A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 103 Your hands are poisonous!

When he heard that the man was going to kill him, Harry's pupils suddenly contracted.

He quickly glanced at Draco, who was holding on to his clothes. There seemed to be a tear hanging from the corner of this guy's eyes. Then he glanced at Owen, who was struggling to get up in the shadows, and he began to feel impatient.

He was frantically thinking about ways to escape, and while glancing at the wand he had dropped on the ground in the distance from the corner of his eye, he tried his best to delay: "Aether Society? Why do you want to kill me? Are you Voldemort's admirers?"

"Voldemort? He is not worthy of our worship. The Ether Society only pursues the ultimate in magic, and you who can defeat the Dark Lord just after you are born... should be a great research material." The man in black cloak has already arrived at Harry's body

In front of him, the two young wizards were shrouded in a huge shadow, "Humph, don't waste time, you will become one of my best collections, and together with us, after half a year of lurking in Hogwarts, we will finally get it."

Together with the magic stone in it..."

As he spoke, he stretched out a big white hand from under the cloak and reached for Harry's forehead. Harry rolled to the side, pushed Draco further away, and then flew towards him.

He turned towards his wand, but in the end he could only watch helplessly as his wand was hit by a magic spell and rolled to a corner further away from him.

The man in the black cloak seemed to have a playful attitude like a cat playing with a mouse. He stepped in front of him and continued to reach out and scratch his hair.

The frightened Draco finally woke up a little. He sneaked into his pocket to find out the alchemy items for self-defense, but he heard the man in the black cloak sneered mockingly: "Don't

Move around, otherwise I don't mind killing one more..."

Draco shivered again and froze in his movements. This guy didn't seem to want to kill him, but did he want him to watch Harry being killed? But neither Harry nor Owen had the power to resist.

What role can it play? No, he has defensive alchemy items that passively trigger the Iron Armor Curse. He can always block more spells than the other two guys!

"You still have to rely on me at times like this!" Thinking this, he nodded with a submissive expression, shrank to the corner, his gray eyes rolled, and his hand that was blocked by his body continued to dig into his pocket.

go.

Owen looked at Draco's little moves speechlessly. This guy was a lot smart, but why was he so stubborn? He didn't want to use magic to attack Draco, because ordinary magic spells would only be blocked by the Iron Armor Curse, which would easily expose him.

His real level, but didn't he use "Owen" to remind the two of his strength? Draco didn't want to think that "Owen" who was knocked down by a single blow would have no alchemical items with defensive spells on his body?

Looking at Draco's stubborn behavior, if Owen is really a dark wizard who sneaked into the school, he will be beaten by society now.

"Could it be that if you stay with a reckless lion like Harry for a long time, you will be assimilated?" Owen thought wildly, speeding up the movements of his hands, "But he doesn't have a bad heart..."

The angry male voice reminded Harry. Feeling the hand that was about to withdraw, Harry clenched it tighter and heard the man's screams getting even louder. Then, Harry only felt the palm of his hand smack.

The man in the black cloak staggered away from him.

In this way, it is entirely possible that Professor Snape is pursuing the Philosopher's Stone. The Aether Society may not be the only one coveting the Philosopher's Stone... Thinking of this, he became a little depressed.

Harry looked up and saw dense blisters on the pale palm of the man in black cloak, which looked very scary. He was still confused when he heard the man's annoyed voice: "What's on your hand?"

……poisonous!"

"Professor... right in front..." Draco's voice came from far away, causing the two of them to look over together, and then met a pair of empty and indifferent black eyes, even with a hint of irritation.

"The Philosopher's Stone... I seem to have heard of this thing." Draco crossed his shoulders with a thoughtful expression on his face, "I've definitely seen it somewhere!"

Harry thought for a moment and extended his palm to Draco. Draco looked at him doubtfully and shook hands with him.

Draco took a breath and let out an undetectable groan from his throat.

Harry was anxious, knowing that this was his only chance, so he rushed towards the man. The man seemed to be frightened, and hid his blistered hand in his cloak, and issued a magic spell to kill Harry.

He was knocked away and then quickly fled towards the other end of the corridor.

The woman narrowly avoided Harry's claws and took the opportunity to distance herself. She swung her cloak and the thick fog instantly submerged her figure. Only a hateful female voice came from the fog: "Ha

Leigh Porter, I remember you! I will come back!"

In the blink of an eye, he looked like a thin man or woman about 1.7 meters tall.

"Huh?" The woman made a confused nasal sound, as if she didn't understand why he was so proactive. Then she screamed in pain like the man, and terrible blisters appeared on her hands.

Owen has three purposes tonight. One is to tell Harry that a mysterious organization has sneaked into Hogwarts, the other is to remind him about the Sorcerer's Stone, and the third is to make Harry think that he has a strange ability that can

hurt certain people.

It took him a long time to find his wand, and he became more and more worried about Owen's situation. When he was about to continue chasing, he found Owen coming back panting, holding the wand firmly in his hand, with a pale expression on his face.

It looks a little weird.

"Look, I'm fine." Owen showed Harry his white palms and said with a smile, "I think those people will be hurt, either because they have malicious intentions towards you, or they have special characteristics.

It just happens to be in conflict with a certain power in you."

The third point is the back-up prepared by Owen for future plans, which is purely aimed at Voldemort and Quirrell, because only they can't touch Harry. There are actually many variables in using Harry as a back-up, because at this stage, Harry

Lee's fighting ability is not strong, and he may not be able to deal with Quirrell and Voldemort even if he doesn't die. After all, the plot of the original work requires too many coincidences.

"At the same time, Nico Flamel is also Dumbledore's friend." He smiled at the two of them, "It's on the chocolate frog card."

"Look up!" Snape said to the little wizard who was almost shrinking into a ball.

Now he just wanted to pry open Harry Potter's head to see if it was all paste! Looking at the other person's messy hair and that angry face, he felt even more angry. He was usually quite diligent.

He is humble, has a decent talent, and will stand up for his classmates who are being bullied... Why is he so like his annoying father now?

At this time, a pale palm rested on his hand. In Harry's horrified eyes, Owen's hand did not have terrible blisters, nor did he make a cry of pain.

Before Draco could make any other move, Owen had already grabbed Harry's head and joked in his mind: "Harry, it's time to discover the power hidden in your body."

Thinking of the second grade declaration he just blurted out when he let himself perform, Owen had the urge to cover his face. Is he essentially such a person? Or has he suppressed it over the years?

"The Philosopher's Stone is the highest creation of alchemy. It has the ability to turn stone into gold and can produce potions that make people immortal. The only existing Philosopher's Stone belongs to the legendary alchemist Nicol Flamel, who is also one of the most important figures in the world today.

The only person in the world who can create the Philosopher's Stone. It is said that Mr. Flamel is over six hundred and sixty years old." Owen said calmly.

After understanding the whole story, Snape said thoughtfully: "What happened tonight is only known to you. I don't want to hear a word about it from other people's mouths." He looked at it with emphasis on warning.

Draco glanced at him and said, "Now, go back to your common room."

"Are you Lilith?" Harry remembered that the man was waiting for a woman named Lilith. He looked at the same silver eye pattern on the woman's cloak, and his heart began to beat fast.

Harry rolled around on the floor before gasping and getting up. Seeing the back of the man in black cloak fading away, Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief. Then he saw Owen in the shadow struggling to stand up.

After picking up the fallen wand from the ground, he chased after the fleeing man in black cloak without mercy.

...Do you think you are Spider-Man? Owen blinked and smiled without saying a word.

The three little wizards breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly towards the lounge. Professor Snape followed them all the time, and his invisible aura forced them to walk faster and faster.

Therefore, Owen wants Harry to understand that he is relying on him. Voldemort will definitely have a lot to talk to Harry by then, and Harry just needs to find the right opportunity to pounce on Harry's face without hesitation like a facehugger.

!

"Professor Snape..." Harry groaned in his heart and lowered his head dejectedly.

Harry had already run around the corner. He called out Owen's name anxiously. From a distance, he saw Owen's back chasing the hem of a black cloak around the corner in front. Harry was about to raise his foot to catch up when a crisp sound came out.

A female voice suddenly came, making him look aside in fright.

A figure wearing the same black cloak walked out of a dark door, with a lazy female voice full of disdain: "Trev is really getting better and better, and he is actually being chased by a little guy.

run……"

Harry looked at his palms blankly, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I've never had this ability before... That man said my hands were poisonous, and later a woman was also hurt by me." His expression.

He is getting more and more panicked and uneasy. Could it be that he has awakened some terrible ability and can hurt others by touching him? Will he never be able to touch others again in the future?

Thinking about it this way, Harry felt that his future life was gloomy. Would he never have a girlfriend?

Her voice became farther and farther away, and by the time Harry passed through the thick fog, he could no longer see her figure at all.

"Now that we know that the Aether Society has sneaked into Hogwarts in some way, I can try to tell." Harry said excitedly, "They dare not touch me. This is our advantage!"

Harry's eyes lit up. He grabbed the woman's hand and quickly rushed into her arms. His other hand was about to press the woman's head hidden under the hood. He understood that this was his only chance to escape now!

"Kid, can you go back with your sister?" A pale palm grabbed Harry's hand. The wand in Harry's hand came out again. In a sudden thought, he remembered that the man in the black cloak said that his hand was poisonous.

So he gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the woman's hand.

"What do you want to do next?" Owen looked at Harry curiously.

After Harry and Draco returned to the lounge, they pulled Owen together and muttered late into the night, speculating on various possibilities. Owen patiently listened to the two people's interesting or ridiculous speculations, and gently stroked the ink in his hand.

Lette's smooth and soft hair.

"Ah, I was really not feeling well a few days ago, but I'm fine now." Owen first put on a thoughtful expression, and then said with a bright smile.

He suddenly thought of something, and his expression became serious: "You said... could it be because I was bitten by a poisonous spider a few days ago, and something happened to my body?"

While the two were talking, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard again from deep in the corridor.

"Well, we also need to strengthen the instinct of punching in the face." Owen smiled and waved the wand teasingly, releasing the illusion again, then raised his hand and pressed the bracket on his shoulder. The wooden bracket suddenly shrank, the length was reduced by ten centimeters, and the upper end became

It has to be a bit smoother, making the shoulders look a lot rounder and thinner.

"That's good." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and scratched his head again, "But I don't feel that I have any power. It's not like I haven't met people who were malicious to me before, but they didn't do this either."

Looking at those sincere green eyes filled with shame and guilt, his anger inexplicably calmed down a little, and he turned to say in a smooth tone: "Confinement for one month, starting tomorrow, all three of them."

Thinking of Owen's previous contact with Quirrell, he felt that he needed to pay more attention to this little wizard.

"Owen, you're fine!" Harry finally relaxed, holding his knees with his hands and gasping, "Why did you catch up? You were so reckless! If you are hurt by them, I..."

When he heard Harry's method of driving away the two of them, Snape frowned, then recited a few spells to check him, but his expression became even more suspicious. He didn't know if it was Dumbledore's.

I plan to ask about the protective measures later.

"Do you... have any special abilities?" He turned to look at Harry's hand.

Snape squinted at Owen's back. He was a master of black magic himself and had been immersed in it for many years, so he was more keen in this area. He always felt that there seemed to be a hint of darkness in this little wizard, but he

It seems like it's just an illusion.

"Thank you for your concern, Professor Snape. Good night." He waved his hand and walked into the stone door.

"Tell me about the situation you just encountered in detail." Snape continued, his eyes scanning everyone's faces with real eyes. Harry was dejected, Draco was hopeless, and Owen looked downcast.

hang down.

Next, Harry and Draco told what they saw in detail, and Owen occasionally added with a smile. He felt that Snape's eyes would always fall on him from time to time, but it was just

Smile back.

Feeling a cold big hand grabbing his hair, Harry struggled desperately and grabbed the other person's palm with both hands. Something unexpected happened, and Harry suddenly heard a painful cry above his head.

With a scream, I felt the man let go of his hair all of a sudden, desperately trying to retract his hand.

Owen controlled his phantom to follow him, quickly took off the prop gloves on his hands while running, and then put on another slightly smaller prop glove. They were just specially treated.

It's just a small prop that will produce scary-looking blisters after being squeezed.

Owen pressed his pale white lips tightly, actually suppressing a smile seriously. It was a strange thing to be called reckless by a reckless man. He said softly: "I'm sorry, I was impulsive. I think that man seemed

He was seriously injured, so I wanted to keep him, but in the end I lost him..."

"Ah, come on." Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling that things were getting interesting.

"I can't think of a reason for you to be here at this time, Potter, Shafiq. You dared to go out for a night out just after escaping death. I heard Draco say that you were attacked and almost died. I don't feel at all.

An accident." Snape looked down at them with a cold sarcasm on his face. It could be seen that he was very angry now.

"The Philosopher's Stone, the Midas Touch, the Elixir of Life..." Harry scratched his hair, "So, Mr. Nicolás Flamel gave the Philosopher's Stone to Mr. Dumbledore for safekeeping, and then the news leaked out for some unknown reason.

He went out and was stared at by some people. In order to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, Dumbledore placed it under the trap door in the restricted corridor on the fourth floor and asked Hagrid's big dog to guard it..."

Seeing Owen chasing the black cloaked man around a corner and out of sight, Harry quickly picked up his wand and ran after the two men, not forgetting to shout to Draco: "Draco,

Don't follow me, go find the professor for help!"

"The elixir of life, that's immortality!" Draco raised his eyebrows yearningly, "Who can refuse a magic stone?" He began to wonder if he could get it, but finally found that there seemed to be no possibility.

Then I became disappointed.

When he mentioned that the Aether Society sneaked into Hogwarts for Harry and obtained the Philosopher's Stone under the trap door, Snape had an unpredictable expression on his face. Harry had been secretly observing his expression, but could not see anything.

He glanced at Snape's hands again, but fortunately there were no injuries on them.

Finally arriving in front of the stone wall of the lounge, Harry and Draco got in as if they were freed. Owen was at the end, but he heard Professor Snape's voice faintly coming: "You don't look good, you are sick."

Already?"

"Owen!" Harry was shocked. How could Owen be more reckless than him?

Harry set a small goal, first shake hands with everyone in Hogwarts!

After this night, everyone in Hogwarts found that the famous Harry Potter had become very enthusiastic. He always liked to shake hands with everyone, even the professor and Filch's cat, which made people laugh.

I wonder if he has revealed any quirks.

However, the vast majority of people were still willing to shake hands with Harry as a sign of friendship. It was said that several little witches and wizards who admired him did not want to wash their hands for several days after shaking hands, which made Harry feel disgusted when he heard this.

cold.

While Owen was happily watching the show, he received an invitation from Quirrell or the Dark Lord again for the first time in a long time.

(End of chapter)