A ruined Hogwarts

"Before the next class begins, I would like each of you to hand in a three-inch long paper on the application of the Petrification Charm in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Please feel free to use your creative ideas. I will write this paper I’d like to see your thinking and innovation.”

"Then, get out of class is over now." Owen calmly ended his Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson to the first-year students.

The little wizards from Slytherin and Ravenclaw rushed out of the classroom, and the sounds of laughter and laughter could be heard in the corridors. The sky outside the window showed a dull leaden gray. It was a rainy Thursday.

Owen watched Ginny Weasley and her friends walking out of the classroom intentionally or unintentionally. The smile on his lips deepened a little, and he lowered his head and packed the books on the desk unhurriedly.

After being cheated by his pig teammates last night, he had no choice but to return to his life as a professor. Because Tom's soul fragment was still bound in his body, and in order to avoid being discovered by Voldemort who possessed Ginny, he changed his teaching style in this class and still appeared to be under control.

Well, after successfully possessing the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, it is very reasonable for Tom to want to become addicted to being a professor. Voldemort may have to thank Owen for making his dream come true.

"Fortunately, there are no first grade classes tomorrow..." Owen muttered in his mind, tucked the textbook under his arm, and strode out of the classroom.

On a rainy evening, the corridor looked damp and dark. Peeves burst out from the wall with a shrill smile and grabbed a corner of the long carpet.

"Watch the armor in the back, Peeves." Owen warned lazily, standing firmly and using some skill with his feet to prevent the carpet from being pulled away.

Peeves pulled the carpet hard twice, and when he found that it couldn't be pulled, he rubbed his hands angrily. After letting out a dark laugh, he suddenly pulled the edge of the carpet with all his strength.

Owen moved his position in time, calmly released his foot, and watched innocently as Peeves pulled the carpet with too much force and flew backwards, knocking over a pair of armor at the end of the corridor. With a deafening crackling sound, a dark carpet covered the crumbling armor, and Peeves' figure was buried inside and disappeared.

"I told you to be careful." Owen shook his head and slowly walked out of the corridor.

Turning the corner of the corridor, I bumped into Luna Lovegood. The girl's hair was still messy, she was holding a stack of textbooks in her hands, a cork necklace hanging around her neck, and she was looking around in a daze.

"Ah, Miss Lovegood, do you have any questions for me?" Owen played the role of a professor seriously.

Luna then looked straight at him, her light-colored eyes wide open, always looking surprised, as if she had just seen him.

"Good afternoon, Professor Lockhart, I'm looking for my notebook." Luna's tone seemed to be floating in the clouds. Her eyes were fixed on Owen's face for a while, and then she continued to scan around, as if she was exploring the castle in a novel way. Treasure: "Many things disappeared suddenly. Maybe the naughty brown fairy was playing tricks on me."

"Brown fairies? Do they really exist?" Owen raised his eyebrows. He blinked, and with great effort, he looked away from the other party's messy hair, and resisted the urge to tidy it up for her.

"Really." Luna nodded very seriously, her silver eyes widening. "Brown fairies have always been around us, but they are very shy, always hiding out of sight, and like to take people's things. Get up XZ and play hide and seek with them."

Owen was noncommittal about this. He only knew that Luna's lost notebook might be some little wizard's ignorant prank. He tilted his head and smiled: "Then can I search with you?"

Luna finally looked at him for the first time, looking a little surprised, as if a stranger had suddenly broken into the dream she was immersed in.

"Of course." She murmured dreamily, her expression becoming excited, as if she was sharing a fun game with her friends: "The things hidden by the brown fairy may be anywhere, although sometimes they cannot be found for a long time. But every time I find them, it’s an amazing gift.”

"It does sound very interesting." Owen followed her example and looked around, "Why don't you ask your companions to look for it together? You know, schools are not very safe these days."

"They don't like this game very much." Luna said in that ethereal voice, "Ginny used to occasionally play with me, but recently she seems to be in a bad state."

"Oh?" Owen looked at her in surprise.

"I think she may have encountered a Nangui." Luna said seriously, "I have been trying to find ways to make her better, but she is unwilling to wear the necklace I gave her, even though it can help us resist the Nangui. Violation." She raised her hand and pinched the necklace made of butterbeer corks hanging around her neck.

Owen thinks her aesthetics are still a bit too advanced. He blinked, and he really couldn't tell whether she had noticed something, so he asked tentatively: "Have you ever asked her what kind of problem she encountered?"

Luna thought in a daze for a while, and then said vaguely: "No, I don't think that is a good idea. If I say it, it will disturb Nan Gou. I think she will tell me if she needs it. of."

"Why are you telling me this?" Owen asked, "Aren't you worried that I don't believe you?"

Luna looked at him with misty eyes in surprise: "I just want to say it out, there is no need to think about anything else."

I mean, you can say whatever you want, and it has nothing to do with me whether you believe it or not... Owen translated for her in his mind, and said with some helplessness: "You are right."

He was silent for a while, feeling a little confused for the first time. He asked curiously: "In your eyes, what kind of person am I?"

Luna's eyes lit up and she said with interest: "A person who changes a lot is like the unpredictable sky. You are a little different now than you were a while ago, like a puzzle, it's fascinating ."

"Then...do you want me to sign it for you?" Owen coughed lightly.

"Okay." Luna said in a brisk voice. She took out a note from the book she was holding in her arms and handed it to him expectantly.

Owen took out a quill pen, put one hand to his lips and thought for a moment, then raised the pen and wrote in beautiful cursive calligraphy:

Extra sparkles to you - Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Thank you, I like this sentence very much." Luna put the note away carefully, looking very happy. She touched her pocket, took out a cork necklace and said, "This is for you, Professor, to prevent nan hooks."

Owen winked at her mischievously: "I want more inspiration than this. They are my muses."

"Then you can choose Airship Lee." Luna took out two more orange-red radish-shaped fruits from her pocket and shook her head happily. "They can help you improve your ability to accept abnormal things. It's best to use them Hang it on your ears or clip it to your hair..."

Owen took the fruit speechlessly and said "Thank you", then turned to look at a green-covered notebook stuck on the door frame of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and said with a smile: "Look, your surprise is here." ”

"Yes, it's our surprise." Luna raised her head and smiled pure and bright.

After saying goodbye to each other, Owen watched the girl's back jumping and disappearing at the end of the corridor, thoughtfully tossing the two "airship plums" up and down alternately, as smoothly as if she was juggling.

"What a... very magical person." Irving could only use this adjective for Luna.

He caught the two fruits, stuffed them into a small pocket on the inside of his robe, and then walked towards his office.

After grading homework in the office for a while and enjoying a sumptuous dinner, Owen looked at the time and stretched out.

"We have another test tonight, one last time." He yawned and muttered under his breath. (End of chapter)