him.

"The Aether Society is an organization that aims to pursue the ultimate meaning of magic. They believe that the ethereal ether is the foundation of magic and the bridge that allows the spirit to interfere with matter." Owen said slowly, "Their leader is called 'K', the entire organization is very low-key and mysterious in the wizarding world, and it is an ancient secluded research organization."

"Just a bunch of sneaky rats," Tom said slowly.

"Oh, don't you think they are interesting?" Owen raised his eyebrows, with a mischievous look in his shining eyes.

Tom looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "It's indeed very interesting."

"Haha, it's time for me to leave." Owen smiled and waved his hand, "Goodbye, Tom."

The lounge in front of him shattered instantly, and Owen fell back into his armchair. The lounge is still the same, but there are more students laughing and playing, and the fire in the fireplace is warm.

He relocked the diary into a box that shielded internal and external perception, and stuffed it into his bag.

"Owen, you're almost late!" Harry called him in a hurry, biting into a piece of sandwich.

Owen picked up his schoolbag and slung it over his shoulder, walking out of the lounge elegantly but quickly to attend today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This class is still a dueling class. Lockhart, played by Peter Pettigrew, is wearing a lake blue robe and wearing a stiff and weird smile. After checking the disarming spell from the previous class, he begins to teach a tongue-pulling spell. Swollen little jinx.

"It can make your opponent unable to pronounce magic spells..." "Lockhart" kept talking, and even jumped around a little, attracting a series of disgusted looks.

But he soon regretted teaching the spell. During the spell's sparring session, situations occurred frequently. Some people had their front teeth knocked out, and some people sang songs involuntarily. The sound was so ugly that it gave people nightmares. The tongues of each little wizard were so swollen that they filled their mouths, and Professor "Lockhart" had to help them recite the spells one by one. After the class, he was so tired that his forehead was covered with sweat.

Draco was stuffed with mud by Blaise, and he vomited against the wall until his face turned pale. Harry was the subject of the professor's demonstration. Throughout the class, his tongue inflated and retracted like a balloon, making him feel dizzy.

After class, Peter Pettigrew quickly left the professor and let out a high-pitched scream in the corridor. A pot of white chalk dust was placed on his head, dyeing his entire body white. There was a burst of laughter from behind the wall.

"It seems that Peeves is becoming more and more skilled in designing mechanisms." Owen nodded happily. It is always a joy to see a disciple succeed.

"Haha, Peeves finally did something good." Draco mocked at "Lockhart" who was escaping in embarrassment.

Owen said goodbye to his friends, swaggered outside Lockhart's office, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The rustling sound inside the door paused for a moment, and a hesitant voice sounded: "Who?"

"Owen Shafik, second-year student, Professor Lockhart." Owen said very politely, "I want to ask you some questions that you don't understand."

"Wait a moment..." A burst of crackling sounds came from the office. After two or three minutes, the door was opened, and the sultry air rushed in, mixed with the sweet smell of biscuits.

Owen entered the office, glanced at "Lockhart" who was sitting upright behind the desk with a smile, and closed the door behind him.

He glanced at the layout of the office. Things were arranged in a mess. There was a pile of signed photos of Lockhart on the table, as well as many letters from fans. There are still some scorched marks on the tabletop, perhaps from the explosion of shouting letters from anti-fans.

"Ah, you know, I'm always busy... the fans are so enthusiastic." Following Owen's gaze, "Lockhart" hurriedly pulled the photos and letters into the drawer, "Do you have any questions? ?”

"I should ask you this question, Gilderoy." Owen put his hands behind his back, as if he had returned to his own home. "When are you going to take action? I can't wait any longer."

"Wha...what?" "Lockhart" was a little dazed and could only say hesitantly.

"Take Harry Potter away." Owen frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't tell me you haven't thought of anything these days, but have focused all your energy on stupid autograph photos..."

"Well, you know, I can't let down my fans." Lockhart said vaguely, but his eyes lit up. He finally discovered a major clue so that he could be punished by the Dark Lord.

"If the Aether Society is full of people like you, then I should seriously consider whether I want to join this organization." Owen hugged his shoulders, "I am still an intern, and I was only absorbed into the organization by you this year! You let me Monitor and protect Harry, leave the diary and diadem to me, and be lazy here..."

Aether Society! "Lockhart" trembled slightly with excitement, and managed to contain his ecstatic expression. This is the organization that the Dark Lord wants to investigate. Unexpectedly, it takes no time to find out. Gilderoy Lockhart turns out to be a member of the Aether Society!

"No way, it's too difficult to capture Harry Potter at Hogwarts." He said carefully.

Owen pursed his lips and nodded helplessly: "Yes, after all, this is under Dumbledore's nose, and I don't know if Lilith is reliable. But time is running out, Gilderoy, Harry's situation It’s getting more and more dangerous, and I’m afraid we won’t be able to protect him… He was almost killed by Peter Pettigrew last time, but we saved his life by releasing the basilisk…”

Hearing the name Peter Pettigrew, "Lockhart"'s back stiffened for a moment, and then he nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, I have to review. Last time I took the basilisk out of the secret room to inspect the castle, trying to find some clues about the Dark Lord, but for some reason I petrified Peter Pettigrew..." Owen sighed. , said pitifully.

"Ah...ah! It doesn't matter! That person's life or death doesn't matter." Lockhart said quickly.

"Okay, but we'd better start early. The end of May is the deadline for the mission." Owen immediately put away his pitiful expression, "I don't want the internship mission to fail and prevent me from joining the society... I also want to go to the Ethereum. Let’s take a look at the society’s headquarters.”

He turned to stare at the other person curiously: "Gilderoy, can't you really tell me where the headquarters is?"

"No, you will know sooner or later." Lockhart said with a straight face.

"Then I'll find a chance to ask Lilith." Owen raised his chin slightly, then twitched the corner of his mouth, "By the way, she's not in Hogwarts. She will only come to take us to the headquarters after we succeed..."

"Hmm..." "Lockhart" nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, expecting Owen to say more.

But Owen obviously had no such intention. He took out a delicate silver pocket watch from his pocket, looked at it, and then left in a hurry.

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