A ruined Hogwarts

"What are you doing?"

Owen shouted in a cold voice, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all. A red beam flew from the tip of his wand and hit Harry squarely in the stomach. Then he raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort, who had just regained his footing. His emerald green eyes widened, with a look of confusion and alertness, and a hint of violence.

Harry, who was hit by the red light, fell to the ground with a face of pain, slumped there weakly, and yelled at the top of his lungs: "There is something wrong with him!"

Voldemort was confused by this sudden situation. He glanced at the figure who had been knocked to the ground and could not move, and gave up the idea of ​​releasing the magic spell to subdue the opponent. He didn't pay attention to Owen pointing his wand at him, but looked at his crown.

The crown that had been blown away by the spell traced a beautiful parabola, and finally hung diagonally on the branch of a low shrub. The black fog on it had dissipated, and it was slightly reflecting in the moonlight.

Voldemort raised his hand towards the crown. Although he was extremely confused by the current situation, he knew that the first thing he had to do was to protect his vitals.

Seeing his actions, Owen's eyes suddenly became as sharp as knives. He took a step forward, pointed his wand at Voldemort, and shouted vigilantly and fiercely: "Don't touch my crown! Don't let me say it a second time!"

Harry, who was lying stiffly in the grass, also shouted at the right time: "He just attacked me suddenly!"

Voldemort stopped, his melting pale face looking extremely horrifying. He narrowed his red eyes, and while he was furious inside, he also felt ridiculous.

He turned to look at the person who was pointing the wand at him with a fierce look on his face. He had no doubt that as long as he continued to move, he would be hit head-on without mercy, just like the guy who was knocked to the ground. .

He understood the other party's move to protect the Horcrux, but the problem was that he didn't understand why he became the object of suspicion and vigilance. That was also his own crown, the foundation of his soul's existence. How could he harm it?

Do you doubt yourself just because of a few words to sow discord? Voldemort had a sullen face. For the first time, he felt that his future self seemed to be less smart.

The basilisk swung its tail not far away from them, sweeping off a large branch. It hissed hoarsely: "Don't fight! We are all heirs of Slytherin, why can't we get along well?"

But apparently no one paid attention to it. Voldemort looked at Owen, who seemed to be about to explode at the first touch, and said in a deep voice: "It's not my problem, it's that he suddenly wants to destroy our crown. I suspect that Wormtail has regained a certain sense of autonomy. "

"You mean Wormtail betrayed us?" Owen narrowed his eyes, his hand holding the wand was very steady, but his eyes looked at the figure lying in the grass, unable to move.

Harry looked panicked and suppressed his blush, but his body remained motionless. Finally, he showed his cards in a hoarse voice: "I didn't expect that you would find out. Yes, I am an undercover agent!"

Hearing this, Owen frowned and slightly lowered the wand pointed at Voldemort. But when Voldemort went to get his crown again, he once again raised his wand with great vigilance: "Don't touch it!"

"You still think there's something wrong with me?" Voldemort said impatiently.

"You are the one who has been in contact with him. Now that he has a problem, how do you want me to trust you?" Owen said softly. His voice was so soft that it was almost gentle, but his expression was as cold as ice. He was imitating Voldemort's tone at some point in his first year.

Listening to Owen's gentle voice, Voldemort temporarily gave up on retrieving the crown. No one knows himself better than him, and he understands that the other party's behavior is extremely impatient. He didn't want to have a duel with his other self here.

He glanced at the crown hanging on the branch and let it stay there for now.

After seeing Voldemort's compromise, Owen's expression relaxed a little. He lowered the wand in his hand, slowly approached Harry who was lying on the ground, and said in a puzzled tone: "I don't understand, how could this idiot Wormtail fool us?"

"Our diary is in his hand." Voldemort also walked over, his tone low and solemn, "I can feel that he should still be possessed now..."

"You mean, what did he do to our diary?" Owen said angrily, starting to pace anxiously back and forth beside Harry.

Voldemort's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water. He did not allow any of his Horcruxes to have problems.

"Is the diary on him? Let me check." Owen said hurriedly when he walked a little further.

Voldemort, who was closer to Harry, leaned down, and with the same impatience in his heart, he reached out and touched Harry's pocket without thinking.

Just when the distance between the two was very close, Harry, who was lying stiffly on the ground, suddenly jumped up. One hand tightly grasped Voldemort's hand that reached into his pocket, and then his whole body crashed into In the other person's arms, the other hand was pressed on Voldemort's terrifying face!

Compared with the vigilance when he first emerged from the crown, Voldemort was now in a slightly relaxed state, and did not even react to Harry's surprise attack.

Wasn't he hit by a curse and unable to move? What's the point of his actions? Anyway, it would not pose any threat to him... These thoughts flashed through Voldemort's mind one after another, and then he felt a burning pain on his grabbed wrist.

When he finally reacted and was about to break free, Harry had already put his other hand on his face. The heartbreaking pain hit, and the melted face seemed to boil. A stream of white steam rose from between Harry's fingers, and the already blurry body began to fluctuate unsteadily. Rapidly becoming more and more unreal.

"Ah——" Voldemort let out a shrill howl. The burning pain was burning his vitality, and he was unable to turn into mist to get rid of the current situation. He could only struggle hard, trying to get rid of the other party's touch.

Harry also felt as if the scar on his forehead had exploded and his head seemed to be split in two. He bit his lip and drew blood, and felt his eyes darkening, but his palms were gripping tighter and tighter. The only thought in his mind was to hold on to him, hold on to him...

The two people were fighting on the ground, rolling around each other like children fighting. One wants to break free, the other struggles hard...

"Ah! Basilisk, kill them!" Voldemort finally realized something was wrong and ordered in Parseltongue. If the man who could hurt himself through touch was Harry Potter, then who was the other man?

"No! Basilisk, kill him!" Harry was a little confused, but he still managed to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.

Owen was running around the two of them towards the crown. He had just tried every means to guide Voldemort closer to Harry just for this opportunity. He raised his wand and pointed it at the crown, and at the same time hissed: "Basilisk, kill Voldemort! Two against one, you should listen to us!"

The basilisk's yellow bulb-like eyes widened. It looked left and right, and finally shrank its neck and buried its huge head under its tail. It said in a muffled voice: "Fight if you like. I will help whoever wins..."

"Li Huo!"

Along with the piercing sound of chanting, the coquettish purple flame turned into a gorgeous phoenix, wrapping the crown in the scorching body.

After doing all this, Owen turned to look in the direction of Voldemort and said in a joking tone: "I'm sorry, I'm an undercover agent too."

Voldemort, who was entangled with Harry, suddenly let out a long and shrill scream, so sharp that it seemed to penetrate his eardrums. He still doesn't understand why things have developed to this point, and why the other two of him have become enemies one after another...

"Am I betrayed by myself?" He came to such a ridiculous conclusion in his heart. He never trusted anyone, but reality made him unable to trust even himself anymore.

But there was no time for him to figure everything out. In deep self-doubt, he raised his head and let out a scream full of confusion, unwillingness, grief, anger and despair. His body twisted and struggled, his arms waved feebly, his figure became more and more illusory, and finally disappeared suddenly. .

The forest suddenly returned to silence, and even the howls in the distance stopped, as if they were frightened. The only sound around was Harry's rapid breathing.

Harry was lying on his back on the ground, feeling dizzy, his consciousness a little hazy, and his body seemed to be floating in the clouds.

Owen extinguished the fire that had begun to spread on the grass, and the crown fell to the blackened ground with a clatter, a scorched gap opening in it. A dark, sticky liquid seeped out from the cracks and fell into the soil drop by drop.

"Farewell to the Dark Lord." Owen put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly, his expression showing the relief and joy after a fun performance.

He came to Harry, knelt down and poked the other person's face with his finger, and asked softly: "Harry, are you okay?"

"Well..." Harry blinked blankly, feeling pain all over his body. He asked weakly: "Is it over?"

"It's over. The crown has been destroyed." Owen said with a smile.

Harry felt his mind clearing up, and he grinned: "I thought I could destroy it myself, if he chose to give the crown to you..."

"Are you confused? It will be me who destroys the crown." Owen raised his eyebrows in amusement.

If the diadem is in his hands, and if the initial attempt to destroy it with the ring fails, he will reveal his identity and pretend to be Harry Potter who has escaped from control and woke up. Harry would fire a powerless red light at him to prevent Voldemort from attacking himself, then approach Voldemort and strike him in the face unprepared... Owen would then take the opportunity to jump up and destroy the crown.

This plan can easily go wrong. It was originally just a last resort, but I didn't expect it to actually come in handy.

"Well done, Harry." Owen said with praise.

"Hehe..." Harry wanted to raise his hand, but found that he had no strength at all. He felt an unpleasant burning sensation spreading up his right arm, and everything in front of him began to spin rapidly.

"Owen, I... I think I'm going to die." He suddenly remembered something, and his expression looked like he was about to cry.

"What's wrong?" Owen frowned, checked the other person's body, and then his eyes narrowed. He found a gash on Harry's left hand, and blood was dripping out.

"You were scratched by the needle in the ring?" Owen said seriously.

"Well..." Harry was about to cry, feeling as if his body was on fire. He remembered that when he was entangled with Voldemort just now, he seemed to have accidentally pressed the button on the ring...

"Can I still be saved?" he asked weakly.

"It's hopeless." Owen said with a strange expression, turning his head and looking around.

"That's it...don't be sad, I'm not sad." Harry endured the pain in his body and said intermittently, "I'm just a little unwilling to not be able to see my godfather. Owen, please help me. Peter Pettigrew to Dumbledore, and..."

Owen listened absently and looked around.

"This can help you stay calm." He muttered in a low voice, his expression looking a little distressed.

"What?" Harry didn't hear clearly.

"Well, I didn't expect to really need it." Owen rubbed his brows and said with a headache. Logically speaking, without the tears of the phoenix, there is no cure for the basilisk's poison, but he barely had a way to detoxify it. If not, he wouldn't have given Harry such a dangerous thing so easily.

"But you have to suffer a little, Harry." Owen's expression was solemn and compassionate, as if he was looking at the holy father in the world.

"Huh?" Harry stared with hazy eyes.

Owen snapped his fingers, and a black flame appeared out of thin air and engulfed Harry entirely.

"This...is going to be cremated?" Harry opened his eyes desperately in the flames. Although he is about to die, he is not dead yet. Is it too early to be cremated now?

Owen concentrated on controlling his phoenix flame, suppressing the curse power contained in it, and only burning the poison in Harry's body. Although ordinary fire magic cannot control it so precisely, this ability that belongs to him can.

Even so, it's not as simple as it seems. His flames are as flexible and controllable as his hands and feet, but removing toxins in a targeted manner is like performing surgery with a scalpel, and a slight mistake can cause greater damage.

While Owen was concentrating on controlling the flames, a figure appeared quietly not far away, watching the scene quietly. The basilisk that was secretly peeping here was startled and roared menacingly at the figure.

Owen saw this figure and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. After a long time, he extinguished the flames on Harry and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He glanced at Harry, who had his eyes tightly closed, and couldn't help but hissed slightly. What a mature man!

Harry had fainted, whether from poison or shock. His skin was covered with burn marks, exuding a fragrant smell, and Lockhart's golden curly hair had turned pitch black.

Owen carefully checked his condition and then breathed a sigh of relief. The basilisk's poison had been detoxified, and the remaining burns were easily dealt with by the wizard. Madam Pomfrey could heal such minor injuries in minutes.

"Huh - Mr. Grindelwald, I thought you wouldn't show up." Owen smiled and nodded at the uninvited figure.

"You know I'm here?" Grindelwald looked away from Harry and narrowed his eyes at Owen.

"It's just an intuition." Owen showed a pure and innocent smile.

In fact, Grindelwald is the final guarantee of his plan! Although Owen is a person who pursues pleasure and excitement, he has never lacked caution. If he hadn't believed that Grindelwald would arrive, how could he have taken Harry with him to implement this plan that might collapse if he was not careful at all.

In fact, he had already discovered that although Grindelwald had been emphasizing that he did not care about Harry's life and death and wanted Harry to grow freely, his behavior was exactly the opposite. He even has a certain regard for Irving.

If he didn't care about it, how could he take the time to take the trouble to teach Harry every week? If he didn't care, how could he be willing to do his best to answer Irving's questions? According to Grindelwald's character, he would definitely not want to take a look at those who are of no use, not to mention that Owen and Harry are just two little wizards.

Owen saw through this and guessed that the other party might have seen some future picture, and perhaps the two of them would play an important role. As an outstanding prophecy magus, Grindelwald has always been an activist. Judging from his past actions, he will never passively wait for the prophecy to come true, but will actively participate and interfere, and actively promote Or prevent the prophetic scene from happening.

Therefore, Owen is confident that Grindelwald will definitely take action in an emergency!

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, and Owen smiled with satisfaction as his guess came true, and said in a clear and melodious voice: "Sir, what can I do for you? I have to send Harry to the school hospital."

Grindelwald clasped his fingers in front of him, nodded slowly and said, "What a wonderful performance."

After speaking, his figure disappeared into the air.

Owen shook his head slightly, waved his wand to make Harry's body float, and then turned to look at the basilisk. The basilisk shook the tip of its thick tail slightly and turned its head awkwardly, pretending that nothing happened just now.

Shaking his head angrily, Owen was too lazy to waste time with the basilisk. He picked up the crown on the ground, cleaned it carefully and put it into his pocket.

In the next moment, he sent the basilisk back to the cave, and then took Ginny, who was unconscious outside the cave entrance, out of the Forbidden Forest.

"Ah, the night is so beautiful." Standing on the wide field, Owen sighed while looking at the moon. (End of chapter)