A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 111 Crossing the Trap Door Version 2.0

The ice-like potion penetrated into the whole body, isolating the scorching temperature of the fire. With just one step, the two of them passed through the black flames unscathed and entered a huge room. The room was very empty, except for a familiar face.

The mirror stands in the center of the room.

"Mirror of Erised?" Harry said in surprise.

"It seems that the mystery of this room lies here, let's go and have a look." Owen said easily. He walked quickly towards the magic mirror, and Harry followed behind with a vigilant look on his face, his eyes still looking at the empty room.

He glanced around.

Standing in front of the mirror, Owen calmly stared at the scene in the magic mirror. The Mirror of Erised faithfully presented him with his most urgent desire now - to get the Philosopher's Stone. But he couldn't get it.

Harry was stunned for a moment. He saw himself smiling mysteriously at him in the mirror, and put a bright red stone into his pocket. At the same time, he also felt a slight weight in his pocket, as if it was really being pressed.

What was put in.

"What did you see?" Owen suddenly turned his head and tilted his head towards him.

Harry instinctively looked into his pocket.

"Judging from your expression, you should have gotten the Philosopher's Stone?" Owen suddenly approached him, with a meaningful smile on his lips, "Let me guess, it must be in your pocket!"

Harry watched blankly as Owen put his right hand into his pocket and took out the bright red stone.

"Ha, it's here as expected." Owen passed the bright red stone from his left hand to his right hand, then threw it up high, caught it in his hand, looked at it, and then handed it to Harry.

The Magic Stone looks like just an ordinary red stone, with a slightly transparent bright red color as a whole, and the inside seems to be filled with rich blood. The smooth surface does not appear cold, but has a slight warmth.

Nightweed is a plant that lives in the dark like a devil's net. It explodes violently when exposed to light, and the cry of mandrake is deadly.

"Okay, let's go back quickly." Harry took the Philosopher's Stone handed back by Neville, carefully put it back into his pocket, and then picked up the large bottle of potion he needed to drink to return the way he came.

In fact, Harry did not see or touch the real Sorcerer's Stone with his own eyes. He only took a glimpse of it in the Mirror of Erised. How could he remember the details of the Sorcerer's Stone clearly? He would only think that Owen had taken it from his pocket.

What he took out and returned to him was the real Philosopher's Stone. After all, Owen's movements did not leave his sight during the whole process.

Just as the first line of the Requiem libretto expresses the meaning: Lord, please grant them eternal rest.

"Thank you, Melete, my assistant." Owen knelt down and took the suitcase handle that Melete was biting, smiling softly and stroking the kitten's head. Melete squinted in the palm of his hand.

He rubbed it, then stared at his cheek with wide golden eyes.

Owen instantly extinguished his lighting spell, and while flying high into the sky, he put on the enchanted earplugs as he was prepared. As soon as he completed his action, a crackling explosion began, restoring the darkness.

The ground was flooded with fierce firelight, and the red smoke rising around them carried a pungent smell.

Owen looked at it carefully, then quickly put a magical paper "coat" on the magic stone, and then handed it to Melete. Meleta bit the magic stone and raised her tail and swung it gracefully.

for a moment, then jumped into Owen's open suitcase.

"Tsk, the tone is not accurate, it's a bit uncomfortable." He murmured. The tone of the transformed violin was a little inaccurate, but it seemed that there was no time to tune it now, because the door with the three-headed dog was close at hand.

"Of course." Harry handed the stone in his hand to Draco.

Owen's figure was suddenly enveloped in the ominous black mist in mid-air, and his light black cloak floated behind him, like black bat wings. His rapidly falling body slowly froze in mid-air, and then chased after him.

Another falling figure glided down silently and gracefully. He watched as the other person exerted a shock-absorbing and speed-stopping spell on himself, and finally fell into complete darkness.

"Okay, be careful, don't come near this place again." Harry warned over and over again like a mother, and then hurried to the common room with his companions.

As early as when Owen took the Philosopher's Stone out of Harry's pocket, he replaced it in a swaggering way under Harry's nose. Although magical items such as the Philosopher's Stone are difficult to copy using a copying spell.

, but that doesn’t mean Irving can’t prepare a replacement in advance.

"The Sorcerer's Stone..." Owen stroked the stone in his hand with a half-smile, a playful look in his eyes.

"Harry, Owen, you are back!"

"You guys go back first, I have to go to the library." He said softly.

"That's what it looked like when I got it," Harry said. "It can't be a fake, right?"

The hurried figure was wearing a black robe, and the black wizard's hat on his head was held low, only half of his pale and thin face was exposed. He was breathing heavily and looked like he was about to collapse when a gust of wind blew.

Similar.

Owen quietly listened to their footsteps going down the stairs until they could no longer be heard. He walked through the corridor for a moment, then returned to the restricted corridor on the fourth floor and watched Melete dragging a body larger than hers.

A much larger black suitcase popped out of an empty room.

"Devil's Net, it's just a little trick." The other party's voice came, and then blazing flames rose into the sky, dispersing the surrounding darkness.

The hands of the clock have pointed to nine o'clock in the evening, and the flames in the Forbidden Forest have not yet been suppressed. The fire lights up half of the sky, like a gorgeous and grand bonfire party. Thick streams of water visible to the naked eye fly in from all directions.

In the fire, they worked hard to prevent the spread of the fire. This was the efforts of the professors.

The door slowly opened, facing the angry roar of the three-headed dog. Owen put the violin on his shoulder and elegantly played Mozart's "Requiem", and the quiet and solemn melody slowly floated.

Owen naturally didn't know what Quirrell was thinking about, so he just nodded slightly, slowly clasped his hands in front of him, and asked calmly: "Where is Professor Snape?"

"The big deal is, we'll share the benefits equally with Harry and Owen." He was already thinking about how to divide the spoils. As for Hermione and Neville? Let's go ahead!

With Hermione staring at him as if to guard against a thief, Draco snorted with dissatisfaction, reluctantly returned the Sorcerer's Stone to Harry, and said slowly: "This is magic.

Shi? It doesn’t look like a big deal."

"How come, thank you for accompanying me..."

"Okay, so are you sure Dumbledore won't come back halfway?" Owen slowly took out his recorder, tilted his head and looked at it for a moment, pointed at it with his wand and chanted the transformation spell, turning it into a human being.

A deep black violin.

"I don't know...it doesn't look like it has any magic power." Hermione also took the Sorcerer's Stone and studied it for a while, then handed it to Neville.

"Then other people who had already thought about it responded and pushed naturally, and things naturally became like this." Owen nodded clearly and gently plucked the strings with his fingertips.

Owen did not follow him. He stared at the flames in the distance quietly, with no expression on his face. The swaying firelight was reflected in his dark eyes, making his pupils more violent and strange.

color.

"The people from the Aether Society are about to take action." Harry said nervously and excitedly, "But we have already succeeded in advance!"

"I just recited the Imperius Curse to a representative of a country I met by chance during the holidays. It's not difficult as long as it's unexpected. I learned a lot of information from him, including his plan to impeach Dumbledore...

I just asked him to mention it in advance." Quirrell said calmly.

"Owen, can't you go another day? It's very dangerous tonight." Daphne sighed. Others were not surprised, because Owen often used the excuse of sneaking into the forbidden book area to sneak out in the middle of the night.

"So fast! Did you succeed?"

"Professor Quirrell, how are you?" Owen asked after lighting his wand. His voice seemed cold and hollow, turning into layers of echoes in the room.

In addition to the black devil's nets growing on the slippery ground, there are also some plants with fiery red appearance like pitcher plants scattered around. Under the light of the fire, these "nepenthes" begin to rapidly turn red and swell.

, some even started to have sparks and thick

Smoke. There are exquisite murals carved on the slippery walls around it. As the devil's net clinging to it quickly shrinks, the vines also uproot several plants with green leaves and human-shaped roots. They hang like dolls on a sunny day.

Swaying in mid-air.

…

With a slight "plop" sound, Owen knew that the other party had landed. The surrounding area was dark, and except for a small spot of light at the entrance above, there was no trace of light in the room.

Everyone was looking in the direction of the Forbidden Forest through the windows. At this moment, fires were burning in the depths of the black forest, and the raging flames seemed to dye the dark sky orange.

"I don't know, these powerful alchemical creations are just ordinary." Draco returned to his old ways and said in a arrogant tone.

At the same time, the uprooted mandrake cried loudly, and the shrill and sharp cries echoed and overlapped in the closed room, making Owen, who was wearing earplugs, feel dizzy.

Quirrell's hand froze, and then he said in a gloomy tone: "It's too late, I have no choice, and neither do you."

"How dare they burn the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione pursed her lips tightly, then nodded to Harry, dragged Neville upstairs, and said: "We should go back to the lounge, tonight.

Don’t come out again, bye.”

He turned around to face the approaching figure, his dark eyes were bottomless, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said in a calm and soothing tone: "Good evening, Professor Quirrell, you are three minutes late."

"All the professors are busy putting out the fire, we have enough time." Quirrell glanced at Owen with a gloomy look. The little wizard in front of him just stood there quietly, looking still harmless, but the smile on his face was not.

Instead of the harmless and slightly mischievous bright smile of the past, he smiled quietly and deeply, and seemed to have a hint of ridicule. The dim light and shadow around him cast a layer of laughter that was so rich that it could not be dissipated.

Open dark temperament.

No one knew better than him what terrible guidance the Dark Lord had given to the little wizard in front of him. He was burdened with the crime of murder at a young age. Coupled with the influence and erosion of black magic, he could not imagine what the other person's heart would be like.

How twisted it is. But there is no doubt that this seemingly normal little wizard has definitely become a crazy guy, and even more unruly because of his young age.

"Is Quirrell such a tough guy to set fire to the Forbidden Forest?" Well, he dared to break into Gringotts alone, and it doesn't seem strange to occasionally burn the Forbidden Forest.

Owen was suspended quietly in mid-air, staring at the figure hidden in the darkness from above. Under the tall black top hat, the raised white corners of his mouth seemed to be teasing all living beings.

Magic stone!

Once something passes through the hands of a magician, who can guarantee that it will still be the same thing as before?

Draco couldn't put it down and played with the red stone in his hand, shaking it vigorously. He thought about writing a letter to his father when he got back, maybe his father could get the Sorcerer's Stone. Dumbledore actually brought danger into the school unscrupulously.

, he deserves to be taught a lesson.

"Defend from the outside but not from the inside? What an interesting setting." Owen followed everyone out of the door, looked back and took a deep look, and then left the restricted corridor.

Harry shook the bright red stone in his hand and grinned: "I found the Sorcerer's Stone!"

Owen stood up with his suitcase in hand. As he turned his hand, a bright red stone appeared in his hand.

Owen looked at him with a deep look, and suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, looking peaceful and beautiful. He said in a clear and deep voice: "Maybe." Then you have no chance.

The two came to the black flame together. Harry carefully tested it with the corner of his clothes. After finding that there was no harm, he passed through the flame with his eyes closed. Owen followed him, always with a faint smile on his face.

.

Under the swaying orange firelight, the devil's net spread on the ground quickly twisted and retracted, avoiding the light and heat of the flames. At the same time, the entire room was displayed in front of their eyes.

Owen stood by the window and watched the scene with a smile. At the same time, he was counting the time silently, until the sound of some hasty footsteps climbed up the stairs, getting closer and closer.

Harry also felt helpless and gave some advice, but he also knew that his advice was of no use. In his opinion, Owen was like this, accepting lessons with an open mind, but then determined not to change, and insisted on going his own way.

Owen loved music in his previous life, and his favorite and best instrument was the violin. He thought it would be better to use the violin next time.

The devil's net waved its vine tentacles lively, lifting their bodies up continuously, and sent the group back to the trap door. Harry quickly played a flute, making the ferocious three-headed dog fall asleep again

.

In the room where the potions were placed, several people quickly gathered around, shouting at the two of them.

Those young wizards who have been told about the Philosopher's Stone will become witnesses to prove that the Philosopher's Stone that Harry took out looked like this, and they can also help reduce Owen's suspicion, although Owen's suspicion is not high in the first place.

"This is your first greeting from me. I wonder if you are satisfied with it, Professor?" Owen whispered softly to himself amidst the piercing cry, with the corners of his mouth raised happily, "The breakthrough just now was too childish, this is like an adult.

It’s a game.”

"Dumbledore went to the United States. Even if he learned the news here, he would not be able to come back in time." Quirrell squinted at Owen's actions.

"Nightburn and mandrake, damn it!" Quirrell hurriedly extinguished his own flame, but it was too late.

Quirrell raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at the door in front of him. Owen looked away from his violin and said softly: "Have you really thought about it, Professor Quirrell? It's still too late to turn around and leave now."

"How did you influence the decision-making of the International Federation of Wizards?" Owen asked curiously, and the two of them entered the restricted corridor together.

"You have figured it out." Daphne and Blaise came over and breathed a sigh of relief. Then they said solemnly: "There was a fire in the Forbidden Forest just now. The fire was very strong. I'm afraid the professors have all gone to put out the fire...

"

"I'm afraid he is following 'me' around Knockturn Alley." Quirrell sneered, not hiding his pride and disdain.

"Of course, it seems I didn't have any effect." Owen said with a leisurely smile.

Owen had made the fakes more than a month ago. Although he had never seen the magic stone, some reference books had a general introduction to the magic stone, although it was not very detailed. Owen only needed to make a few in advance.

Just make a fake magic stone of different materials, weights, and shapes, and then replace it with the most similar fake one after comparing it with the real one.

"Then, the time for the children is over, and now it's time for adults to play." Owen picked up his suitcase and walked towards the door of the restricted corridor with a smile.

"Can you read minds?" Harry joked nonchalantly, and then took the Philosopher's Stone from Owen's open hand. He looked over it curiously, and then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief and said, "I found it."

It’s gone, let’s go back quickly.”

"Okay, let's meet again another day." Harry asked everyone to go down the stairs.

"Can I have a look?" Draco looked at the stone with burning eyes. This is the legendary magic stone. Others also cast extremely curious looks.

Ever since his physical condition began to take a turn for the worse and he had to rely on the blood of unicorns, Quirrell's spirit was already on the verge of collapse under tremendous psychological pressure, and he seemed to be crazy about risking everything. But in the face of the situation before him

He still didn't dare to trust the little wizard, and was even extremely vigilant.

The group drank the potion and passed through the purple flames blocking the way without incident, passed by the room where the troll was unconscious, passed through the chessboard and key array without any hindrance, and arrived at the room where the devil's net was entrenched.

The three-headed dog slowly fell down amid the melodious music, closed its eyes again and fell into a deep sleep. The two people jumped into the hole of the trap door, falling downward in the cold air.

All they need to do is put the suitcase with the infinite expansion spell into the hole of the trap door in advance and get it stuck somewhere in the passage. During the fall, they will only reach the inside of the box.

That's right, this is not Dumbledore's level, but Owen's level.

And here is the stage that Irving spent more than half a year carefully building.

Owen couldn't sneak into the trap door and make his own arrangements under Dumbledore's nose, and it was too late to do it tonight, so he directly changed the battlefield and set the game on his home court.

The charm of magic is that a magician will spend months, a year or even ten years preparing to present a charming trick to the audience.

"So, welcome to Owen's happy magic house." Owen announced calmly.

(End of chapter)