A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 106 The final performance is about to begin

It has been raining continuously for many days, and the grass outside the castle is muddy every day. There is damp moisture in the air, and the temperature is still low, making it so cold that people don't want to leave the warm lounge.

However, when the first Quidditch match of this semester started, the little wizards still rushed to the Quidditch field in the cold shower. Except for a few in the Slytherin common room, they were anxiously preparing for the N.E.W.T.s exam.

Except for the seventh-grade students, the only one left was Owen, who was lazily huddled in front of the fireplace and warming himself.

The little raccoon Melete was lying on Owen's lap with her front paws, eyes squinting lazily. Half a year later, Melete's size has been close to the size of an adult cat, with pale hair covered with dark brown spots.

The short brown hair is smooth and shiny, and the body shape is smooth and graceful like a little leopard. When the eyes are slightly narrowed, it gives people a contradictory feeling of sharp handsomeness and lazy confusion.

She likes to sneak into the kitchen to ask for food while Owen is studying. The little cat Nizi has a big appetite but never gains weight, which makes Owen very puzzled. She is also keen on blocking a certain corridor to scare Mrs. Norris.

, frightened the poor Maine Coon cat so suspiciously that it would jump up at the slightest sign of trouble, causing Owen to receive several warnings from Mr. Filch.

Melete would also patrol the castle with her brothers and sisters, and act as a little spy to inform Owen who often violated school rules. She also liked to use Owen's desk, chair or books to grind his teeth while he was sleeping, or to

He messed up his short black hair.

But as the rainy days continued, Melete was unwilling to leave the warm flame in the fireplace. Lying on Owen's body to warm herself by the fire every day was her favorite thing.

Owen sat quietly in the armchair, stroking Melete's warm and soft hair with his left hand from time to time, while flipping through the introductory book on black magic that he copied from the forbidden book area.

Although he has mastered several powerful black magic spells, Owen does not know much about the basics of black magic. After he decided to study black magic, he began to cram in relevant basic knowledge.

He glanced at the empty lounge. It was rare that he did not enter the space facing the wall. Instead, he changed to a more comfortable position and continued to warm himself by the fire. He opened the thick book in his hand and lightly traced the words in bold font on the title page with his fingers.

A line of advice. This foundation of black magic kept in the forbidden book area.

Books are only for students to broaden their knowledge and horizons, rather than for them to learn, so they basically contain similar warnings and taboos. However, Owen has actually violated these taboos to the point where he just glanced at them casually.

Skip them and turn to the main text.

"Ah, come on." Owen yawned.

The study group gathered in an empty classroom on the second floor, listening to Harry stuttering about the spell-casting technique that Dumbledore taught him. This should be an advanced technique that can speed up the release of the spell.

Become faster. In a duel, even just being faster can play a decisive role.

These days, Harry was always trying different ways to focus on Professor Snape. He "accidentally" bumped into him, pretended to fall, met love at the corner, fell in love with him... all kinds of outrageous methods.

He tried, but Snape always avoided it as expected, watching Harry make a fool of himself indifferently, while not forgetting to attack him with venomous words with a mocking look on his face.

"He is a kind-hearted guy who can selflessly share the precious knowledge taught by Dumbledore with his friends." Owen was a little distracted. As the protagonist of a fairy tale, such a person is speechless.

Harry was also wet all over, and his wet hair looked even more messy. He sat on the chair without saying a word, looked at his palms thoughtfully, and then whispered mysteriously: "I think

I know who those two guys from the Aether Society are pretending to be."

"It's not us, it's you." Owen said lazily, his deep eyes unwavering.

But the white magic that followed made the little wizards get out of their discouragement. This is a healing spell that not only allows wounds to heal quickly, but also has a certain effect on wounds caused by some black magic. At critical moments

It's a life-saving spell.

Obviously, this should be specially selected by Dumbledore, a white magic that is not difficult to release but has a high upper limit.

"I said it before, it's not a ploy!" Harry emphasized.

In the following spell practice, Owen experienced for the first time the powerlessness of a scumbag. He had learned everything quickly in his previous life, but he hit a wall in white magic. He was able to gather a certain amount of positive emotions, even if they were not very stable.

, but then he not only had to overcome the malicious interference in his heart, but also had to overcome the obstacles of the black devil's guard. Several times, the spell he was about to cast was pushed back.

"Owen, why are you so afraid of the cold?" Daphne used a magic spell to clean her wet blond hair and looked at him with her steamy blue eyes.

Owen glanced at him sideways, silently thinking about the several potions he had refined not long ago, as well as some high-level potions Natasha had obtained for him outside school. Due to his father's instructions, Owen was difficult to

He got the finished potion from the potion shop at home, but he himself has been too busy recently to study potions. Fortunately, Natasha was able to buy it for him and send it over.

He silently turned his head to look out the window at the sun that was about to tilt into the mountains, his expression indifferent.

"Doesn't this just mean that he is not Professor Snape? If he couldn't control himself and attacked me in public, that would be a good thing." Harry said confidently, which is what he did.

Purpose. “True Dean Affirms

Something happened, otherwise he wouldn't need to hide from me at all. I'm very close to the truth now! We have to rescue Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell from the Aether Society. As long as I find the evidence, Dumbledore

The professor will never sit idly by!"

"It needs to have enough compassion or protective thoughts." Harry demonstrated to everyone, the tip of the wand in his hand bloomed with soft white light, "Mr. Dumbledore said, the effect of this spell depends on our determination and will.

.When your heart moves forward courageously, it can show effects beyond imagination.”

"No, actually I really want to see what he will do." Owen said with a half-smile. Harry Potter, who was thinking about him so much, came to his door and posed seductively, but he didn't believe that Voldemort would hold back.

Order something.

"Okay, I admit this method is a bit ridiculous." Harry scratched his head.

After reading for a while, he opened another black magic spell book, selected a few practical spells from it, and remembered them in his mind. For example, a "thousand-edge" spell that can cut the human body can

It emits a bright silver light that can cause wounds to people with a blade, and can even be disabling or even fatal. It also contains a certain black magic curse that can make the recovery of the wound very slow.

"No, no matter what method we use, we have to confirm Professor Snape's situation!" Harry slammed the table firmly, his emerald green eyes flashing with determination.

…

"Both of you..." Harry had a black line on his forehead, "Shouldn't you be worried about whether the real Professor Quirrell is okay? He must be in a very dangerous situation now. I have to tell Mr. Dumbledore about this."

"There is another person from the Aether Society, and I think it is Professor Snape." Harry said with some embarrassment, and couldn't help but stand up and pace back and forth, "But I can't be sure, because it was Snape that night.

The professor arrived in time to take us back... Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he did this deliberately to dispel our suspicions. After all, we were following the dean that night before we bumped into the man from the Aether Society."

"Well done, Owen!" Harry made an encouraging gesture to him, looking genuinely happy. This was the first time he saw Owen being stumped by something. He probably wasn't good at using emotions.

Strength to recite a spell? That's right, Owen is usually too rational, just like Hermione is not very good at this either.

Owenson leaned back in his chair helplessly and said silently in his heart: "I hate white magic."

"Hey, I actually have such thoughts, am I influenced by Voldemort?" He shook his head in amusement. He somewhat understood Voldemort's thoughts. The deeper a person degenerates, the more he thinks.

To pull down those who are still bathing in the sun.

Sure enough, cats are the most healing creatures in the world, and Owen will never be able to resist the temptation of cats in his life.

Here we go again, Owen, who is afraid that the world will not be in chaos... Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

The rainy weather has passed, the air has become dry, and the study life at Hogwarts is still calm and leisurely.

"By the way, we have a party next, right?" Harry called Blaise, Daphne and Pansy, "Mr. Dumbledore taught me a very powerful technique, but I didn't quite understand it..."

He blushed in shock, and then said excitedly: "However, I have learned a useful white magic."

However, this technique involves some knowledge that is obviously not accessible to young wizards of this age. Harry was just trying to catch up, just reading out the notes he had taken down in a daze, his eyes looking even more dazed than the young wizards listening to the lecture.

The stone wall at the entrance to the lounge slid open silently, and a large group of people rushed in, covered in clammy moisture, and loudly discussed the situation of the Quidditch match. The originally quiet and peaceful lounge suddenly became noisy.

The seventh-grade students who were reviewing seriously frowned irritably.

"You should be glad that he stayed away from garlic." Draco said with a mocking look, "Oh, garlic is like a nightmare. If he is really replaced by someone from the Aether Society, then this organization has done a great thing.

He paused: "I would rather face them than face the disgusting smell of garlic again."

From condensing and utilizing malice, to analyzing and releasing curses, although Owen is already very proficient in this process, learning this process from another angle also gave him some inspiration, and the scattered knowledge in his mind became more

Be systematic.

The two of them have been fighting wits and courage recently. Harry has been defeated and defeated repeatedly, and his whole body is on fire. But Snape's face is so gloomy that it is almost dripping with water. The look in his eyes that he has been looking at Harry all day seems to be already gone.

I couldn't help but want to recite the death curse on him.

Owen held his chin with one hand and thought about it carefully. Harry's story was really pointless and intermittent, and many key points were missing. He could only write down some points that he couldn't figure out for the time being, and planned to think about it carefully when he went back. Others

Most of the people looked dull and confused. Only Hermione took down seven or eight pages of notes, which was more than three times more than Harry's notes.

Owen's movement of stroking Melete paused slightly, and then continued to caress the hair as if nothing had happened.

"It makes sense." Irving rarely agreed.

"Well, you should continue to meet Professor Snape." Owen said with a chuckle.

"You think, he suddenly changed a lot last semester, even his dressing style changed. This is too suspicious. I should have thought of it earlier!" Harry said energetically. He finally caught it.

The fox's tail of the Aether Society.

"You're right, I really shouldn't go to this game, but Pansy forced me... Oh, I'm going back to the dormitory to change clothes first." Daphne twisted her wet sleeves and walked away in a hurry

.

"How is that possible!" Harry almost exploded. He was very tired. Why are Owen and Draco so unreliable?

"Okay." Draco sighed with disappointment and began to rummage through his homework. The amount of homework he had accumulated no longer allowed him to procrastinate any longer. "This is the first time I know that there is also an herbal medicine class.

So much homework..." he complained.

"I'm sure he has big problems!" Harry walked out of the classroom angrily, and then suggested eagerly: "Do you think that if I go to his office to ask him questions, will he reveal his flaws?"

Harry thought it was because he had not found any evidence, so after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he had already prepared to block Quirrell in the classroom and pestered him to ask about various options for treating werewolf bites. As a result,

I found that the other party actually put on gloves...

"I should have known that Hufflepuff was not up to par, and it was impossible for those idiots who couldn't do anything to defeat the brainless fools of Gryffindor, so I shouldn't have gone to watch this game.

"Draco said in a long and dissatisfied tone. His light blond hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, looking a little embarrassed.

This is completely different from the "Split into Four" spell in life magic. The Split into Four spells can basically only be used to cut objects. Accidentally hitting a person is almost like being cut by a penknife.

At this time, Melete yawned, jumped from Owen's lap to the table, and lay between the pages of the book staring at him with her round golden eyes. She looked innocent and cute. Owen instantly threw away the Shadowless Curse of the Divine Edge.

When he reached the back of his head, he stroked the cat contentedly, and listened to the comfortable purring of the little cat, Nizi, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes happily.

Of course, Harry was not included. He took advantage of the opportunity to teach alone and vividly told Dumbledore about Quirrell's anomalies and his suspicions about him, but he did not receive the expected response. Dumbledore just laughed.

He said nothing, avoided answering, and resorted to the trick of procrastination, which made the little wizard who was obsessed with seizing the ether and learning tricks anxious.

However, the Shadowless Curse is Professor Snape's representative curse. It seems that only he knows it. It has his own distinct personal characteristics. Moreover, the counter-curse is not easy to obtain, which seems to be a bit troublesome...

Good guy, you are going to pack yourself up and send it to Voldemort. Owen stared at Harry with the eyes of a warrior, making the other person's face become redder and redder.

"But they are deliberately planning, stalking, openly and secretly..." Draco added, "I dare say that no one has ever dared to challenge the dean's patience like you. It's really surprising that he hasn't killed you yet."

Exceeded my expectations.”

Owen looked at Harry, who seemed to be glowing all over, and then looked down at his bloodless palms, and lightly clicked his tongue: "Forget it, this is good, I won't bully honest children."

Owen sat elegantly and lazily in the corner, holding his chin in one hand and squinting at the warm white light emitted from Harry's wand, which he felt was a bit dazzling. He listened silently as Harry cast the spell without reservation.

He explained the main points in detail, and answered Hermione's questions one after another very patiently. Although he was a little overwhelmed, he was very serious.

The other little wizards released the prototype of this magic one after another. It was only when Neville was almost finished that Owen reluctantly released a shallow white light, but he felt that this thing was more difficult than all the spells he had learned before.

.

"Oh, it's really tiring to build a stage by myself. Can it be ruined?" He slumped on the chair, thinking about where he could cut corners.

"It would be interesting if such a person could be allowed to fall into darkness." Owen's expression became a little strange, and a hint of deep malice flashed in his dark eyes.

After today's game, he took the opportunity to congratulate the Gryffindor team on their victory and shook hands with Professor McGonagall to rule out her suspicion. In this way, there were only two professors left who had not shaken his hand.

——Exactly two.

"I think he would be very happy to make a specimen of you and put it on the wall and frame it." Draco said quietly, "and write 'door-delivery idiot' next to it."

"Professor Quirrell," Harry said seriously, "I'm sure there's something wrong with him. I tried to talk to him after Defense Against the Dark Arts yesterday, but he just gave me a few perfunctory words and walked away.

"It's different from the first time we met... completely different." He recalled that when he and Professor Quirrell met for the first time in the Leaky Cauldron, the other party was enthusiastic and nervous.

"Do you really want to seduce? I can't write a letter and ask my father to provide you with some necessary supplies..." Draco perked up and remembered Owen's proposal that night. He couldn't help but look Harry up and down, feeling that he was dressed up

She should look pretty as a girl.

"In a bladder round, Gryffindor defeated Hufflepuff in the end. I'm not surprised at all..." Blaise rushed over and squatted in front of the fireplace shivering to warm himself, "Gryffindor's leading score

Not much, as long as we beat Ravenclaw by twenty points in the next game, this year's Quidditch Cup will fall into our hands early..."

"It's understandable. I heard that Professor Sprout lost a lot of magic plants the day before yesterday. It's normal for her to be angry..." Harry sighed, and then his face fell, "But there is no doubt that I really want to

Throw the homework in the face of the person who stole the herb."

Owen thought of Snape's Shadowless Curse and felt a little jealous. The wounds caused by this black magic spell invented by Professor Snape can only be completely cured by a fixed counter-spell, and this spell is very hidden and sinister.

, does not emit any light beams or sounds, making it difficult for the enemy to detect and defend. If combined with spell-free and wand-less spell casting, it will be even more difficult to defend against.

Owen put away the books on the table very naturally, held the sleeping Melete in his arms, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of the cold, I just hate the cold and like the warmth." In fact, he

He seems to be less afraid of the cold after completing his dark magic transformation, but this has nothing to do with his dislike of the cold.

The little wizard on the side looked at him and blinked, feeling that black energy was coming out of him again.

After communicating again for a while, a group of people argued with each other excitedly and went to the auditorium to eat together. Only Draco finally managed to win the game, and looked proudly mocking Hermione for learning slower than him this time, but when

After Harry turned his head to comfort Hermione, Draco instantly turned into an inflated pufferfish and let out a heavy "snort".

In such ordinary daily life, the weather became warmer and warmer. Owen also slowly completed his arrangements and took the suitcase out of the Room of Requirement.

"The final performance is about to begin." He whispered with a bright smile, "Then, please look forward to it gorgeously and accept it with gratitude."

(End of chapter)