A ruined Hogwarts

In the space facing the wall, white mist spreads faintly around, covering the rows of bookshelves, making it quiet and peaceful.

Owen's meditating figure suddenly moved. He waved the wand in his hand. Ominous black mist spread in the pure white space, and a pitch-black shadow emerged from it, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

Stretching out his hand towards his black devil guard, Owen looked at the icy black mist and the fluttering hem of his cloak flowing nimbly around his palms and backs, with a rich smile on his lips.

The cloak flew over him nimbly, and he carefully straightened the crooked top hat, shrouding Owen's whole body in a thick black mist, making it impossible to see his face.

The omnipresent coldness and malice enveloped him, but his brain, which had been in an inexplicable state of excitement, gradually calmed down. He wrapped his cloak tighter around his body and leaned back lazily on the chair with his eyes closed to meditate. It wasn't until sleep came over him that he yawned and didn't forget to say good night to the rabbit muse who huddled in the corner again before going back to sleep.

Melete, who was curled up on the bed, looked down at him arrogantly with a disgusted face the whole time. A pair of golden cat eyes shone slightly in the night, like two clear glass balls. Owen poured her a bowl of milk, picked up the little kitten and rubbed it up and down, then let go of the frustrated little guy, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he was woken up by Melet's little paws. Looking at the reddish plum blossom footprints on his cheeks in the mirror, Owen rubbed his face and glanced at the vengeful little guy with a smile.

He pulled out a piece of letter paper from the drawer, dipped his quill in ink, and wrote a brief letter to his father.

"...I'm pretty well in Hogwarts, but I've been having a little trouble recently, maybe it's the troubles of youth...I remember that there should be a large space for the Seamless Stretching Curse box at home. Instead of putting it in It has been gathering dust at home for more than ten years, so you might as well send it to me to use for a while. I found something interesting here. If you do it well, I will bring you a super birthday gift at the end of the school year. …”

After carefully sealing the letter, Owen took the time to go to the Owlery and mail the letter home.

Life in Hogwarts is still calm and warm, full of laughter and joy. The bright sunshine dispelled the coldness of the night and illuminated the laughing and playing figures.

Owen sat among the young wizards talking and laughing, listening to the childish complaints and youthful commotion that occasionally reached his ears. He had just done enough things last night to stay in Azkaban for a lifetime, and he felt a sense of excitement for a moment. It feels like a world away.

"Owen, you almost stayed up last night...did you really receive a love letter?" Draco leaned his head over with a gossipy look on his face and squinted at the less obvious dark circles under Owen's eyes. The little wizards around him turned their heads and looked over with astonishment.

"Ah, maybe, I received an invitation from a mysterious person, and we went on an exciting adventure together." Owen raised the corners of his mouth and responded lazily. He raised his hand and pressed Draco's golden hair, pushing the other man's head back, which was getting closer.

"Tell me, who is that person?" Blaise strangled his neck from behind, and Daphne and Harry also cast curious glances.

"Guess." Owen said with a wicked smile.

In the peaceful daily life of campus, time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye it was Halloween Eve.

Blaise had procured a swarm of live bats from nowhere and was waving his wand in the common room to make them bigger, but the spell went awry. The bats chewed through the bags in which they were imprisoned, rampaged through the lounge and vomited green slime, causing many people to suffer.

The girls with slime on their heads screamed and ran back to the dormitory, but the red-eyed bats also flew in behind them. The boys hurriedly caught bats everywhere, and secretly punched the culprit Blaise twice.

Owen was discussing the issue of transfiguration with Daphne. He slowly recited an iron armor spell above their heads, then looked at the chaotic scene around them with gloating, and leisurely sighed: "It's really full of energy."

Daphne glanced at Owen with a smile, who was worried about the world being in chaos, and put her chin in one hand to look out the window at the clear and dark lake. She can always find a rare tranquility in the hustle and bustle, like the bright sunshine shining on the fields in golden autumn.

"The banquet is about to begin, hurry up and get there." Owen packed up his homework, put the sleepy Melete in his pocket, and walked gracefully through the chaotic crowd towards the auditorium.

The auditorium has been decorated with colorful decorations, low dark clouds are hovering above the dining table, and huge pumpkin lanterns are walking back and forth in the sky. Countless bats were flying on the ceiling, causing the little Slytherin wizards who had just been freed from Blaise's bat nightmare to look up frequently with lingering fear.

It wasn't until the sumptuous food appeared on the golden plates that the little wizards settled down and chatted with each other while eating.

Owen glanced at the teachers' seats. Several seats were empty. Not all teachers were willing to come to the banquet. Headmaster Dumbledore was enjoying a plate of cream pudding, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were chatting harmoniously, Snape, Quirrell and Hagrid were not around.

He looked over at the Gryffindor table again and saw that Hermione was talking to Neville and was not absent from the banquet.

"Ah, it looks like tonight will be a peaceful night." Owen cut a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth.

"...I don't know, Mr. Dumbledore just chatted with me for a long time about my parents..." Harry whispered what he saw when he went to the principal's office yesterday, "Also, he told me that every week in the future I went to his office once every six nights and said he would give me private lessons."

Harry blushed under the surprised and envious looks cast by the young wizards, but his expression was more nervous and expectant.

"Wow, you are going to be Dumbledore's successor, Harry." Owen sighed, looking at Dumbledore from a distance with a smile in his eyes, "Maybe he wants to train you to be his successor. "

"No, don't talk nonsense..." Harry waved his hands hurriedly, his face turning even redder. He was actually confused. After all, in terms of learning ability, Owen and Hermione were much better than him.

"Don't worry, I won't be jealous of you, because I also have someone to ask for advice." Owen said jokingly as he took a sip of pumpkin juice. Although the professor was obsessed with black magic and had ill intentions towards him, his level was not bad.

Before Harry could say anything, the door to the auditorium was suddenly knocked open, and Quirrell rushed in with a look of horror on his face, gasping and shouting: "There's... there's a monster! In the underground classroom..."

After saying that, he fell to the ground without saying a word, and his cheek made a close contact with the ground with a "snap". He fell hard and was a ruthless person.

"Oh, that's really uncreative." Owen swallowed the last piece of steak in his mouth, drank his pumpkin juice slowly, and saw Dumbledore releasing purple fireworks with his wand to calm the panicked little wizards.

"The prefects will take the students from each house back to the common room." Dumbledore glanced at Quirrell who fell to the ground and said calmly. Then he hurriedly left the auditorium, followed by the teachers.

The prefects were shouting loudly, the little wizards were huddled in a mess, and the auditorium was crowded with people talking and complaining.

Owen saw the Weasley twins taking advantage of the chaos to sneak up to Quirrell. After looking at each other, the twins had evil smiles on their faces and grabbed the big purple scarf on the back of Quirrell's head.

During these days, although Peeves had been trying to uncover the secret on the back of Quirrell's head, Quirrell guarded it tightly. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he never let him succeed.

Peeves was not in a hurry, but became more and more energetic, but Fred and George were. Because the two of them started a bet on what was hidden in Quirrell's scarf, and many young wizards actively participated. As long as the mystery was revealed, they could earn at least five gold galleons.

But as time passed and Quirrell's secret was not revealed, the enthusiasm of the little wizards gradually faded, and their bets were almost gone. Seeing that the small amount of money they were about to receive was about to slip away from their hands, while the two hated Peeves, they finally couldn't help but attack Quirrell.

The twins each grabbed Quirrell's big scarf with one hand, nodded to each other with firm faces, and then pulled it up together.

The strange thing is that Quirrell's head was motionless as if it was stuck to the floor, and the huge purple scarf was also pressed tightly between his head and the floor, preventing the two of them from pulling it off for a while.

"Isn't this wrong?" George mouthed.

"There is no turning back when you shoot your bow. For the gold galleons, do it!" Fred also mouthed back.

The eyes of the two brothers became more determined. They jointly performed the movement of accumulating power, and then suddenly exerted their strength in tacit agreement. The big scarf that was tightly wrapped around Quirrell's head finally came apart, and was thrown into the air like a long purple snake by the strength of the two of them.

The two brothers looked down with bright eyes, and the little wizards around them who noticed this scene also cast their gazes curiously, and saw under Quirrell's big scarf——

It's a small purple scarf.

The Weasley twins looked at this scene with dull eyes, then their eyes became fierce and they stretched out their claws again.

At this time, Percy Weasley squeezed over, put his hands on his hips and screamed like a girl: "Fred, George, what are you doing? Do you want to be expelled? Come back to the lounge with me!"

The twins looked at each other helplessly, and were dragged out one by one by Percy. Before leaving, they secretly stepped on the back of Quirrell's head, leaving a few dusty spots on the scarf. footprint.

"You don't seem to feel anything inside?" George felt the feeling on his feet just now.

"I seemed to feel a 'click', like something crunchy was broken." Fred smacked his lips.

The brothers winked at each other, looking even more curious.

Owen mingled with the little wizards in Slytherin and watched the whole scene. He pursed his lips tightly and suppressed a faint blush on his pale face. He didn't know whether to mourn for Voldemort or worry about the Weasley twins.

"It seems that I also invested in their trick products? Shouldn't I lose everything?" He thought wildly.

The little wizards of Slytherin, led by prefect Gemma Farley, walked towards the dungeon, as if they were back on the first day of school. Along the way, the little wizards were anxious but excited and whispered inexplicably, discussing what kind of monster had run into the school.

"Maybe it's a fire dragon! You see, Professor Quirrell fainted with fright."

"That's because he is timid to begin with. I suspect he would faint nervously when he saw a caterpillar..."

Suddenly, a burst of exclamations broke out from the crowd: "Look! What's that in front of you?"

The corridor leading to the common room was blocked by a huge blue-purple figure. A very ferocious-looking bird face was opening its beak and making a sharp chirping sound at everyone. The creature in front of me has the body of a snake and the head of a bird. It has huge wings folded on both sides of the body and two legs underneath it.

"Birds and snakes, 4X level magical animals." Owen narrowed his eyes and said, is this the monster released by Quirrell? Or rather, one of the monsters?

"I really met Merlin. How many magical animals were in the tent that was snatched from the black market? He wouldn't have released them all, right?" He looked at the ferocious appearance of the birds and snakes. The magical animals in front of him were obviously captured by the little wizards. Startled, he entered a state of instinctive defense and counterattack, rolling his body and rushing towards the little wizards.

"No! Help!"

"I want to go home...wuwu..."

Some of the junior wizards were so frightened that they cried and their legs became weak. Prefect Gemma took several senior students to cast a spell on the bird and snake, but it had little effect and only made it more angry.

"Wait, oh, let me think about it, I need a teapot..." Gemma hurriedly pulled the frightened student back while muttering the contents of the textbook in a trembling tone. This magical animal is difficult for adult wizards to subdue, even if books clearly tell people how to deal with it.

"Hurry... run!" Draco, who was walking at the back, had a hint of crying in his voice. He shivered back, not forgetting to grab Harry and Owen's robes and pull them away. He was dragged so hard that he staggered. Blaise took out his wand and looked around, kicked open a door next to him, and let Daphne help Pansy hide in.

"Careful!" Harry suddenly shouted, and the wand in his hand shot a red light at the top of Draco's head. A small bright blue flying insect was beaten and swayed in mid-air for a while, then it flapped its small wings on both sides of its head and moved very quickly to Crabbe's side. The sting under him pricked the opponent's butt hard. superior.

"Ouch!" Crabbe screamed and jumped up, and then everyone watched him rise higher and higher, floating on the ceiling like a balloon and unable to get down. His face was pressed against the ceiling, his hands and feet were dancing chaotically like water, and he was making meaningless screams.

The bird snake on the other side was attracted by the small thing above its head, and cast its alert and curious eyes over.

"Well, there's really no way to be lazy." Owen recited a few Iron Armor spells to the people around him to prevent them from being stung by the Billywig bug. This insect from Australia is not very common, but it is very useful and not dangerous.

"Owen, do you have anything you can do?" Harry pinned Draco down in a utility room and hurriedly rescued the frightened little wizard.

"Flying around." Owen pointed his wand at Goyle and Crabbe, who was floating on the ceiling. A series of candies, cookies, and desserts swirled out of their pockets, and then transformed into shapes under Owen's transformation. There were bright yellow birds.

Owen directed them to chirp and fly in front of the bird snake, and then said to Harry, Blaise, and the others: "Use the Silent Curse to stop those little guys from screaming. It will only anger the bird snake!" In fact, The bird snake has little desire to attack humans - as long as people don't approach it or scream to annoy it.

Harry and Blaise looked solemn and chanted spells to the little wizards who yelled the loudest. Daphne also came out of the room and helped with a calm face. Hearing Draco's increasingly shrill shouts, Harry coughed lightly, waved his hand and fluttered a silent curse. Draco became quiet, but his expression was sad and angry, as if he had been shamefully betrayed.

When the screams of the crowd subsided one after another, Bird Snake's mood was obviously much better, but he still coiled his body vigilantly and firmly blocked the passage ahead. Owen directed the birds to fly in front of Bird Snake's eyes. The clear bird song attracted Bird Snake's attention, like a hungry person seeing delicious food.

Its eyes followed the movements of the birds, then the snake's neck receded and it suddenly pounced towards them.

"Owen, here!" Prefect Gemma turned out a big jar in disgrace and shouted to Owen in a low voice.

Owen waved his wand, and the birds lined up very quickly and got into the jar in Gemma's hand. The bird snake also turned nimbly, its body suddenly shrunk in front of the narrow mouth of the jar, and finally got into the jar which was too small for it.

Gemma immediately tightened the lid, hugged the jar that was still shaking from side to side, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"Thank you." She pushed her chestnut curly hair behind her ears, a smile appeared on her beautiful face, and then she looked at the few little wizards floating on the ceiling with a headache.

"I just did something trivial." Owen shook his head and used his wand to pull Crabbe down from the ceiling like a balloon. "It's time to tell the students to continue going down..."

Before he could finish his words, another deafening roar came, like a terrifying scream coming from the abyss, filled with blood-curdling ferocity and bloodlust.

Owen looked behind him solemnly, and the sound of "dong-dong" footsteps came from far and near very fast, causing the ground to tremble.

"Looks like a big guy is here... Damn it, where have all the professors gone?"