A ruined Hogwarts

After locking himself in the office, Owen yawned tiredly. Although he only stayed up one night, he spent every moment trying to control himself. He was as tired as if he had worked non-stop for three days and three nights.

He squinted his eyes and took a sip of the polyjuice potion. The horrible taste made his face contort, and his mind suddenly became clearer. After eating a plate of fried bacon, sausages and fried toast with quick and elegant movements, he ducked into the back lounge.

The rest room had been blown into a mess by him, but fortunately it was not his own, so he didn't feel bad. He just casually recited a few "Restore as before" spells, then fell down on the restored big bed and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already evening, the sun was half buried under the horizon, and a few owls were flying in the gray-blue sky.

Owen sat up energetically, patted his cheek, cleaned up, walked around the office for a while, and then entered the space facing the wall to take a look.

There are a few lines of writing on the wall filled with white mist, floating there quietly like clouds, and will be ignored if you are not careful:

[The connection point collection interface has been recycled...]

【Connection Points +23】

[The collection mechanism has been upgraded, and the connection point can be used to use the collection interface, which consumes 3 connection points/time. 】

There is a white jade flute leaning against the mantra fax machine placed in the corner of the study. The exquisitely carved patterns give people a gorgeous yet elegant feeling, making people unable to put it down.

Owen picked up the flute and fumbled for a while, and then played a short and beautiful tune. The sound of the flute was leisurely and beautiful, like the ethereal whale's cry, echoing faintly in the silent white mist space. Because no connection points are used, this tune has no special function, it is just a nice tune.

In this process, Owen also fully explored its ability to amplify and spread some of his own emotions to others, but he can use it more flexibly according to his own wishes. The most important thing is that this ability can be used in the real world, although it requires 3 connection points each time.

In other words, if Owen is willing, he can trigger an emotional contagion event in reality at will, and even control the scope of the spread and the intensity of emotions according to his will. This is a good way to stir up people's hearts. If used well, it can play a very important role in certain situations.

Owen stroked the flute in his hand thoughtfully, then looked at his existing 25 connection points. This time he got 23 connection points, which was much more than the 17 brought by the fax machine. It should be because he recycled it later this time. The flute caused more things outside and collected more connection points.

"So, they are all connection point collection ports, or in other words, they collect something and transform it into a connection point." Owen pondered, "So, what exactly do they collect? Magic? Thoughts? Or, in other words, emotions? "

He put the flute back in its place, went to the bookshelf where the research files were stored, took out a file bag on wall-facing space research, and added a few strokes to the paper inside.

He sat on the armchair in front of the desk again, dazed for a while, then opened the drawer on the left hand side and took out a tattered black-covered diary, which was exactly the same as Tom's diary.

Although he is unwilling to make Horcruxes, Owen is very interested in studying Horcruxes. After all, they are rare magical items that touch the realm of the soul. After holding Tom's diary for such a long time, he naturally copied it in the wall-facing space early, consuming only one connection point.

Remembering that when he first tried to copy this diary, he took many precautions, fearing that it would be sensed by Voldemort or interfere with the wall space. But it turns out that he thought too much. The diary is like other living things. After being copied, it becomes mentally retarded and can no longer chat with Owen to relieve his boredom. It becomes like an ordinary notebook.

Of course, most of the characteristics of the Horcrux are still retained, but it has lost its mind like the little nightmare floating around. It is more than enough for research.

Owen held his chin in one hand and tossed the diary back and forth on the desk, making a "snap" sound. The body of the dead muse was stiff at the corner of the table, and its short rabbit feet and long ears trembled with the vibration of the table.

Owen divided the diary in his hand into two, put one back in the drawer, and threw the other on the experimental table. He took out the venom he collected from the basilisk and carefully applied it on a mithril dagger. Then he stared at the diary with malicious intent and stabbed three or six holes in it with his hand quickly.

Accompanied by a "hissing" sound, the powerful venom corroded several large and small blackened holes on the cover of the diary. It seemed that a burst of instinctive confusion and pain came from the diary without causing any waves.

The pages that were originally extremely tough became brittle, and the magic hidden within them completely disappeared.

Owen casually burned the diary to ashes, frowned slightly and fiddled with the messy utensils on the experimental table, sighed softly, and said to himself: "Alas, the collection failed again... It seems that we have to change the research method. "

He perfected the magic fusion experiment again before returning to reality and had a sumptuous dinner in the office. This is the best thing about being a professor. You can summon all kinds of food in the kitchen at any time in the office, and even customize menus for the house elves in the kitchen to cook. This is the biggest thing that Hogwarts professors have in their busy daily work. of comfort.

After finishing dinner slowly, Owen rubbed his hands, took a big sip of polyjuice potion, and with a grimace began to try to summon the dragon... no, summon the Dark Lord.

Since Peter Pettigrew disguised himself as himself and volunteered to deal with the upcoming danger for him, Owen should reciprocate and act as insurance for others.

Well, so as not to expose the secret early, it will be like a chicken flying egg...

This magic to communicate with Voldemort should be a designated summoning spell, which uses its own magic to contact a specific person. Whether the other person is willing to respond depends entirely on the other person's mood.

After reciting the spell, Owen wrung his hands anxiously, his eyes moving around animatedly, and his handsome face looked timid and a little vulgar... I repeat, he is a professional in acting!

The lights in the office dimmed suddenly, and the blazing flames in the fireplace seemed to cast a strange dark light. The temperature suddenly became colder, and the whole room seemed to be filled with something huge and dark.

"I told you, Wormtail, don't disturb me if it's not important." Cold voices sounded from all directions, making it difficult to distinguish the source of the sound. "It seems that you have discovered some important clues."

The voice contained a strong sense of threat and suppressed anger, like a volcano about to erupt or the calm sea before a tsunami.

If you're angry, just be angry. Are you here to vent your anger on me? Owen slandered lively, and then imitated Peter Pettigrew's demeanor and forced out a flattering smile: "Master, Lilith contacted me last night! She sent me a letter!"

"...Where is the letter?"

"It's gone." Owen said in a panic. "It appeared on my desk without warning. After I finished reading it, it burned to ashes...but I wrote down the content of the letter!" It is possible to forge letters. He wasn't going to take the risk of being found out by some magic.

Voldemort said nothing, obviously not surprised.

"The first thing the letter said... was to inform me that I can redeem the pre-ordered elixir in the organization." Owen raised his eyelids cautiously, with a slight tremor in his voice.

"This is a sample." He gently took out a small crystal bottle the size of a small fingertip from the drawer. The bright red liquid inside was surging like water, like clear blood.

It was a small portion of the elixir Owen had forked out, too small a dose to be of any use, but just enough to serve as bait.

"Lilith told me that if I can complete the current task, I can exchange for part of the elixir." Owen reluctantly put the crystal bottle in his hand on the table, swallowed and said, "But, because of the elixir, Due to its rarity, all members must go to the headquarters to receive it by themselves..."

The darkness in the corner was tumbling, as if undergoing drastic changes, and the coldness and anger were even more compelling. Voldemort had long regarded the Philosopher's Stone as his own, and the behavior of the Aether Society was like a slap in the face.

A dark and cold mist extended from the side, circled around the crystal bottle, then wrapped the bottle and flew away. The cold voice said slowly: "It is indeed the elixir of life..."

"Ahem, Lilith also said that the leader of the Aether Society made a breakthrough in research a few days ago." Owen lowered his head meekly and spoke quickly, "She said that in order to avoid delaying the leader's research progress, the plan must We need to speed up, and the deadline for the task has been advanced to the end of this month. Harry Potter must be brought alive to the headquarters before the end of the month..."

"However, she promised to pick us up in time and sent other members to hold Dumbledore down so that we could safely take Potter out of Hogwarts." He added.

"She demanded that Owen Shafik must leave the school with us, let him go to the headquarters for the initiation ceremony, and warned me that I must not bring any other unrelated people with me... It seems that it was because Lockhart invited Shafik on his own initiative Joined the Society and revealed some things about the Society to him, which made Lilith very unhappy.”

"Lilith also told me that the search for the diary and the crown can be put aside for now. Anyway... anyway, the leader has found a locket for study..." Owen showed a confused expression at the right time.

There seemed to be an invisible gust of wind blowing around, and the temperature became even colder. There seemed to be an imperceptible hint of panic in the cold rage.

Voldemort was very angry and a little panicked. His precious Horcruxes seemed to be being found one by one by a mysterious organization like the Aether Society. That is his greatest support! This organization must not continue to exist.

If the temptation of the Philosopher's Stone made him still hesitant about sneaking into the headquarters of the Aether Society, this incident made him completely determined. He must seize this rare opportunity to destroy the Aether Society in one fell swoop! His own Horcruxes were threatened. If he didn't fight against them, what would be the difference between him and a salted fish?

"Are you going to take Owen Shafik with you? I understand..." His tone had a bit of gritted teeth, and he had a unlucky air of swallowing his anger. It's just to let him live a few more days.

"Master, Shafik came to see me again last night, and I got some information from him." Owen continued, with a bit of pride in his tone, "He was very panicked. Although he hid it well, he was still I saw it. He was suddenly very anxious to get the information about the crown and the diary, which was a bit strange."

"Hmph." Voldemort snorted coldly.

If he hadn't absorbed more vitality, sensed the existence of the diary and grabbed the opportunity to grab it, he wouldn't have dared to imagine that the fragment of his soul that he had given away when he was young would have been played around with by the other party like a monkey, and they would still be together. He hatched a plan to lure himself out of the hole... Was he so stupid when he was young?

Being deceived by a little guy made him almost lose his temper. He would like to see what tricks this little thing can play, and he will entertain him well when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help but feel a little hesitant. The plan discussed in the diary between me and Shafik to lure the snake out of the hole was to use the magic stone as bait, fake the identity of the Ethereum Society, and lure myself into a trap... So, is the Ethereum Society that I am now in contact with real? Could it be an illusion created by Owen Shafiq?

"Continue to contact Shafiq and ask him when he came into contact with the Aether Society." He ordered.

Owen pretended to be stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and said: "Well... Shafik revealed last night that he was absorbed into the Society by Lockhart at the beginning of this school year... Lockhart's purpose of entering Hogwarts is Harry Potter, he needed someone to help keep an eye on each other, so he chose Shafiq, who had the closest relationship with Potter..."

“With the elixir of life and the unique knowledge and magic of the Aether Society, he tempted Shafiq to work for him, and also made him promise to provide research funds to the Aether Society. It was this promise that made the leader of the society and Lilith decide to accept him. "Irving said quickly, "They are probably short of funds."

"By the way, there is another very important thing. Shafiq wants to apply for the protection of the Ethereum Society. He said that in the next period of time, he will be targeted and attacked by you. He wants to use himself as bait to lure you Take action and let Aether learn to grasp...and deal with you." Owen said cautiously.

"Is it? lol……"

The darkness rolled, and Voldemort laughed mockingly, then fell into thought. Looking back on all the information he had learned during this period, he finally came to the obvious conclusion: this Aether Society is real!

He has analyzed the whole story!

Everything started when my main soul sneaked into Hogwarts last year. In order to obtain the Philosopher's Stone for perfect resurrection, the main soul possessed the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and came to Hogwarts. In order to obtain a body more conducive to exerting strength, the main soul trained Owen Shafiq as a servant and back-up...

However, due to the intervention of the Aether Society, the master soul's plan failed and he had no choice but to escape from Hogwarts. Perhaps it was also because of some clues left along the way that the Aether Society discovered the secret of his immortality and began to track down his Horcrux...

During this period, Owen Shafiq may have initially come into contact with the Aether Society, and we cannot rule out the possibility that the Master Soul Plan failed because of his obstruction. But no matter what, he couldn't possibly destroy the main soul by himself.

Voldemort was confident and arrogant. He would never believe that he would stumble upon a first-year wizard. Only an ancient and mysterious organization could overturn him! Because of this, he has never doubted the authenticity of the Aether Society organization.

When the time came for this school year, the Aether Society sent Gilderoy Lockhart to Hogwarts, contacted Owen Shafik, and asked him to officially start working for this organization.

Perhaps because of some greedy secret, although Shafiq obtained the diary, he did not tell Lockhart. Instead, he secretly communicated with the soul fragments in the diary and obtained many benefits from it, such as some precious treasures. Magical theoretical knowledge and spells, such as Parseltongue... He fabricated Helbo's lie, intimidated the remaining soul in the diary, and asked him to help find the crown...

A cunning guy who tells lies. Thinking of Owen Shafiq's deception in the Room of Requirement, Voldemort was filled with hatred.

But as the diary was taken away, Shafiq finally became anxious. All his scams were exposed, and his plan to lure the crown under the banner of the Aether Society also failed.

He, Voldemort, will never be fooled again, and will even regard Shafik as a sure-fire target to avenge him for his deception and betrayal, and to eliminate such a person who knows his secret.

So Shafiq changed his plan and decided to seek help from the Ethereum Society, and even cruelly used himself as bait to lure out the crown! But he never imagined that his last hope, Gilderoy Lockhart of the Aether Society, had been replaced by Peter Pettigrew. All his thoughts were completely exposed to the Dark Lord!

Owen Shafiq, the little fox, was completely in the palm of his hand. This wave is stable!

The roiling darkness in the office subsided, with a hint of satisfaction that everything was under control. Voldemort does not doubt the authenticity of the Aether Society that he is now exposed to, because the elixir of life cannot be disguised by Shafiq...

"You tell Owen Shafiq that you agree with his proposed decoy plan and will keep him safe," he said lazily.

"Yes, Master." Owen bowed down respectfully, a faint smile on his lips fleeting.

"I have to think again about the actions of Harry Potter and the Aether Society..." The voices from all directions gradually faded away, and the office returned to silence and warmth.

Owen sat back on the chair, tapped his fingers on the table, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Thanks to Musk Shou for the 100 starting coins~