A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 129 Insights from the Room of Requirement

Although Lockhart's joining caused a lot of trouble for Hogwarts, as Peeves joined the battle, Lockhart was really teased several times and was humiliated. When he was dropped from the sky again

After a pot of ink was painted black, the culprit was never found and he ran back to his office screaming, only his teeth were still dazzlingly white.

From then on, it was hard to see him in the corridors of the school. He liked to lock himself in the office and talk to the little witches who came for "psychological consultation" about his extraordinary achievements and his tireless efforts.

He signed autographs and replied to his fans.

Without Lockhart's ubiquitous presence, many people began to miss the fun he brought.

On Wednesday of the second week of school, after finishing the day's classes, Harry and Draco hurriedly took their broomsticks and rushed to the Quidditch pitch nervously and expectantly. They were going to play Quidditch players there.

Selection.

"I wish you all the best." Owen curled up in an armchair in the common room and waved his hands lazily. Melete in his arms also waved his front paws in the same expression as him and hit him.

A big yawn.

"It's impossible for both of them to get what they want, because they both want to be seekers. Let's see, I'll bet on Harry." Blaise spread his hands and prepared to go and have a look. He was not keen on becoming the seeker.

I am a football player, but I like to join in the fun.

"I think it will be Draco." Pansy flipped up her half-length hair and jumped out of the stone door of the lounge. Of course she also wanted to cheer for Draco.

Watching the figures of several people disappear behind the stone wall, Owen and Daphne, who also didn't want to join in the fun, looked at each other and smiled, then squinted at the lively and cheerful firelight in the fireplace.

"Owen, what are you thinking about?" Daphne held her chin in her hand and looked out the window at the bottom of the lake where the water plants were swaying. Sometimes there were fish passing by leisurely in the green lake water. She sat there quietly, with her long golden hair hanging on her shoulders.

, like flowing gold.

"I'm not thinking about anything, I'm in a daze." Irving rarely freed his mind and said in an erratic tone.

"But how to improve the magic level? It is difficult to improve willpower, so we can only continue to work on mental strength. Research new mental strength training methods in the wall-facing space? Or black magic transformation?" Owen thought expressionlessly.

"Okay." Owen curled his lips and left.

"Why are you alone?" Owen played with the wand in his hand and said in a casual tone with a smile.

"Really? It's good." Daphne turned around and blinked her beautiful blue eyes at him, with a bright smile on her face, "Some time ago...I don't know when it started, I always

It feels like you are being chased by something, becoming urgent and busy, completely different from before. It’s better this way.”

"Of course not!" Daphne blurted out. Then, she was slightly startled, then looked at him and smiled, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, like the sparkling waves on the lake.

A door appeared on the wall. Owen pushed the door open, crossed the threshold, and entered a huge room like a church. The items hidden here by generations have been piled up to form high walls, making the place look like a high wall.

A city full of trees.

As the eldest daughter and heir of the Greengrass family, she has a stern and powerful father, a gentle to a bit weak mother, and a younger sister who was born with a blood curse and was destined to die young. At a young age, she has already shouldered many responsibilities.

Live up to the expectations of the family, learn to be a reliable older sister in front of my younger sister, learn how to deal with people, and learn to weigh the pros and cons like an adult.

"Ron has also changed, as if he's a different person...Okay, I admit, Fred and I put that damn crown on his head that night!" George rubbed his face, "Percy

She also changed, after he bought the diadem with his girlfriend who he may not have pursued yet. Ginny, I don't know if she also changed, but she was actually sorted into Slytherin..."

"I know." Owen turned his head and continued to stare at the dancing firelight, an ominous black mist flashed in his clear eyes, "But now I feel good."

"When will you open your heart to me?" She looked at Owen seriously.

"What do you mean?" Owen asked with a confused look on his face, as if he didn't understand why the topic jumped to the crown.

This magic is cleverly connected to the mysterious magic of the Room of Requirement itself. Unless the Room of Requirement is destroyed, this secret room will exist forever, waiting for the arrival of its successors.

Her cheeks turned a little red, and she turned her head away, carefully touching the paper flowers on her head with her right hand, staring straight at the tentacles of the giant squid flashing past the window, and after a long time she said softly: "Thank you, Owen,

No one has ever said that to me."

There are rickety piles of broken furniture, thousands of books, mountains of contraband and solidified potions, as well as hats, cloaks, brooms, rusty swords and blood-stained axes.

.

This year's connection point collection port has not yet been deployed in the wall space. In other words, this year's troubles have not yet occurred. I don't know what will happen this year, and I don't know who will be unlucky. Anyway, I have experienced the huge crisis of the mantra fax machine.

After the trap, Owen had no fear and was even a little hopeful.

Even though Melete is only the size of an ordinary house cat, she is a magical creature after all. Even if she doesn't scratch people to pieces with her claws, she can still knock them over.

Metis said in a humming tone: "I will not reveal anything about the successor."

George sighed in disappointment: "Okay. No matter what, if you find that crown, don't wear it!"

After finishing speaking, he lost interest in chatting, waved his hand and strode toward the exit of the Room of Requirement.

"Maybe it's because you've never told anyone what's on your mind before." Owen smiled and pinched Melet's two front paws, playing with them like a lucky cat. "Actually, as long as you are willing,

Open your heart and you will always find many people willing to listen and help you... just like you said to me, right?"

It is difficult to define the strength of magic power with specific standards, and Owen can only make a hasty comparison. But there is no doubt that whether it is Dumbledore or Voldemort, their magic level must be at a higher level.

It is even possible that it has undergone some kind of qualitative change. But Owen can only guess, after all, there are too few relevant descriptions in the books, so he can only explore on his own.

Well, as long as he doesn't have to be the one having fun this year.

"I don't know, everything is messed up anyway!" George paced irritably, "Since we got and sold the crown... Fred has changed, his attitude has become different from before.

Although this change is very subtle, we have been inseparable since childhood, and I can feel his change. I don’t know if he has secretly worn the crown.”

Owen nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Why don't you go get help?"

He does not object to the dark magic transformation of himself, nor is he afraid that it will make him completely unrecognizable, because a wizard with enough knowledge always has countless ways to avoid such side effects. As for why Voldemort became like that, I can only say

He was a man of mercy, and he must have been very happy to ruin his appearance, which was so similar to that of his Muggle father.

"Ever since Astoria was diagnosed with a blood curse inherited from the family, my mother was very sad and unwilling to give us another younger brother or sister. My father was not very happy, but he loved his mother very much, so he just became more

Teach me strictly..." Daphne said softly, her blue eyes showing a blue color under the green light.

He skillfully entered the Ravenclaw's secret room, first said hello to Metis, then picked up the books on the bookshelf as usual, and quickly copied them into the space facing the wall.

"Listen, if you find that crown, stay away from it! It's not a good thing." Fred's playful expression turned serious instantly, "Because of it, everything around me is wrong, everything

People have changed... George too, although everything seems to be the same as usual, I can tell it! He must have secretly worn the crown, and I knew it, just like Ron."

"Magic..." Owen sighed with a headache. The future plot has completely moved towards the unknown. He must make himself stronger faster to cope with the inevitable chaos in the future. Without certain strength, let alone be independent by then.

It's a portal, and it's not safe even if you want to join any party.

The books in this secret room are protected by magic spells and cannot be taken out or destroyed. Every time Owen leaves here, the positions of the books will be restored to their original positions, and all traces of his arrival here will be eliminated.

Lose.

Daphne burst out laughing. She stretched out her hand to tease the little kitten Nizi, who raised her head high, but was pressed against her hand by a claw. The sharp claw tip popped out from the soft flesh pad and pressed against the back of her hand.

To show threat.

Owen stared at his back, his eyes twinkling faintly. He raised the wand in his hand slightly, and then put it down again.

"Don't tell me that you came in to resell items again? Or, have you found the crown?" Owen said with a normal expression, "I have prepared gold galleons..."

"Yeah, I always stay out of the crowd and become very distant, making it difficult for people to see clearly." Daphne couldn't help but look away, "What I want to say is, if you really encounter something,

If so, we won’t stand idly by.”

"You just think too much. Don't rush to shoulder so many responsibilities. There is still a long time to come. I believe that your parents must also want you to be happy, as long as they love you." Owen skillfully played the role of confidant.

The image of the big brother, "Or do you think they don't love you enough? Or that you are not as important as the family inheritance in their eyes?"

Seeing the little girl stubbornly raising her tender cheeks, trying hard to look mature and reliable, Owen held his cheek with one hand and suddenly laughed softly. He raised his hand and touched the soft hair on the top of Daphne's head, and said in a gentle tone

: "You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself, Daphne, you can try to do what you like."

He asked excitedly: "You knew it was here! How did you get the news?"

When he turned into an alley among the treasure piles, a dark figure suddenly appeared on the opposite side. Owen instinctively pulled out his wand instantly, a thick black mist filled his eyes, and the person opposite suddenly stepped back.

, slammed into the tall stack of books behind him. A large pile of books slid down from the top of the rickety stack of books, burying the figure inside.

"Do you think I've changed?" Owen turned to look at her, with a faint smile on his pale and delicate cheeks. His dark eyes seemed to lead to a dark and magnificent abyss, seeming to drag people's souls

Breathe them all in.

"Who would believe such a thing?" George rolled his eyes, "Without any basis, just relying on my intuition? Even my parents thought everything was just a minor annoyance of adolescence... Damn adolescence."

"Oh, I'm getting a little sentimental when I say that." Daphne suddenly exhaled and blinked with a smile, "Actually, we have a very good relationship. She should be able to enter school next year. In order to set a good example for her, I

Of course we can’t lag too far behind you.”

"So... you are really having a conflict?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "I heard from Ginny that it seems that you are finally going to settle the scores between brothers?"

It is not fast to use the wall space to copy these magical books. Owen is thinking about other issues while using the magic spell skillfully.

"Frey... okay, I'm George." George quickly got up from under the pile of books and rubbed his painful shoulder, "Thanks."

"Oh!" The person who walked in exclaimed in fright, then raised his hand to cover his chest.

He suddenly put his hands on the back of his head and leaned on the back of the chair, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, you are not always busy? Did your father put too much pressure on you? Do you feel too tired?

?”

"Ha, Fred has an upset stomach. You know, everyone has some old problems." George said, looking around.

"George...well, I'm Fred." The guy in front of him closed the door behind him and spread his hands.

Owen looked at him and suddenly smiled and said hello: "Good afternoon. Are you Fred or George?"

To become stronger, he can learn stronger spells and study the advancement of spells. But in the final analysis, magic is the basis of everything. It not only determines whether the wizard can release certain advanced spells, but also amplifies the spells.

strength.

Owen walked slowly between the high walls where items were piled up, and from time to time he picked up a worn-out book and looked through it. Most of the books here were extracurricular readings, but there were also some interesting books that he copied into the space facing the wall.

He walked in the direction where George came from. After wandering around, he returned to the exit door without finding any clues. Just as he was about to reach out to open the door, the door in front of him opened by itself, and a familiar person hurriedly

Walking in, it seemed that George had left and returned.

Until now, the effectiveness of the mental training method has reached its limit and has completely lost its effect. Owen's magic level is probably fixed at a level similar to that of many elite Aurors, and should be compared with several deans of Hogwarts.

There is still some distance to go.

"Ginny...oh, Merlin's pants!" George frowned with a headache when he mentioned Ginny, "I don't know how much she told you, but listen, don't look for that so-called Ravenclaw.

The crown is gone! There’s something wrong with it!”

"It will take a while." Owen laughed. Melet, who was tired of being fiddled with by him, jumped up and slapped his left cheek with a paw, leaving a pink plum blossom mark on it.

"I can guarantee that it is definitely not a Ravenclaw diadem! It is more likely to be a terrible dark magic item. I finally got rid of Fred today, just thinking of this - where we found it, look

See if there are any clues about it here." George suddenly paused and turned to stare at Owen.

"Yeah." Daphne responded dully, suddenly looked at him again, winked slyly and said: "Speaking of which, you never told me about your troubles at all, and you almost ignored them again.

.”

Owen passed through the stone wall of the lounge, left the cold and damp underground city along the deep and dark corridor, and then walked through several secret passages in a familiar way before arriving in front of the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

He wandered outside the wall of the Room of Requirement three times, thinking silently in his mind: "I want a room to hide things..."

After silently copying part of the book, Owen suddenly asked: "Métis, have there been any other heirs here recently?"

Daphne was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyes and looked at her clasped hands: "I don't know..." A trace of undetectable vulnerability flashed through her usually wise and calm eyes, as well as a hint of confusion.

"Uh... you know, that truth fax machine." Owen made a casual excuse.

"Ouch!" The figure yelled muffledly, and finally got his head out. Only then did Owen see his appearance clearly. He was one of the Weasley twins.

"Are you Fred or George?" Owen asked with a natural smile on his face as he waved the wand in his hand, causing the book on top of him to float.

His empty right hand turned over, and a delicate blue paper flower quietly appeared in his palm, and he inserted it between Daphne's hair.

"Ha, okay, I'm going out to practice my spells." Owen picked up Melete and strode out of the lounge. Daphne stared blankly at his retreating figure, her lips slightly pursed.

"Astoria's body is very weak, but she is very strong. Everyone is very gentle to her...and guilty." She looked at the lake outside the window again, "I often feel that I owe her, if I can,

I really hope that the person with the blood curse is me. But sometimes, I even envy her because she can live the life she wants without any worries..."

Another issue is magic. Last year, Owen learned the mental strength training method left by Ravenclaw. After constant tempering, his mental strength grew slowly but surely. But during the Christmas holiday, his mental strength

After receiving feedback from the black magic and growing strangely, he found that the effect of this exercise method had weakened a lot.

"I finally got rid of George and planned to come here to find clues about the crown." He suddenly looked at Owen and said, "By the way, how did you know it was here?"

"Truth fax machine." Owen smiled.

Fred shrugged ruefully and ducked between the high walls of piled items.

Owen squeezed the wand in his hand and had a hard time resisting the temptation to recite the Imperius Curse to him. He didn't know which of the two was lying, which of them had a problem, or both of them had a problem, or neither of them had a problem? From their perspective

Judging from the words, there must be something wrong with Ron who has worn the crown, but who knows whether this is true or not?

"Haha, things are getting interesting." He chuckled, took a deep look into the depths of the Room of Requirement, and then left.

(End of chapter)