A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 124 Trip to Diagon Alley

The morning at Shafiq Manor was quiet and peaceful. The beautiful white roses slowly opened their petals that closed at night in the morning light. Several recently moved little flower fairies lay lazily among the flower stamens, flapping their shiny transparent wings.

After Irving finished feeding his magic pigeons and rabbits, he stroked the soft fur of the rabbits one by one, and then released the magic pigeons. He watched them line up and soar lightly in the blue-gray sky, and finally landed.

On the edge of the fountain in front of the manor.

He left the conservatory and as soon as he walked into the hall, he saw Mr. Albert in formal clothes preparing to go out.

In the Shafiq family, Mr. Albert manages the family's industry, manages auxiliary forces and connections, maintains and expands the family's wealth and power, and Ms. Adeline also helps from time to time. Although it seems busy,

He has to take care of both the potion business and being a member of the Wizengamot, but he is actually not busy at ordinary times. Many things can be left to his assistants, but some social interactions are still unavoidable.

"Good morning, dad. Are you going out so early?" Owen said with a smile.

"Yes, a gathering of potion masters." Albert glanced at the time and said in a relaxed tone, "They really know how to choose the time..."

Owen watched his father leave in a hurry, and then walked to the study in a hurry. As expected, he saw Ms. Adeline here. Except for attending some banquets and dances with her friends, she liked to stay at home most of the time.

She studies magic at home, either reading in her study or doing magic experiments in her laboratory.

After saying hello to his mother, Owen glanced at the books on the shelf and asked casually: "Mom, what happened to the snake I brought back during the Christmas vacation?"

"That blood-cursed orc?" Ms. Adeline shook her head slightly and said, "I have studied it for a while, and I did gain some results. But it is difficult to tame, is very aggressive, and has the power and strength of a black magic curse.

The toxin is somewhat dangerous, so I locked it in the dungeon."

Owen glanced at him. It was obvious that this guy had no idea about his own net worth. According to his speculation, although Harry's inheritance was not as good as that of a pure-blood family like the Shafik family, which controls the magic product business, it was definitely

He can be considered a rich man.

"Yes, you have to state your destination clearly and pay attention to the ashes. Close your eyes, clamp your arms, and don't move..." Owen simply said the precautions, and then watched the other party sprinkle the ash into the fireplace.

A handful of Floo powder entered the rising flames, and then he coughed violently in the fire and called out his destination.

"You are an excellent businessman, Mr. Borgin." Owen's expression did not change at all, but he said in a soft tone, "Can you tell me about this mask?"

"Um... Do you want to use Floo powder?" Although he has witnessed his friends coming and going from the fireplace many times, this is the first time Harry has used it. These days, he has been staying in the house obediently doing homework, enjoying being truly called

Because of the vacation time, I didn’t go out and wander around.

Nearly two weeks have passed since Harry's birthday. During this time, a group of young wizards used this place as a party base, often bringing snacks or gadgets bought during travel. But here is

In an area where Muggles live, they spend most of their time playing in the house.

"A letter from Hogwarts." Adeline held a yellow parchment envelope in her hand, glanced at the bookshelf behind Owen with a calm expression, and handed the letter to him.

Harry caught it in a hurry and couldn't wait to run out to deal with the traces on his body that he hated so much. He didn't forget to say loudly: "Thanks, Owen!" Anyway, he owed Owen enough, not much more.

If he owed a little, he would keep it in his heart.

Finally, Owen walked out of the store with a smiling bow from Bo Jin, playing with a black ghost face mask in his hand. According to Bo Jin, this "fool's mask" can conceal a person's face, height, body shape and smell.

, is a good helper for robbers. The reason why it is classified as a black magic item is because of its cruel production process that is unknown to outsiders.

Owen held his chin and thought for a while: "Just keep it closed for now, I don't need it now..." He brought Nagini back just to add trouble to Voldemort, and he was also a little interested in blood curses, but now he has no use for it either.

If he doesn't put the thought and energy into studying it, he still has a lot to learn.

"Owen Shafiq." Owen said his name softly with the same polite smile on his face.

He plucked up the courage and strode forward with a generous and sacrificial expression. In a place like Knockturn Alley, such a little wizard was like a plump and cute little sheep, attracting many malicious looks.

"It's not expensive. You can go and get the money first." Owen went into the store and picked out a pair of Nimbus 2001. He quickly paid the bill and said. Harry hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of the broomstick and temporarily separated from Owen.

, ran to Gringotts to withdraw money.

"Good job." Owen showed his body and said lightly, ignoring the resentful look Harry cast.

"The Patronus Charm is a widely spread white magic, and it is closely related to the mind and self. Many wizards believe that the Patronus Charm can protect the wizard's soul from being invaded by darkness, although there is no evidence to confirm this statement."

Adeline took down a book from the bookshelf on the other side, "But I found that it does have a certain use in this regard. Although it is not that effective, it can at least serve as a warning."

"Owen, are you familiar with this place?" He stuffed his wand back into his pocket.

"I don't know, I probably can't afford it?" Harry touched the gold coins in his pocket.

Owen glanced at the green ink writing on the cover, leaned against the bookshelf and opened the envelope. The letter informed him to take the Hogwarts Express from King's Cross station to school on September 1st, and also listed the year.

A list of new books to use, such as "Standard Spells, Level 2" and "Basics of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Huh?" Owen looked up at her blankly.

Owen glanced at the dirty, blackened floor and the dusty display windows and counters, smiled slightly and said, "If you think of this as 'dirty', Mr. Borgin."

Owen followed Harry invisibly, watching with interest as he used a disarming spell to knock away the wand of an old witch who was entangled with him. However, the other party grabbed her wrist tightly, and he could only use the whole body binding spell in a dangerous way.

Harry broke free from the restraints. Then, Harry hurriedly knocked out a guy who rushed out of the door and wanted to snatch his wand, and then ran as fast as a rabbit, chased by a group of "fanatic fans", amidst the chaos of chickens and dogs.

Escaped Knockturn Alley.

"No," Adeline said. "Today a well-known author is having a book signing at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. It will be very chaotic there."

"I don't believe it." Owen said with a smile, "Unless you can beat me with it. Ah, I am very confident in my own ability."

"It's okay." Owen said, "Hold your wand and be alert. Never put down your weapon in Knockturn Alley. This is the paradise of dark wizards."

"Want to buy books?" He reluctantly put his broomstick into Owen's small bag that had been casted by the Invisible Stretching Charm, and then looked at the crowded bookstore.

"Diagon Alley is ahead," he said.

"Of course, I never cheat my guests." The smile on Bo Jin's face deepened.

She doesn't mind Owen coming into contact with this field, but not now. Although its impact on people is not obvious when they are not deeply involved in the field of black magic, for children who are not mentally mature enough, they lack mature judgment and

With self-control, it is easy to be seduced by the characteristics of black magic, treating it as a shortcut to becoming stronger and sinking deeper and deeper into it, and ultimately unable to extricate oneself.

"Ah, you must be the young master of the Shafik family. Nice to meet you." Bo Jin said in a smooth tone. He no longer paid attention to the very embarrassed Harry beside him, and seemed to have mistaken him for Owen's follower. "

Want to buy something?"

Owen raised his eyebrows. Where are Gilderoy Lockhart's books? Isn't he the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year? That's right. Under his butterfly effect, the current situation is basically in chaos. What will happen in the future?

No one can say for sure.

"Let's make an agreement, Owen." She thought about it for a moment, then said slowly, "Learn the Patronus Charm first, and then you can get into this field."

"Wait for me a moment!" Harry shouted. He hurriedly took care of the traces on his body, waved his wand anxiously, then took some money and ran back in a hurry.

The two of them strolled along the cobbled road. Harry forgot about the thrill in the blink of an eye. He was dazzled by the colorful snacks, and his hands were quickly filled with ice cream and candies. Owen drank a glass of ice lemon

Shui was thinking about his own things, but after being distracted for a moment, he realized that Harry beside him was missing.

Harry just glanced at the mask in Owen's hand without making any comment. In fact, he also felt that the mask was quite useful, although it looked a bit scary and its origin seemed to be very questionable. He looked around the environment and used magic while

He repaired his glasses, cleaned up the ashes on his body, and followed Owen through the complicated and winding alleys.

Adeline stared into his eyes quietly, suddenly raised her hand to stroke his hair, and said softly with a slightly hoarse voice: "It's best not to be exposed to black magic before the fourth grade." After saying that, she came from behind Owen.

He took out the book he had taken from the bookshelf and put it back to its original place.

After glancing at the catalog, Owen skillfully copied it into the space facing the wall, and then heard Ms. Adeline's footsteps walking slowly. He put the book back on the shelf within his reach, and then turned his head

He looked at his mother coming over and asked, "What's the matter, Mom?"

After hearing Owen's voice, Harry turned around in surprise and joy: "Owen, why are you here? This is not Diagon Alley!"

"You have to speak clearly..." Owen also grabbed a handful of floo powder and walked into the fireplace. He closed his eyes and recalled the words Harry just shouted, and uttered words that were exactly the same as what the other party said. Since it was agreed,

He wanted to be with each other, and he had no intention of losing the person... He shouldn't have asked that question just now...

Seeing Harry pinching his wand nervously, Owen nodded, and then said with a sly smile: "Just keep walking along that path and you can get out. Come on, I'm keeping an eye on you." After that, he said:

He recited a magic body spell and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Adeline glanced at him with her beautiful and deep eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned down slightly, feeling a little headache. She understood that Owen had always had his own opinion, and once he decided something, it would be difficult even for her to stop it, and now he

Seems to be interested in black magic.

When he found Harry outside the window of the broomstick shop with a dark face, he was staring longingly at the glittering Nimbus 2001 broom in the shop and the ice cream in his hand, together with a group of young wizards outside the shop.

All melted.

He continued to wander around the spacious study room, which was a small library. Rows of antique bookshelves were filled with well-maintained books. He saw a copy of "Dark Arts: Duel" on the top shelf of a bookshelf.

Curse", I stood on tiptoe and finally took it off.

"I know." Owen smiled helplessly.

Bo Jin grinned and said regretfully: "Well, I won't use it. Although it can bring you good gambling luck, it can also bring you disaster." He added graciously:

"I didn't deceive the guests, I just didn't tell them everything."

"It seems to be that name." Adeline said not caring much, "He is very famous, especially popular with many witches. However, the books he wrote are not very rigorous, they are somewhat interesting fantasy stories."

He must have heard the two people talking in low voices. A hunchbacked man appeared behind the counter, stroking his shiny hair back with his hands. He showed a clear expression after seeing the appearance of the two people. Then, his face

There was a smile that was so polite that it seemed cunning, and he said in a joking tone: "Welcome, two little wizards who went to the wrong furnace door. You have ruined my shop, how are you going to compensate me?"

The door of the bookstore was crowded with witches of all sizes. They surrounded the door with gleaming eyes, and the wizards who maintained order shouted until they became hoarse.

His eyes stayed on the deck of cards, and he looked at the introduction on the side with some interest: Lucky Cards, which can make the owner win every bet.

"Owen?" Harry panicked.

"Each bottle of this potion can only block traces for seven days. Remember the time." Owen threw several bottles of potion to him.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked sad again. There were many ragged wizards staring at him in the dark doorways on the street. Even pedestrians dressed in strange clothes seemed to have no good intentions. Several stalls on the roadside

A scary-looking old witch looked at him greedily, everything was creepy.

His body quickly reached his destination while spinning rapidly. Owen stepped out of the furnace door and saw Harry getting up from the ground covered in soot. He was dizzy and holding up his broken glasses to carefully observe his surroundings. This was obviously not the place.

Diagon Alley.

"I followed you." Owen's eyes did not leave the pile of cards.

After talking for a while, he said goodbye to his mother and walked out of the study quickly. The smile on his face slowly faded. He glanced at the book in his hand with a deep look and sighed softly in a slightly joking tone:

"Patron saint..."

"I know." Owen nodded.

Harry looked at him with some embarrassment, and pulled Owen warily to take a step back. There was nothing wrong with this place.

He put away the envelope without paying much attention, and then heard Adeline say: "Are you planning to go to Diagon Alley to buy books today?"

Owen smiled and looked at the pile of cards aside again: "Can it really make people win every bet?"

While Owen was falling asleep from waiting, Harry came over with a broomstick in his arms. He caressed his broom with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Excuse me, are you..." Bo Jin's cunning expression became more serious. Having read countless people, he could naturally see that Owen was not a easy-going little guy.

"Is there anything you need me to bring?" Owen asked.

"Gilderoy Lockhart?" Owen looked thoughtful.

"Hi, Owen, how are you?" Harry was already waiting here, looking at him eagerly.

Owen didn't like crowded environments, so he sat down on a bench near the bookstore, planning to wait until the crowd dispersed before going in. On the way, he saw the Weasley family with fiery red hair. The short girl who should be Mrs. Weasley

The fat woman burst out with a strong fighting force, and crowded into the bookstore with her family members, letting them go in to buy other books, while she held a copy of "Magical Me" and lined up in a long line with anticipation.

"I'm going to Diagon Alley, do you want to go with me?" Owen asked casually as he was about to leave through the fireplace.

"You know, there is basically no way to remove this curse. It has completely turned into a beast, losing all humanity and past memories, although it is much smarter than ordinary animals..." She smiled slightly, calmly

His dark green eyes stared at Owen gently, "It's a cunning little animal. You can deal with it as you wish, but be careful of being deceived by it."

"Would you like to buy a broom?" Owen said quietly. He is so old, he can get lost in a blink of an eye... As expected, traveling together is not suitable for him. He has a sense of deja vu as if he were raising a child.

The implication is that Irving can read his book, but just read it as a story, don't take it seriously and learn it.

Owen smiled and waved and watched him go away. Then he arrived at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in a relaxed manner and saw a large group of people crowding outside the store. There was a banner in front of the upstairs window that read: Gilderoy Lowe

Hart autographs autobiography "Magical Me" for sale.

"I don't quite understand, how did you call Diagon Alley Knockturn Alley?" Owen waved his wand to sweep away the ashes on his body. He crossed his shoulders and looked at the merchandise displayed around him: a withered human hand, a stack of

There are blood-stained playing cards, a dull glass eyeball, several ferocious masks, and various human bones and torture instruments.

Owen took the book from her hand with a bit of laughter, nodded obediently and said, "Okay, Mom."

"I can't help it. I'm not familiar with the Disguise Charm yet, so I can only use it on myself." Owen's lazy voice came from the side.

Owen slightly raised the corners of his mouth and put away the book in his hand. He held Melete, who was sleeping in the living room, and rubbed her for a while. He accurately pinched the critical point of the little girl's anger and brought her into the fireplace.

Garden house in London.

However, for him now, the Dark Guardian is indeed his patron saint. It cannot protect his soul, and even drags him deeper and deeper into the dark realm, but it can protect his life, and even

Help him kill people.

"Go ahead, I still have one book left to buy." Irving said with a sigh. It seemed like the book signing wouldn't end for a while.

The two finally squeezed into the bookstore through the gap in the crowd, and the small ones were quickly lost in the crowd.

In the bookstore, Lockhart was sitting in the most conspicuous position wearing a bright blue robe, surrounded by large photos of himself. He signed autographs quickly, and sometimes winked at the large camera beside him, smiling.

Revealing dazzlingly white teeth.

"If I didn't know this was a book signing, I would have thought he was filming a toothpaste commercial." Harry couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

(End of chapter)