A ruined Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Owen regained his appearance and dragged Harry away from the common room after breakfast.

The sunshine outside the castle was bright and gentle, adding a lazy warmth to Hogwarts in the early morning. The little wizards walked in twos and threes. Since there were no classes on Sunday, everyone walked at a leisurely pace.

Familiarly avoiding everyone's sight, the two came to the Room of Requirement again.

Standing under the lifelike cat statue, Owen stroked his chin and looked thoughtfully at Harry, who looked confused.

"Is there anything else, Owen?" Harry moved uncomfortably. The scenes in this room last night seemed to still be before his eyes, which made him a little resistant to this room: "Didn't you say that you would let me think about how to perform and come back in a few days?"

Owen shook his head, showed a strange smile, and said in his calm and clear voice as always: "Because a little thing happened last night, I have to advance the plan. So, I'm going to give you a surprise training tonight. There’s a test for you to take.”

"You mean...I'm going to dress up as Voldemort tonight?" Harry swallowed and said uncomfortably, "But who am I going to perform in front of?"

If it was to scare Draco in front of him, Harry said it was totally fine. But if the target was a professor, he was afraid that he would be beaten to death on the spot.

"I won't tell you in advance." Owen raised the corner of his mouth and smiled mysteriously and playfully. "This is also a test for you. To ensure that you remain calm in front of the Dark Lord, you must first be calm in front of everyone. Stay calm."

"You know, the Dark Lord won't be surprised, right?" He sat casually on the armchair, lazily holding his cheek with one hand.

"How do you know he won't..." Harry said in a low voice, and then said without confidence: "I don't know how to pretend to be Voldemort, my secret will be exposed!"

"So I will spend a day teaching you how to act." Owen crossed his arms and said seriously.

He had been hanging out with Voldemort for so long in the first grade, and had come into contact with the diary and the diadem through various means this school year. Combined with his memory of the original work, he thought he knew the guy fairly well. If Irving were to play the role himself, he would have the confidence to get through in front of anyone as long as the other party didn't test him. But if it were Harry...

Therefore, several tests are needed... Owen frowned slightly and considered it in his mind.

In fact, Voldemort appears calm and elegant most of the time, making it difficult for people to understand what is true and what is true. It's not difficult to express this feeling, just pretend to be incomprehensible.

Of course, Voldemort is not a person who can control his emotions well, or as the Dark Lord, he is unwilling and does not need to do so. Therefore, different behaviors should be performed in different situations.

For example, when talking about Harry Potter, you should show greed, prudence, contempt or pride depending on the situation; when talking about Dumbledore, you should show murderous intent and fear; when fighting and When you are angry, you have to be cruel and unbridled...these explicit emotions are not difficult to perform.

What's difficult is the power that naturally comes out of Voldemort, the sense of oppression brought about by long periods of life and death, and the aura that belongs to the Dark Lord.

Owen looked at Harry's confused expression and clear and innocent eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head. It's amazing that this guy can act well.

"Having said that, I still have to give it a try." He muttered to himself, "In the end, it's just a matter of changing the settings."

"Harry, do you remember how I taught you how to behave in front of Mr. Malfoy last time?" Owen came back from his thoughts, looked at Harry and said, "Think about the situation at that time, let's start from this basis Let’s start today’s acting class.”

"Oh..." Harry recalled the situation at that time, straightened his back, his posture became calm, and there was a faint smile on his face.

"Well done." Owen clapped his hands and said with a smile, "On this basis, you have to act more arrogant and cold..."

In the following time, Owen trained Harry's acting skills.

"The expression is colder and stern, but not paralyzed. Harry, think about Professor Snape...please don't look at me with such a confused look, okay?"

"I asked you to show cruelty and madness, why do you have to stare so big?"

"Sneer, not giggle, Harry. You look like Crabbe and Goyle right now..."

"..."

After a long day of special training, Harry stood in the firelight of the fireplace like a puppet, his posture looking elegant and calm. His eyes are deep (actually a bit distracted), his expression is indifferent (slightly paralyzed), and occasionally he smiles with a hint of joking and coldness. When he stares directly at others, you can feel the arrogance in his eyes, and when he is angry, there is a hint of cruelty and madness...

He looks like the Dark Lord, but he only needs to say a few words to keep the secret out. The most important thing is that he lacks the aura that belongs to the Dark Lord, which Harry can't show no matter how hard he tries.

In Owen's view, Harry now behaves more like Tom Riddle in the diary, and he is still far from pretending to be the mature Voldemort.

Harry glanced at Owen unhurriedly, sat calmly on the armchair next to him, and asked softly with a half-smile: "How is it?"

"It's far from it." Owen sighed and tapped the armrest with his fingers, "Am I really out of my mind?"

Harry's expression suddenly fell, and his shoulders slumped. He said with a grimace and a slumped head: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I probably really don't have any acting talent..."

During the teaching process, Irving often gave him examples, but if he couldn't learn it, he just couldn't learn it.

Harry was really frightened by Owen's performance at first. The indescribable sense of malice and oppression seemed to make the surrounding air freeze into ice, making him break out in cold sweat, and even speaking was a little awkward. This made him wonder if Owen was really possessed by Voldemort, and he almost took out his wand and started a fight...

Fortunately, this kind of training was not without effect. At least after getting used to this terrible feeling of depression, he felt that his psychological quality had improved a lot, and he was almost able to ignore this effect.

Owen flipped his hands and took out a pocket watch from somewhere. He opened the delicate silver watch cover and looked at the time. Then he said very calmly: "In this case, we can only settle for the next best thing. You don't need to pretend anymore." Voldemort, but disguised as... yourself controlled by Voldemort."

"Huh?" Harry looked at him blankly.

"Isn't it difficult to pretend to be controlled?" Owen closed the watch cover with a snap and said with a smile, "Although this will make the task a little more difficult..."

"But...then why have I studied for so long?" Harry said with some collapse. He had been tormented by Owen for most of the day! That was simply torture!

"At least it will make you appear calmer in front of the Dark Lord." Owen slammed his palms together. When his palms separated, the pocket watch in his palms had disappeared.

"Listen, as a controlled person, you must manage your expression well. No matter what the situation, you must be calm and calm, with a slightly blank look in your eyes." He said seriously, "The next part is tonight's test content. . I have made several plans for different emergencies, and you should keep them in mind."

Harry shifted nervously in his armchair, listened carefully to Owen's unhurried narration, and memorized the contents firmly in his mind.

"That's about it." After finishing speaking, Owen licked his dry lips and added in a slightly hoarse voice: "When you face that person face to face, the scar on your forehead may hurt, so be careful not to reveal it. And never forget Occlumency."

"Will it hurt?" Harry touched his scar with enlightenment and said excitedly, "Can we find Voldemort tonight?"

Owen blinked and said lazily: "I told you, it's just a small test."

…

The sun quietly set behind the horizon. Looking out from the windows of the castle, the endless black forbidden forest looked like a giant beast crawling in the sky, with an indigo-colored sky hanging above its head.

The young wizards had dinner in the auditorium, and three or five of them returned to their respective common rooms together. The corridors were filled with shouts and shouts.

A petite figure found an excuse to separate from his companions and walked upstairs slowly. He disappeared instantly in a deserted place and passed through the crowd without anyone noticing. Standing in front of Lockhart's office.

Only a few seconds after knocking on the door, the door was opened hastily. The man inside the door looked around timidly, with watery eyes that were lively and timid.

"Master?" He whispered carefully, unable to see the invisible person in front of him.

"Go in and talk." The indistinguishable voices of men, women, children and old people sounded in his ears.

"Lockhart" quickly moved out of the way, waited respectfully for a while, and then closed the door.

The invisible person placed an old-looking diary on the table and said in a commanding tone: "Open it and write your name on it."

Lockhart slumped his shoulders and walked over to pick up the diary. He opened the cover very carefully and wrote "Peter Pettigrew" on the blank first page.

The ink was slowly absorbed into the page, and then a completely different line of handwriting appeared: "No problem."

This sentence was obviously not addressed to "Lockhart". After seeing this line of text, the person who remained invisible relaxed slightly, which meant that there was not much problem with Wormtail in front of him.

But it was still difficult for him to completely trust Wormtail, probably more because his Legilimency didn't work well on the opponent. Because after more than ten years of being a mouse, Wormtail's thoughts that are increasingly similar to those of a mouse are difficult to interpret.

"This diary will tell you how to reply to your letter." He warned coldly, "But you have to understand, Wormtail, I don't want to see any damage to it on your hands."

"Lockhart" said in a sharp voice: "I understand, Master! I will definitely keep it!"

"Then, I allow you to chat with it more. It can give you answers to many questions." The light voice became lower and lower, with a hint of confusion.

The office door was opened and then closed quietly. "Lockhart" held the diary in his hand with great care, and after walking back and forth in front of his desk twice, he said to himself: "Keep it...yes, keep it in the safe..."

He came to the bookshelf in a few steps and put the diary into a dark box. He closed the box door, and the thick enchanted box wall blocked out detection and perception from inside and outside. The extremely strong magic lock clicked and locked tightly.

After doing this, "Lockhart" sat back on his chair and corrected the students' homework carefully, and the office fell silent again.

On the other side, Owen slowly finished a grilled steak, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, and stood up from the table. He moved his arms carelessly, his fingers caressing the top of Draco's head as if unintentionally, and gently pulled out a piece of light blond hair.

Because Owen moved too quickly, Draco raised his hand and scratched his head without feeling, stuffed the last bite of sausage into his mouth, and then said impatiently: "We should go back to the lounge. Stop eating, Crabbe. , Gower.”

"You guys go back first, I have something to do." Harry said, and then slipped away without waiting for anyone to react.

Draco watched Harry's back disappear quickly into the crowd with suspicion, and said in a long tone: "What can he do at this time?"

"Maybe he went to have a private meeting with a fanged servant in the secret room." Blaise shrugged and joked.

"Don't make such a joke, Blaise." Daphne gave him a fierce look, which was not lethal, but very cute.

"Ahem, I have something to do, see you later." Owen also stood up, winking his left eye mischievously at everyone, and then in the blink of an eye everyone disappeared.

"So, what are they doing?" Draco showed his usual disgusted face.

"Could it be a date?" Pansy said with a slight blush on her cheeks.

Everyone turned their heads to look at her in unison, and then looked away uniformly.

…

Owen nimbly walked through the crowd, took a moment to glance at the Marauder's Map in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on a small black dot near Lockhart's office for a moment.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stuffed the Marauder's Map back into his pocket, and caught up with Harry who was waiting for him around a corner.

"Where is that person?" Harry looked a little anxious.

"You stay here, that's the person walking down the stairs against the flow of people." Owen turned his palm, and a glass bottle containing a mud-like liquid appeared in his hand. He tossed the strands of hair from Draco's head into the bottle and watched as the liquid in the bottle tumbled to a dull grayish white.

"Tsk, it's like frog brain fluid, isn't it?" Owen handed the bottle to Harry.

"I don't think it tastes that good anyway." Harry frowned and said curiously, "Is this Polyjuice Potion?"

"Hmm. Hurry up, I'll watch you." After a word of encouragement without hesitation, Owen quickly turned into a classroom and stared at the little black dot representing Harry through the Marauder's Map.

Harry hid where no one could see him, glanced at the liquid in the bottle with some trepidation, then gritted his teeth and poured it into his mouth. The hot liquid slid down his throat. He bent over and gasped in pain. The skin on his hands became paler, and his facial features changed as if they were melting.

After a while, the uncomfortable feeling passed. He took off his glasses, widened his gray eyes, and found that the world in front of him became clearer than ever. His height and body shape haven't changed much, and his shiny black hair has turned into a neat light blonde. He looks like Draco again.

Harry put his glasses into his pocket, scratched his hair with some discomfort, and then stared at the crowd on the stairs.

More and more students have finished their dinner and are walking upstairs together. It has been a long time since anyone dared to be alone at night. Hallways and stairs became crowded and the noise grew louder.

Harry nervously waited for the person to come downstairs, while constantly cheering himself up in his mind.

It didn't take long for him to find his target. With fiery red hair, a delicate face covered with freckles, and a stack of books in her hands - it's Ginny Weasley!

"Is it her?" Harry opened his mouth. It's just that Ginny's expression now looks a little strange.

"No matter who you see, don't be surprised..." Owen's words came to his mind, making him reluctantly calm down. Mentally warning himself not to think too much, he tugged on his robe and walked out of the corner.

Harry just walked quickly with his head down, and bumped into Ginny Weasley who had just squeezed down the stairs. The girl's petite body was unexpectedly strong. She didn't shake even after being hit, but she just dropped a book she was holding in her hand. Harry felt as if he had hit a hard tree trunk, and almost squatted on the ground. He took two steps back before regaining his balance.

The scenes of acting training during the day flashed quickly in his mind. Harry secretly gritted his teeth and raised his head with a sullen face to meet Ginny's eyes. He clearly saw a look of surprise and suspicion flash through those familiar yet unfamiliar brown eyes.

"Observe the first expression she shows when she sees you..." Owen's instructions still seemed to echo in Harry's ears.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't boredom, it wasn't disregard, it wasn't the expression Ginny should have shown when she saw Draco... Harry's heart sank, and he felt the scar on his forehead begin to tingle, beating like a pulse.

He tried his best to control his expression from changing and maintain the state of Occlumency. The plan Owen told him flashed through his mind: If her expression doesn't feel right, try to touch her in the most natural way. hands, but be sure not to actually touch...

Harry glanced at the ground, knelt down and picked up the book that Ginny had dropped. He looked at the girl standing in front of him with a calm and somewhat dazed look, and suddenly thrust the book in his hand back to her.

Seeing that his palm was about to touch the back of Ginny's hand, he was about to take his hand back when he saw the girl in front of him take a step back in a hurry, narrowly avoiding the coming touch, just like Harry's hand It was covered with cactus-like thorns.

"If she doesn't try to avoid your touch, just stop and find an excuse and walk away. On the contrary, if she avoids it, continue to the next step..." Thinking about Owen's words, Harry continued to hold out his hand. The posture of reading a book inside, enduring the severe pain of the scar, looked straight into the other person's eyes.

Ginny slowly stretched out her hand and took the book. The expression on her face looked extremely strange, as if she was wearing a false mask.

"How long are you going to wait here?" Harry said softly, his voice seemed to be floating in the clouds. He maintained a dazed and calm posture, as if he was sleepwalking.

He saw Ginny's eyes suddenly light up with a hint of hidden ecstasy and urgent inquiry. Then the eyes narrowed again, looking sharp and cold, with a frightening pressure, as if they were trying to cut open his brain with their gaze.

Fortunately, after a day of "torture" from Owen, Harry was somewhat immune to this kind of gaze. He glanced at the other party without changing his expression, turned around, and walked slowly into the corner he had just rushed out of.

Ginny did not walk away, but followed Harry closely, looking at him with interest.

This burning look was so naked that it made Harry feel uncomfortable all over. He took a deep breath, secretly pinched the palm of his hand with his nails, and turned around suddenly, with a peaceful smile on his face, but the muscles on his back were tense.

"How long are you going to waste your time here?" He repeated again, using all his strength to prevent his voice from vibrating. An extremely terrifying suspicion was tumbling in his heart, making him want to turn around and run away.

"It won't be long." Ginny said softly, her clear voice with a hissing ending, which sounded strange and mysterious. She asked with great interest: "What's your situation?"

"Short-term control of the mind, not occupation." Harry slowly said what Owen asked him to say in a smooth tone, "This state cannot last for long."

"Can you fully occupy it?" Ginny stared at him and asked eagerly. In the dim light, her expression looked a bit ferocious and terrifying.

"Not necessarily. You know, this body is very special." Harry was so frightened by the distorted expression that he felt cold in his heart. He suppressed his worries about Ginny and some kind of secret fear, and said in as calm a tone as possible. .

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he frowned slightly, showing a struggling expression, and hurriedly said: "We don't have much time. Let's talk another day."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his eyes, kept his expression unchanged, and walked towards the corridor outside. He was relieved in his heart, but just a few words of conversation made him feel out of breath.

"Wait." Ginny's voice sounded behind him.

Harry paused, his heart suddenly lifted, but fortunately the pain from the scar helped him stay quite awake and calm.

"Why are you pretending to be like this?"

This question is not beyond the scope! Harry suddenly put his heart back in his stomach, chuckled and said, "Investigating an interesting little thing."

With the glare on his back, he walked into the crowd step by step. When he could no longer feel the gaze behind him, he dared to relax a little, and then he realized that the palms of his hands were completely soaked with sweat.

He pressed the scar on his forehead that was still aching, not daring to let down his guard and followed the crowd for a long time before he saw Owen waving to him from behind a corner.

"How's it going?" Owen's quiet and deep black eyes shimmered with curiosity.

"It's Ginny!" Harry immediately lost all pretense and acting skills and walked around restlessly. He and Ginny had become good friends, and he was genuinely worried about her at this time.

"Is she being controlled? No, this is more like Ron Weasley's state at that time." He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Voldemort!"

"Tell me about your conversation." Owen just said slowly.

Harry stared at Owen, who had an indifferent expression, for a long time until his eyes began to dry up. He took several deep breaths and then explained the previous details in detail.

"She recognized you from the beginning, even if you were pretending to be Draco." Owen closed his eyes, "Moreover, she avoided your hand, which means she already knew that your touch would Cause harm to her.”

"Yes, how did he recognize me?" Harry said belatedly, "No! It was the Aether Society that I was afraid of touching, right? Didn't Dumbledore say that Voldemort had nothing to do with the Aether Society? "

"He can really feel it..." Owen didn't answer him, just muttered in a low voice. Although he was prepared for this, he still felt a little disappointed.

The most important purpose of this test is to verify this. The remnant soul in Harry's body was partially awakened, and Voldemort in the crown might have a special response - this has now been confirmed.

This means Owen can't pretend to be Harry, and Harry can't pretend to be someone else.

Moreover, Voldemort was wary of Harry's touch, which meant that Harry's face-hugging attack was difficult to use as a trump card against him.

"But it's not without good news. It's feasible for Harry to pretend to be under control." Owen then thought a little playfully, "Of course, it's not ruled out that Voldemort has discovered the problem and is just taking advantage of the situation... Well, still We have to confirm it in other ways, let’s start with Wormtail.”

"Owen, what should we do? Ginny..." Harry's words interrupted his thinking.

"Pretend that nothing happened for the time being and wait for the final drama." Owen narrowed his eyes and smiled, but his expression seemed a little indifferent, "Ginny's situation is the same as Ron Weasley's. We acted rashly. It will only kill her. You know, Voldemort didn't want to let Ron go. It was Dumbledore who saved him in time, but he may not be able to be saved this time."

Harry nodded sadly and said frustratedly, "Can I tell Dumbledore about this?"

"Whatever." Owen said casually.

Seeing Harry's lost expression, Owen shook his head, with a relaxed expression and walked towards the common room with his hands behind his back.

Because it is difficult to hide his own special characteristics, today he exchanged identities with Peter Pettigrew again, letting the other party have access to the diary, and successfully hid it from Tom. In the next period of time, Peter Pettigrew will also communicate with the diary, and Owen will send a few letters every night.

"Finally I can be a student again." He thought a little briskly.

Being a professor is much busier than being a student. (End of chapter)