A ruined Hogwarts

"By the way, it seems that there have been no more emotional contagion incidents this week?"

Under the light green light of the lounge, Blaise mentioned it casually. He was playing a handful of playing cards in various ways, and the Queen of Spades on the card was staggering and almost rolled his eyes.

"Ha, let's find another trick from Ou Wen later. I think I'm almost ready!" He proudly opened the cards in his hand and used them as a fan to fan the wind. The furious Queen of Spades finally couldn't bear it anymore, threw the flower in her hand, and then exploded with a "bang", blowing Blaise into disgrace.

Daphne moved smoothly to avoid the aftermath of the explosion, and took care of the "Wizard Fashion" magazine in her hand. She smiled and said: "After all, emotional contagion has become dangerous. Maybe the professors solved it in time."

She frowned again and murmured in a low voice: "Speaking of which, is it popular in the fashion world to hang toads on your ears? Isn't it too advanced..." She raised her hand and pinched her small, fair hair. The earlobes and cheeks puffed up somewhat suspiciously, indicating that they could not understand this aesthetic.

"I just want to know when the strict safety regulations in school will be lifted. It's so annoying." Draco said slowly. He stared sharply at the wizard chessboard, fighting with Goyle inextricably.

You haven't competed in a few days, and your chess skills have actually improved secretly. You are truly worthy of it, Gower. Draco looked at Goyle's honest face and dull eyes, and his competitive spirit burned brightly.

"Ah wu--" Crabbe took a bite of a small cake, causing Goyle to cast an envious look.

"The heir hasn't been caught yet. I'm afraid the safety regulations won't be lifted for a while..." Pansy cherishedly stroked the signed record of a handsome band lead singer and replied without complaint after hearing this.

"Tch, damn heir... Although the duel match can also kill time, the Quidditch match is canceled and it's still boring to death." Draco muttered again.

Today's second round of duel competition went smoothly. Everyone in the study group performed very well and advanced to the next round as expected. At the same time, a group of outstanding students with outstanding dueling abilities emerged from each grade, attracting a lot of attention. Well, at least the Weasley twins' secret bets were getting more and more popular.

"But... Harry has been acting weird lately." Draco suddenly said quietly, turning to look at the sleepy panda-eyed Harry.

Blaise stroked his dusty afro, raised his head and looked at Harry carefully for a while, then nodded and said, "Indeed, something has become wrong with Harry since that collective amnesia..."

"Huh? Is...is it?" Harry's eyes widened suddenly and he hesitated a few times. Secretly, he didn't want to tell them that he was facing the crisis of being controlled by Voldemort. Why bother? There is nothing they can do about it, they are just worried in vain - either for themselves or their friends.

He no longer wanted to and could not waste his energy on other things.

Blaise narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry, who was feeling guilty and short of breath, as if he understood everything: "I know, you must be..."

Harry swallowed, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Did he see through it?

"Unrequited love!" Blaise clapped his hands with a "pop" sound.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in the chair, and rolled his eyes speechlessly. The terrible magic in his mind began to flow out... He really wanted to sew Blaise's broken mouth back, but it was bloody and bloody. Not very hygienic...

Um? Isn’t this idea wrong? It's over, it's over, I'm dirty...

Harry slumped instantly, like a dried salted fish, and his dull eyes instinctively looked towards the position in front of the fireplace. Owen... Owen is missing again!

This guy is not only hot and cold at times, mysterious and sneaky, but he also doesn’t keep his word!

A burst of anger rushed up, making him energetic again.

He had already planned to go to Dumbledore and ask him to get a hold of himself if he felt he was really losing control. If Dumbledore really didn't care about him, he would let the basilisk petrify him, since Voldemort wouldn't be able to take advantage of him anyway. But before that, he must beat Owen up!

Harry couldn't help but fantasize about kicking Owen over and then kicking Owen until the other person cried and begged for mercy, and the expression on his face gradually swayed.

At this time, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Owen's smiling face that deserved a beating. Well, the fist is hard.

"Don't you want to talk to me? Come with me." Owen raised his eyebrows with a faint smile on his face.

The little leopard-like cat swooped over, jumped into his arms with a "meow", and rubbed its head against his chest. The black-feathered bird with bumps all over its body ran over with a step that it didn't recognize, stood on his feet, raised its head and gave him a sweet chirp.

Owen held one in each hand, turned around and left.

"Oh, here we come." Harry slowed down a few beats, stood up and followed behind.

The others who were left behind stared at their backs with suspicion, and exchanged glances with each other: "There is indeed something fishy."

"So, Harry's unrequited love is... Owen?" Blaise said seriously, rubbing his chin.

"Brace, I think it's time for you to wash your mind." Draco said with a dark face, accidentally making a wrong move. His chess pieces dropped their weapons and started to strike, leaning on their hips and yelling curses at him.

"Actually...it's not impossible." Pansy said, covering her red cheeks.

Daphne stared at her with her blue eyes for a while, then silently pushed the fashion magazine in her hand to Pansy, causing her to immediately divert her attention and start commenting on the pictures in the magazine.

…

"What are you going to say to me?" In the dark and long corridor, Harry stared at Owen's thin but upright back and said with a straight face. The sound echoed in the dead corridor, like the hollow whispers of ghosts.

"Oh, are you angry?" Owen's voice came faintly, with a playful smile.

"You just knew?" Harry shot back angrily. Can't he be angry with a guy who doesn't mean what he says?

"Tsk." Owen smiled and shook his head. He finally found time to come back to arrange Harry's affairs and let Peter Pettigrew, who was dressed as him, hide in a remote place... This is considered very sincere, right?

"How are you feeling lately?" he asked casually, gently stroking Melete's soft hair with his palms. Looking at Mao Lizi's round golden eyes, his heart gradually softened.

"I'm angry!" Harry replied, and then he realized that Owen was asking about something strange about him. He rubbed his panda eyes and his shoulders suddenly slumped: "It's okay. At least I'm still myself now...I haven't felt out of control yet, and my memory hasn't been fragmented."

"I have been writing a diary every day these days, recalling and writing down what I did throughout the day. It has been going on for five days now." He said seriously, clasping his fingers.

Owen turned to look at him in surprise. When did this guy become so reliable?

Seeing the disbelief in Owen's eyes, Harry snorted and his eyes drifted to the side. Although he usually didn't like doing these troublesome things, when he might be controlled by the Dark Lord to hurt people around him, he had to think more and force himself to become mature.

"Well done." Owen said with a smile, "If I were you, I would choose to do the same."

He turned his head and glanced at Harry, who was still having trouble, and chuckled: "Don't you always want to track down the Horcruxes with me? As you wish, starting tonight, I will take you to truly participate in my plan. middle."

Harry's eyes lit up, and he instantly forgot Owen's hot and cold mood in the past few days. His mind was filled with scenes of destroying the diadem with Owen, finding the diary, and defeating Voldemort.

"Before that, I need to confirm with you one last time. Do you really want to get involved in my world?" Owen turned around and stared at him calmly, asking in a gentle and melodious voice. Those black gem-like eyes seemed to turn into deep black whirlpools, with a bewitching charm, but also seemed to hide a fatal danger.

Harry was a little embarrassed, but he still said without hesitation: "Of course."

"I hope you won't regret it." Owen smiled slightly, looked at him deeply, turned around and continued walking forward, his gentle voice floating in the air: "Then, I will gradually open up part of myself to you. , Harry."

"Why should I regret it?" Harry blinked in confusion, and then followed him: "Where are you taking me?"

"We need a place where we won't be disturbed," Owen said casually, "Grab my robe."

Harry reached out and grabbed the corner of Owen's clothes, watching him wave his wand and disappear into the darkness with him.

Following Owen through several shortcuts, Harry looked at the familiar surroundings and whispered, "Is this on the eighth floor?"

"Yeah." Owen walked straight through the two corridors and stopped in front of a plain white wall.

Harry looked with interest at the moth-eaten tapestry on the opposite wall, which showed a silly Barnabas trying to teach a troll how to dance ballet, only to be held down and beaten.

He followed Owen back and forth three times next to the white wall, and was surprised to see a very smooth door appear out of thin air on the white wall.

Owen held the copper handle, opened the door, and took the lead in walking in. Inside is a spacious and empty room with gorgeous sculptures carved on the walls. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, two armchairs beside it, and a row of bookshelves against the wall. On the other side of the room were torches and several dummies for practicing spells.

"Here is..." Harry looked around curiously.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement." Owen glanced at the gorgeous and exquisite fireplace with satisfaction and said with a smile, "This is a secret room, and few people know about it. You can come to it when you need it. , it will always suit your heart.”

As he spoke, he put down Melete and Nyx, who were twisting restlessly in his arms, and watched the cats and birds chasing and playing on the patterned floor.

"Is this your secret base?" Harry looked around with bright eyes, feeling sincerely happy that Owen could tell him such an important secret.

"That's right." Owen tilted his head noncommittally. Although his real secret base was also in the Room of Requirement, it was not the room they were in.

"Then what are we going to do next?" Harry geared up, looking high-spirited, and his spirit, which had been sluggish in the past few days, was revived.

During this period, he had tried every method he could think of to find Voldemort's Horcrux, but to no avail. He hoped that Owen could give him some advice, even if it was just to give him a direction, it would be much better than searching around aimlessly on his own.

"I do have a plan." Owen put his hands behind his back and smiled meaningfully, "I have prepared a wonderful show for the Dark Lord. Now, I want to invite you to be a part of it."

Harry nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, staring at him with burning eyes.

"Very good. Then, your next performance determines what role you will play in this scene."

Owen walked slowly around the room with his hands behind his back, admiring the sculptures on the walls. His clear and gentle voice echoed ethereally among the walls: "Actually, I also arranged a role for you in the original script. , although there are not many scenes, but it is safe enough."

He glanced at Harry, who looked unconvinced, and spread his hands with a helpless expression: "It's a pity, because the Dark Lord did some little tricks on you, making it impossible for you to stay out of it. My plan was ruined. It’s a mess, and I have to arrange for you to become the main character in this drama.”

"How could I stay out of it? Do you think Voldemort's affairs have nothing to do with me?" Harry's eyes widened. "Voldemort has always wanted to kill me, and I can't let him go! He still wants to control me now! And that prophecy……"

"Yes, you really have no way out now." Owen said with a smile, "Then, Harry, answer me. In order to defeat him, do you have the determination and courage to risk everything?"

Harry said without hesitation: "Of course."

Owen looked at him seriously for a while, shook his head, and his suddenly accelerated speaking speed seemed to torture his soul: "Can you guarantee that you can keep your expression straight when you face him face to face?"

Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out. He felt that he really couldn't do it. He had too much hatred and anger towards Voldemort, as well as hidden fear...

"Can you accept using some magic that is unacceptable to you in the process of dealing with him?" Owen asked ruthlessly.

Harry looked repulsed. He couldn't help but think of the cruel images and terrible curses that had been appearing in his dreams these days...

"Do you dare to bet your life in this duel where you will die if you make the slightest mistake?" Owen looked at him indifferently.

Harry couldn't help but take a step back and slumped in the armchair, falling into a deep silence.

"See, you're far from determined and far from ready," Owen said softly.

He no longer paid attention to Harry, who had his head lowered and fell into autism, and took steps to chase Melete away. In order to avoid Nyx's life-and-death entanglement, Melete jumped lightly onto the base of a huge stone statue, casting a seductive look at Owen with her cute golden cat eyes.

Owen looked up at the lifelike stone sculpture of a cat, his sapphire eyes shining brightly in the firelight. He ignored the free-range chicken that was rubbing his ankle to gain attention. He climbed up as nimbly as a big human-shaped cat, spun around and sat on the stone base of the cat statue, hugging the cat nives along the fur. .

For a moment, the room fell into silence, leaving only the slight sound of the flames burning. Harry was thinking about life, Owen was busy petting the cat, Melet was purring and enjoying the petting, and Nyx was jumping angrily.

After about ten minutes, Harry slowly raised his head, with a determined expression on his young face. He looked up at Owen, and his tone was unexpectedly calm: "Maybe I don't dare to risk everything, but I will learn to do so."

"Will you teach me, Owen?"

Owen held his chin in his hand and stared at him seriously for a while, with an inquiring look in his eyes. Melete also stared at the other party curiously, as if watching a little mouse jumping out of a mouse hole. With some disgust and some interest, Nyx opened his beak and spit out a few black sparks.

It wasn't until Harry was staring at Harry that he was worried about what was going to happen, that Owen reluctantly said with satisfaction: "I hope so."

"Then, it's time to get to the main topic of today." (End of chapter)