A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 13 How to pet a cat gracefully

After class, the little wizards, who had been tortured by transfiguration for a whole class, happily left the classroom with a pile of homework.

Under the dazzling sunshine of the afternoon, under the leadership of Professor Sprout, they went to the greenhouse behind the castle for a class on herbal medicine.

Owen didn't put much effort into the herbal medicine class, and he didn't think he would have the time and energy to take care of those strange magical plants in the future. His positioning for the herbal medicine class was very simple, to learn to identify and use magic plants to successfully brew potions.

Just make it. As for the cultivation of herbs, he would rather spend money to buy them.

Although he had almost memorized "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms", Owen was still very good at taking care of plants and was praised by Professor Sprout.

Instead of thinking about how to take better care of those weird magical plants, Owen thought he had more pressing issues to consider, such as how to deal with the unbearably hot greenhouse environment and how to gracefully squeeze the pus from the Bobo tubers...

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After an herbal medicine class, the little wizards' robes were soaked with sweat and their bodies were covered with strange-smelling soil. Owen was sure that Professor Sprout had applied some common organic fertilizer to the soil.

Girls like Daphne and Pansy rushed back to take a shower after class. Owen dusted off his spotless clothes and recited a cleansing spell all over his body with great skill.

It has to be said that Owen believes that the Cleaning Spell is definitely one of the greatest spells for wizards. It can enable wizards to keep themselves clean and tidy anytime and anywhere. It is really good news for mysophobia patients... He has never understood why there are some

The wizard would rather make himself dirty than say a magic spell to himself.

Maybe it's because once this spell is used incorrectly, it's easy to peel off a layer of skin? Well, anyway, this is the spell that Owen has mastered most skillfully.

Draco turned his head away with satisfaction, glanced dissatisfied at Crabbe and Goyle who kept stuffing candy into their mouths, and continued to tell scary stories in a sinister manner.

"Draco, I heard that you are very well-informed?" Owen put a hand on his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Tsk, believe me, Draco, he won't like someone asking him this question." Owen glanced at him, this guy really didn't like to mention anything.

The gray cat that was chewing on the meat sausage grabbed it with its paw without any warning, its bright cat eyes were full of victorious malice. However, the cat's paw was in vain, and Owen had already retracted his hand and looked at it with a smile.

: "Want to play games with me?"

"So, if you learn that something strange happened in Hogwarts recently that deserves attention, can you tell me in time?" Owen said slowly. He didn't know what abnormality his ability caused, and he always felt a little uneasy.

The cat in front of him arched its back warily, its messy tail slowly sweeping back and forth against the ground, its yellow-orange eyes full of malicious ferocity.

"Ha, sure enough!" Owen knelt down and stretched out a hand, waving with a smile on his face, "Mimi, come over here..."

In this regard, Owen can only say that cats in the magical world are really smart.

When the night got darker, the students who had finished their astronomy class returned home with a lot of work--referring to their homework. The Slytherin students walked along the dark stairs and corridors to the underground of the castle, and the chatter of voices broke the coldness and silence around them.

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For a moment, the atmosphere was a little stiff, and even the few people who were not afraid just now felt hairy all over.

In a few days, the freshmen became familiar and harmonious with each other, and gradually relaxed when getting along with each other.

As he got closer, Owen used the dim candlelight to see clearly the animal in front of him. It was a cat with dark gray hair, but it was just as skinny as a stick, with a pair of big eyes that looked big and bulging on the skinny cat's face.

out, which makes it look unsightly.

Under Owen's expectant gaze, the cat got tired of playing the game and put his nose close to the sausage, sniffed it, and then started to chew it, looking like he was gobbling it up, which was very unsightly.

"To be honest, his expression is a bit too scary, isn't it?" Blaise shrugged after Bloody Baron floated away.

"Huh?" Owen's eyes lit up, and he let everyone go first, and turned into the corridor with an interesting look on his face.

The gray cat lazily stretched out its paws to move the sausage in front of its eyes, as if it was playing with a mouse. It raised its eyes and glanced at Owen, with an expression of arrogance and contempt.

After completing his class assignment, Owen spent most of his time practicing transfiguration in the wall-facing space, and successfully transformed a coin into a badge with beautiful patterns.

After a quick dinner, the students climbed up to the tall astronomy tower, used telescopes to observe the starry sky, and learned the names of different stars and the trajectories of planets.

"Oh, Draco, stop talking!" Daphne covered her ears.

"It is said that in Hogwarts late at night, in those corridors with particularly dim candlelight, there are hidden evil ghosts that feed on the lives of wizards... They are always quietly peeping at the living people, silently waiting for lone prey.

"Draco said quietly in a deep voice, "Every year, there are always a few young wizards who stayed up all night and were found fainted in the corridor the next day, skinny and bones, as if they had aged several years..."

"Yeah-" Draco drawled back, not sure if he took Owen's words to heart.

Slytherin's ghost Bloody Barrow slowly floated over, glanced at them with dull eyes as everyone looked relieved, nodded slightly to Owen, and then slowly floated away with a gloomy face.

"There are no evil ghosts in Hogwarts, Draco." Theodore said shamelessly, with a sad expression on his face as if he was always distracted.

"How could it be? Look ahead!" Draco suddenly almost jumped up, startling himself. At the end of the dark corridor, a shadow emitting a cold silvery light was approaching.

"Why do I feel that the way back to the dormitory is particularly long tonight?" Daphne exhaled, still holding Pansy's hand tightly. She was most afraid of hearing those horror stories, although she knew they were all false, but

To be afraid is to be afraid.

"What I want to know more is where the blood stains on his body came from. I think I can take the time to ask him." Draco's gray eyes rolled.

The gray cat purred in annoyance, clawing wildly on all fours, even using its mouth. But Owen's dexterous hands touched it again and again, like a butterfly piercing flowers, and each time it touched the cat's claws.

After a narrow pass, the gray cat's expression became more and more angry, while Owen's expression became more and more satisfied.

He took out a packaged sausage from his pocket, placed it on the ground not far from him, and pushed it towards the gray cat.

"It is said that there is a corridor in Hogwarts that appears randomly at night. People who enter it by mistake can never get out and can only wander alone in it forever..." Draco said slowly.

Harry nodded in agreement, feeling that the ghost looked very unapproachable.

"Poor Mimi, do you have an owner? You look so thin, you must have been abused." In Owen's opinion, anyone who can keep his cat so thin must be an owner who doesn't cherish it. Moreover,

The cat in front of me looks fierce and wary towards people. It must have been hurt by humans.

"Okay, thank you in advance." Owen shook his head in amusement, as if he saw the other person's little tail secretly raised.

Owen recognized the figure from a distance and said hello in a brisk tone: "Good evening, Sir Barrow."

The pair of eyes in front stared at him motionlessly, unblinking, and seemed to be filled with critical malice.

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the cat's head again, dodged just before the sharp claws touched the back of his hand, and touched the gray cat's back again.

Daphne was trembling after hearing this, holding Pansy's arm firmly, showing an expression that she wanted to hear but didn't dare to listen. Pansy raised her head proudly, looking fearless, but when Draco looked over,

She changed her face and showed a frightened expression.

Owen silently stretched out his hand and touched the gray cat's head. Although it was skinny, the fur was still fluffy and warm. Well, it felt comfortable.

"Well, since you begged sincerely, I reluctantly paid more attention." Draco raised his chin higher.

"Of course, no one knows everything that happens at Hogwarts better than me." Draco raised his chin proudly.

While passing by a certain corridor, Owen heard a muffled sound coming from deep in the corridor, and two yellow searchlight-like eyes lit up, like a monster peeking out in the dark.

After a while, the gray cat jumped up from the ground, glared at Owen fiercely, as if to say, stay here and don't run away, and then disappeared with a swish.

Owen retracted his hand without hesitation, took out a pocket watch from his pocket and took a look at it. He found that the time was almost up and it would be a violation of the school rules to stay any longer, so he regretfully got up and walked towards the common room.

Well, what bad intentions can a kitten have? It just wants someone to play with. Owen decided to come back tomorrow.

Owen returned to the common room just before curfew, and the only sound left in the corridor was the sound of an angry cat, as if it was spring.

(End of chapter)