A ruined Hogwarts

Under the bright silver light, Owen was rubbing the cat's head angrily. The hair on his body was wildly sticking out, and his neck was stuck in the gap between the armchair and the table. His two sharp claws were pulling at each other, trying hard to pull out his head.

"Do you still dare to make trouble? Huh?" Owen said in a threatening tone with a faint smile on his lips.

How dare you! Melet looked at him aggrievedly, her ears turned into airplane ears, and her head shook like a rattle.

How dare you! Nyx's sharp and powerful claws drew several deep white marks on the floor, and he spit out a small mouthful of flame and burned a chair leg.

After Owen finally finished educating the two rebellious little cuties, he continued to think about Harry.

Judging from Harry's performance, he did not seem to be manipulated, otherwise he would not have told Owen about his abnormality. If what Harry said was true, he was cheating. He might have been stimulated by something, activating the fragments of Voldemort's soul in his body, and obtained some very fragmented memories and some knowledge of black magic...

Of course, this is just Harry's own words, and the possibility that he has been controlled or possessed cannot be ruled out. But it's easy to judge, as long as Owen can confirm it when he goes back to see the principal next time. If Harry was really being manipulated, he would never tell Dumbledore about his situation, unless Voldemort finally lost his mind and wanted to inform his greatest enemy of the secret of his immortality.

"You won't cheat like this, right? How will the other unlucky guys deal with it..." Owen shrank on the chair, his cheeks bulging slightly. But then I thought about it, as long as Harry wrote down the magic in his mind, wouldn't it be delivered to his door? Owen doesn't care if there are traps hidden in this knowledge. Anyway, he will verify it several times in the wall-facing space.

He put aside Harry's problem for the moment and began to prepare to solve his own crisis.

His current situation was very dangerous, especially after the diary was taken away. He was sure that Voldemort would hate him to the core. The addition of such a hidden enemy in Hogwarts made Owen passive. After all, he could only be a thief for a thousand days, but there was no way to guard against thieves for a thousand days. With such a hidden danger staring at him, he might not even be able to sleep well.

This may also be the reason why Voldemort did not take advantage of the chaos to deal with this unstable factor today, because there was no need to waste such a good opportunity on Owen. If Voldemort, who is hiding in the castle, wants to control or kill someone, he will always have countless opportunities, whether by calculation or not.

What's more, something abnormal has appeared on Harry, and it's difficult to judge whether it is credible now. If Owen didn't want to be strangled to death on the bed while sleeping one day, he had to resolve this matter early.

"Tsk, Melete, Nyx, come with me." Owen stood up, stuffed the homework on the table into his schoolbag, returned to the dormitory and took out a black cloth parcel from the suitcase at the foot of the bed. Then he picked up his cats and free-range chickens and went out.

After carefully putting on a three-piece suit for a night out, Owen walked along the dark passages and stairs, walked out of the damp and cold dungeon, and then climbed to the third floor.

I didn't meet anyone along the way, and now everyone in the castle was in panic, and no little wizard dared to run out at this juncture. Of course, fortunately, most of the students had no memory of losing control and did not suffer the strong shock of being surrounded by zombies. Therefore, although the young wizards were a little frightened, they were not frightened to the point of wanting to drop out of school.

"Melet, do you feel anything strange?" Standing far in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Owen whispered to the cat nives who was lying obediently in his arms.

Melete, who was also invisible, twitched her little nose, wiggled her big ears, and then rubbed Owen's cheek, telling him that she found no problem.

Nyx also moved restlessly, stretching his neck.

Owen placed them on the ground, took out his wand, and then stepped forward and knocked on the office door.

"Who is it?" There was a sound of clinking bottles and cans, as well as confused grunts coming from the office.

Owen touched his throat, adjusted his voice, and imitated Professor Flitwick's voice and said: "It's me, Gilderoy. I'm here to discuss the issue of emotional contagion with you... Didn't you say last semester that you would be quick? Can you find the source? Let's discuss a solution, you know, this problem can't be postponed any longer."

"Oh...oh, okay." The voice inside the door hesitated. Peter Pettigrew cursed in his mind, Lockhart was an arrogant man who always liked to take matters into his own hands despite his incompetence, and finally let him clean up the mess...

A burst of footsteps came from far and near in the office, and with a click, the office door was opened. "Lockhart" stood in front of the door with his robes a little disheveled. He stared blankly at the invisible corridor outside the door for a moment.

"There's a problem!" This thought just flashed through his mind, but it was too late to respond.

Owen, who had already taken a posture, released a silent stun spell, and a beam of red light hit "Lockhart's" handsome face at close range. With a "pop", the other party fell to the ground and passed out.

Owen entered the door calmly and naturally, and closed the door behind him. His invisible body rippled like water, gradually returning to its original color. Melete and Nyx stayed at his feet, looking curiously at the cluttered room.

The office was filled with the sweet smell of biscuits, and many sundries were placed in a mess. There was a smelly sock hanging on the corner of the desk, and the photos belonging to Lockhart on the wall were all rolled up. The air was so hot that it made people feel irritated, and some parchment papers were scattered on the table.

Owen quickly looked around and waved his wand to check, but found no hidden dangers or traps. He looked down at the unconscious person for a while, his pale white lips pursed slightly, his expression cold and ruthless, and his black eyes filled with ominous black mist.

"Out of body," he said, pointing to "Lockhart."

The numb feeling connected to his fingers along the wand, and the long-awaited feedback made him curl his lips in pleasure. He waved his wand briskly, like an elegant music conductor waving his baton, and everything on "Lockhart" flew out like little birds, lining up in a row on the ground next to him.

Owen slowly squatted next to him and put the black cloth package he was carrying in his left hand by his feet. He then stretched out two fingers to pick through the debris on the ground with some disgust, and pulled out a large bag containing a handful of it. A small bag of blond hair, several bottles of fluorescent green Polyjuice Potion, a wand, and a pendant with the eye pattern of the Aether Society.

He put these things aside, then woke up Peter Pettigrew, who maintained the appearance of Lockhart, and asked many things from him.

For example, today's incident at the Quidditch pitch, Peter Pettigrew only knew that the Dark Lord would take advantage of the duel competition to cause trouble, but he did not know the specific content and followed the order to paddle aside.

Another example is some of the things the Dark Lord told him before, as well as the special magic that needs to be used to get in touch with the Dark Lord.

Peter Pettigrew answered Owen's questions humbly and submissively throughout the whole process, and then stood by the door with a respectful expression. The face belonging to Lockhart rarely became gentle and peaceful, and he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"The Imperius Curse is so useful." Owen couldn't help but sigh again. If this magic were used during the interrogation of a prisoner, Legilimency and Veritaserum, which might have been blinded and misled, had no competition at all...well, it was the Unforgivable Curse.

But the Unforgivable Curse is really convenient and easy to use...

Although he was very reluctant to learn it... The smile at the corner of Owen's mouth deepened a little, and a faint malice flashed in his eyes. He lowered his eyes slightly, took out two thermos bottles from the black package he brought, and unscrewed the bottle caps one by one. The thick dark brown liquid contained inside was gurgling.

Some time ago, he took the time to brew several pots of polyjuice potion at the same time in the Room of Requirement. The required medicinal materials came from the supply of Shafiq's potion shop, and he took some of them over.

Owen flicked his fingertips, and a thin silver blade appeared in his hand, shining sharply under the light. He cut off some of his hair with a razor blade and threw them into one of the thermoses. The dark brown liquid in the bottle boiled, bubbled, and finally turned into a deep purple-black color with strange foam.

"Tsk, it doesn't look very tasty." Owen blinked with pure curiosity in his eyes. The color and taste of Polyjuice Potion varied from person to person, and he wanted to know what his own Polyjuice Potion tasted like.

Just give it a try if you're curious, no need to hesitate. Owen took out a piece of wood from his cuff, cleaned it, dipped it in the potion, then stuck out his tongue and licked it gently.

He frowned, smacked his lips, and then spat on a tissue. It tastes like a mixture of licorice and mint, with a bitter taste, which is... quite refreshing.

"Eh? I always thought I was hot and sour." Owen raised his eyebrows and waved away the cats and birds that were eagerly circling the potion.

"Meow~" Melete called. Why hot and sour?

"Probably because I want to eat hot and sour noodles." He prefers hot and sour noodles.

Owen licked his lips. After seeing that Peter Pettigrew had just returned to his original appearance, he handed the thermos bottle to the other party and said with a smile: "Drink it. From today on, you will play the role of Owen Sands." Fick.”

This is how he copes. Since you can't guard against Voldemort's possible attacks anytime and anywhere, let the other person be you, and let yourself be the other person.

When Owen asked Peter Pettigrew to pretend to be Lockhart, it was not really so that Pettigrew could continue to work for Voldemort. This identity was originally prepared for himself, but he just let Pettigrew use it for the time being.

Before that, he was not in a hurry to exchange identities. He was preparing to prevent Voldemort from attacking Peter Pettigrew and using the crown to completely control this servant. At that time, Irving will have no choice but to break up with the opponent in advance, which is inconsistent with the plan.

However, judging from Voldemort's behavior, he never chose to control a professor. In other words, he may not have the ability to control adult wizards, or may not be willing to spend greater costs to control them. Today's chaos proves this.

In addition, Owen had previously used the "resonance" spell he learned from Tom to investigate and confirmed that the remaining influence of the Horcrux Crown on Peter Pettigrew had completely disappeared, so that the truth would not be revealed.

So, now it's time to swap identities.

Owen first took out a bright green robe from the cabinet nearby, cleaned it inside and out several times with a cleaning spell, and then put it on himself.

Then he took out a blond hair belonging to Lockhart and threw it into another thermos flask, and the potion turned fluorescent green. He shook the bottle in his hand and took a long drink.

Well, it tasted like leather shoe soles boiled into sauce, with shoe polish added as a seasoning... Owen's handsome face wrinkled into a bun, and he pinched his nose before swallowing it with difficulty.

Immediately, he felt that his internal organs were boiling, as if there were several living snakes writhing in his body. A burning feeling spread rapidly from the stomach through the body, reaching to the fingers and toes, and a melting feeling was terrifying.

Owen gasped uncomfortably. He saw that his palms began to enlarge, his arms lengthened and thickened, his shoulders began to stretch, and his height began to rise, accompanied by a painful feeling of bone growth. The overly large robe gradually became more fitting, the smooth and shiny black hair turned into brilliant golden curls, the soft and delicate cheeks also gained angular shapes, and the facial features took on another look...

Suddenly, all pain and change stopped. Owen straightened up with difficulty and gasped for breath for a while. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

He walked unnaturally to the mirror. His sudden height made him uncomfortable, and it took him a while to adjust. He looked at himself in the mirror, carefully combed his golden hair, smoothed the wrinkles on his robes, and then showed Lockhart's signature smile, with a row of neat teeth shining.

Watching other people's faces in the mirror changing their movements and expressions according to his own thoughts, Owen felt very strange and novel. He touched his chin and whispered with a smile: "Then, I am Gilderoy Lockhart."

Lockhart had taken turns, and now it was his turn.

Irving carefully gives this key identity a triple meaning. From now on, he is both Owen Shafik, Gilderoy Lockhart, a member of the Aether Society, and Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort's loyal servant!

Well, this is crucial.

Owen looked at Peter Pettigrew aside, who had transformed into him, standing there with a meek expression. Tilting his head and looking at this dumbfounded self, Owen finally resisted the urge to pinch the other person's cheek - this is Peter Pettigrew, a sloppy short fat man, don't be fooled by his appearance!

Melete and Nyx walked around him in amazement, sniffing and sniffing from time to time, and then walked around Peter Pettigrew, with strange expressions on their cat and bird faces.

Owen stuffed his wand into his cuff, picked up the wand that originally belonged to Lockhart that he had obtained from Peter Pettigrew, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, and then stuffed it into his robe pocket. He took another wand out of the package and handed it to Peter Pettigrew.

He would not give his wand to anyone else to use. He got this wand during the summer vacation, and he carefully carved and modified it. The appearance looks exactly like his own wand, but it does not affect the function of the wand and can be used normally.

After taking out a set of his own clothes from the package and giving it to the other party to change into, Owen looked around Pettigrew. After confirming that there were no flaws, he spent the next hour or so explaining to the other party how to disguise himself. .

There is no way, Peter Pettigrew is not good at acting at all, and it is easy to reveal his secrets in front of acquaintances. Owen could only teach him step by step and tell him to remain silent or indifferent in situations where he didn't know how to deal with it.

After talking a lot, Owen waved his hand and made the other party disappear and leave. Then he told Melete and Nyx: "In the next period of time, you will stay with him, help me keep an eye on him, and help him cover at critical moments. Don't let him reveal his flaws. Please Oh."

He clasped his hands together, his expression sincere and hopeful.

"Meow." Melete raised her head high.

"Chirp!" Nyx called out crisply and rolled his eyes maliciously.

The two little guys rushed out of the house and were out of sight in the blink of an eye.

Owen closed the door with a smile, carefully cleaned up the office, then sat behind the desk, threw a few bags of Peter Pettigrew's peanut cookies in the corner, and casually flipped through the thick pages on the desk that he had not yet started grading. A few thick stacks of homework.

Owen frowned as he looked at the uncorrected homework accumulated from three classes. Peter Pettigrew is a terminal procrastinator!

Thinking about it now, he will not only be a professor in the future, responsible for teaching and correcting homework, but also a student, carefully completing his homework in various subjects, because Peter Pettigrew can't imitate his handwriting... the workload will be even greater. .

Owen rubbed his brows, found a few letters written by Lockhart from the drawer, pulled out a piece of white paper and began to imitate the handwriting carefully.

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Harry hurried through the empty and dark passage, the patter of footsteps making him feel uneasy, as if someone was following him.

After quickly getting into the common room, he breathed a sigh of relief and went straight to the front fireplace and sat down next to Owen.

Owen was silently looking at the flames in the fireplace. His whole body was meticulous, from his robe to his hair, and his body was sitting upright.

"I told Dumbledore what happened to me." Harry went straight to the point and frowned tightly. "Dumbledore told me that this is a terrible magic. As time goes by, I may I will be influenced by Voldemort, and I will even be unable to help but do some very bad things... I must seize the time to destroy the Horcrux so that I can return to normal."

"Oh." Owen nodded.

Harry twitched his lips and continued, "I will sort out all the magic in my mind in the next two days."

"Oh." Owen responded calmly.

Harry:? ? ? Why are you so cold to me all of a sudden?

This hot and cold, capricious attitude... is really making me bald.

Harry hugged his homework tightly.

Thank you Baba Babatola for gifting Irving the Oscar trophy, thank you for your support!