A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 118 Conversation in the Principal’s Office

"The entrance to the principal's office is right behind here. Professor Dumbledore always likes to use the names of desserts to set passwords." Harry introduced to Owen nonstop, and then said to the huge and ugly stone monster in front of him: "Lemon ice cream

.”

The stone monster raised its eyelids and glanced at the two of them, then jumped to the side. The wall behind it cracked in half, revealing the spiral staircase that was slowly moving upward behind the wall.

"The principal's office is up there, come on!" Harry excitedly pulled Owen onto the spiral staircase. The wall behind them closed heavily, and the stairs under their feet carried them higher and higher.

"It's amazing, right? It's like an elevator. Oh, it's an electrical appliance in the Muggle world." Harry said. He looked at Owen who was silent along the way and was in a very good mood. Although he was very happy all the time.

He was able to receive private lessons from Dumbledore, but the heavy sense of expectation always made him feel very stressed, especially when he tried his best but could not learn or even understand the knowledge taught by Dumbledore.

He very much hopes to have someone who can accept Dumbledore's guidance with him. In his opinion, no one is more suitable than Owen, who is extremely excellent in all aspects. He believes that Dumbledore finally discovered Owen's outstanding talents and began to decide to focus on

Trained him.

I know more about the structure of the elevator than you... Owen glanced at Harry with interest. He didn't think that Dumbledore had discovered his talent. Along the way, he had been thinking about all the possibilities that would follow.

Do psychological construction for what will happen, including but not limited to the possibility of being discovered by Dumbledore that he is learning black magic, being discovered by the other party that the Sorcerer's Stone is in his hand, or even being humanely destroyed by the other party.

He didn't even know where he had exposed his flaw, which attracted Dumbledore's level of attention. He didn't think it was the aura of dark magic on his body that was sensed. That power itself was quite concealed, and that's why

There was only a slight loophole in his initial contact. He didn't know if he had overlooked something when he executed the plan that night, but if so, Dumbledore's attitude should not be so ambiguous, and should always be a little tougher.

"Ah, we're right ahead!" Harry pointed to a gleaming oak door ahead without knowing anything, then grabbed the griffin-shaped bronze knocker on the door and knocked on it.

The door opened silently, revealing a spacious and beautiful circular room, full of all kinds of funny little sounds. There were many strange rotating silverware on the table, and small puffs of smoke were exhaled.

.The walls are covered with portraits of old principals. They are all snoring gently in their respective photo frames. There is also a huge table in the room, and on a shelf behind the table are dirty and tattered books.

Sorting hat.

Owen stared at the dirty hat silently, wanting to recite a cleaning spell on it.

As for the erosion of black magic, he has known about it for a long time and has been prepared for it. His black magic transformation is not a failure. Although he failed to achieve the original goal, he can still subtly and feed back the evil thoughts.

Isolated on the other side of the mind, stored in the dark guard... In other words, at least it won't get worse.

"This is Fawkes, a phoenix. It can carry heavy objects, its tears have a healing effect, and it can sing inspiring war songs." Harry introduced, leaning over to stroke Fawkes' beautiful feathers affectionately, and

He waved to Owen.

"No, he has never been replaced and has nothing to do with the Aether Society." Dumbledore said softly, "At least that's what the information I got told me. He disappeared the night the Sorcerer's Stone was stolen. There is a high probability that he disappeared

Either he died, or he left here following the traces of the magic stone."

At this time, the curtain behind the office was suddenly opened. Dumbledore, wearing a bright blue wizard robe, walked out from behind the curtain with a faint smile on his face.

"Yes, influence, do you know how they affect a person?" Dumbledore asked, "For example, take dark magic as an example."

"But, Professor Quirrell, isn't he from the Aether Society? No, hasn't he been replaced?" Harry was completely confused.

"Ahem, as expected, the cleaning spell has little effect on such clever magical creations." Owen curled his lips and withdrew his wand with a slight embarrassment.

"Well, Fawkes must have given up on life..." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth and silently retracted his hand.

Dumbledore stared at Harry quietly, with a glimmer of translucency and pity in his eyes, but it only passed by briefly.

"Clean it up!" Owen has tolerated it for a long time!

"Owen, what are you doing?" Harry looked at his movements in confusion.

"Whenever I see them, I can't help but feel happy, right?" Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone, and picked up a cupcake. Facing the sweets, his expression was serious and pious.

"But, sir, can you tell me why I made him lose his body?" Harry said confused.

"Harry, let's talk about the Philosopher's Stone." Dumbledore glanced at Harry. Harry straightened his back instantly, his expression became tense and heavy.

"You chased me, Mr. Shafik?" Dumbledore said, "This was not a wise choice."

"Even if the future is doomed to be dark, please walk alone gracefully and cruelly." Owen gently tossed the coins in his hand, and the smile on his face became wider and wider.

"When a person is immersed in strong negative emotions for a long time, his nature will be subtly affected." Owen glanced at him and said softly, "At the same time, when a wizard uses it on others, he will learn from the victim's pain and

Getting a kind of feedback in despair changes the wizard's temperament more deeply. In these two aspects, black magic seems to have a much greater impact on people than white magic."

"You call that feedback?" Dumbledore stared at him with sharp blue eyes. "No, that's the corrosion of dark magic, Owen. That's when it unscrupulously erodes the user's body, mind and even soul.

Let them become darker and more evil from the inside out."

He tapped the table with his fingers, and a large table of exquisite desserts of different colors appeared out of thin air. It looked pleasing to the eye, and a charming sweet fragrance filled the office.

In the following time, the atmosphere became more relaxed. The three of them tasted the desserts and talked for a while. When the time was almost up, Owen and Harry said goodbye and left.

It was only later that he discovered that, in fact, everything had been irreversible the moment the Dark Guardian took shape. Accepting the malice in his heart, accepting the evil nature, accepting the erosion of black magic, and accepting the destined darkness, that was what he had to face.

The right path.

No, since there is no problem with the dean, why should he avoid his touch? Doesn't he want to clear himself of suspicion? Moreover, the Ether Society tampered with the Sorting Hat and assigned him to Slytherin House, which is the most suitable

Isn't it the headmaster of Slytherin who is watching over him nearby?

Harry suddenly thought of this question, and his expression became solemn. Could it be that Mr. Dumbledore had also been deceived? No, he still had to continue to test... For the truth, it is worth dying in society again!

"Sir," Harry said, "if the Philosopher's Stone was not in Voldemort's hands, then he would still be trying to make a comeback in some other way, wouldn't he? I mean, he didn't disappear, right?"

"Don't worry, Harry. According to reliable information, the Philosopher's Stone has not fallen into Voldemort's hands." Dumbledore said slowly.

"Yes, yes, love, it is the greatest and most precious thing in the world, and it is also the most powerful and most capable of creating miracles." Dumbledore sighed softly, "When a person is determined to go out for love.

When fighting, he is indestructible."

"Owen, you don't like learning those white magics, isn't it because you're not good at it?" Harry followed up, stared at the coin that was moving flexibly on Owen's fingertips, and said with a smile: "But

If you don't work hard, we will catch up with you."

"I came here tonight not to teach you, but to let you enjoy a leisurely holiday." Dumbledore smiled and crossed his hands, "You can understand that a lonely old man wants to talk to someone.

.Ah, by the way, would you like some dessert?"

"They tend to be more powerful and miraculous than ordinary magic, but when a wizard delves deeply into either path, he will be affected to a certain extent." Owen said.

Said slowly.

Harry tightened his smile and greeted Dumbledore with a slightly funny expression.

"Ah, the Aether Society." Dumbledore wiped the corners of his mouth and became serious, "There is no evidence that this organization I have never heard of before is supporting Voldemort. In fact, at the beginning of this school year, I received news

It's just that some servant of Voldemort is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect his master... There is no news from the Aether Society."

Dumbledore nodded slowly, exhaled deeply, and then said with a smile: "Why don't you continue to eat some?"

"I don't think you would make such an unwise choice." Harry pretended to look at Owen, then shook his head and smiled.

"It seems like it doesn't like me." Owen retracted his hand and said with a smile. Fox raised his graceful head high and allowed Harry to stroke its shining golden paws.

The two of them waited here boredly for three minutes. After carefully looking at every part of the room, Owen finally stopped suppressing the strong impulse in his heart and drew his wand towards the Sorting Hat.

"You can think more boldly, maybe I'm just addicted to black magic?" Owen looked at him with a half-smile.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "Back then, Voldemort wanted to kill you, and your mother died to save you. This deep love left the deepest mark on you.

, not a scar, not a visible mark, Harry. Being loved so deeply by someone will leave us an eternal amulet. It is it that protects you from Voldemort's harm. His spell rebounds.

He went back and ended himself..."

"Of course." Owen turned his head and looked into the other person's eyes, calmly giving the answer the other person wanted to hear most, "I am very touched and shocked, sir. Such love is so great that it is moving."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, then changed the subject: "I heard from Harry that you are not very good at learning white magic? Owen, what are your views on white magic and black magic?"

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and narrowed his eyes inexplicably.

Owen's eyebrows moved slightly. He felt that it was very unnecessary for him to sit here. He turned his head and stared at Fox, who was shaking his tail feathers on the perch. One person and one Phoenix began to stare at each other.

"Yes, Harry, he did not disappear. He is not really alive, so he cannot be killed. As far as I know, after you made him lose his body, he has been hiding in the black forest of Albania.

He may have missed this opportunity, but he will always be eager to try to regain his power, so there needs to be another person who is fully prepared to fight him to the death in the future..."

Owen stretched out his hand again, but was easily dodged by the phoenix, and even almost got pecked on the back of his hand by the sharp golden beak.

"That is something Voldemort will never understand. If you cannot understand it, you will never be called a great wizard." He said slowly, "Do you understand, Owen?"

"That's right, Professor Quirrell." Dumbledore sighed. "He was once a smart and passionate person, but he failed to resist Voldemort's temptation. He sold his soul and let his heart be filled with hatred and greed.

And swallowed up by ambition..."

"A certain servant?" Harry asked confused. This was completely different from what he knew.

Why does this guy Harry say everything... Owen blinked and said in very objective terms without changing his expression: "They essentially lead to the same goal by different paths. They both require wizards to use their own strong emotions to cast spells, but one of them requires

Positive emotions, one needs negative emotions, are opposites.”

"I want to know, Owen, what is your attitude towards Voldemort?" Dumbledore looked into his eyes and said in a tone that sounded like he was chatting.

Harry recalled the situation that day carefully, telling all the details he remembered. Owen also added a few words.

However, this spell that Owen had mastered so well hit a wall here. The Sorting Hat did not change at all, and even twitched a little itchyly, as if in ridicule.

Owen looked at him quietly and suddenly showed a bright smile: "Aren't they all the same thing?" He said in a brisk tone: "They are all mentioned in the book, just different expressions."

"Oh, Harry, Professor Snape has nothing to do with the Ethereum Society, and has never been replaced." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and smiled, "He has been taking care of the Philosopher's Stone in his own way and paying attention to Quirrell.

any suspicious behavior.”

Owen seemed to feel Dumbledore glance at him gently. He lowered his eyes to taste the apple pie in his hand and listened calmly to the conversation between the two.

"Maybe." Owen smiled, "I will try to understand love."

"I don't want him to come back, sir." Owen said sincerely, "I think anyone who is familiar with history will not want him to come back and bring darkness and despair to the world again."

Owen and Harry each took a piece of apple pie and sat across the table from Dumbledore. Owen could clearly see Dumbledore's bright blue eyes, silver beard, and face under his half-moon glasses.

wrinkles and a crooked nose.

"Yes, I was very angry at the time. No one had ever treated me like this. Plus I felt that Harry had seriously injured him..." Owen said with emotion. "I was very scared when I thought about it afterwards. I was really too impulsive at that time.

.”

Harry sat there in a daze, wiping his tears with his sleeves while Dumbledore looked up at the sky.

"Pfft..." Harry laughed, then suddenly turned his head and covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking.

"Sit down. I'm sorry I'm late. I just took a nap." Dumbledore glanced at the curtain he came out of with a smile, and then sat down on the high-backed chair behind the table. He directed two chairs.

He floated lightly to the opposite side of the table and invited Owen and Harry to sit down on it.

"Huh? Professor Dumbledore isn't here?" Harry said in surprise, "He must have been delayed by something. You see, these are portraits of the old headmasters. They are always sleeping, and I have never seen them awake.

When." In the last sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice.

The expression on Harry's face collapsed. If Professor Snape had not been replaced, then those tests and actions he had made to the Dean a few days ago... He covered his face, feeling that he had no shame to show up again.

In front of the dean.

After looking into Fox's bright black eyes for a while, Owen slowly approached with a trace of curiosity and tentatively stretched out his right hand. Phoenix's clear eyes revealed a look of human disgust and arrogance, and he quickly looked at

Roost jumped to the side, avoiding Owen's palm.

"But what if it's true? Will you break up with me?" Owen suddenly said expressionlessly.

"Speaking of the Aether Society..." Dumbledore suddenly said, "I want to hear you tell me again everything that happened that night when you had direct contact with them. You know, I was not at school that night - ah, there was too much

There are a lot of things that need to be arranged - although Professor Snape has already told me the whole story, maybe I can gain more from a different perspective."

A subtle "click" sound sounded behind the two of them. Harry turned around and looked at the big golden-red bird standing on a tall gilded perch behind the door, gnawing on a small piece of bone, and said hello intimately: "

Good evening, Fox."

After leaving the principal's office, Owen calmly twirled a coin on his fingertips with a faint smile on his lips. It seemed that Dumbledore had noticed something, but he was not sure, so there was more room for change.

.

"Owen, um, I guess I can call you that?" When Harry was emotionally unstable, Dumbledore turned to Owen and said, "Can I know what you are thinking about now?"

"But isn't the Aether Society helping Voldemort?" Harry asked in surprise.

"You..." Harry was stunned, his eyes widening.

"What about Professor Snape?" Harry looked at him with burning eyes.

Harry was stunned for a moment, looking at Owen's somewhat indifferent expression. He thought about it seriously, then firmly hugged Owen's shoulders, and said with a playful but firm tone: "No! I believe you won't hurt me.

I will never betray you, we are friends!"

Owen finally took off the other person's arm from his body, rubbed his shoulders speechlessly, and thought to himself: "A simple guy with one muscle."

However, it seems pretty good to have such a person by your side.

He looked at the flickering candlelight in the dark corridor ahead, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

(End of chapter)