A ruined Hogwarts

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Owen leaned against the wall and yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily and looking at the ceiling in confusion.

Harry was tied up into a rice dumpling by the confinement spell he had released, and was humping like a caterpillar on the floor. While struggling, Harry glared at Owen with his emerald green eyes.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was in a mess, with all kinds of situations happening and shouting and screaming happening all the time. Professor "Lockhart", who had been busy cleaning up the mess of the students throughout the class, breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly announced that get out of class was over, and then trotted out of the classroom in dejection.

"Really, I thought Lockhart had become a little more reliable these days." Blaise was trying to repair his robe that was torn in half. He looked up at the professor's hurriedly escaping figure, shrugged and said, "However, in this class he showed his true colors again."

"At least he forgot to give him his homework." Draco crossed his shoulders in a handsome pose, without any sense of being the culprit of ruining Blaise's robe.

Owen yawned again, his pale and delicate face looking almost transparent in the sunlight coming from the window. He narrowed his eyes and waved his wand, loosening the rope around Harry.

"Thank God, I'm sorry you remembered to untie me." Harry got up from the ground full of resentment.

"I'm training your ability to break free from restraints on your own." Owen closed his eyes and said in a lazy voice, "You make me very disappointed."

"I'll just assume what you said is true." Harry said with a dark face.

After following the bustling crowd out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and rushing to the auditorium to enjoy a sumptuous dinner, Owen finally recovered from the lack of sleep and rushed to the Room of Requirement alone as usual. His friends were not surprised either.

Three days have passed since the day he returned to his own life. Owen has been sending letters to Peter Pettigrew at the frequency of two or three letters every night. Using his fictitious identity of "Lilith", Owen has been serious and solemn through the letters. They discussed with each other the plan to capture Harry Potter.

After having the guidance of the diary, the letter sent by Peter Pettigrew didn't feel out of place. In his letters, he always mentioned Hogwarts' current lack of defenses, intentionally or unintentionally, emphasizing that the best opportunity to take action was recently, and proposed a simple and crude plan. Although there were no twists and turns, straightforward plans often Easier to succeed, or so it seems.

Lilith is inclined to accept this plan and is currently analyzing it based on known intelligence.

Well, Owen delayed for some time and planned to take this opportunity to strengthen himself first.

After several months of research and improvement, coupled with Grindelwald's answers to questions and answers, Owen finally made a breakthrough in the magic fusion experiment. He spent two days and tested it seven times in the wall-facing space, and the final results were all successful, and there were no unacceptable side effects.

So tonight he decided to complete the magic fusion experiment in reality.

After walking back and forth three times along the white wall in front of the Room of Requirement, a dark black door appeared. Owen pushed the door open and walked in. Inside was a room similar to a laboratory.

This is his real secret base at Hogwarts, with everything in the room.

Facing the door is a row of bookshelves, with the books on them neatly arranged from high to low according to type, which looks pleasing to the eye.

On the left hand side is a row of cabinets, which store various herbal medicines, finished potions, alchemical materials and alchemical items in categories, as well as some magic props, sundries and a wardrobe. In the wardrobe are several black hooded items. cloak.

On the right side of the room is the experimental area, with several rows of long tables and a large black suitcase standing in the corner. There are several crucibles and various utensils placed on the long table, as well as some strange-looking instruments, and even some horrifyingly shaped specimens and experimental materials.

Owen went straight to the row of cabinets, took out some herbs and materials, then cleared out a long table and lit a flame under a crucible to preheat.

Pick up a bright silver knife, carefully handle the herbs and materials, then use a scale and measuring cup to accurately measure the dosage, and then add it to the crucible step by step...

The magic fusion experiment is to use magic potions and magic rituals to integrate the magical qualities of a certain magical animal into oneself, stimulating the wizard's magic or spiritual power to significantly increase. Since this fusion will profoundly change certain characteristics of the magic, the wizard may gain some special abilities in the process. For example, the original Parseltongue may have originated from this.

In several experiments in wall space, Owen successfully obtained special abilities twice, with different effects, but neither was of much use. Therefore, he does not have high expectations for this highly random and low-probability event. It is enough to achieve the expected goal of stimulating the increase of magic power.

Owen stared intently at the liquid in the crucible, added the last spoonful of moonstone powder, stirred the liquid with his wand for a while, and whispered a few difficult and long spells.

Under the stirring of the wand, the turbid liquid slowly became as clear as water, glowing with a light blue shimmer, which looked very pleasant.

Owen sniffed and smelled a faint scent of apple. He took out the wand with satisfaction and clapped his palms: "This step was successful. The next step is to add the blood of magical animals..."

He took out a crystal bottle the size of a small fingertip from his pocket, which contained half a bottle of black-red blood. This strange blood glowed slightly like charcoal in a flame, still boiling and undulating gently.

This bottle of blood naturally comes from Nyx.

In order to complete the magic fusion experiment, Owen considered many magical animals, but finally chose the phoenix, even a black mutant phoenix. In his opinion, no creature embodies the magic of magic better than the phoenix, especially the ability to be reborn from the ashes. Once he can obtain this special ability... Although the possibility is very low, people must always have dreams. , what if it comes true?

After seeing that there were only three or four drops of blood in the bottle, Owen shook his head angrily and curled his lips slightly. In order to give Nyx some blood, he had to waste all the efforts of his boss, persuade and cajole him, and finally he succeeded by promising a lot of precious medicinal materials as snacks.

Thinking back to the way that Nicks was jumping and happily running towards the pile of snacks after the blood was drained, Owen always felt that he had been tricked.

He shook his head in amusement, pulled out the small wooden stopper on the crystal bottle, and poured two precise drops of the blood into the crucible.

The liquid medicine suddenly boiled, and with a gurgling sound, a thick layer of white foam emerged, as if it was about to spurt out of the crucible.

Faced with this situation, Owen didn't panic at all. He just waved his wand skillfully and continued to recite the spell. Amidst the strange and light spells, the liquid in the crucible gradually calmed down, and the white foam slowly disappeared. The originally clear and transparent liquid had turned into a black-red color like Nyx's blood, undulating like life. It looked very strange.

With a solemn expression, Owen cut his left index finger with a silver knife and watched intently as his blood slid down his fingertip and dripped into the crucible. The medicinal liquid rippled layer by layer, and after intense boiling, it quickly turned back to a clear and transparent color.

Owen pinched the wound on his finger with a calm expression, quickly poured the brewed potion into a crystal bottle, took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and walked out with the potion.

The subsequent ritual might be somewhat destructive, and he would have to move to another room.

"I need a room where I won't be disturbed by anyone." After walking three times in front of the Room of Requirement, Owen entered a new room. This is an empty circular room with nothing else except the torches lit around it. Even the walls appear smooth and solid.

Owen stood in the middle of the room, took a deep breath, and drank the potion in his hand.

The warm potion was as tasteless as water, but when it slid down his throat, a burning sensation spurted out from the inside, making him feel like he had swallowed a mouthful of hot oil. .

Owen frowned in pain, feeling as if a fire had been lit inside his body. The scorching temperature spread from his chest to his limbs, giving him the illusion that his whole body was about to be burned to ashes.

He closed his eyes, put the wand against his chest, and recited a difficult-to-pronounce spell in a hoarse voice.

The sound of the incantation is long and tortuous, like some kind of strange chant, but if someone distinguishes it carefully, they can hear that it is actually a "fusion" of sentences repeated with different tones and pauses.

Owen opened his eyes suddenly, and the curse in his mouth suddenly stopped. His body slowly levitated, and a thick and ominous black mist suddenly emerged from his body, drowning him in the blink of an eye, making the surrounding temperature bone-chilling, as if it was about to condense into frost. Black flames ignited silently in the black mist. The scorching flames and the cold black mist were clearly distinct, but they gradually merged.

During this process, Owen's consciousness was extremely clear, and even his various senses were much sharper than usual. He clearly felt the pain as if his blood was boiling, but his spirit seemed to be breaking away from the shackles of his heavy body, lifting upwards lightly and freely, looking down at everything from a strange angle, as if he had fallen into a blurred dream.

An invisible wave suddenly erupted, setting off a violent gust of wind that swept in all directions, rolling the torches around the house into pieces together with the flames above.

A new round of magic riots began.

Irving did not indulge in the wonderful environment in his mind, and worked hard to contain the mental power that had become restless due to the surge. Soon, the surrounding violent wind calmed down, the black fog dissipated, the flames were extinguished, and his feet were firmly on the floor again.

"Well, everything went well. There was no difference from the rehearsal in the wall-facing space."

He blinked, and his dark eyes seemed to turn into bottomless black holes, seeming to suck in all the light. He moved his arms, waved his wand slowly, released a few small spells, and assessed the improvement of his magic power.

"Not bad." Owen put his hands together and instantly hid the wand in his hand, then stretched out and narrowed his eyes contentedly, like a well-fed black cat.

He estimated that his current magic power should be comparable to that of the deans, but he was not sure. After all, it was difficult to compare horizontally with this kind of thing. All in all, it's a great progress.

"However, I actually gained special abilities..."

Owen's expression suddenly became a little strange. He stared at his palm for a moment, then snapped his fingers, and a black flame emerged from his fingertips.

"The flames of Nyx?" he murmured, "it comes with the damage of the dark magic curse. It's pretty strong and can be cast without the need for spells or wands, but it doesn't have the ability to teleport through flames like the Phoenix... Okay. , something is better than nothing.”

In fact, this kind of fire ability is of little use to him, and its damage and destructive power are far worse than the Fire Curse. Although it is very convenient to release, Owen will soon be able to skillfully cast magic without a wand sooner or later. This ability is useless to him.

"But it's not without advantages..." Irving has always been good at finding the advantages of anything. He played with the flame in his hand for a while, and finally slowly closed his fingers and held the bundle of flame in his hand. The flame in his hand exuded scorching heat, but did not burn his fingers at all, as if he was holding a ball of warm wind.

Owen pursed his pale white lips and his eyes lit up slightly: "At least it's very easy to control."

The flames he made some time ago to send letters can only burn what he wants to burn, but it is very difficult to control it carefully. But his newfound flames are as easy to control as his fingers, and when combined they can create many complex and interesting tricks.

Owen groaned and clenched his fists, extinguishing the flickering black flames, and then walked slowly towards the exit of the room.

"Sure enough, I thought too much about being reborn from the ashes." His cheeks bulged slightly.

He left the Room of Requirement directly, entered a remote room, lit the fireplace inside, and sent a letter he had prepared long ago.

Owen stared intently at the purple-black flames rising in the fireplace, with an expression of innocent and excited anticipation, like a child eagerly waiting for a delicious snack.

After a while, a piece of parchment flew out of the flames, and the cipher text on it read: No problem.

Looking at the reply letter in his hand, Owen wiped his lips and showed a bright and slightly weird smile. His whole person exuded a beautiful but dangerous fatal charm.

"I'm ready," he said softly.

"Then, I hope this final performance will satisfy you, my dear master." (End of Chapter)