A ruined Hogwarts

On Friday night, Owen came to the principal's office as usual. It's just that this week he was busy completing the magic fusion experiment and arranging for Voldemort. He had no time to take into account other research, and there were not many problems that needed to be solved.

After asking a few questions, the principal's office fell into silence, with only the strange gadgets on the long table still making small and funny sounds. The portraits of past principals hanging on the wall were still napping, using their half-baked skills at pretending to be asleep to serve as the backdrop.

After learning that Owen had no more questions to ask, the headmaster who looked like Dumbledore glanced at the wall clock and crossed his fingers on his chest. He stared at Owen with sharp blue eyes, his expression was not kind at all, like a stern boss who saw an employee fishing for money at work.

"Ahem, Mr. Principal..." Owen grinned at him innocently, "When will you not be at Hogwarts in the next few days?"

Grindelwald looked at him with an unfathomable expression for a while, and then said slowly: "I will leave Hogwarts this Sunday afternoon and go to North America for a three-day visit."

"That's such a coincidence, sir. Harry and I were planning to take advantage of those two days to deal with Voldemort's crown." Owen shook his head with regret.

"I wish you good luck." Grindelwald picked up a document beside the table and signaled that he could leave.

"Well, good night, Mr. Principal." Owen smiled and stood up to say goodbye.

Nothing happened all night, and when daylight broke, it was another leisurely weekend.

Owen had breakfast in the office, then strolled to the staff room, where he pestered the professors to chat with Lockhart-like indifference and shamelessness.

After a while, as Snape shook off his sleeves and left with a sullen face, professors also left one after another with helpless expressions on their faces. Until Professor Flitwick, who was always lively and chatty, found an excuse to escape in a hurry, Owen was the only one left in the staff room.

"Really, there's no one to talk to." Owen, who was too deeply involved in the drama, shook his head with a lonely face. He walked around the staff lounge with his hands behind his back, admiring the artistic sculptures here. After reading and painting, he returned to his office.

In a blink of an eye, the relaxing and leisurely day was over. After a rare day of relaxation, Owen stretched his body under the candlelight at night and contacted Voldemort in a specific way.

"I have confirmed the news. Dumbledore will leave Hogwarts tomorrow afternoon and will not come back until the evening of the next day." Owen glanced at the abnormal darkness around him and said in a deep voice.

"In this case... the time to take action is set at ten o'clock tomorrow night." A cold and erratic voice sounded, "You are responsible for contacting the Ether Society."

"Of course." Owen smiled and nodded. He seemed to have given Voldemort the right to choose when to take action, but in fact the other party's choice was still in his hands.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we will meet in the small room on the west side of the auditorium at nine o'clock tomorrow night," he said.

"Yes. In addition to us, Harry Potter will also be there." Voldemort's voice had a hint of smile.

Owen raised his eyebrows in pretending to be surprised, and said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "You want to change your plan? Bringing Harry Potter may bring about great changes."

"It doesn't matter, he is already one of us." The other party's tone was meaningful, "The soul in him has awakened."

"Really?" Owen's voice increased excitedly, his eyes bursting with surprise.

"He can already control that body." A soft voice echoed around, "He will be a good help."

"In this case... three against three, there is really no possibility of missing." Owen said with extreme confidence, and then changed his words, "But then we will be three people. Lilith emphasized in her letter that only Lockhart can With Potter and two people present, if there was one more person, Lilith would probably be more vigilant due to her suspicious character, which would be self-defeating."

"Of course there will be two people present, don't forget our 'characteristics'." Voldemort emphasized the last word.

"I know." Owen curled his lips and said softly.

Voldemort's voice sounded again, and his tone became extremely cold: "Hmph, it's time to settle the accounts with Owen Shafik."

Owen's brows moved slightly. It wouldn't be good if Peter Pettigrew was killed like this. He narrowed his eyes and said with a cold and resentful tone: "I'm already impatient. I will use Lockhart's identity to ask him to meet with us tomorrow night and let him throw himself into the trap."

"Ah, just ask him to bring Harry Potter to us as a ticket to join the Aether Society." Owen came up with the idea in a joking tone, "When he betrayed his friends in order to gain protection, he found out that everything was just a A scam, when even his friends betrayed him... I really want to see the expression of despair and embarrassment he will show."

"Interesting." Voldemort agreed briefly.

When the cold darkness receded, Owen touched his forehead with his long fingers, suddenly showing a playful expression.

He pulled over a piece of parchment, picked up the fancy peacock feather quill, and drew a sketch on the paper. The picture shows the general terrain of the Forbidden Forest, with several landmark locations conspicuously marked as road signs.

Owen looked thoughtful and tapped lightly on the map with his left hand, and finally drew a circle with red ink at a location that was neither far nor near.

He put down his pen and turned to look out the window at the night sky. The sky like a black velvet curtain is dotted with stars, as quiet and romantic as ever.

In the afternoon of the next day, Owen once again called Harry to the Room of Requirement for his final training.

"The time for action is tonight." Owen lazily huddled himself in the armchair, squinting his eyes and telling Harry this big news that was somewhat unexpected.

"Is this...this?" Harry stuttered, not knowing where to put his hands. The thought of facing Voldemort tonight gave him a shudder of panic and excitement.

"Then do I need to practice a few spells? Let me think about it, I'm not very good at using the Iron Armor Curse..." He walked around in front of Owen with an excited expression, taking stock of the spells he knew one by one. .

Owen tilted his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if looking at a desperate illiterate: "Don't you think you can defeat Voldemort?"

Harry's movements suddenly paused. He opened his mouth, blinked his eyes twice, and said blankly: "Isn't there still you?"

"I can't beat him either." Irving spread his hands and said the truth that destroyed morale. "As for if we go together...well, do you know under what circumstances one plus one will be less than two?"

"When?" Harry asked stupidly.

"When we were together." Owen answered seriously.

Harry's excited face suddenly fell. He scratched his hair into a chicken coop and said frustratedly: "Then how can we deal with Voldemort?"

"You have to understand, Harry, just defeating him means nothing." Owen said slowly in a clear and melodious voice, "Even if we really have the ability to defeat him, so what? Can you guarantee to completely destroy him? ? Can you save Ginny Weasley who is possessed and controlled by him?"

Harry shook his head, his emerald green eyes staring at him, waiting for the next step.

"Besides, dueling with Voldemort... tsk tsk, how dangerous that would be." Owen showed a scared look, "I'm still a child, so I don't do such fatal things."

Harry's eyelids drooped and he looked at him speechlessly.

Owen coughed lightly and his expression became serious again: "Actually, Voldemort's real key is the crown. If we can't destroy it, he can come back again and again."

"So, there are only two problems we face." He raised two fingers. "One is how to find the crown, and the other is how to destroy Voldemort's crown under his nose."

"If you want to destroy Voldemort's vital points in front of him..." Harry frowned, "then don't we still have to defeat him?"

"No, all the preparations I have made so far are to destroy the crown without doing anything." Owen smiled slightly and said softly.

That's right, he never thought about confronting Voldemort. Even though he had guessed that Ginny was probably carrying the crown, he had no intention of snatching or stealing it, because that meant he would inevitably face Voldemort!

The diadem is a Horcrux made by Voldemort in his heyday. The remnant soul in it possesses a profound knowledge of magic, and it is not easy to deal with even if it is in a weak state. What's more, after being sneak-attacked by Owen last time, he will never underestimate the enemy again. Voldemort is too dangerous when he gets serious.

Owen had previously improved himself through magic fusion experiments, just as a final insurance. Once something unexpected happened and the plan completely failed, he could pull Harry away at the critical moment.

Duel with Voldemort? That is impossible. If you are accidentally killed, you will suffer a big loss.

Harry thought carefully for a while and could not think of any possibility of destroying the diadem without having to fight Voldemort. He said suspiciously: "But Voldemort is not a fool, how could he watch us destroy his crown?"

"Just take it while he's not paying attention." Owen said matter-of-factly.

"How? We don't even know where the crown is, let alone have access to it." Harry was even more confused.

"Then let Voldemort take the initiative to hand over the crown to us." Owen said meaningfully.

I think you're dreaming... Harry didn't say anything, he didn't want to look stupid.

Owen smiled mysteriously at him and said seductively: "Voldemort will indeed not hand over his vitals to others easily, but what if it is himself?"

Harry looked at him in realization: "So you asked me to play Voldemort before?" Then, he shook his head and said with confusion: "But this is too ridiculous! You want me to play Voldemort in front of Voldemort?" "

He looked at Owen and hesitated to speak, he was so outraged by this outrageous plan. Harry thought that if someone came to him and told him that he was Harry Potter, he would definitely not believe it...he would be damned if he would believe it!

"Please put away your clear eyes that look at idiots." Owen said angrily, "Who said there can only be one Voldemort? He is a talent who divided his soul into several parts."

Harry's eyes lit up and he took a few steps back and forth, thinking hard: "But it's not like he can't even recognize himself!"

"But the truth is, he really can't tell the difference." Owen said enthusiastically, his eyes as bright as obsidian in the sun. He is looking forward to a wonderful performance.

"So, tonight we can all be Voldemort."

"Of course, although Voldemort only believes in himself, even if we deceive him, directly asking him for the crown will still arouse his vigilance and suspicion." He continued, "That's why I have to prepare a big show for him. In fact, I’ve been playing him for a long time and tonight was just the time to wrap things up.”

"What should we do?" Harry was so excited that his breathing became heavy. He lowered his voice involuntarily, as if he was afraid that Voldemort might hear him hiding in the air.

He never thought he could deal with Voldemort in this way. Irving really dared to think about pretending to be himself and deceiving him, but... it was really interesting.

"First, we have to exchange identities." Owen clasped his hands and said with a smile, "I pretend to be you, and you pretend to be Lockhart."

Harry said "Ah" in confusion, suspecting that he heard wrongly: "I understand what it means to swap identities, but why do I have to dress up as Lockhart?" What does this have to do with Lockhart?

"It's a long story." Owen paused, "So I won't go into details. In short, I have been playing Lockhart recently."

"Ah! Who are you in class with me? Lockhart?" Harry jumped up in shock.

"No, it's Peter Pettigrew." Owen shook his head amusedly.

"What?" Harry jumped up and down in surprise, "Then who is the one who was petrified?"

Seeing Harry's lively and lively appearance, Owen gave a light tut and began to pour cold water on him mercilessly: "Of course it's Gilderoy Lockhart. I'm very disappointed, Harry. In the face of so many doubts, you didn't say anything. Discover."

"I can understand that you don't pay attention to the change in Lockhart's teaching style. But you shouldn't ignore 'my' anomalies. Do you feel that Owen is moody these days? Have you noticed that Melete and Nyx have a different relationship with each other? No longer close to Owen? Have you felt that Owen has become less active in class lately?"

"There are too many doubts, but you don't have any doubts at all?" Owen stared at him deeply, "The friends around you have all changed, but you don't even notice. If that is your enemy, Now your body has turned to ashes.”

"With such insight and alertness, it's no wonder you can't even touch Voldemort's shadow."

"I, I..." Harry blushed and was speechless for a moment. He was really worried about Owen's hot and cold mood recently, and he also felt that Owen had become weird. Now that he thought about it, there were indeed many abnormalities, but why did he ignore them?

He thought hard for a while, and then he finally figured it out. In his eyes, Irving was an unpredictable guy, and nothing seemed to surprise anyone, so he easily accepted Irving's changes.

The other thing is that he trusts Irving too much. Although Owen's attitude became hot and cold, he always appeared by his side from time to time and helped him as before. In addition, the cat with excellent perception did not show too many abnormalities... these made He let his guard down.

Sure enough, Owen is a liar, and he has taken this lesson to heart! Harry gritted his teeth viciously, but found helplessly that he seemed to be used to being teased by this guy, and he actually had an indifferent attitude.

"I'm sorry." In the end, he could only say dejectedly.

Seeing Harry change from lively to sluggish again, Owen nodded happily: "Now that you have realized your problem, let's move on from this topic and continue talking about our plan."

"Tonight, I will take Peter Pettigrew disguised as me to see you and Voldemort, and for some reason, Voldemort hates me. Harry, face this situation, what do you think you should do? "He asked in an investigative tone.

"Uh... catch him?" Harry said guiltily.

"You are playing the Dark Lord, Harry, and you are facing someone you hate!" Owen looked at him seriously, "You should at least say hello with the Cruciatus Curse, right?"

Harry frowned in confusion. Although he felt that using the Cruciatus Curse on Peter Pettigrew was not that difficult to accept, but...he said: "But I can't use it."

"You will naturally be able to use it when the time comes." Owen said lightly.

Before Harry could ask, he took out an exquisite black gemstone ring from his pocket and handed it to the other party, saying: "Tonight, if Voldemort chooses to give the crown to you, you can use this ring to destroy it. There. It is not convenient to use the Fire Spell in this situation."

"This ring is a prop I specially made for this purpose. Put it on your index finger. Do you see the little button next to it? Press it and try." Owen guided the other person to get familiar with the ring, "Be careful, don't Touch the black stone, it is dangerous."

Harry put on the ring according to Owen's instructions and pressed the small button on the inside with his thumb. The black gemstone on the top of the ring popped open, and a sharp steel needle popped out from it, with a green light shining on it.

He was startled, and instantly released his thumb. The steel needle retracted silently, and the black gem also turned back to its original position.

"I smeared the basilisk's venom on the steel needle. You just need to stick the needle into the crown." Owen said softly, "But you have to be careful not to scratch yourself. Currently, the basilisk's venom is incurable." Saveable.”

"I see." Harry swallowed and said, "Then why don't you wear one?"

"I also prepared one for myself." Owen took out another similar ring and played with it in his hand, saying with a smile, "But how can you think that as a magician, I need to put it on my finger like you? ?”

He closed his five fingers under Harry's eyes, held the ring in his palm, and suddenly opened his palm, and the ring in his hand disappeared. He clenched his fist again, and when he opened it again, the ring was back in his hand.

Harry's eyes widened. He didn't let Owen's hand leave his sight the whole time, and he had no idea how he did it. He suspected that this guy was using magic to trick him.

"Okay, let's rehearse various scenarios that may happen." Irving turned the ring away again, clapped his hands and said, "Well, try to speak as little as possible when the time comes, and I will cover for you."

Until the evening, Harry put on the lake green robe that Owen brought, drank the fluorescent green polyjuice potion, and asked Lockhart's face: "Speaking of which, why do we have to exchange identities?"

"What do you think is your biggest reliance now when facing Voldemort?" Owen has now transformed into Harry, staring at him through round glasses with his emerald green eyes.

"What?" Harry felt that he had nothing to rely on.

"Your touch." Owen glanced at his palm.

Harry froze for a moment and looked down at his hands.

"But this ability has been known to Voldemort, so it can no longer have a surprising effect." Owen chuckled, "And what we have to do is to make it surprising again."