A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 10 Schrödinger’s Muse Rabbit

"Yes, that's right...in order to drive away a...sucking...vampire I met in Romania...it has been lingering...Vampires are repelled by the smell of...garlic."

Professor Quirrell looked weak and stammered in reply to the little wizard's questions. He looked submissive, which caused bursts of laughter.

"Ah, Harry Potter!" He suddenly stopped next to Harry and said excitedly, rubbing his hands together, "I think you must know...you know why this is?"

"Because the smell of garlic is like excrement to vampires..." Harry said calmly, "Garlic can indeed drive away vampires. To be precise, it makes them sick, but don't expect a vampire to be blinded by anger.

The vampire will let you go."

"Exactly...completely correct!" Professor Quirrell looked overly excited, "Perfect...answer! Slytherin plus...ten points! I told you that there is no need for you to take this class again...

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"This is what it says in the textbook, Professor, I just previewed it before class..." Harry said.

"Excellent...excellent!" Quirrell exclaimed, as if Harry had done something extraordinary.

Harry's expression was a little uncomfortable, but thinking of what happened this morning... he instantly felt calm again.

"Harry Potter really deserves his reputation. At least he is very stable and has the demeanor of a general." Daphne said in a low voice.

Owen shook his head, said a few words to her, and after sending the little girl back to do her homework, he returned to the space facing the wall. With a somewhat stiff expression on his face, he saw that the rabbit that was supposed to be dead there was jumping around again.

After going back and forth in the wall-facing space more than twenty times, Owen finally determined the state of the rabbit muse.

"I'm hiding from you. You took Potter through the city this morning. You don't think it's embarrassing, but we do." Theodore Nott said something faintly behind him, and then he floated away like a ghost.

I saw the little rabbit lying on the ground silently, without any heaving in its abdomen.

"I have been mentally prepared for a long time. She also died." Owen said calmly. In his past life, he had raised many animals, the most common being magic pigeons, and he had seen many of them leave.

"In other words, the wall-facing space can resurrect the dead? Although the resurrection only exists in this space, if we study it in depth, can we achieve true resurrection from the dead?"

"Well, there are always some people who don't like to walk through the city in a ostentatious way. They think it's like bullies parading in the streets and crabs roaming the streets..." Owen said funnyly, and then gave subtle advice in more acceptable words, "I think Harry would prefer to keep a low profile.

Some, otherwise you will look like an upstart who gets carried away just because he is a little famous..."

Owen said no more. He glanced at the rabbit lying in the nest, and his eyes were stunned. He raised his hand and touched Muse's head, and felt only coldness and stiffness in his hand.

As soon as he entered the misty space, Owen saw a white stuffed dumpling rushing towards him, squatting at his feet and looking at him with his head tilted, his red eyes very lively.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he saw Harry sitting on the four-poster bed with his head down reading a book. His thin figure looked lonely and a little pitiful.

Owen was thinking about various possibilities with some excitement, and many thoughts sparked bright sparks in his mind. After a long time, he calmed down and analyzed other things.

"This is so evil." He groaned.

"What's wrong with your rabbit?" Harry asked cautiously.

Speaking of which, Muse is really quite worry-free. She is not picky about food and seldom gets sick. She is not afraid of people like normal rabbits. Irving uses her to do magic, and she won't cooperate, but she won't run around either, just like

It is a magic prop that does not move, which is quite suitable for Owen's wishes.

Owen went over and touched it. Although the body was still soft, there was no breath of life.

After stuffing the last bite of pie into his mouth, he returned to the common room with Blaise and Daphne, where many students were already sitting in twos and threes on the carved chairs.

However, as Owen grew up, Muse also became an old rabbit.

"Why don't you go to the common room?" Owen nodded to him, walked to his table, and asked casually.

"Owen?" Daphne's eyes showed a deep blue under the light, like a clear and gentle lake surface, "Are you sad for Muse?"

When the bell rang, the little wizards rushed out of the classroom and headed towards the auditorium, eager to appease their hungry stomachs with food.

Owen threw his backpack on the chair closest to the fireplace and went back to the dormitory. He didn't forget to feed the rabbit.

"Really? I think it's okay." Malfoy turned to look at Owen suspiciously, as if he wanted to get some support from him.

"oh oh."

Regardless of practicing the spell, Owen left the wall-facing space in an instant. He needed to calm down.

Owen walked out of the castle, dug a hole in the grass on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and buried it. Then he returned to the common room and huddled in a chair in front of the fireplace to warm himself.

Before starting training, Owen glanced in the direction of Muse, and his expression suddenly froze.

"Impossible! Harry was so happy that his face turned red." Malfoy shouted to Theodore.

"Actually, you don't have to accommodate Malfoy. If the other person really causes you trouble, then you have to speak out openly. Some things are not a big problem after you talk about them." Owen said with a smile,

"If you just keep it in your heart, the hidden dissatisfaction will not disappear, it will only become a knot in your heart, and one day it will burst out, hurting others and yourself."

"Sorry..." Harry said, and then realized that Owen's expression was very calm.

"Oh, it's about time." Owen found a box and put Muse in it. "At least you are a rabbit who has entered Hogwarts."

"That's shameful." Blaise was finishing his blows at the side, and Daphne nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it." Only Pansy's brain circuit can match Malfoy's.

Owen washed his hands carefully, then came to the auditorium and had dinner with a large group of young wizards. Harry came over to get some food and left in a hurry. Looking at his back, he always looked a bit gloomy, even Malfoy

Even if you shouted his name behind his back, you would pretend you didn't hear him.

In the blink of an eye, this joke-like Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson was over, and this was also their last lesson today.

Owen looked at Harry in surprise. Did he change so much just on the first day he was assigned to Slytherin? Not only did he preview in advance, but his temperament also changed? Isn't it said that a person's nature is easy to change but hard to change?

?This has become too fast.

The muse is dead.

Every time he returns to the wall space, the probability of Muse being dead or alive is random, almost a 1/2 chance.

"But no matter what, this wall-facing space is more mysterious and interesting than I imagined." Owen sighed, touched the rabbit's soft fur, and then placed her on the ground.

After returning to reality, Owen first completed today's homework, and then returned to the wall space, intending to continue practicing magic spells.

"Wait a minute, Muse is just an unintelligent rabbit who can't speak or express. Did her thoughts come here after death, or is it just a space-replicated thought, or did it generate another completely different one?

thinking, none of this can be proven..."

"Dead again?" Owen pulled the short hair on his forehead in great confusion, as if he was determined to murder his hairline. This rabbit died and came back to life, lived and died again. Is this playing with his emotions?

"Oh, hi, Owen, you're back." Hearing Owen's footsteps, Harry raised his head and took a look, put down the textbook in his hand and rubbed his eyes.

"Well, it seems that his reputation is not all watery." Blaise nodded in agreement.

Owen met her by chance in the forest near the manor when he was a child. When Owen walked by, the little thing just stared blankly, like a silly roe deer. Owen saw that she was bold, so he took her back and raised her.

Malfoy was seriously considering Owen's words, and nodded thoughtfully for a long time: "I understand."

Harry sighed like an adult and said, "He's so enthusiastic, I don't know..."

"Dead." Owen held the box in his hands.

She is just an ordinary rabbit, not a magical creature with a longer lifespan. Probably because she has a large part of the blood of Polish rabbits, Muse is very small, only as big as a palm, and small rabbits have a shorter lifespan.

Shaking his head in amusement, Owen continued to look through his Defense Against the Dark Arts preview notes, thinking about how to cast several spells, without participating in the whispers of the people around him.

"What is he doing?" Malfoy crossed his shoulders in confusion and glanced at Crabbe and Goyle who were crazily stuffing food into their mouths. The two big guys shook their heads in confusion with expressions on their faces.

The tip of the rabbit's nose was up and down, and he found a comfortable position in Owen's hand and lay down, chewing the air with his mouth, as if to hint something.

Little did he know that at this moment, Owen felt a storm in his heart: "He is really a muse, with exactly the same personality and habits!"

"I copied this copy when Muse was alive. At that time, it was just a motionless body. So, after Muse died, she lived in this space?"

"By the way, there is a copy of Muse in the wall space." Owen entered the wall space and planned to get rid of it.

"Huh? Muse?" Owen was startled, then bent down to pick up the rabbit, looking up and down with strange eyes.

"Uh, well... I think it's quieter here." Harry muttered softly.

"What's going on? Because the Muse clone in the space is also very old, so it died of old age just now?" Owen looked deeply troubled, which made Daphne look worried.

Owen tilted his head and glanced at him, not sure what he understood.

"Is this... Schrödinger's Rabbit?" After the initial doubt, Owen quickly became excited, "The entire space facing the wall is like a huge black box. When I didn't enter it, the Muse might

In a superposition of life and death?"

"So, the wall-facing space may be related to the microscopic realm?"

"Whenever I enter space, the state of the Muse will collapse into one of the forms of life or death...Is this the observer effect?"

"It's interesting."

(End of chapter)