A ruined Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Owen got up from the bed, woke up the little furball Melete, and stared into her golden eyes seriously, with the laziness and hoarseness unique to the morning in his voice: "Melete, See if there is anything strange about me?"

Kitty Tanuki opened her eyes angrily, stretched out her paws to push Owen's palm away, yawned widely, stared at him with narrowed eyes and shook her head.

Doesn't this person know that cubs won't grow if they don't get enough sleep? I really want to scratch this smiling face... Melete glanced at Owen, licked her paws slowly, and washed her face diligently.

"Okay." Owen stretched out, not waking up his roommate who stayed in bed over the weekend, and carefully groomed himself to be exquisite and decent.

There were not many people in the auditorium, and the morning sun outside the window was bright and bright. Owen finished his breakfast leisurely, then found an empty classroom with bright windows and wrote a letter in neat and beautiful handwriting. Now that the fax machine has been found and the ghosts of the school have been working hard during these times, the ghost party that Owen promised will also be put on the agenda.

"Dear Knight Francis,

"I'm glad you liked my last story. In fact, I hope to write about your wonderful past. It must be a great adventure, but I can only trace your glory from a few words in the history book. The experience...all I can say is that it's a shame.

"Next Saturday at nine o'clock in the evening, there will be a grand ghost party in Hogwarts Castle. I know that you have not appeared in front of people for hundreds of years, but Sir Stuart and Lady Elizabeth are both willing to attend this party. This is a grand event, and they also look forward to meeting you who have never met before.

"I remember you once said to me that you have always cherished each other but were separated by fate. I think this will be a wonderful and beautiful reunion, a meeting that spans time and history. It will definitely burst out inspiration and thinking. sparks of excitement.

"On behalf of the ghosts of Hogwarts, I sincerely invite you to participate in this party, and I look forward to having an in-depth exchange of the fascinating history with you. I hope you can fulfill my little wish as a student who has always longed for you, and also Let the other two people not sigh in despair because they missed it again.

"Yours sincerely, Owen Shafiq."

After writing the letter, Owen put the letter in a dark and restrained black hard envelope and carefully sealed it with a silver wax seal. Then, he chanted a magic spell on the envelope, using a technique similar to howling letters, and turned it into a magic letter that could read the contents of the letter politely and kindly.

He has been communicating with three ghosts in this way these days.

Next, Owen continued to write two more letters, carefully considering his words.

"Dear Sir Stuart, I'm glad that you also like Debussy's music, but compared to the ever-changing "The Sea", I prefer the gentle and tranquil "Moonlight". It... I hope you can participate in this For the grand event at Hogwarts, we have obtained the consent of Knight Francis and Lady Elizabeth, and they are also eager to have this romantic meeting with you that spans thousands of years..."

"Dear Lady Elizabeth, I was very surprised to hear that your favorite opera is Othello. You know... I sincerely extend an invitation to you to come to Hogwarts with Knight Francis and Sir Stuart. A historic meeting..."

Owen sealed the three letters, breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the Owlery to mail them.

These three extremely famous and charming ghosts are his carefully selected targets. They don't know each other but they cherish each other, but they live in isolation and have a close relationship with each other. I believe they would be happy to have the opportunity to meet each other and resolve their long-standing regrets.

Owen created for each ghost the illusion that the other two had agreed to attend the party, and used this as bait to invite all three together with a high probability. And when these three great gods arrived at Hogwarts, this event was justifiable.

"I've tried my best. If you still can't invite them, then I have nothing to do with them." Irving was not worried about deceiving three people in a row. Anyway, these three "social terror" ghosts were not a bad thing. As friends, cheating on each other occasionally can deepen our friendship.

There were still piles of papers from last night on the grass outside the castle. They were covered with a little dew from the morning and covered a large area like snow.

The students had never seen anything like this before. They happily ran into the pile of white papers and piled them into various shapes, such as fire dragons, castles or human sculptures.

The shouting and cheering made the school full of youthful vitality, until a wise man put a fire in the pile of paper. The spark was blown by the wind, igniting all the papers in an instant, and then quickly spread to the lawn. superior……

A fire almost burned down the Forbidden Forest, and the professors ran out of the castle one after another, jumping around energetically to put out the fire. Professor McGonagall stamped her feet and shouted "happily", turning a group of little wizards into flowers destroyed by the strong wind.

"What a peaceful campus life."

Owen stood in a classroom and watched this scene through the window. He sighed happily, and then Peeves came to the door. This mischievous ghost has come to demand that he fulfill his promise.

"Teach me, teach me what you promised Peeves, cheating and fooling!" Peeves circled around Owen with a playful smile, holding two dung eggs in his hand, and aimed them at Owen's head with malicious intent. He gestured as if Owen was going to throw them at his head if he didn't agree.

"Okay -" Owen hugged his shoulders and drawled, "Although you caused me a lot of trouble last night, you did help me find the fax machine, so I won't cheat on you."

He glanced at the impatient Peeves with a deep smile, and narrowed his eyes with a playful expression.

"First of all, you have to know that people only see what they want to see, and we're trying to trick their eyes first."

Owen raised his right hand and tapped the dung eggs in Peeves' hand, signaling Peeves to hand them to him.

"This is mine! No one can take away what belongs to Peeves!" Peeves shouted, putting the thing behind his back.

"When did you get the illusion that I didn't take them away?" Owen blinked his left eye jokingly, and two identical gadgets appeared in his hand.

"Huh? This is impossible!" Peeves took out his two dung eggs and looked at them in front of his eyes, only to realize that they had become colorful at some point. He was stunned, and his small black eyes were almost cross-eyed.

"Give it back to me! That's Peeves' thing!" Peeves looked at the dung egg in Owen's hand angrily and angrily, pinched his nose and flew around the classroom.

"Okay, give it back to you." Owen let go of the gadget in his hand. Peeves hurriedly flew over and took them into his hands, throwing away the colorful balls in his hand.

"This is the first point I want to tell you, true and false." Owen smiled as he caught the ball dropped by Peeves and tossed it up and down, "Let the other party not know what is true. What’s fake.”

"Speak clearly!" Peeves shook the dung egg in his hand and threatened with a tigerish face.

"Why don't you try to see if the thing in your hand is real or fake?" Owen tilted his head.

Peeves screamed strangely and threw the dung egg in his hand directly on Owen. With a "pop" sound, the black ball exploded, and a ball of colored paper exploded.

"You lied to me! What you got is real!" Peeves overturned the table angrily and hung himself on the chandelier, which made an overwhelming creaking sound.

"Tsk, then you are too naive." Owen crushed the ball in his hand, and a large group of colorful ribbons burst out.

"Where's my shit?" Peeves yelled, banging his head into the ceiling.

"Think about it for yourself." Owen said pretending to be profound. "I just want you to understand that a successful scam is to make the other party unable to distinguish between true and false, and to make him regard the false as real and the real as real." Fake……"

Peeves stuck his head out, narrowed his eyes, and his expression suddenly became more evil. He always had a talent for playing tricks on people.

Seeing this, Owen suddenly raised his hand and showed off the wand in his hand, pointing the tip of the wand out the window, smiling elegantly and mysteriously: "Second point, when I tell you there will be a trick here..."

When Peeves turned to look out the window, the wand in Owen's hand suddenly exploded into a bouquet of flowers. At the same time, the chandelier Peeves was clinging to suddenly transformed into a giant tree frog with a big mouth, and swallowed him in one bite.

When Peeves emerged angrily and illusoryly, Owen lazily leaned against the wall and said, "The real trick must be somewhere else."

"This is very useful." He winked at Peeves mischievously, "For example, when you don't like someone, you can pretend not to be interested in them and tease them a little bit. . When that person lets his guard down and you turn to deal with him, it will be easier to achieve surprising results."

"If you tease him hard when he is gloating about his misfortune, the difference will hurt the other person's heart even more." Owen suddenly smiled meaningfully, "In other words, when that person is someone you don't dare to mess with but you hate it, You can just pretend that you just accidentally affected him."

"Peeves never dares to mess with anyone!" Peeves sneered.

"Really?" Owen just glanced at him without revealing it. In fact, he knew that Peeves was most afraid of the principal and did not dare to provoke most professors because they were fully capable of dealing with Peeves.

"Then let me put it another way, for example, someone you don't want to mess with but despise, want to punish him and want to find out his secret." Owen's tone became erratic and seductive, which made Peeves couldn't help but Thinking of someone.

Looking at Peeves, whose eyes were rolling around, Owen wiped the corners of his mouth and smiled meaningfully. He knew that Peeves looked down upon a certain cowardly professor, and had even tried to pry into his little secrets before.

Owen just reminded Peeves of this matter, and then cleverly used words to strengthen his little idea.

When the time was almost up, Owen clapped his hands and said, "Okay, the last thing is to use the mechanism cleverly."

He opened the classroom door a crack and placed a stool on top of the door. He stretched out his hand and pushed the door gently. As the door opened, the stool fell down with a "dong" sound.

"This is the simplest prank trick, I think you can do it." Owen glanced at Peeves, then pulled a thin line between the door and the classroom window, and simply wrapped a blackboard eraser inside the door.

He pushed the door open again, and the thin thread suddenly came loose. The blackboard eraser on the opposite side of the door was pulled straight by the thin thread and slapped over. Owen closed the door and the blackboard eraser slapped on the door, leaving a white chalk mark on it.

"You can use your intelligence and prank talent to design one or two more steps... to make the mechanism more complex and diverse." Owen smiled, "The best thing about the mechanism is that it does not require you to be at the scene of the prank, and it can be easily Take it out. You are a ghost, and you are born with the convenience of setting up many mechanisms."

"Peeves' pranks are always upright, and Peeves is not afraid of anyone!" the ghost with a sinister smile on his face shouted in an unpleasant voice.

"Well, great." Owen shrugged, "I hope you won't encounter a situation where you need to take yourself out. But the role of the mechanism is not just that, it can also be used to attract other people's attention and help You have accomplished a trick...it depends on how you use it."

"Okay, I'll stop here. Bye." Owen waved his hand and walked out of the classroom in a good mood.

After briefly instructing Peeves, he returned to the common room with brisk steps and lazily curled up in the armchair in front of the fireplace to do his homework. This armchair has now almost become his exclusive place.

Melete seemed to feel that he was back. She walked out of the dormitory with her head held high and elegant steps. She nimbly avoided the students along the way who stretched out their paws to touch her, and slowly came to Owen. Next to him, he jumped lightly onto his lap.

"Meow-" Melete stretched out, made a meaningless cry, and curled up to warm herself by the fire with Owen. The big ears and long tail tremble flexibly from time to time, like a furry doll.

The newly born kitten Nizi grew up very quickly. Although he still looked round-headed, he could already vaguely see his strong and elegant figure as an adult.

"Oh, are you tempting me?" Owen glanced at her and asked with a smile.

"Meow~" Melete meowed softly.

"Okay, the temptation was successful." Owen put down the quill in his hand, waved his wand and let it automatically write quickly on the parchment, while his hands gently rubbed the cat's soft fur.

The atmosphere was warm and peaceful, until Owen's fingers pressed against Melete's paw.

One person and one cat happily played a game where the cat's paw must be on top, until Melete, furious at the loss, jumped off Owen's lap and went to find Daphne and the others for food.

"You can lose even if you play this game. It's really embarrassing to the cat world, Melete." Owen joked.

Halfway through, Melete jumped up with a "meow" as if her tail had been stepped on, and glared at Owen fiercely. The cat's claws must be on top, unless you encounter a dog! Are you sure your hand speed is still human?

"Tsk." Owen tutted lightly, distracted while doing his homework. After completing his homework, he took out "Standard Spells, Level 7" and read through the last few pages.

The day passed leisurely, and night came in a blink of an eye.