A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 115 The show is over

The surface of the lake is calm, and the black water looks like thick and sticky asphalt, like the entrance to the abyss. There is silence in my ears, and in this silence, there is the crisp sound of water drops falling one after another.

It echoes faintly, like a lonely and monotonous sonata.

Owen lay quietly on his back on the calm water, with his eyes closed tightly, and the dim light softly shone on his pale and delicate cheeks. This scene was dark yet serene, tranquil yet eerie, like a picture of black and white.

An elegant oil painting, the people in the painting are as beautiful as angels, but as cold as devils.

The black water surface suddenly rippled gently, making this static painting become dynamic. Circles of waves spread out layer by layer on the water surface, as if there was some terrifying monster shaking its body in the water.

A formless black mist emerged from the ripples on the water, floating in the air like thick ink dripping into the water, adding a strange and ominous atmosphere to this dark space. The black mist condensed into an illusory human face.

Shape, showing an ecstatic expression towards the little wizard lying on his back on the water, then eagerly jumped up and blended into his chest.

Owen's brows furrowed slightly on his cheeks with his eyes closed. He clearly felt an extremely evil dark force invading his body. It was so cold that it seemed to freeze his internal organs, and he almost couldn't help but open his eyes.

My eyes and thoughts felt a cold sting and a confusing sense of trance. The soul hidden in the deepest part of my body seemed to be slightly shaken, and then returned to calm.

The evil power was suddenly ejected from his body, and all the coldness and stinging went away in an instant, and the damp and cold room seemed to become warmer.

The ominous black mist was repulsed by the invisible force and circled around Owen with annoyance and unwillingness. Then he tried again in disbelief, but still failed.

Voldemort didn't understand why he couldn't possess this little wizard, this body that he carefully built for himself. What frightened him even more was that the soul power that bounced out of him counterattacked mercilessly, leaving him without

The physical ghost felt the long-lost pain and trance, as if it was about to be broken.

This feeling made him dare not try again. Instead, he hissed Owen's name, trying to wake him up from his slumber. This little wizard who had become completely dark under his own guidance was not fragile. He might be able to

Help yourself get the magic stone...

"Owen, Owen, wake up... Owen Shafiq..."

"This is not your problem. They may have replaced the Philosopher's Stone before you broke through." Dumbledore shook his head and said with an unpredictable expression.

The fourth level of the maze is a level prepared by Owen in order to escape. The fifth level is his bad taste, but it can also serve the purpose of further weakening the opponent. The last level is the final stage.

The young wizards began to whisper among themselves, and the auditorium was filled with buzzing discussions. Whether it was Professor Quirrell's situation or the candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts substitute, it was a good source of discussion for them.

"Professor Dumbledore, I have something to tell you..." Harry caught up with him out of breath, and then looked at Snape who was standing aside without hesitating to speak.

"Wendy is at your service, Master." A house elf appeared with a "pop" sound, and after bowing deeply and gracefully, she said in a high-pitched voice. She was wrapped in clean and neat sheets and was only about 10 meters tall.

He is more than two feet tall, with slender arms and a pair of bright eyes on his big head like a pair of translucent glass beads.

In the three-headed dog's room, Owen played the flute randomly to coax the three-headed dog to sleep. At the same time, he lifted his suitcase out of the hole in the trap door, restored the scene to its original state, and left quickly.

this room.

Melete rolled around happily in his arms, and even came over to kiss Owen's nose. She was also secretly happy about what happened tonight.

"Sir...I don't know..." Harry said hard, resisting the urge to drop the note on the ground.

After calling for a long time, until the calm black water surface began to shake violently again, as if something was about to break out of the water, Voldemort flew towards the exit angrily. He knew that K was chasing him, although he did not believe that K could catch him.

Even though he was in this state, he didn't dare to gamble even if there was even the slightest possibility.

"Fierce fire!" Owen chanted the magic spell and watched the body being burned to ashes in the flames.

"Ah, you actually know Nico?" Dumbledore smiled happily, "He and his wife saved some elixirs, enough for them to take care of things. You may find it incredible, but to us

For these old people, death is just going to bed after a long day. It's another great adventure."

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep. Mr. Voldemort must have lost his mind at this moment.

Harry waited for a while, until Snape's footsteps could no longer be heard, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Professor, I... I'm sorry, I was the one who took away the Sorcerer's Stone last night!"

He took out the red stone from his pocket, looked at Dumbledore's expression uncomfortably, and then lowered his head anxiously.

"Study group..." Dumbledore exclaimed with a smile, "You have a group of trustworthy friends, Harry. Well, why not go and enjoy an unexpected weekend with them?"

It was not too late yet, Harry and the others were gathering together and talking in whispers, with excited expressions on everyone's faces. They had secretly done something big without telling everyone, and how they felt now

Maybe there is fear, but more importantly, I am proud and excited.

For another example, if Owen fails to escape from the maze, he will continue to follow Voldemort and implement another plan to guide the other party to release the fatal curse. The result will not change, but Owen will bear part of the danger.

But the risk is not that great.

"You can tell the truth, Harry, I think those who are brave enough to help their friends shouldn't be punished, right?" Dumbledore winked at Harry, "Ah, I'm glad someone was able to get through it

My level. You know, when a person sets up layers of obstacles, he not only hopes that they can block anyone, but also always hopes that someone can get through..."

Dumbledore also saw the contents of the note and looked thoughtful.

"But what about your friend, Mr. Nico Flamel?" Harry said anxiously. He didn't want to think about the fact that Voldemort might come back.

Owen saw through the nature of politics early. He ate a piece of chicken sandwich leisurely and watched Dumbledore suddenly stand up from the guest of honor seat.

In the silent space, the shaking of the water gradually subsided, and nothing emerged from under the water. Owen continued to lie on the water for a while, and then suddenly opened his eyes, with a cheerful smile on his face.

"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment." Dumbledore raised his gloved right hand and said to everyone, "Due to the fire last night, I have to tell everyone that today's class can only be canceled. Please give Professor

We will have some time to resettle the homeless animals in the Forbidden Forest..."

Harry showed a relaxed smile, and then told everything about last night in detail.

After breakfast time was over, Harry hurriedly spoke to everyone, held the Sorcerer's Stone tightly in his pocket, and left the auditorium after Dumbledore.

Looking at the lifeless body lying on the ground, Owen sighed softly, bowed and said: "Professor Quirrell, have a good trip."

Owen took out the magic stone whose hidden method had been cracked from the corpse's pocket, stared at it for a while, and then placed it on the original stone platform.

Owen took a deep breath. The house elf would help him take the Sorcerer's Stone out of Hogwarts. He would take it out after the storm had passed. He turned around and left the utility room and quickly came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room.

Outside the office.

"What do you want to tell me, Harry?" Dumbledore looked deeply into his eyes.

He thought for a while, took out a small bottle from his pocket, put the ashes in it, and then quickly left his box along the staff passage.

He saw the emblem painted on the top of the note at a glance. The familiar eye pattern with a cross star in the pupil was the logo of the Aether Society. Harry looked at the writing below with a pale face: "Congratulations on winning the Maldives Seven

A luxury travel voucher for a day trip. This event is sponsored by the Ethereum Society! Please choose your own time and take transportation to the destination. Food, accommodation and travel are at your own expense. I wish you a happy journey~"

"Sir, the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry handed him the stone in his hand.

He pointed his wand at the raft beneath him, and let it carry him like an arrow from a bowstring into the hidden door, and followed the staff passage to the final black room.

Owen opened the office door in a familiar manner, and went straight to a big black box in the corner. He picked up the box and turned away naturally. He followed several secret passages to the eighth floor and hid the box in the Room of Requirement that he had set up.

In the secret base.

Several levels set by Owen actually have a purpose. The first three dangerous levels are to force Voldemort out. This is related to the success or failure of the final performance, because facing K, an annoying enemy, Quirrell may run away.

No way, but Voldemort will definitely be inclined to kill the other party. This is his character and his arrogance as the Dark Lord.

"I want to know, how did you pass those levels?" Dumbledore nodded, and then showed a kind smile, "That is really an amazing thing."

Harry looked at Dumbledore, dumbfounded, then at the fragments and note in his hand, and opened the note with trembling fingers.

"I will definitely come back!" With infinite anger, hatred and confusion, he rushed out of the trap door along the exit and fled Hogwarts.

Early the next morning, the students having breakfast in the auditorium noticed the solemn atmosphere in the school. They were whispering about the fire in the Forbidden Forest last night, and peeked at Deng, who had hardly been seen once in the past week.

Mr. Bullydo had a heavy expression on his face, and Professor Snape's face was so dark that he looked like he was about to violently murder.

Amid the angry roar of the three-headed dog who woke up, he read to himself the three-piece night tour, carried the box in one hand and walked away from the restricted corridor, and snapped his fingers in a utility room.

"The young master told us to wait for your call tonight, and Wendy volunteered to accept this task. Wendy hopes to serve the young master!" the house elf said with a look of honor, and bowed deeply to Owen.

"Farewell to the Dark Lord." He stretched out, stood firmly on the raft, and bowed slightly in the direction Voldemort left, as if he was making a curtain call for a performance, "Please, with endless confusion and regret,

Continue your desperate wandering."

"Okay, take this box away." Owen rubbed his forehead and handed the box to the other party, "Take it to the cave I told you about, and be sure to hide it, okay?"

When the night got darker, Owen climbed into his bed and fell into a deep sleep amidst the soothing sound of the waves of the Black Lake.

Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes stared at the stone in Harry's hand through the half-moon glasses. His eyes flickered slightly, but his expression did not change at all. He said slowly and calmly: "I can know what happened yesterday.

Something?"

Even if this plan ultimately fails, Owen has prepared another room as a stage. Melete will lead Harry there with the emblem of the Aether Society in his mouth. He has created the most favorable conditions for Harry and has already matured.

Harry the Facehugger will never hesitate to give his long-fancied enemy of the Aether Society a loving hug.

Obviously, Dumbledore rushed back to Hogwarts last night, and he didn't know how the representatives of the International Federation of Wizards who he left aside were feeling now. Well, what else could they do besides being incompetent and furious?

They like to impeach their chairman, but most people's purpose is just to seek benefits, and they never really want to remove Dumbledore...

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head and smiled. He had to give up the idea of ​​Voldemort possessing him, lest that guy come looking for him again.

The stone shattered into several pieces with a "pop" sound in Harry's hands, revealing a piece of paper that had been carefully rolled into a ball. There was also a small red ribbon tied around the outside of the paper.

Bow tie.

Hermione sighed deeply and put down her heavy schoolbag with a dejected expression.

"Wendy understands, please don't worry, young master!" the house elf said sharply, bowed respectfully again, and left with a "pop".

Regardless of whether the other party's ending was self-inflicted or a helpless tragedy, he would not judge. Although as early as half a year ago, after Owen's plan was completed, he had seen the other party's ending today.

"And, I have to regret to tell you that the fire last night was probably related to our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Regardless of whether Professor Quirrell is in trouble or absconding in fear of crime, for the rest of this school year, we will

The Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is going to be replaced by a new person temporarily." Dumbledore paused, then narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "As for the professor's choice, please allow me to keep it a secret for the time being."

Harry was so angry that his face turned red. When did they steal the real Philosopher's Stone? And what kind of prize is a travel voucher for food, accommodation and travel at his own expense? Doesn't this just mean that he can travel at his own expense? No, no, why should he want it?

Going on a trip?

"I..." Harry hesitated, not sure whether he should tell his friends in the study group.

The success of the plan seems to be a coincidence. In fact, there is a lot of room for error and operation. Owen's own adaptability can also make up for a large part of the shortcomings. For example, if the first few levels fail to successfully force Voldemort out

, subsequent levels can also play this role. No matter how difficult it is to solve the magic stone, the opponent still needs to show up. This is multiple insurance.

Dumbledore seemed to have just finished explaining something to Snape, and nodded to Snape. Snape glanced at Harry with an indifferent and strange look.

The robe turned into the corridor on the other side.

Of course, if he still fails under such circumstances, Irving can only say that it is God's will, and then accept the fact. Even the greatest magician will always encounter a moment of betrayal that cannot be compensated, and then he will just bite the bullet.

Face the reality with a smile. Owen's mentality has always been good anyway. He can even accept his current evil self calmly. Well, at least he has to pretend to be more calm.

There is also a smiling face with tongue sticking out at the bottom.

"Then, tonight's performance ends here." Owen glanced out the window at the Forbidden Forest, which had returned to darkness. He avoided the patrolling Mr. Filch and bypassed several areas where cats and cats often hang out.

Returned to the Slytherin common room.

"Wendy... why is it you?" Owen rarely lost control of his expression. The corners of his mouth twitched and he couldn't help but take a half step back. This house elf belongs to the Shafiq family. The most important thing is that Wendy is the one who once

The one he and his dad were obsessed with...

The hoarse and erratic voice echoed faintly in the closed room, and the tone became more and more anxious, but the little wizard on the water was still sleeping peacefully, as if he was under some kind of sleeping spell, and did not make any reaction.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and told how he discovered that people from the Aether Society overheard Hagrid's words, and then expressed his reasoning and suspicion: "I think the Aether Society must be working for Voldemort, and they want to get it."

The Philosopher's Stone brought Voldemort back and possibly kidnapped Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell! Their situation must be very dangerous!"

"You cheated me a lot, and now I'm paying you back, so we can be even."

A qualified magician will never prepare just one magic trick, but will calmly face the possibility of cheating, and quickly complete the rescue without the audience noticing, or seamlessly connect to another magic trick.

Keep up this wonderful performance.

"I regret to tell you that this stone is probably fake." Dumbledore said, raising his hand and waving at the stone.

Owen picked up Melete, who ran over happily, and sat next to everyone, quietly watching the giant squid's tentacles flashing across the lake outside the window, with a calm smile on his face.

After watching Harry leave step by step, Dumbledore clasped his hands and suddenly turned his head and asked, "Severus, what do you think?"

Snape walked out of the corridor where he left and said sarcastically: "He did things recklessly based entirely on his own imagination. I really don't want to admit that he is a member of my house."

"But you have to admit that the child has good intentions. He has been worried about your safety these days, Severus." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes bright.

Snape looked quietly at the direction Harry was leaving. After a long time, he said in a low tone: "It's beyond stupid."

(End of chapter)