A ruined Hogwarts

"Why can you fall asleep even while sitting, Owen?" Harry seemed to be thinking about an extremely serious scientific question.

"I'm just having a brainstorm." Owen gave the standard answer with a smile on his face.

"Isn't this just a dream?" Harry asked suspiciously, looking at Owen with a shocked look.

"You must not be here just to figure out this matter." Owen yawned, picked up his suitcase and looked at it.

"Well..." Harry put on a serious expression again and hesitated for a while before saying, "Owen, do you think pure blood is really that important?"

He was struggling with the password for the break room, "Pureblood". This problem has been bothering him for a long time since the last flying lesson incident.

"You shouldn't ask me this question." Owen chuckled nonchalantly, "I am from one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families."

"But you can accept Hermione, and you have a good relationship with those so-called half-blood wizards." Harry said seriously, "I have asked many people, but I want to hear your opinion... I think you have always been very good. Knowledgeable.”

"Should I be honored for this?" Owen raised his eyebrows, popped open the pocket watch cover in his hand, and saw that the pointer pointed to half past ten.

"But it's time for me to go out." He closed his suitcase, carefully carried Melete back to the bed, and stood up with the suitcase.

"I'll go with you." Harry said without hesitation, "You want to find that fax machine, right? I can help you find it... Although I don't understand what problem you are struggling with, I think that fax machine is What a scam!”

"That's nice." Owen glanced at him. Maybe the savior's luck can counteract his bad luck? No, it could be that the combination of the savior's trouble-making constitution and his own unlucky constitution would produce unfavorable consequences.

Owen smiled nonchalantly, then strode out of the dormitory, walked around to the exit of the common room, and went out through the open stone door.

"I haven't come out in the middle of the night since I was caught last time." Harry rubbed his hands, his eyes brightened, and his restless heart began to stir. "Back then, when we were in solitary confinement, Filch I was forced to clean all the toilets on the second floor..." As he spoke, he looked like he couldn't bear to look back on the past.

"Including the girls' bathroom?" Owen said sideways, waving his wand and chanting the Disillusionment Charm on the two of them.

"Yeah, it's late at night and no one is here." Harry's figure was invisible under the influence of the Disillusionment Curse, and all he could hear was his deep sigh.

Owen nodded in realization. It is said that Voldemort was able to find the entrance to the secret room hidden in the girls' washroom when he was in school. Could it be that he was punished by cleaning the toilet because he made a mistake...or else, he sneaked into the girls' washroom and searched around, then How perverted.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I have discovered the truth!

"Owen?" Harry's voice woke Owen up from his trance, and he asked stubbornly, "Let's go back to the previous topic. What do you think about pure blood theory?"

Owen thought for a while and said lazily: "In fact, pure-bloods do not discriminate against mixed-blood wizards, they just exclude Muggle-born wizards. If you insist on saying so, there are no real pure-bloods in the magic world. Any one In fact, the family has a history of intermarriage with Muggles in the past, and those families that were paranoid about pursuing blood purity have long since died out."

"Then why are there so many people pursuing pure blood theory?" Harry's tone was extremely surprised.

"First, it's because of dissatisfaction. It's obvious that wizards have magical powers, but they are restricted to the small magical world by the "Wizards' Secrecy Act". Resentment against Muggles has become the soil for pure-blood theory to take root, and it has also As a result, two generations of Dark Lords were born." Owen said in an unhurried tone, as if he was telling a long-standing story.

"The second is that we can't let go of the glory of the past. The current situation is that the long-standing pure-blood families are increasingly declining. There are fewer and fewer families that still maintain superior status and wealth, and more families are getting mixed up. awful."

"Under such circumstances, some began to think about changes and put aside their prejudices to find a way out. Some were immersed in the dreams of the past and used the concept of pure blood to maintain their sense of superiority, just like Muggles who have lost their Just like the princes and nobles who seize power through life and death, they can only use 'born noble' to numb themselves, which I have to say is a kind of tragedy."

Owen said softly, his clear and soft voice echoing faintly in the dim corridor, like the whisper of the breeze.

Harry grinned in a good mood and said in a cheerful tone: "So, you don't support the pure-blood theory."

"This is my judgment based on my own reason and vision." Owen wiped his lips and suddenly smiled playfully, "But in many cases, I don't mind becoming a supporter of pure blood theory. As long as it is beneficial to me, My bottom line is very flexible.”

Sensing that Harry was silent, he said with a smile: "Only benefits last forever. When you stand high enough, even if you point at my cat and say she is a dog, people will happily cater to you."

Harry said "Ah" in confusion, sounding like a pure retard. The point Owen made was a bit too much for him. He only noticed what Owen said, "only interests are eternal." He shook his head like a rattle and retorted, "There are things in this world that are more important than interests!"

"Tsk, tsk." Owen curled his lips with some regret and twirled his wand casually. It seems that the savior is difficult to mislead. He is truly a pure Gryffindor. Even if he can read, he is still a reckless man.

"Then come on," he said casually, while he was thinking about letting Harry discover the Sorcerer's Stone earlier, and then send Voldemort back to his hometown as soon as possible.

Voldemort is like a prehistoric pit to Owen now. It only took such a short time to trap his patron saint. Who knows what will happen if time goes by. Owen had no intention of teasing Menzi with him.

The corridor was very quiet late at night. The two people could not see each other, and could only hear the sound of slightly hasty footsteps.

After finally climbing up to the first floor, Owen walked straight towards the auditorium. As he passed a room somewhere, he heard Harry's footsteps stop.

"What's wrong?" he asked, turning to look at the door that was opened a crack.

"I don't know, there seems to be something in the room." Harry whispered nervously. When he passed by just now, he felt his eyes were dazzled by something in the room, but when he looked carefully, he found nothing.

He cautiously approached the room, and the carved wooden door opened a thin crack. The door was dark inside, as if something terrifying and dark was hidden, and he couldn't help but tighten his wand.

"Huh?" Owen strode over, his voice undisguised, scaring Harry so much that he almost jumped.

"Shh-" Harry inserted his wand into the crack of the door and slowly opened the door. He couldn't help but swallow, and couldn't help but think of those horrifying stories Draco had told about Hogwarts.

The door gradually opened, and the room looked brighter. The cold silver moonlight fell on the small room, illuminating a huge thing covered with white curtains. The wind blew through the open windows, causing the curtains and curtains to dance gently.

"What?" Owen came over and looked at the object covered by the curtain. The height reaching the ceiling and the regular rectangular shape made him want to roll his eyes.

Why does this thing look so much like a mirror?

His eyes passed over the miscellaneous objects in the room, suspecting that Dumbledore was squatting in that corner and would jump out of a cabinet the next moment.

Forget about fishing, is it really okay to do it so obviously?