A ruined Hogwarts

The fanatical shouts were loud, and as far as the eye could see, the stands of the entire Quidditch stadium were packed with people.

After getting rid of the crazy crowd, Melete jumped out with a "pop" and meowed restlessly. Nyx also flapped his wings and fell to the ground, running very fast with funny steps, jumping around from time to time, and making confusing chirping sounds from his mouth. Obviously, they are not immune to the effects of emotional contagion, but fortunately they are not controlled.

Owen didn't have time to pay attention to them, raised his wand and recited the flying spell again. The pitch-black box flew through the bustling crowd into his hand with a whoosh. The lid of the box was open, and the diary inside had disappeared.

Horcruxes cannot be summoned by the Flying Curse, nor can they be detected using magic spells such as the Tracking Charm. In other words, the diary cannot be found for the time being.

Owen let out a soft "tsk" and looked at the fanatical eyes looking at the box. He threw the box away and returned to his original position. He thoughtfully picked up his friends from the crowded crowd. Picked it out.

First, he lifted Daphne out of the crowd of people, and then freed Draco from the bunch of people. Then he waved his wand smoothly and rummaged out Blaise and the others.

Several people who were also out of control screamed and rushed towards Owen, and were tied into rice dumplings without mercy. Well, Owen took care of his friends and didn't tie them together.

While doing this, he had already analyzed the current situation.

Just after calming down and thinking about it, Owen almost guessed the reason. Voldemort obviously took advantage of the phenomenon of emotional contagion and got rid of the limitations of his original control methods, allowing the seeds of control over people's hearts to spread to each student along with emotional contagion.

With so many people being controlled at the same time, this situation was indeed beyond Owen's expectation. He had imagined various possible responses to Voldemort's actions and was prepared to counterattack, but despite heavy defenses, he was almost caught off guard and lost the diary he had brought with him.

Now that I think about it, that crown can cause people's emotions to fluctuate violently, and then cause people to lose themselves and be temporarily controlled. This was the case when Fred attacked Harry. In other words, the crown's ability to stir emotions fits well with the phenomenon of emotional contagion.

Irving was indeed negligent on this point. Sure enough, the Yao Mozi incident caused by the wall space was just to trick him, right? The fax machine has killed Dumbledore, who will be blamed for this emotional contagion?

Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but his mood became agitated. The opponent's moves... are amazing.

This kind of game is interesting enough. How boring it would be if everything was predictable. It's endless fun to fight with people, because people always create endless variables.

"But... Tom's diary is lost. My situation will be in danger next." Owen touched his lips, with a bright and beautiful smile on his face.

I also knew that once the two Horcruxes met, Owen's words to deceive Tom Riddle would soon be exposed. When Tom discovers that the so-called Haierbo is a scam aimed at him, he will be furious after being deceived.

Well, the hatred is firmly established. I am afraid Tom will kill him at all costs.

"It's not difficult to solve..." Owen thought nonchalantly, "It's just a slight change of plan."

As thoughts raced in his mind, he had scanned the surrounding crowd several times, but could not find any trace of Harry. He was completely submerged in the sea of ​​people.

Owen was not surprised. Since Voldemort had caused such a big scene, he naturally wouldn't just steal the diary from his hand. If it was Owen, he would definitely possess someone and take advantage of the chaos to kill the guy who knew his secret.

But Owen did not encounter a powerful attack just now, which means that Voldemort has other intentions. At this time, there are more important things than killing Owen...such as Harry Potter.

However, even with such a big movement, Voldemort couldn't escape with Harry intact. So what exactly could he do to Harry?

Owen stopped thinking and focused on tying up someone and trying to find Harry.

If the Flying Curse hadn't worked on the wizard, he would have missed a "Harry Flying".

While Owen was happily trying different tricks to tie people up, the professors also took action.

Most of them are still awake, and even if they are affected by emotional infection, they can still control it. After realizing that something was wrong, the professors suppressed their restless emotions and took timely measures.

"Calm down, what are you doing!" Professor McGonagall frowned, and the voice amplified by the loud voice spell rumbled over the arena.

But the students around her still rushed toward her feverishly, and many even raised their wands at her, trying to use their bodies and magic spells to slow down her movements and trap her in place.

When he saw the same mysterious smiles on everyone's faces, Professor McGonagall immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. She threw away the lottery box in her hand and used a method similar to Owen's. She waved her wand to make ropes grow on each chair, and tied the dementia students tightly to the chairs.

The referees beside the ring also hurried to the stands, trying their best to prevent the situation from escalating further.

Professor Snape came to the Slytherin stand with a gloomy look on his face. After seeing the students bundled into a ball, the anger in his eyes dissipated slightly. He muttered a spell, which made the students calm down a lot and no longer struggled so violently.

The short Professor Flitwick was lost in the crowd and out of sight in the blink of an eye. Immediately afterwards, the students around him paused one after another, the smiles on their faces became soothing and peaceful, and their eyes slowly closed, like It's about being immersed in moving music.

Professor Sprout threw a black bag into the most crowded crowd and hit it in mid-air with a wave of his wand. The bag exploded above the students' heads, covering a large area with yellow pollen, causing the little wizards among them to fall down and fall asleep one by one.

But not every professor is so comfortable. Hagrid waved his big hands like cattail leaf fans and gently lifted the students who were rushing towards him aside. However, people came one after another and even chanted magic spells at him. Hagrid was afraid of hurting people and suffered many curses. curse.

Several other professors huddled together, defending themselves against random spells and knocking out those who lost control one by one. "Lockhart" was among them, casting a defensive spell from time to time, paddling silently with his eyes wandering.

Professor Trelawney stared and screamed, throwing crystal balls around without distinguishing between friend and foe, and was knocked unconscious by Professor Victor from the Arithmetic Divination class.

For a moment, the Quidditch pitch was full of demons, and no one had the intention to pay attention to a single person.

When the wave of emotions hit him, Harry couldn't escape. A wave of excitement filled his mind, making it difficult for him to think calmly.

He couldn't help but shout enthusiastically along with the crowd, and then, a more fanatical and restless emotion invaded his heart fiercely. It was like a raging fire was lit in his mind, and the remaining sanity was crumbling.

This feeling of loss of control made him feel panic and disgust, and he fiercely rejected the invasion of this emotion. Because he had been practicing Occlumency with Owen recently, he instinctively tried to close his brain and managed to maintain a little sanity. But his thoughts still became confused, and his brain was like a rusty gear, rattling and running slowly.

He felt the crowd crowding in. The girl sitting in front raised her hand and held his wrist, pulling him in one direction. The palms that held him tightly were soft and warm, the fiery red hair was flying like waves, and the familiar figure made him relax involuntarily.

"It's Ginny," he thought dreamily. are friends.

He stumbled and was pulled along, following her lead. The huddled crowd in front stared at him with strange smiles and consciously opened a passage for him that could only allow one person to pass. However, his chaotic mind was unable to think clearly and could not detect how suspicious this was.

"Thank you." Harry said to the classmates who politely gave way.

Immediately afterwards, he found that the crowd in front also made way, and another familiar figure walked towards him. Harry looked at the other person blankly, and it took his sluggish brain a while to tell him that this person was Neville.

But Neville shouldn't have such a playful and greedy expression on his face, nor should his gentle and kind eyes flash with an evil and cold look. Harry couldn't notice any of these abnormalities.

Harry felt the hand holding him loosen, and he watched in confusion as Ginny stood in the crowd beside him, becoming part of the wall made of human bodies. He saw Neville coming to his side, and the high wall of people surrounded him, engulfing him.

He couldn't think about why Ginny brought him to find Neville. He just felt that the senior students around him were too tall and surrounded him like the tentacles of a sea anemone, and he was the prey about to be eaten. .

"No, it's too crowded..." Harry said.

Neville stretched out his hand and pulled him. The cold palm made him shiver and his mind became a little clearer. The hand was so strong that it pulled him painfully, forcing him to duck down and half kneel on the ground. The crowds of people's heads covered the sky above their heads.

"What are you going to do?" Reason returned a little, and Harry began to feel that something was wrong.

He wanted to shake off the hand that was pulling him, but before he could do anything, his body stiffened, as if it had been filled with sand, and he couldn't move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Neville smiled the same weird smile as everyone else, and watched the strange red light flashing in the familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, and his expression turned ugly. He suddenly felt horrified. He had seen this expression before, when Ron Weasley attacked them...

Although his thinking was slow, Harry still realized the terrible danger. No one could help him now... He gritted his teeth and tried his best to make his stiff body move, but in vain, not even a sound could be heard. Can't send it out.

Harry stared fiercely at Neville's movements, his pupils suddenly constricted. In the midst of extreme tension and fear, Occlumency successfully drove out the mania invading his brain for the first time, and his brain was mostly awake in an instant.

He saw Neville take a crown out of his pocket! A tattered, eagle-shaped crown, the silver appearance has faded to black, but the sapphire inlaid in the middle is still shining.

Harry instantly realized that this was the diadem he had been looking for, Voldemort's Horcrux... What was he going to do?

Without letting him wait long, Neville glanced at the crown in his hand with a half-smile, then held it in both hands and solemnly placed the crown on Harry's head.

Harry couldn't resist. He felt as if his scar exploded, as if a red-hot iron had been inserted into his head, and his brain seemed to be boiling.

His face suddenly turned pale, his pupils dilated, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His expression became painful and distorted, as if he had fallen into a psychedelic nightmare.

Neville looked down at him coldly, and suddenly raised his eyebrows with an expression of disbelief: "You are?"

He pressed his cold fingers on the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead. His expression changed from surprise to suspicion, from doubting life to deep contemplation, and finally turned into complete ecstasy: "So you are..."

He closed his mouth suddenly, took the crown off Harry's head, looked at him deeply, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Harry was left gasping in pain. His body regained mobility and fell to his knees, holding his head tightly with both hands. The look in his eyes was painful and deeply confused.

I don’t know how long it took, but the surrounding suddenly became a lot more open. The crazy crowd was tied up, and the sun shone on him again.

"Harry, how are you?" Owen narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry, who had a dull look on his face, with caution and measure in his eyes.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth and suddenly sat down on the ground.

Professor Snape also rushed over, glanced at Harry who was not in a good state, and frowned tightly.

"I...it's okay..." Harry's eyes moved slightly, and his tone seemed to be floating in the clouds.

Snape lifted him up like a little chicken and waved his wand to check his body. After a moment, he let go with a look of disgust and said sarcastically: "It's a pity that you didn't get trampled to death, Potter, now is really a good time to think about major events in life..."

He shook off his cloak and strode away.

"Are you really okay, Harry?" Owen played with the wand in his hand, staring into Harry's eyes with his dark eyes.

"I... don't know..." Harry's cheeks wrinkled, "Give me a moment..."

He raised his eyes, his expression became calmer, but he looked dazed from time to time, as if he was distracted.

Owen stared at him deeply, then looked away for a long time and continued to help the professors.

Less than ten minutes later, the students' frenzied emotions calmed down in an instant, and the deafening shouts disappeared.

Each of the little wizards returned to normal, looking at the ropes binding their hands and feet in confusion and uneasiness. Some of the injured people were sobbing softly, and more people began to yell. The noisy sound sounded again, like a hundred thousand ducks being herded into the stadium.

The professors let out a long sigh and busily let go of their control over the students. Madam Pomfrey was so busy treating the injured that her feet never touched the ground.

The students didn't know what they had done. Everyone was confused when they heard Professor McGonagall announcing that the duel match was suspended. They watched Madam Pomfrey take away several seriously injured students, and then returned to the auditorium full of suspicion. .