A ruined Hogwarts

The early morning sunlight shines through the window into the ward, leaving scattered horizontal patches on the floor. There were fine dust particles floating in the air, flying lightly like elves.

Harry opened his eyes blankly, feeling comfortable and relaxed for the first time in a long time. The nightmares that had been haunting him these days were gone, his body felt light, and the scar on his forehead no longer hurt.

"Is this what death feels like?" He looked at the ceiling drowsily, and then saw a pale and delicate face approaching him, looking at him with a smile.

"The operation was successful, Harry, you are already a girl." Owen said with a smile.

Harry blinked slowly in response, and then his upper body suddenly jumped up from the bed as if it were loaded with springs. With a "bang", their foreheads hit each other firmly.

"Oh!" Owen let out a small cry of pain, leaned forward and fell into the chair behind him, covering his forehead with his hands and frowning.

"Is your head made of iron?" Seeing Harry's lack of reaction, Owen said angrily, "I'm quite satisfied with my appearance. I don't think I need a scar on my forehead..."

"Am I dead?" Harry ignored him and just turned his head and looked around, "I remember that I was burned by you..." At this point, his expression and tone were full of resentment.

"Ah... yes, you are dead." Owen put down his hands covering his forehead and instantly put on a sad expression, "This is a blurry illusion that comes only after death. It will show you familiar scenes. A certain scene. Here, you can choose to go forward and enter the world of the dead, or you can choose to go back and return to reality in the form of a ghost."

He tilted his head and asked solemnly: "Where do you think this place looks like?"

Harry stared at him. After his brain came to his senses, his IQ began to rise. He quickly put on a suspicious expression: "I think this is the school hospital."

"Campus hospital!" Owen looked surprised, "Oh my God, is it true?"

"I think it's true." Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a standard suspicious face, "And I think you are deceiving me."

"This makes me so sad, Harry." Owen looked at him aggrievedly, with silent condemnation in his eyes.

"Otherwise I definitely wouldn't see you here." Harry spoke more smoothly, but his eyes were fixed on Owen's expression, his emerald green eyes as clear as sparkling lakes in the sunlight.

"...Okay, I'm fooling you." Owen made a "cut" sound, gave up teasing the poor little boy, and leaned back on the chair casually.

Even though he had already suspected it, Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief after hearing Owen's words. He lowered his head and inspected the skin on his arm. It was white and tender, without any scars, and full of vitality and vitality. He turned to look at the rising sun outside the window and the birds flying across the sky. He didn't know why he suddenly felt the urge to cry.

He survived, they foiled Voldemort's plot and escaped from Voldemort's shadow.

"I feel much better." After looking out the window for a long time, Harry turned back and said, "I don't have those nightmares anymore." He touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. It no longer hurt. . My brain is very clear, and the feeling of being slowly invaded by something evil has completely disappeared.

He knew that he had escaped Voldemort's influence.

Owen glanced at the top of his head, couldn't hold back his smile and said, "Much better? That's great."

Harry felt something was wrong. He moved his hand up his forehead, and then touched a jagged stubble of hair... Hiss, no wonder his mind felt clearer than ever before. It turned out that his forehead was a little cold.

"Did you really burn me?" He stared wide-eyed and said in disbelief, "What happened after I lost consciousness?" He thought that being burned was just a hallucination after being poisoned!

"Ahem..." Owen put a fist to his lips and coughed lightly. He suppressed his playful smile and said calmly, "You've been asleep for two days, Harry."

"You were poisoned by the basilisk that night, and I could only use this method to save you." He shrugged, "I have mastered a strange flame that can burn away the toxins in your body, but... after all, it's Flames are not easy to control."

"Then you fainted, and I took you and Ginny to the campus hospital. Madam Pomfrey easily cured the burns on your body and forced me to stay here for two days." Owen pointed to the side. "If you don't wake up, I will get moldy. Look, there is no warm fireplace here, and warm pets are not allowed..."

"Well, I miss Melete." His fingers moved involuntarily. He missed the seductive feeling of playing with the cat and sighed sincerely: "Speaking of which, Madam Pomfrey obviously didn't save your hair..."

Harry touched the prickly hair on his head and felt like crying.

"If you really care, you can ask Professor Snape for some hair restorer." Owen couldn't help laughing again, mainly because Harry's current appearance was not ordinary funny.

"By the way, where's Ginny?" Harry, a strong man, quickly returned to the topic and asked eagerly.

"She woke up that night." Owen smiled and shook his head, "Ron Weasley woke up earlier than her. Madam Pomfrey said that they are all fine."

"What happened that night alarmed all the professors, but you slept peacefully, but I had to deal with the questioning of a large group of people alone..." Owen paused.

Harry smiled gleefully.

"So I told them that it was you who risked your life to defeat the heir and rescued Ginny and I from being held hostage." Owen said with a wicked smile, "Are you happy? Now your heroic deeds have been spread throughout the school. Everyone knows it.”

Harry's gloating smile froze on his face.

"What are you talking about? You deserve the main credit for this!" Harry jumped up from the bed in a hurry.

"I don't want this kind of credit, Harry." Owen walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the grassy field bathed in the morning light. "Dumbledore said that Voldemort will come back one day. If he is If you think about it, how dangerous it is for me." He said the last sentence in a joking tone.

"But...then you can't blame it all on me." Harry understood Owen's concerns, but still shook his fist angrily, "I don't want this credit either!"

"It's not that I have to blame it on you, but Dumbledore must have you take the credit." Owen turned to look at him with an innocent face, "You know that night Dumbledore brought a large group of professors with him What was the first question you asked me after you came to the campus hospital?"

"Tell me, Mr. Shafik, how did Harry rescue you and the Weasley girl?" He stroked his non-existent beard with his hand and imitated Dumbledore's tone.

"Of course I have to answer according to his words." Owen spread his hands.

He narrowed his eyes. These words were not fooling Harry, but what really happened. Although he originally planned to pretend he didn't know anything, he didn't expect Grindelwald to come together with him.

He couldn't forget Grindelwald's sharp and meaningful eyes at that moment, his expression that he would fall out if he didn't cooperate, which was quite oppressive.

Therefore, that night, Owen and Grindelwald spoke in tacit understanding, complementing each other and making up a thrilling experience for Harry, which shocked the professors who were listening to the story. Hagrid fell on Harry and cried on the spot. If Madam Pomfrey hadn't come to the rescue in time, he would have almost crushed the unconscious little wizard's bones.

It seems that Grindelwald really has high hopes for Harry and has some arrangements for Owen... Gee, that's quite unpleasant.

"Dumbledore? You didn't lie to me?" After hearing Owen's explanation, Harry instinctively felt that this guy was deceiving him.

"You can ask him." Owen said calmly, "Now your deeds have been spread throughout Hogwarts, all thanks to Dumbledore's hard publicity for you in the auditorium."

Seeing Owen's calm and calm expression, Harry's face became darker and darker: "What on earth is Dumbledore thinking?"

"It's not impossible to guess." Owen said, stroking his chin with one hand. "Taking me out was probably just to protect an innocent student and his family from Voldemort's persecution in the future." That's weird!

"Are you innocent?" Harry glared at Owen hard, as if trying to find a flower in his cheeky face, "What about me?"

"Anyway, you have always been Voldemort's sworn enemy, number one on the must-kill list. You are itchy if you have too many lice." Owen looked at him matter-of-factly, "The more legendary your deeds are, the more fearful Voldemort will be. The less I dare to attack you easily. This is actually a good thing."

Harry said nothing and still stared at him.

"Moreover, Dumbledore's efforts to promote your heroic deeds, doesn't this just show that he has high hopes for you?" Owen clapped his hands and said with a bright smile, "He is improving your reputation, Harry, it looks like He really regards you as his successor."

As soon as these words came out, Harry was stunned and his attention was immediately diverted.

"I...I, can I?" He didn't know where to put his hands.

"Who knows, you have to ask him." Owen picked up an apple on the bedside table, took out a silver knife and peeled it smoothly.

Harry absently looked at the knife that was flying in Owen's hand as if it were alive, wondering why this guy's action of peeling an apple was so beautiful and dazzling.

"By the way, where's Peter Pettigrew?" He suddenly thought of something more important and instantly put aside his previous entanglements.

"According to your last words, I tied a bow on him and gave it to Dumbledore." Owen raised his eyebrows. I didn't forget to recite a forgetting spell to that guy before that.

"I think Dumbledore will make good use of him." He grinned. For Grindelwald, who has become a political creature, Peter Pettigrew will obviously become an important political bargaining chip for him to further control the Ministry of Magic.

"So Sirius Black will be released soon." Harry said expectantly. For his strange godfather, he had very complicated feelings, including longing, anxiety and worry.

"Just wait for the news." Owen threw a whole apple peel into the trash can, took a bite of the apple, and felt the sweet and sour juice explode in his mouth.

The ward fell into silence, and neither of them spoke. Only the sound of biting apples continued to sound.

After eating the apple, Owen wiped his hands with a tissue and suddenly threw a diary to Harry: "Aren't you regretful that you didn't destroy Voldemort's Horcrux with your own hands? The opportunity is given to you."

Harry held the diary in both hands and was stunned for a moment after hearing Owen's words. He threw the old diary out of his hand as if he was electrocuted: "You mean...this is that diary? Another Horcrux of Voldemort's?" "He couldn't help lowering his voice, and the stubble on his hair stood up in alarm.

"Where did you find it?" Harry grabbed the wand on the bedside table and the black gemstone ring that almost killed him, and carefully moved it to the diary.

"Voldemort gave it to me personally." Owen raised his lips proudly, "I took great pains to disguise myself as Lockhart, of course not just to deal with a crown."

"For you..." Harry felt so speechless and ridiculous for the first time. But thinking that Voldemort had personally "entrusted" the crown to him that night, he became a little numb. He didn't know whether Voldemort was too stupid or Owen was too cunning. He only knew that from now on, that terrible enemy had changed in his heart.

"Do it, it has no ability to resist." Irving glanced at the time and urged. Tom's soul is still imprisoned by the Dark Guard.

Harry looked at the black hard cover of the diary, pressed the button of the black gemstone ring, and without hesitation inserted the venomous steel needle into it, his movements clean and neat without any sloppiness.

There seemed to be a distant, erratic scream coming from the diary, and dark black ink seeped out drop by drop from the small hole punctured by the needle tip. It dripped all over the floor in the blink of an eye, and then there was nothing unusual anymore.

"That's it?" Harry opened the cover of the diary and looked at the signature on the title page, feeling inexplicably bored. I thought destroying Voldemort's Horcrux would be an exciting thing, but the truth is, there was no sense of participation at all...

Owen sat on the bed and looked out the window far away. Hearing the terrible screams coming from somewhere in his body, and feeling the soul dissipating in his body, he raised the corners of his mouth and gently shook his feet.

"Farewell, Tom," he said in his heart, "my dear friend."

At this time, noisy noises and chaotic footsteps came from the silent corridor. Harry hurriedly put away the ring and diary, while Owen stood silently in the corner of the room.

The door creaked open, and a large group of people crowded in, like ten thousand ducks.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny, who had red hair, came to Harry with tears in her eyes and gave him a big hug, "I'm sorry... thank you..."

Harry patted her shoulder in confusion, and then was dragged over by others.

"Harry, look what you have done!" Draco squeaked, "You single-handedly defeated the heir and rescued that guy Owen? I have to thank you for not dragging me along to find death. …”

"Harry! It's great that you're okay!" Daphne shouted with a rare increase in volume.

"I really have you, Harry!" Blaise patted Harry's shoulder hard.

"Tell us, is the heir really a mysterious person? Also, your hair style is really cool!" The Weasley twins also came to join in the fun, and even brought their little brother Ron over.

Ron's freckled face turned red. He hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "I... thank you for saving Ginny and I... and your study group..."

His voice grew quieter and quieter, until Harry was surrounded by others and couldn't hear his last words.

"I...you...I'm not..." Harry also blushed. He wanted to explain that it was not his fault, but he didn't know what to say and no one wanted to hear what he had to say.

In the end, he could only puff up his face in despair and let a group of people chatter in his ears.

At this moment, he only felt that they were noisy.

Owen leaned leisurely in the corner of the room, watching this scene with gloating. He felt very lucky for his foresight.

In the end, Madam Pomfrey came down like a god, and Harry was rescued by a roar from the east of the river.

"I'll check you again, and you'll be discharged later." After roughly expelling a large group of people from the campus hospital, Madam Pomfrey turned to them and said to them kindly. (End of chapter)