A ruined Hogwarts

Owen had just left the remote room where he had posted the letter and was walking slowly downstairs when he felt the badge in his hand begin to heat up.

"Did an accident happen?" He frowned. The only one who can use the Aether Society badge to contact him is Peter Pettigrew, and he only allows the other party to contact him in this way in an emergency.

He took out the Marauder's Map from his pocket and looked at it. After confirming that he was the only one near Peter Pettigrew, Owen read to himself the three-piece night tour and quickly rushed to the other party's office through the shortcut in the castle.

After avoiding Peeves who was scribbling with a bucket of paint on the fourth floor, Owen quickly stood in front of Lockhart's office door. Before knocking on the door, he cautiously glanced at the Marauder's Map again and saw that the small black dots representing students were gathered in the common rooms of each college, and he was the only student nearby. Just a little black dot labeled "Ginny Weasley" fresh out of the Slytherin common room.

"Voldemort is looking for Peter Pettigrew? It's really easy to reveal the secret." Owen muttered in his heart. He had no hope at all for Peter Pettigrew's acting skills. Once he faced Voldemort face to face, his flaws would be easily discovered.

He raised his hand and knocked twice quickly on the door. After a pause, he knocked a third time.

The door clicked open, and Peter Pettigrew stepped aside to let Owen enter the office. There was an anxious look on Lockhart's face.

"The Dark Lord is coming to take away the diary!" He said anxiously as soon as he closed the door, "I would like to ask you if you want to take it away..."

Before he could finish his words, the diary on the table suddenly opened with a bang as if being blown by a strong wind, and an illusory figure projected out from between the pages, solidifying in the blink of an eye!

The blurry figure was a tall boy with black hair, but his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a strange foggy shimmer, making him look like he was separated by a layer of frosted glass. That handsome face was twisted with shock, anger and hatred, and those beautiful eyes were shining with a malicious red light.

"Ah! This is..." Peter Pettigrew took a step back with a horrified expression, and hurriedly pulled out the wand from his pocket.

Owen watched this scene speechlessly, the expression on his face was frozen, and for the first time he felt a little confused.

Could he think that after Peter Pettigrew learned that Voldemort was coming to take away the diary, he forgot to put the diary in a special box and locked it, so he hurriedly called him over and asked him to I and the diary unexpectedly met...

He knew that Peter Pettigrew was unreliable and a scammer with a weak brain, but he didn't expect that this time he would be the one to be scammed! The strange thing is that the Imperius Curse can only control others to obey its orders, but it cannot increase people's IQ!

All kinds of chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind, and Owen knew that now was not the time to think deeply. He looked at the condensed figure in an instant, shook his right hand forcefully, and a slender and straight wand was held in his hand.

"Tom, we meet again." Owen said a friendly greeting with a smile, raised his hand and cast a Cruciatus Curse. In combat, the Cruciatus Curse can be used as a powerful control skill!

"Owen Shafiq!" Tom screamed angrily, and the scenes in which he had been completely deceived suddenly came to his mind. He suddenly waved his right hand, and the desk beside him was lifted up and blocked in front of him. It was hit by the red light of the curse and fell apart.

"Don't be so excited, we are old friends too." Owen joked with a smile, but he was not slow at all. He released another Cruciatus Curse with great fluidity, and at the same time gracefully waved his left hand, releasing his newly acquired black phoenix flames.

For him now, the little Tom in front of him is not difficult to deal with. There is no decisive gap between the two in terms of magic level. Owen's current magic power significantly exceeds that of the other person, and Tom does not have a wand in his hand... he just has to fight quickly before another Voldemort arrives.

"You're lying to me again!" Tom quickly dodged the Cruciatus Curse, but the black flames that swept over him made him embarrassed. Those black flames spread wantonly, but did not burn down the decoration in the room, they just chased him and burned him.

The bad situation finally made him calm down. He waved his arms with a sullen face. The tables, chairs, clothes, curtains and even the flames in the fireplace all stretched and deformed, as if they were stretching out strange-looking arms, moving forward one after another. The ground attacked Owen.

"Shattered to pieces!" Peter Pettigrew huddled in the corner and screamed, waving his wand and shooting useless spells at Tom.

Owen swung his wand hard, and the tentacles that gathered around him fell apart instantly and fell to the ground with a crackle. His eyes, as deep as a black lake, flashed with malice and indifference. A thick black mist emerged from his body, condensing into an ominous shadow in mid-air, and pounced towards Tom elegantly and nimbly.

"Wait, we can talk!" Seeing that things were not going well, Tom said quickly.

"Of course, but I prefer to take the initiative." Owen has no intention of giving up.

Under the siege of the Black Devil Guards and the Phoenix Flame, Tom's resistance failed to make any waves, and he was gradually blocked into a blind corner. A hint of undetectable panic finally appeared on his gloomy face, and it disappeared all of a sudden before he was attacked by the black devil guard. Only the old diary fell to the ground with a "snap".

The diary was opened quickly, and the light and shadow swayed between the pages, like a gorgeous dream, trying to suck people's consciousness into it. Owen felt his eyes shaking, his spirit swayed, and his thoughts were about to follow the window of the page into the world of the diary.

He calmly entered and exited the wall space in an instant, easily getting rid of this influence.

"Tom, do you think I will fall down in the same pit twice? Then you underestimate me." Owen said softly, controlling the dark guard to roll up the diary. He frowned, weighing whether to destroy it here.

Tom in the diary was obviously anxious. His deep desire to survive prevented him from just waiting for death, so he took the final step of resistance.

His remnant soul sneaked in along the clothes of the black devil guard. He wanted to try to possess this special body. Even if he couldn't control it, he still had to buy time for his other self to arrive!

Owen raised his eyebrows, feeling an unfamiliar thought rushing into the Black Demon Guard, struggling to pull against him, trying to gain some control.

"Didn't anyone tell you that if a soul that is not strong enough wants to possess it, it will only be destroyed?" Owen said in a faint tone, with the same playful sneer as the Black Demon Guard.

With just a thought, black mist rolled around the Black Demon Guard, easily getting rid of Tom's influence. The wide hem of the clothes was gently rolled up, and a pale and ugly soul fragment emerged from it. It was tightly bound by it and was screaming in terror and pain.

"It's so ugly." Owen, a handsome man, didn't even notice. He turned to look at the messy scene around him and patted his head with a headache.

Quickly turning over the Marauder's Map, the little black dot representing Ginny was quickly approaching here. Owen assessed the time of the other party's arrival, put away the black flames, waved the wand quickly, and chanted "Restore as before" to the surroundings.

All kinds of debris that were broken on the floor returned to their original positions as if they were placed upside down. The broken desk was put back together again, but there were scorched scars on it. Owen covered the marks with curtains and clothing, and cleaned up whatever was left on the floor that could not be repaired.

While cleaning the scene, Owen's brain was running rapidly, thinking about the next response: "The diary cannot be destroyed, and the crown, which is also a Horcrux, may feel it... but it is absolutely impossible to return it. Lying. Said it was gone? If it was lost in such a short time, even an idiot would know that there is something wrong with Peter Pettigrew!"

"Abandon the identity of Peter Pettigrew? No, the arrangements for the Aether Society are all driven by this identity. If something goes wrong here, all plans will be scrapped, and Voldemort in the crown will completely lose control..."

Peter Pettigrew is so outrageous! For the first time, Owen deeply realized the power of his pig teammates, which put his performance in danger of total collapse! He has experienced many mistakes in magic performances, but he has always been able to resolve them perfectly with his excellent on-the-spot response, but this time it was really tricky.

Owen bit his lip unconsciously, and a light pink appeared on his pale white lips. Intricate thoughts are running at high speed like precision gears, and there seems to be a pleasant and subtle friction sound, intertwining into a beautiful movement in the mind.

"Wait! Tom..." He suddenly turned his head to look at the dark guard floating in the air.

Tom's remnant soul was trapped in the black mist under the cloak, and the illusory shadow was staring with red eyes, screaming loudly: "Let me go! I will forgive your deception, and you can get everything... …”

Owen just turned a deaf ear to Tom's coercion and inducement. He looked at it with an extremely serious expression, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: "I trapped Voldemort's remnant soul... If I trap it in my body, it's the same as trapping it in my body." What difference does it make if it possesses you?”

"But... I don't know, if they face each other, will they be able to communicate directly through consciousness? The Black Demon Guard may not be able to isolate them."

He walked back and forth for a few steps, then suddenly raised his wand, pointed it at the remnant soul in the black devil's guard and said "forget everything".

The erratic white light passed directly through the black devil guard and the remnant soul inside, and hit the wall behind as if through the air.

"Sure enough, the Forgetting Curse cannot target the soul." Owen frowned, raised his wand again, pointed at the remaining soul and said: "The soul leaves the body."

As a spell in the realm of the soul, the Soul-Tampering Curse has achieved a certain effect. The remnant soul that was struggling and screaming suddenly became quiet and became lifeless.

Feeling the control of Ma Sisi in his hand, Owen studied the situation of the remnant soul. When the soul-stealing curse is used directly on the soul, it is very different from when used on normal people. It cannot control the other party to obey orders, but makes the remaining soul fall into a confused and unconscious state.

"It works!" Owen cheered up.

He hesitantly glanced at Tom's remnant soul again, and the extremely ugly image made his skin crawl. He gritted his teeth, forced himself to overcome his mysophobia and psychological barriers, frowned and took back the black devil guard into his body.

The black mist formed by the black devil guard curled up somewhere in the body with the remaining soul in it. Owen felt it carefully and made sure that it was not affected by any bad effects. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He glared fiercely at the blank-looking Peter Pettigrew, his handsome cheeks slightly wrinkled in disgust, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red with grievance. He really sacrificed a lot to do this kind of thing.

"Get out of here quickly and wait for the Polyjuice Potion on you to wear off, then disguise yourself as me and go back to the common room." Owen took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kill this guy, and handed him a bottle of Polyjuice Potion. .

Watching Peter Pettigrew hurried away, Owen found a robe in the closet and put it on, using Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself as Lockhart. He sat behind his desk, taking care of his clothes and hair meticulously, placing Tom's diary casually in his hand, closing his eyes and quietly waiting for the visitor to arrive.

Soon, there was a knock on the door outside. Owen checked his wand to make sure it was in a position where he could take it out at any time, and then said in a leisurely tone: "Please come in."

The person outside the door did not push the door open immediately, but waited hesitantly for a moment before slowly opening the door. A figure wrapped in black mist stood outside, seemingly staring silently at Owen's face.

Owen didn't speak, he just looked at the other person with a smile, waiting for the other person to speak first.

The figure outside the door entered the room, closed the door, and asked in a somewhat puzzled tone: "Are you possessed by Wormtail? Why so fast?"

"He really can't tell the difference!" Owen thought happily in his heart, but he did not let down his guard.

"Haha, I'm surprised too. You don't know how scared he is." He pointed at his cheek and said with a half-smile, "So after getting me, he regarded me as his only life-saving straw. He opened everything up to me without reservation, pouring all his emotions and life into me.”

"So, I soon found that I could control him, although he didn't know it." Owen vividly imitated Tom's posture and temperament in the diary, crossing his hands on the table, "Just now he entered the diary again While writing, I tried to possess myself..."

He spread his hands and said the result was obvious.

"It seems you have found a good possessor." The black fog covering the figure opposite dissipated, revealing the beautiful face of Ginny Weasley. There was a hint of excitement and teasing on that pretty face, and her eyes were slightly narrowed.

"I also seized this perfect opportunity." Owen smiled and played with the diary in his hand.

"Ginny" nodded: "Yes, it's up to us to take action against the Aether Society."

"I remember that Dumbledore will not be returning to Hogwarts tomorrow night." Owen said softly.

"We have to wait a little longer..." The girl opposite frowned.

"What are you waiting for?" Owen narrowed his eyes.

"I need to confirm the situation of Harry Potter. He may be our trump card." "Ginny" raised the corners of her mouth, a greedy and excited red light flashing in her eyes.

Owen stared at her quietly for a while and said noncommittally: "I'm waiting for your news."

After calmly responding to a few words, he silently watched the girl's figure disappear behind the door, his fingers flexibly turning Tom's diary. Suddenly, he suddenly opened the cover, and colorful paper flowers and paper butterflies broke out from the pages, flew into the air and fell lightly, as if they were cheering for victory.

"He really can't tell the difference..." Owen showed a naughty smile, with a bit of playful pride.

"So, can he tell the difference?"

The words without beginning or end floated gently in the air, like a distant and empty sigh. (End of chapter)