A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 133 Untitled

Although extraordinary things seem to be happening in the castle this year, the lives of the students have not changed much. Hogwarts is still the same.

Owen continued his peaceful study life. He routinely received compliments and extra points from the professor in every class. After class, he would pet cats until they were soft in the corridors of the castle. Whether it was Professor McGonagall's cats or the cats.

Mrs. Norris was a good cat in his eyes. He paddled quietly during the study group gatherings, and began to deliberately observe the conditions of several Weasleys, but he did not find anything unusual.

In response to this, Owen could only let out a sigh of sadness like a melon-eater, and turned back to tease Tom in the diary. No matter it is the young Voldemort or the old Voldemort, the one who can catch it in his hand is the good Voldemort.

Blaise still likes to collect some weird items from all over the place, collecting things that interest him into his hands like a hamster. He also learned to make some simple magic props from Owen, and recently it seems that he has opened up a new world.

The gate has created some gadgets that even Owen was inspired by.

Daphne is still working hard calmly and resolutely. Although she feels a lot more relaxed and relieved after having an open heart chat with Owen last time, she will not slow down her progress because of this. Perhaps, she is more like this now

He had some ideas that he didn’t want to lag too far behind Irving.

As for Harry and Draco... Even though Draco clamored over and over again that he wanted his father to cancel the confinement system at Hogwarts, he and Harry's confinement continued unswervingly.

But since he claimed to write a letter asking Mr. Malfoy to change the castle administrator, Mr. Filch, who did not want to pack up and leave, finally made a compromise and no longer forced Draco to clean the toilet.

"Filch is a bully idiot!" Draco said proudly on the way to the solitary confinement. "I dare say that tonight I just need to take a walk around the castle..."

Harry walked beside him dejectedly. He felt depressed and had a headache when he thought about being called by Lockhart to help him write a reply to his fans tonight.

Only a few meters away from Lockhart's office, Harry couldn't help but slow down and move forward at a snail's pace. Perhaps he hoped to delay time in this way, even for a second.

"Oh, you can check out the third-grade Transfiguration textbook to learn about the Animagus." Owen lowered his head and looked at the diary in his hand.

"Do you know how a person can become an animal?" he asked suddenly.

Harry felt that time passed too fast, and it was almost time for him to leave in the blink of an eye. He learned some interesting things about their schooling at Hogwarts from Peter Pettigrew, but for some reason, Peter was not very willing to tell him.

Talk about the remaining two people in the photo.

He lowered his head deeply, his short and fat body trembled violently, and choked with tears in his voice: "I am not a hero, your parents are, they are so brave and good people..." He

He sniffed hard again: "I should...should have watched you grow up. I'm sorry, but...I can't go back."

"No, Professor, I know you are a hero!" Harry said seriously, his emerald green eyes so bright under the dim firelight that there was no haze, "You are able to bravely and fearlessly do things that others dare not do.

Defending your inner justice is something that deserves everyone's admiration. I think many people are very happy that you are still alive, such as the professors at the school, and there are too many people who know your deeds..."

"Oh, rebellious little villain." Lockhart ruffled his hair affectionately.

"I want detention, Professor." Harry muttered listlessly. "Go to Professor Lockhart and write to him..."

"If I hadn't given him a taste of the limelight during the summer vacation and made him the front page of the Daily Prophet, he wouldn't have become addicted and went to hit his classmates..." Lockhart died

Holding Harry's shoulders tightly, he said with an expression full of emotion, "I gave him a taste of the sweetness. I made a young man no longer content with being ordinary, and made him start to attract the attention of others by any means necessary..."

Harry stretched out a hand towards the two people's backs, opened his lips slightly, and looked at the two people's figures blocked by the closed door. He silently lowered his arms, expressing gratitude and silence for Draco in his heart. This

He can get along well with friends, and he really dares to take the trouble if something goes wrong!

Harry's eyes were on fire. He remembered how stupid he looked in that headline - without glasses, with dull eyes, like a mentally retarded goose - and now he just wanted to strangle Lockhart to death.

!

He sat on a large and soft sofa and looked up at the other person, eager to know what he was going to do with him.

Lockhart seemed to have noticed that there was a fourth person here. He stared at Draco in shock, as if he didn't expect that someone in this world would talk to him like this.

"But I think Harry's reputation is greater than yours, Professor Lockhart..." Draco said slowly, his gray eyes looking at Lockhart with disgust and disdain, "Why can't you say the same thing?

Come and think about it, is it actually you who made the headlines because of Harry's name?"

The door to Lockhart's office opened almost at the same time. Draco walked out with a blue complexion and dull eyes, as if he was sleepwalking, as if he had become a walking zombie. Lockhart smiled happily and patted Draco's shoulder.

, looking at Peter with a complicated expression, he said energetically: "Pettigrew, judging from your appearance, these little villains are really capable of causing trouble, aren't they?"

"Oh, Harry, why are you here?" he said in a sharp voice, rubbing his hands on his chest.

"No, I'm happy to come here, Professor." Harry took a sip of the pumpkin juice and found it too sweet, so he put it down. As long as he didn't go to Lockhart's place, he felt like he could go anywhere, let alone him.

I am very curious about the person in front of me.

After a long time, he came back, and his mood became much more stable. He held a photo frame in his hand, and after glancing at it quickly, he hurriedly handed it to Harry: "I think,

You may need it... This is a photo taken when your parents got married. The situation was tense at that time and no one could trust anyone, so there were only a few of us..."

"Then you'd better find Draco." Owen raised his eyebrows, feeling that this guy has become a lot smarter. "His father can easily access the files of the Ministry of Magic. On this matter, my father... uh

, he is more afraid of trouble."

After Harry walked away, he saw a line of writing appearing on the diary: "Can you continue telling me about The Boy Who Lived?"

Under Harry's surprised gaze, Lockhart's expression was stunned: "I know, he is such a charming little guy, right? But why don't you change the time? We have already agreed, tonight.

Harry agreed to help me, he likes this kind of thing, doesn't he, Harry?"

In the dim swaying firelight, Peter Pettigrew's expression seemed to flicker, making it hard to see clearly. He silently squeezed into the depths of the office from the narrow passage and asked in a low voice: "Would you like something to drink?"

Pumpkin juice or black tea?”

"In the Muggle world, everywhere...oh, there is no fixed place to live." Peter said with a wink.

"Ah, yes, more than just acquaintance..." Peter Pettigrew raised his head and glanced at Harry's eyes, then quickly looked away, as if afraid of meeting his eyes, "Your eyes are exactly the same as your mother's. Ah,

Your mother is a smart and brave witch, full of a sense of justice, and a clear distinction between love and hate... You and your mother have very similar personalities."

Harry stared blankly at the people in the photo. His parents were holding hands, leaning against each other and smiling at him. Next to him stood a handsome black-haired man with a cynical smile, and a pale and haggard man.

He blinked and looked out of the photo with a gentle expression. Pettigrew stood on the outside, smiling with his eyes narrowed.

He patted Harry's shoulder heavily, looked at the extremely repulsive expression on the other person's face, and smiled with shining teeth: "Look, Harry also agrees. You don't know, Pettigrew, I have always been very guilty,

It was all my fault that he made...I really want to kick myself a few times."

"Tom, even I have to join this study group because Harry will teach us some of the advanced spells that Dumbledore taught him!" he continued, "even if he teaches us only the details, but

It’s amazing enough. If I don’t want to fall out of the ranks of outstanding people, I can only choose to join them..."

This office has been transformed into its owner's favorite look. It is filled with all kinds of furniture and strange furnishings, making the activity space very small, and many corners are dark.

The thick curtains were pulled tightly even at night, and there was only one oil lamp burning in the room, making the place look very dark.

"Come in, Harry," said Peter Pettigrew.

"Your dad... we used to be very good friends. When we were in school at Hogwarts, we were almost inseparable..." He stood up tremblingly and walked through the crowded furnishings with some staggering steps.

He knocked over several things and then rummaged through the depths of the bookcase.

There was a sound of rummaging through boxes and the collision of bottles and cans in the darkness. After a while, Peter Pettigrew came over holding a large kettle and poured a cup for Harry and himself.

"Oh, and Pettigrew, I plan to attend your class tomorrow, are you surprised?" He said happily to Peter Pettigrew again.

Owen dipped his quill in ink and wrote with a wry smile: "Harry Potter has a very terrifying ability. His hands can identify who has bad intentions for him. Once such a person touches

If you touch his hand, terrible blisters will appear on your body, and you will feel extremely painful..."

"Professor..." Harry's voice became nasal, "Can you tell me about my parents?"

He held up his cup and took a sip, his small eyes shining brightly in the dim environment. He wrung his hands and said in a voice that sounded like he was talking to himself: "Harry, I'd really trouble you to come to my place."

Oh...ah, I just want to talk to you, just talk." He seemed to be emphasizing something.

Even Owen, who was having a heart-to-heart talk with Tom, couldn't help but look over and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He felt that with Draco's current murderous intention, it wouldn't be a big problem to cast a death curse.

"It's too sweet, isn't it? I forgot... Ever since I came back, I always like to eat something sweet." Peter Pettigrew said in a whisper-like voice, and his eyes began to wander around again.

"Yes, but I think Harry takes pleasure in this. He likes to watch those who are not loyal to him suffer." Owen wrote, "He also founded a study group at Hogwarts and began to absorb and

Cultivating a group of followers, we have successfully gathered a group of top students and students from pure-blood families..."

With a look of sympathy on his face, Harry grabbed Draco who was reaching into his pocket for his wand. After saying goodbye to the two professors quickly, he quickly pulled him and ran away. He did not want the two people's confinement time to be extended at all.

By the end of this semester.

"Kill." Draco said quietly, looking at Lockhart with murderous eyes.

"Oh, it's such a charming night, isn't it? I can feel your restless breath even from a distance, our arrogant little villain." Lockhart said to Harry with a smile, ignoring the little wizard's smile.

red face.

"Oh, you called me so kindly." Owen said lazily with a smile.

He shook his head and sighed: "This won't work. You have to learn how I educate children. The next day I will give you a copy of my autobiography "Magic Me". I mentioned some common psychological problems among teenagers in it...

...You know, children at this age only have one thing on their mind..."

"Okay, okay..." Peter said softly.

"Dumbledore just let him do this?" Tom's handwriting became distorted.

Harry looked at the other person's pudgy back curiously and followed him into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Peter Pettigrew's face froze, and his lips pursed for a moment. Harry thought he probably wanted to curse. But in the end, he just glanced at Harry sideways and said, "Gilderoy, can you let me go tonight?"

Can I borrow Harry from you?"

"I want to believe that he is the relative of mine you mentioned..." Harry was silent for a moment and said, "However, he seems to be hiding something from me, as well as some things from back then. You said that the mouse

Regarding my only relative, I need to capture it and give it to Dumbledore... But you also said that I need to be extremely cautious because it will escape..."

At this time, the door of another office not far away opened with a creak. It was the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. The two offices were only separated by one room. I don’t know if this was deliberately arranged like this.

.

Peter Pettigrew sniffled, his eyes moving restlessly in his eye sockets, as if he didn't want to look at him.

"Maybe it's because Harry is willing to train Muggle-born wizards. Dumbledore likes such people." Owen wrote with a smile, "But Harry grew up in a Muggle family and was said to have suffered a lot of abuse. He

He must hate Muggles deeply. But he is very good at pretending and seems to treat everyone equally. Professors and classmates like him very much..."

He reluctantly stood up and looked at the other person with intimacy and joy in his eyes, as if he had found a relative he had not seen for a long time. But the more he showed such an expression, the more Peter was unwilling to look at him.

Even though Harry emphasized it many times, Peter always seemed to feel guilty for not taking good care of him.

"Gilderoy, I have something to do with Harry, something very important." Peter Pettigrew broke the awkward silence with a sharp voice, "I hope..."

"If Pettigrew was really the mouse, if he didn't have amnesia, why would he run away from me? If he had amnesia, he shouldn't run away, right?" Harry hugged his shoulders and said clearly, "I decided

Now, I want to check what happened back then!"

Harry managed to calm down Draco's emotions, then sat down next to Owen, stared at him deeply and said, "Petttigrew chatted with me all night..."

"I see..." Harry turned his head and looked into his eyes, but the other party avoided his gaze, "You won't lie to me, right?"

"You come and write a letter for me tonight, ha, aren't you so happy?" He said to Draco with a face of arrogance and contempt, and grabbed his arm and pulled him into his office, "Don't

Worry, I will explain it to Filch..."

"I will." Harry nodded, having made up his mind. He didn't know what Pettigrew was hiding from him, but he wanted to know the truth.

"I know, I've heard about your deeds..." Harry also whispered.

Before going out, Harry paused and suddenly asked: "Pettigrew, where have you been all these years when you lost your memory?"

Peter Pettigrew sat down on the sofa again, wrung his hands together again, and stared straight at the table in front of him.

"Of course I'm happy to make it easier for you, Pettigrew." Lockhart interrupted him directly, with a bright smile on his face again. He let go of Harry's shoulders and walked towards Draco with a smile:

"Look, there is a bad boy here, and he used such a rude way to attract my attention. I think I have to take responsibility for this...I blame me for being too indulgent to young fans of this age."

"I think some magic can achieve similar effects."

"..." Tom fell silent, once again falling into deep doubts about life.

Harry glanced at the other person's right hand that was missing his index finger as if unintentionally, then nodded and walked out of the office, his expression becoming thoughtful.

"Thanks, pumpkin juice will be fine, Professor," Harry said.

Owen looked at him innocently, with a "what are you talking about" expression.

"Don't drag me, Harry, let me kill that... that boar!" Until he returned to the Slytherin common room, Draco was still roaring in anger and waving his wand murderously.

"My deeds...oh, I, I just didn't do anything well..." Peter took another sip of pumpkin juice and muttered in a low voice, "Everything. They would rather I was dead, would rather I

Never come back..."

Another door also opened. Lockhart obviously heard the sound outside. He strode out of his office. When he saw Harry, his eyes lit up. He walked over and hugged his shoulders, smiling brightly.

.

"Of course..." Peter repeated, "Of course."

Peter Pettigrew's bald head poked out from the crack in the door. He first looked around warily. After seeing Harry and Draco at the other end of the corridor, his pointed nose twitched.

, a pair of small eyes wandering erratically.

"Do you know my parents?" Harry stared at him.

"Really? You think so?" Peter Pettigrew stared at him blankly, sniffling hard, and his watery little eyes were filled with tears in an instant. He said in a sharp voice and a trembling tone: "Oh,

Harry, I'm really... really sorry..."

Isn't what Harry Potter did a carbon copy of himself? Why are the two of them treated so differently? Dumbledore... is confused!

Owen suppressed his laughter and closed the diary. He used a long bird and snake feather as a cat-teasing stick, teasing Melete to pounce around.

As he raised the feather in his hand high, Melete's graceful and smooth figure drew a graceful arc in mid-air and fell straight into the fireplace.

"Silly cat!" Owen grabbed Melete's tail and lifted her out. He looked at her burnt beard and was heartbroken.

(End of chapter)