A ruined Hogwarts

In the noisy auditorium, bewildered faces looked at the solemn-looking professors at the door from time to time. After realizing that they could not remember what had just happened, the students sat uneasily at the long table and whispered to their peers.

It seemed like something very serious had happened and they didn't know it. This fragmented feeling makes it difficult to distinguish reality from fiction, and many people begin to wonder if they are dreaming.

The faces of the senior students who were not under control turned pale. Everything that happened before seemed like a weird and absurd nightmare, and they couldn't help but tremble.

They whispered to their friends about the bizarre incident that they had never seen before, and in a blink of an eye, a large group of people were surrounding them who were listening attentively. Some people were so frightened that they hurriedly shut up, fearing that they would go crazy again and tear themselves apart; some people raised their voices loudly, only to find that most of the audience around them had disbelief on their faces, and their eyes looked like they were looking at a braggart, which made people want to He flipped the table over in anger.

Owen sat upright in the chair, tapping his fingers on the table, and his thoughtful and playful eyes passed over the faces.

Nyx was frightened, and he lay obediently in Owen's arms, his head resting on his robe, and his warm body was like a small stove. Melete angrily circled around Owen's feet, her golden pupils glaring fiercely at the guy who occupied Owen's arms.

"Ouch, some bastard scratched my hand! If the guy who takes advantage of someone else's situation has the ability to stand up, I will fight him!" Draco grinned and held his right hand, his eyes turning slightly red. But in front of his friends, he had to hold on.

Melete glanced at him secretly, and then looked away as if nothing had happened. Although there was a reason for this claw, she still felt guilty. As a magical animal, she didn't spare any of her claws when she was mad and frightened. The wound on the back of Draco's hand was open and painful.

Owen glanced sideways at the catnives who were rubbing his ankles coquettishly, shook his head with a smile in his eyes, and then treated Draco. He poked Draco's claws with his wand, first removing the weak magic that prevented the wound from healing, and then recited a healing spell. The wound healed quickly, and in the end only a few shallow scars remained.

During this process, Draco turned his face to one side, grinning in pain, like a child who was afraid of injections.

After Owen's treatment was completed, Pansy held Draco's palm with a distressed look on his face, gently wrapped a bandage on him, and finally tied a beautiful bow. Draco's face suddenly turned red, he didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or anger.

"So, who knows what exactly happened?" Daphne rubbed her sore arms from being tied up, a touch of worry appearing on her bright and gentle cheeks.

"I just want to know which idiot tied me up..." Blaise looked up at the sky helplessly. He wanted to ask that guy in a friendly manner why his face was pressed under Goyle's ass!

"Who else but Professor Snape?" Owen said with a smile, "Are you calling the Dean an idiot?"

"No, it's so cute." Blaise rolled his eyes.

Daphne covered her lips and coughed lightly. She held back her laughter and looked at Harry, who had been silent. She, who was always thoughtful, asked with concern: "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry had not said a word since the chaos ended, and had always looked thoughtful, looking like he was thinking about some major life event as Professor Snape mockingly said.

"It's okay." Harry thought for a moment and then added, "I'm fine."

"Obviously there's something to hide..." Owen said in a faint tone while chewing on a piece of beef jerky. He had already taken stock of the various situations Harry might encounter, and the worst possibility was that he was controlled or possessed by Voldemort, which was not a big problem.

"What happened?" Daphne asked. Draco put his ear closer.

"None of us remember what happened just now." Harry shook his head helplessly, raised his right hand to press the scar on his forehead, "It's just that after I regained consciousness, my scar has been hurting..." Like It was burned by a soldering iron, and the scar seemed to be throbbing and throbbing with pain.

"Has it... ever hurt before?" Daphne sat up straight.

"It hurt once in first grade." Harry thought for a moment and said. He always felt that the pain in his scar was related to Voldemort.

"Your situation is unprecedented. I don't know if it's normal for scars caused by magic to hurt again." Daphne held her chin in her hands and suggested with a solemn face, "I think you'd better ask Mr. Dumbledore , this may not be a trivial matter.”

"Maybe this represents some kind of bad signal..." Draco also became serious and stopped exaggerating his expression of pain.

"It may also be a sign of physical problems." Owen threatened with a serious expression, "For example, the curse that was on you back then is finally going to show its terrible effects..."

Listening to a group of people talking more and more seriously, Harry's shoulders trembled and he seemed a little at a loss. He felt that everyone looked at him with worry and pity, as if he would die suddenly in the next moment.

"Oh, you can think more simply. Maybe someone just took advantage of your unconsciousness and flipped your brain off?" Blaise hugged Harry's shoulders carelessly, "Or maybe it's Someone kicked me or something like that.”

Harry gave him a forced smile, and then his eyes were slightly blank, and he once again turned into that wandering look.

Owen observed him thoughtfully for a while, and then heard the footsteps of professors passing behind him in a hurry, and the angry and dissatisfied whisper of Professor McGonagall: "Dumbledore didn't come... He really didn't plan to do anything." do not care?"

The noisy discussion in the auditorium calmed down. Professor McGonagall had a sullen face and pursed her lips tightly, and then briefly told everyone what had just happened, defining the chaos as a serious emotional contagion event.

"It turns out that emotional contagion is becoming more and more intense. Next, we will do our best to find its source." Professor McGonagall announced, "If anyone has relevant clues..." Her eyes looked sternly at the faces of many students. Scanned above: "Please report it to the dean of each college in time to avoid irreversible danger."

Owen nodded. Now that he discovered that Voldemort could use emotional contagion, he had to pay attention and find a way to solve this interesting trouble.

"Today's duel competition is temporarily suspended, and the remaining competitions will be postponed to next weekend." Professor McGonagall paused, "If it can still continue..."

Next, the deans of each college escorted the panicked students back to the lounge. After Professor Snape left quickly, the Slytherin common room exploded, like a glass of cold water poured into a boiling pan of oil, with people expressing their opinions and arguing endlessly.

"I will write a letter to my father, and you just pray that he is willing to send someone to find the culprit soon..." Draco raised his chin arrogantly and said to a group of classmates. After the students surrounding him dispersed, he lowered his voice and said to his friends: "To be honest, I really can't stay in Hogwarts anymore..."

Owen calmly writes and draws on the parchment, his movements are elegant and leisurely, unmoved by the noise around him, like a rock standing quietly in the turbulent tsunami, making people feel peaceful.

After he finished all his weekend homework, it was already evening. The students who were tired of noisy finally closed their mouths, and the lounge returned to silence.

Harry came out hungry after returning to the dormitory for a good night's sleep. He sat uneasily on the armchair next to Owen, watching Owen hesitate to speak, with a hesitant look on his face, and a war between heaven and man in his heart. .

"What's wrong?" Owen took out his wand and rotated it in various patterns on the back of his right hand, his movements smooth and interesting. He had to be wary of the current Harry.

"Owen, I feel like something is really... wrong with me." Harry was silent for a while and then said hoarsely. His face was extremely pale, as if he was seriously ill.

"Oh?" Owen looked him over, "The scar still hurts?"

"Ah, it hurts all the time." Harry said, "But that's not the most important thing..." His expression struggled again, and his hands rubbed each other anxiously.

"The most important thing?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

"I...I..." Harry opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. His pupils were trembling violently, showing a rare look of fear and vulnerability, making people clearly feel his panic.

"If you don't want to say it now, you can think about it for a while." Owen said empathetically. In fact, he was quite curious about what happened to this guy.

Harry pursed his lips in discomfort, suddenly clenched his fists and hammered the table hard, slumped in the armchair with some self-defeat, and said in a light voice: "I don't remember what happened after I was overwhelmed by the emotional contagion. What happened? When I woke up, I always felt that the people and things around me were unreal, and invisible illusions kept flashing before my eyes..."

"Is this why you turned into a goose?" Owen joked.

Harry grinned and gave an ugly smile: "When I was sleeping just now, I had a lot of...dreams. Some very scary dreams. After I woke up, I found myself..."

He said with difficulty: "I found that I suddenly had some terrible memories and learned some things..."

After saying this, he seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, and his expression became smoother: "In those memories, I killed many people and did many bad things... Although they were just messy memory fragments, It's very incoherent, but I saw a bunch of hooded dark wizards, I saw a lot of people screaming in pain because of me, I saw me... I killed my parents..."

Harry's face suddenly became paler, but his eyes widened in despair: "In those memory fragments, I am Voldemort!"

Owen held his chin in one hand and gently stroked his lips with his fingers, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and thirst for knowledge. This situation...is a bit interesting.

"I feel like I turned into a hideous monster, and it's like another person has awakened from my body." Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I suddenly understood some magic, some very scary and cruel things. Magic, most of it is broken, but...very dark..."

He carefully observed Owen's expression, and then fell silent with great uneasiness. He clearly saw that when he said this, a look of eagerness and desire seemed to flash across Owen's eyes. Although it was fleeting, it still made him feel chilly.

Is Owen craving some cruel magic? how could be? Why do you think so?

Looking at Owen's calm eyes and calm smile, Harry had a strange illusion, as if this pale and delicate face would break into pieces of paper at any time.

"Keep talking." Owen urged with dark eyes, and the smile on his lips became deeper. It seems that the simple savior kid was frightened.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, feeling a strange feeling lingering in his heart. He continued resignedly: "Owen, do you think I am a monster? What is the relationship between me and Voldemort? My parents..." A great fear invaded his mind, making his expression extremely ugly. His parents...who killed them?

"Who am I?" Harry fell into deep doubts about life and the world, and his whole person exuded an aura of decadence.

Seeing that the little wizard was almost scared out of his mind, Owen chuckled and said, "I think you think too much. I think the greater possibility is that when Voldemort went to kill you but was killed in return, The two of you have established some kind of strange connection. Perhaps it is through this scar as a medium..."

"Really? That's good..." Harry felt a little more relaxed. He decided to tell this matter, as if he was just waiting for such a word of comfort, hoping that someone could tell him that he was not a monster.

"Of course, what I said is just a guess." Owen suddenly said harshly.

Harry stared at him blankly, looking like he was about to cry.

"How about you tell the others?" Owen pointed at Draco and the others.

Harry shook his head instinctively, not wanting to tell them this. He was afraid that they would fear him, hate him, and alienate him from now on. This was not a delusion, but something that was very likely to happen... Who would want to get close to a dangerous freak?

"Then why did you tell me?" Owen gently stroked the hard wooden tabletop, "Special treatment?"

Harry blinked and said honestly: "Because you know too much." So it doesn't matter if you know a little more.

"When you say this, it makes me feel like you are going to kill someone the next moment." Owen pinched the rapidly rotating wand with two fingers and pouted angrily.

Harry laughed sincerely, and suddenly felt really lightened up, perhaps because he didn't find the slightest trace of rejection in Owen's eyes. Perhaps he chose to confide in Owen because he believed that he would not hate and be afraid of him.

Owen glanced at him as if he was aware of it, took out a blank notebook from his schoolbag and threw it to him: "Write down the magic you suddenly learned. Knowing yourself and the enemy will lead to victory in any battle. Only by thoroughly studying the enemy's magic can you target it. Fight back sexually.”

Harry took the notebook and stared blankly at Owen, who had a natural expression. Are those magics really just to study how to defend and counterattack?

"Okay." He nodded without hesitation. He believed in Owen.

"You should go find Dumbledore tonight." Owen looked away, "Remember to tell him your situation truthfully. I think only Dumbledore can make an accurate judgment and help you solve this problem."

"I will," said Harry. He found that he was now less afraid of telling Dumbledore.

"You're going to be late," Owen said lazily.

"Don't sleep all the time, or you'll become chubby." Harry said, and then ran away without a trace.

Owen lazily held the back of his head. Melete was pecked on the tail by Nyx, and with tears in her eyes, she flew towards him and hit him hard in the stomach.

"Pfft-" Owen spat.