A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 123 Holiday Reunion

By the end of July, the weather has become increasingly sultry, and even the floral-scented breeze coming in from the window is steaming hot.

The Rozier family's birthday party has long ended. As expected, it was as dull and boring as in previous years. Of course, only Irving probably thought so, but the other children had a great time. Cousin Rhine even said proudly in the middle of it

He demonstrated to everyone a little black magic he had learned, making a spider hanging on the door frame grow an extra leg, which shocked a few little guys.

It has to be said that although Durmstrang Magic School is relatively tolerant towards black magic, only senior students are allowed to be exposed to some black magic with less serious consequences. If anyone is found to be researching dangerous black magic, they will be punished or even expelled.

Rhine probably secretly learned the skill from somewhere else. Of course, he still regretted not being able to scare Owen.

"It seems that you are quite courageous. I thought that after you went to Hogwarts, you would become as crying and crying as the students there..." Rhine said at the time.

Owen could only smile and give polite applause, and then he saw the weird-looking spider jump on Roland, causing his usually calm cousin to scream and perform a laser dance on the spot.

After a brief interlude, Owen returned to his leisurely life again, until a letter was delivered.

Owen was sitting on the armchair in the living room, holding the letter that had just been sent in his hand and looking at it. It was more like a casually folded piece of paper than a letter. It was also crumpled. The snow-white owl that delivered the letter

It looked a little embarrassed, and its feathers were not as fluffy. It seemed that it had been hungry for a long time, and it was ravenously tearing apart the plump white mice fed to it by Owen.

This letter was obviously from Harry, who was probably having a very difficult time. Owen and the others had not received any reply to the several letters they had sent.

In the letter, Harry briefly talked about his situation during this period. His wand, textbooks and luggage were locked in the storage room by his uncle, and even his owl Hedwig was locked in the storage room all day.

In the cage, Harry was not allowed to send a letter to anyone in the wizarding world. He finally managed to open the cage where Hedwig was imprisoned and secretly sent this letter.

After getting out of the car, Harry took a deep breath and clearly felt the pride of the Shafiq family.

He asked a lot about the wizarding world, as if this would make him feel that he was still in the wizarding world. At the end of the letter, Harry complained a little, saying that no one had given him any information since the holidays.

He had written a letter. He said somewhat pitifully that he had not received any news from the magical world for more than a month, as if he had been completely forgotten.

Bang——

"I don't think they have that ability," Owen said casually.

"Who are you?" She looked at this strange child in confusion, not remembering that she had met him casually at King's Cross Station before.

"If you are referring to wizards, I am indeed." Owen smiled and nodded, "We haven't received a letter from Harry this summer. I was worried that something was wrong with him, so I came to visit."

Then, there was a rough knock on his door. He heard Aunt Petunia unlock the door, opened the door and said domineeringly: "If someone comes to see you, you'd better get him out of my house quickly."

.No next time!”

"And, we want to hear your thoughts." Owen said, "I told other people about your situation, and they all wanted to help you get out of your current predicament, but it took a lot of effort for me to convince Draco not to

Find a group of wizards to turn your aunt and others into scarabs."

The Shafiq family owns a large number of properties in many places, which they use as temporary residences for vacations. The house at No. 6 Capt Street is a single-family three-story garden villa, and the yard is also filled with white roses.

Lush flowers covered the fence, and the air was fragrant.

"Uh... let's forget it," Harry said. He knew the situation in Owen's family, and he knew without even thinking that he must have been out of place and uncomfortable everywhere in the past.

"No. 6 Capet Street, Westminster," Owen said to the driver. The middle-aged driver looked at the two of them in surprise, and then started the car.

Harry's experience aroused unanimous indignation among the young wizards. If Owen hadn't stopped him, Draco would have found someone to come to Harry's aunt and uncle to curse him.

He missed everything about Hogwarts and his friends, but they didn't seem to miss him at all. Last time, he finally broke the lock on Hedwig's cage and sent a letter to Owen, full of thoughts.

He hoped that Owen would tell him the interesting things that happened there. However, Hedwig, who flew back, did not bring any reply, and was still jumping up and down in the room, biting his finger angrily.

"Hello, Mrs. Dursley. My name is Owen Shafiq, you can call me Owen." Owen showed a perfect smile and greeted him politely and gracefully, "Sorry for the intrusion, ma'am. I'm here.

Visiting friends."

Harry had no room for explanation at all and could only stay helplessly in his room. The only person accompanying him was Hedwig, who was locked in the cage again. There was only a bowl of cold soup for lunch, and everyone and the owl were very hungry.

"You mean, you guys wrote to me?" Harry glanced at Aunt Petunia, who was clasping her shoulders and glaring condescendingly, and pulled Owen towards the yard, "I didn't receive a letter!

It must be Aunt Petunia and the others who intercepted my letter!" His mood became excited, and his friends did not forget him.

"Don't look at me, I can't get out." Harry said with a straight face. Remembering that today was still his birthday, this made him even more discouraged.

He heard Aunt Petunia calling Dudley, and heard Dudley's heavy footsteps echoing. It seemed that Dudley's friends were coming, so it seemed that being locked in the room was not so bad. He hated those noisy people.

Guy.

"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up.

"Long time no see, Harry." Owen waved his hand and allowed the excited little wizard to give him a big hug. "It's not easy to get news from you. No one has received your reply..."

"It's possible." Owen nodded. It seems that Dobby still wants to protect Harry as in the original plot, but in a different way, not appearing directly in front of him. It should be because Harry is now friends with Draco

.

During the few days of vacation, he thought he could live a better life. Because after being threatened by Draco and his son, his aunt and uncle were really scared for several days, and they always treated him as a transparent person at home.

On the contrary, it made him feel much more at ease. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before their anger broke out because of a small thing. Harry couldn't even leave the house every day. With the efforts of his aunt, all the neighbors knew that he was a child who was sent to the hospital.

The bad boy from the school for juvenile delinquents.

Owen turned into a nearby shopping mall and bought a small, unmistakable, exquisite suit. After putting it on, he felt like he had integrated into the Muggle world. He hailed a taxi on the street and sat in the back seat silently.

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, I felt as if I had returned to my previous life.

"You guys are so slow. If Owen hadn't stopped me from going over to find you..." Draco lit a handful of fireworks, and the colorful fireworks circled around the walls and ceiling, illuminating the surrounding hangings.

lanterns and flower vines.

Blaise's idea was not very reliable. He wanted to send a magic troublemaker doll so that the family could concentrate on dealing with it, so they would not have the energy to embarrass Harry anymore. It took Owen a lot of talking before he allowed the family to deal with it.

He understood that the kind of doll that would make a mess in a wizard's house would probably scare Muggles crazy or even to death...

"Poor guy, I don't know if you can receive it..." Owen shook his head and withdrew his gaze. But since Harry had complained to him, he didn't intend to just sit back and do nothing. After all, he was also a friend.

Every time he thought about this, Harry felt extremely uncomfortable. He thought he already had many friends, especially Owen, who was willing to always support and help him when he learned that Voldemort was plotting the Sorcerer's Stone, which made him very grateful and

Trust. But why is Owen unwilling to write him a letter?

Hedwig fiddled with the iron cage with her paws, opened and closed the bird's beak impatiently, making a clicking sound, then flapped her wings and glanced at Harry angrily.

"Okay, I'll call him." Penny said hurriedly, even stopping to make tea.

He sat dejectedly by his bed, looking through the window at the darkening sky outside, feeling like a miserable prisoner who had been forgotten by everyone.

But Harry could no longer hear what she was saying. He thought with joy that someone had finally come to him. He rushed down the stairs and saw a boy in a delicate suit leisurely looking at the furnishings in the living room.

.

Seeing the little wizard confiding his inner anguish in the letter, Owen shook his head with a strange expression. Ever since they broke through the trap door together last semester, Harry had obviously regarded him as his most trustworthy good friend.

"So, you asked Hedwig to reply to me last time? No wonder it was so irritable when it came back because the letter was snatched away!" Harry said thoughtfully, "In fact, I have received it every day these days.

I got a piece of paper, and it kept warning me not to go back to Hogwarts. Do you think it has anything to do with this?"

The snow-white owl gently bit Owen's fingertip with its pointed beak, and then flew out of the window lightly with the envelope in its mouth, gradually disappearing in the light blue sky.

"What a bunch of careless guys." Owen thought amusingly. But as the letter to Harry disappeared again, he planned to pay a visit to Privet Drive.

"The Leaky Cauldron has a mixed crowd and is not safe." Owen glanced at the flaming clouds on the horizon, "How about you come and stay at my house for a while?"

The owl Hedwig clicked the mouse's bones, waking Owen up from his thoughts. He glanced at the letter in his hand again. This letter looked like a letter for help.

Next, he walked out of the front door of the Leaky Cauldron and came to the streets belonging to Muggles for the first time in a long time. There was a bustling area nearby, and pedestrians were coming and going on the streets, but Owen felt a little out of place. In fact, it was true.

He was wearing an elegant black robe, and his outstanding appearance and retro attire attracted many curious and amazed eyes.

She led Owen into the living room and shouted upstairs: "Dudley, your friend is here to find you!"

He suddenly smiled, touched his ear with his right hand, and a deck of cards quietly appeared in his hand, changing shapes smoothly as if it had been given life.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" Several people jumped out of the room and dragged him into the room in a hurry.

Crabbe and Goyle are here too, and they are...well, secretly eating birthday cake...

Penny shook her head in disbelief. In her opinion, wizards were a group of weird-dressed, weird-acting guys who were slovenly and crazy. Owen's performance refreshed her understanding. But this could not change her heart.

Disgusted with this group, she said with a long face: "He is very good."

There were rustling sounds and hurried footsteps from inside the door. After a moment, the door opened. A thin, long-faced woman stuck her head out and looked him up and down with a pair of shrewd eyes.

"How are you? Are you so moved that you're about to cry?" Owen joked to Harry, whose eyes were red.

"In that case, ma'am, can I see him?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

Owen fed Hedwig some owl snacks, took out his wand and chanted a cleaning spell on it, making its feathers return to white and fluffy. Then he organized his words, pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote a few words.

I wrote it, stuffed it into the envelope and handed it to it.

"You can choose any room on the second floor to live in." Owen helped Harry carry his schoolbag and birdcage, and led him into the bright and clean foyer. A house elf wearing neat sheets came to greet him, and he moved quickly from both sides.

The man took over the heavy luggage. "This is Maggie. She will arrange your food and daily life."

"We've arrived at Privet Drive." After a long time, the driver said.

"Then let me go and tell them. They must be eager for me to leave their house as soon as possible." Harry hurried back.

Daphne and Pansy were turning the knob of a box together, causing beautiful flowers to spit out from the top of the box, dancing lightly in the air.

"Can I still lie to you?" Owen asked.

"Are you...the same kind of person as him?" Penny took a step back, her eyes widened, her expression filled with repulsion and horror.

"Sorry, madam, I'm here to see Harry." Owen raised the corners of his mouth and said softly, and then saw the other person's face stiffen. The fat boy who had just run down the stairs quickly stopped when he heard this.

He stopped walking, and then ran upstairs quickly with a look of horror on his face, as if the whole house was shaking with his footsteps.

…

"Owen?" He grinned. He had never seen Owen dressed like this.

"Oh..." Harry sighed in disappointment.

Owen nodded without surprise. He knew that Harry was more suitable for the warm and casual Weasley family. He said: "It's not where my parents live. My family has a property in London, and you can live there.

Although no one else lives there, there are house elves who clean it daily, and the fireplace is also connected to the floo network. We can go there and play with you at any time, and you can go to Diagon Alley through the fireplace at any time..."

With his exquisite appearance, decent clothes and good self-cultivation, he looked like an aristocratic young master. The excellent first impression made the expression on Petunia Dursley's face soften. She smiled warmly and said: "

Come in, Owen."

"Oh..." Harry looked around, followed Owen up the golden escalator, and entered a room on the second floor.

"Thank you." Owen paid and got out of the car, followed the clean and tidy road to No. 4 Privet Drive, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

On the afternoon of July 31st, Owen used Floo powder to come to Diagon Alley. He first went to Gringotts to exchange some pounds. He was a little unhappy with the high fees charged by the greedy goblins in Gringotts. No wonder the wizard

We all hate goblins.

A colorful ball suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, exploding into a large ball of colored paper, ribbons and flowers, as well as glittering little fairies flying around with golden light, which shocked him.

"Are you going to hit someone or will you get beaten?" Blaise said. He was holding a golden tree frog in his hand, which was spitting out bright golden bubbles.

Harry was locked in his room again because Aunt Petunia dug out a lot of unknown letters in his room. This touched the sensitive nerves of his aunt and uncle, as if terrorists had sent bombs to their home.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't imagine such a situation. Then he became worried again. He didn't know what to do: "It would be great if I could get out of here. I would rather live in the Leaky Cauldron."

Daphne wanted to solve Harry's trace problem and let him deal with his aunt and his family. She recently found a method to confuse trace detection at home and was eager to find someone to try it.

.But Owen knew that this would only deepen the conflict. If Harry got angry, he might be kicked out the next day.

The two of them took a taxi on the side of the road. Harry released the stifled owl and then got into the car with the cage.

I don't know how Harry convinced his aunt. Owen just waited outside for a few minutes and saw Harry walking out happily carrying heavy luggage, looking like he wanted to put more legs on his.

His aunt was hiding behind the door, staring at him with a dark face.

"But Harry didn't receive a letter this summer?" Owen knocked on the wooden armrest of the chair thoughtfully, "It seems that Dobby still intercepted them like the original plot... Well, that diary

, do you want to find a chance to get it?"

"Come here and see if you're dead." Owen said with a half-smile.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about this anymore. Owen, you came here because..." Harry looked at Owen with a hint of hope. Today is his birthday...

He thought for a while and wrote to Draco and others to inform Harry of Harry's current situation. As a result, in the next few days, the owl that delivered the letter never stopped.

"No, I'm just starving to death." Harry sniffed, then lowered his head to open his birthday present.

The birthday party lasted until late at night, and the little wizards who were tired from playing did not go home through the fireplace. After greeting their families, they each found a room and slept here.

For them, this is a very good base for holiday activities.

As the last light in the house went out, there was silence all around. A moon hung high in the dark sky, spreading its silvery moonlight to the earth.

(End of chapter)