A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 134 Horcrux

The time has entered October, a damp and cold air permeates the venue, and the continuous rain is even more freezing to the bone.

A cold suddenly broke out in the school, leaving the school nurse Madam Pomfrey in a hurry. Fortunately, her refreshing potion had an immediate effect, but the rain in recent days still made people's mood less clear. Even Professor Snape gave Greg

Lanffindor deducted points even more diligently.

Owen also accidentally fell into the trap. When he was sneezing in the auditorium, he was caught on the spot by Madam Pomfrey, who was incompatible with influenza, and forcefully drank a glass of refreshing potion. The sound was in his ears for the next few hours.

Smoke was pouring out, and the pale cheeks turned bright pink.

It stands to reason that after undergoing a dark magic transformation last year, coupled with the influence of Voldemort's weird potion, Owen's physical condition has undergone some changes, and he should be less prone to colds. Now this situation makes him wonder if it is the diary.

Ben had secretly absorbed his life force, but he was usually very guarded, so Tom wouldn't take advantage of him - whether it was him or not, Owen made a mental note for him anyway.

During this time, Owen and Tom's relationship "heated up dramatically" and they seemed to have become good friends who talked about everything. The two of them could really talk, no matter whether Owen asked about study problems or talked about some boring trivial matters, Tom

They are all relatable, able to make pertinent suggestions, and are well-informed and knowledgeable, making people feel very comfortable.

It has to be said that Tom is really good at making himself liked by anyone. If Owen had not already known his true identity, he might have been confused and regarded the other person as a confidant - just imagine, who can refuse a person who can carry it with him?

, what about considerate friends?

Of course, Owen has always had a popular charm. He showed Tom the image of an excellent little Slytherin wizard, smart and studious, elegant and calm, calm and self-possessed, knowing how to size up the situation but not being timid and afraid of getting into trouble.

Will give the other party full understanding and respect, just like the most caring friend.

As a result, the two guys with their own thoughts revealed their most charming sides to each other, carefully hiding their sharp claws, and danced gorgeously in the music called falsehood, just waiting for the moment when they saw each other.

Owen's life is very peaceful, but that does not mean that the same is true for others. To be honest, the wizarding world has been making headlines recently, and the entertainment life of wizards has become more colorful.

Ever since that confinement, Draco had been preoccupied with confronting Lockhart. After writing many letters home to get his father to fire Lockhart in vain, under the guidance of Owen's unintentional words, he began to use his

He bought some newspaper writers with his pocket money and asked them to spare no effort in writing about Black Lockhart.

With Draco's interference, wizarding publications such as "Wizard Weekly" and "Magic World Today" are full of Lockhart's black material, and even the "Daily Prophet" has begun to appear some unclear information.

Chu's rumors. Some people who were already dissatisfied with Lockhart or had a competitive relationship jumped out to add fuel to the fire, and the momentum gradually began to unstoppable.

"Don't pretend to be stupid!" The diary suddenly started flipping as if being blown by a strong wind, and a wave of magic suddenly burst out, seeming to suck in everything around it.

"She!" Draco's eyes widened in annoyance.

Harry, who had been entangled for a long time, finally got rid of Lockhart's mental pollution. His campus life finally got back on track, and he didn't hear any unexplained whispers in the castle. Just as he was happily preparing to embrace peace and tranquility.

On a daily basis, I was admitted to the school hospital unexpectedly.

"Can you erase my memory?" Owen tilted his head, "Are you sure you can do it in your current situation?"

Speaking of which, he also wanted to thank Voldemort for his teachings.

Looking at the tip of the staff so close at hand, Owen showed a bright smile. What he was least afraid of was the magic of consciousness. Of course, this did not mean that he wanted to experience it.

"Impossible, the person who plotted against me definitely wanted me to die!" Harry said, "Those people in Gryffindor wouldn't do such a heavy trick." He raised his hand and touched his strong nose.

At one point he will lose it completely.

After feeling his feet step on the hard ground, Owen opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings. He found that he was standing in a huge empty space, with darkness in all directions. There was no light here, but it did not affect him.

He sees everything around him clearly.

"Why are you asking me this?" Owen raised his eyebrows, and then said nonchalantly, "Probably." He does have many methods to do it, such as his "Gathering as One" and what he recently learned.

A few magic spells.

"Tom, I want to ask you something." It's time to show off.

Draco became more and more complacent, leading Crabbe and Goyle around in front of Lockhart's office all day long. Unfortunately, Lockhart always locked himself in the office and never came out.

He found Draco showing off his power, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would have recited dozens of Forgetting Curses on him.

Lockhart's fans were naturally not to be outdone, and the two sides launched vigorous scoldings in relevant publications, which enriched the wizards' lack of entertainment life and greatly stimulated the sales of various newspapers and periodicals.

Even the number of owls flying in the sky every day has increased several times. It is said that an owl that was tired from delivering messages had a rare "crash" accident in the sky.

Several young wizards in the room began to make useless speculations about this matter, until they were interrupted by a "click" sound. Colin Creevey was seen leaning outside the window, holding a camera to secretly take pictures.

After he noticed that everyone was looking at him, he immediately ran away without looking back. His movements were so skillful that it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, Harry instinctively turned his head and looked over. Facing the people standing at the door, his resentful and affectionate expression suddenly turned expressionless. He casually lifted the pieces of the broom in his hand.

When he got to the floor, he lay down smoothly, pulled up the quilt and covered his face, pretending that no one saw what happened just now.

Lockhart, who is surrounded by all kinds of dirty information, has been in a state of distress recently. Letters are flying into his office every day, including letters of comfort from fans, questions and threats from scumbags, and a lot of yelling.

Letters. The disgraced Lockhart began to refuse to receive any letters for the first time, and even the shining smile that used to be on his face all the time dimmed.

"I'm just asking you if you know this term. Why are you so impatient? Wait, is your... diary a Horcrux?" Owen looked at him in horror and took a step back. Although the current situation

It seems that there is no need to act, but teasing the other person will always make people feel happy.

"Ah, I saw it in the book, but I didn't quite understand it, so I just wanted to ask you." Owen wrote slowly, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Dark Guard..." Tom finally looked seriously at Owen, as if he had just met the little wizard in front of him on the first day. "I didn't expect you to have completed this magic. It's amazing. It seems that I have always underestimated you."

"Look, don't you want to use the broomstick my father sponsored for the hospital team?" Draco raised his chin, "You can use it as your own...but remember to take good care of it, otherwise I will find you."

You lose money."

"I didn't expect Tom to have such an ability?" He frowned and instinctively reached out for his wand, but found nothing. He looked down at his right hand, and wisps of black mist followed his will.

Emerging from the palm of my hand.

But the broomstick he had only used a few times did not survive the disaster and was smashed into pieces on the wall. It was too rough to use for sweeping the floor.

"It's a very tempting proposal, but the secret of the Horcrux cannot be known to another person." Tom said slowly, raising the wand in his hand towards Owen.

"Okay, let's go." Owen shook his head in amusement, and he and Blaise dragged Draco away.

"You know what?" Owen asked innocently.

"Owen, can you do it?" Harry looked at Owen, who was leaning silently by the door, and suddenly asked curiously. He had never understood Owen's level of strength, as if nothing could stop him.

"I'm more than happy to answer your questions, if I know." Tom's answer was still so understanding.

Tom was stunned for a moment, and his expression turned completely gloomy.

"My broomstick won't go out of control for no reason. Someone must have put a curse on it!" Harry stopped pretending to be dead, lifted up the quilt covering his face, and abruptly changed the subject.

"Harry, your little girlfriend is here to see you!" Blaise shouted with a wicked smile.

"Horcrux." Tom looked him up and down with cold eyes.

During a Quidditch training in early October, Harry's broomstick suddenly lost control in mid-air and took him straight into the wall at the edge of the Quidditch pitch. His cheek had a close contact with the stone wall.

, printed an emoticon on the wall. Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey's wonderful rejuvenation finally saved his nose.

"Then why don't you kill me? Dead people can keep secrets best." Owen suggested seriously, "Oh, I understand, if I die, your diary will definitely be sent to Dumbledore.

...In fact, you don’t even have the ability to kill me now.”

"But it's all worth it to keep the secret, right?" Tom's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of coaxing.

"Colin..." Harry slammed the bed silently. He really had nothing to do with this little fan.

Cold and ominous black mist emerged from around him, and almost instantly condensed into an evil black shadow in front of him, suddenly rushing towards Tom. The wide back of the black cloak fluttered in the air, as if to

Cutting open the surrounding space makes this dark world unstable.

This time, Tom was silent for a long time, so long that Owen almost thought he would never speak again. Until Melete, who was lying on the table, started to yawn and scratch her neck with her hind legs, this blank page appeared on the page.

Only then did heavy words slowly appear: "This is not a Defense Against the Dark Arts subject."

Before he finished speaking, Owen waved to him and said, "Sorry, I have to go out and comfort my cat first. We'll talk later. Bye..." His figure disappeared into the space in the blink of an eye, politely and politely.

The playful voice was still echoing faintly around.

"Do you want to continue to deal with me? I don't mind trying it to see if it can destroy you." Owen said jokingly with a smile, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with endless malice, "After all, it is very good at dealing with souls, and you seem to

It won't take long." He had already reached a closer connection with the Black Demon Guard, whether it was at the level of consciousness or soul, which is why he was able to summon it here.

Owen clenched his fists, closed his eyes again and felt the space facing the wall. A relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then Shi Shiran looked at the environment here with his hands behind his back.

The Quibbler, which has always been filled with all kinds of weird and bizarre opinions, is not to be outdone, claiming that Gilderoy Lockhart is actually the drummer of a goblin band, and he infiltrates the wizarding world in order to overthrow the rule of the Ministry of Magic and lower the reputation of wizards.

IQ... Interestingly, this rhetoric was unexpectedly popular with many wizards, causing the sales of "The Quibbler" to soar. It must be said that goblins are indeed unpopular.

"It's better than someone just grunting like a pig all day long." Ginny retorted unwillingly, then flicked her hair and strode into the ward.

However, the surrounding environment did not change. The suction of the diary seemed to only appear in Owen's senses. He felt a strong drag force pulling his consciousness forward, and his body seemed to leave the chair.

, falling headfirst into a swirling swirl of colors, light and shadow.

After returning to the common room, Owen stared at the flames in the fireplace for a while, then took out Tom's diary from his pocket and started writing in it.

Tom was caught off guard but quickly moved to the side, looking at this scene with a surprised expression. Owen did not control the Black Devil Guard to continue the attack, but let it float beside him. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually changed from tense to tense.

Become peaceful.

"Then why don't we cooperate? What's the benefit of losing both sides?" Owen said with a smile.

"Know what?"

On this day, Owen and Draco came to the school hospital to visit him. As soon as they opened the ward door, they saw Harry sitting on the hospital bed, caressing his broken broomstick with a sad look on his face.

And melancholy, her eyes were moist, as if she was remembering her lost lover.

"And it's not easy to interfere with a flying broomstick. It requires profound magical attainments, which ordinary students can't do." Blaise nodded in agreement.

Owen put his left hand on his chin, smiled and pondered for a moment, and then wrote in beautiful handwriting: "Tom, I want to ask you if you know... Horcruxes."

Owen's body suddenly fell down on the table, his head resting on the diary, as if he fell into a deep sleep. Next to him, Melete suddenly jumped up and rubbed his cheek with her head.

But she didn't wake him up. Kitty Tanuki hesitated for a moment, looking at the diary on the table with her golden eyes. Then she bit a corner of the diary and threw it into the flames of the fireplace...

Ginny froze suddenly and glared at him fiercely, but her cheeks turned as red as her hair.

"This is my world, you can't use any magic." Tom smiled elegantly and arrogantly, and a wand slowly appeared in his hand, "Although I don't have much power now, and the means I can use are limited, I can only

Roughly tear apart your consciousness, maybe you will forget more things, and I will fall into a long sleep..."

Tom's expression became solemn and then became calm again. He dissipated the wand in his hand into the air and said softly: "Very good, then we can have a good talk. I have always believed that there are only equal parties."

Only then are you qualified to negotiate. Maybe you don’t know that without my permission, you will never be able to leave here..."

"Tom?" Owen smiled and waved his hand. Sure enough, only such a villain can make the Yangou people want to rebel against the camp.

"Hahaha..." Blaise laughed on the spot, holding his stomach, "Don't hide it, Harry, everyone knows that you treat your broom as your lover!"

A slender and tall figure slowly walked over from a distance. As he got closer, Owen could see his appearance clearly. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a Slytherin school robe, and had shiny black hair.

His hair is pale, his face is handsome enough to make little witches scream.

"You are very smart, Owen, and I admit, you are very similar to me." Tom looked at him with some regret, "It's a pity, it's rare to meet someone who is not so stupid."

"I guess it's the revenge of the Gryffindor team." Draco said slowly, "You know, they suffered a defeat in our hands not long ago..."

"Instead of being curious about this, it's better to think about who wants to harm you." He waved his hand with a smile.

Tom's expression was still cold, with a look of "See if I believe it or not." He paused and suddenly said: "Forget it, no matter how you know, after today, you won't remember anything.

"

Owen entered the space facing the wall without any hindrance, and then returned to his body. Being able to sense that the space facing the wall was his biggest source of confidence just now. He opened his eyes and put the hand that was restlessly pressing on his cheek.

Melete hugged her and comforted her for a while, and then she remembered to take the diary out of the fireplace.

"Hmph." Draco snorted arrogantly, raised his chin and commented without salting: "Harry's eyesight is really not that good."

When Owen and the others walked out of the ward, they met Ginny in the corridor who had come to visit. The little girl was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand and was wandering outside hesitantly.

Tom just squinted at him quietly and said softly: "Now, let's continue our conversation, Owen. When did you first know about this?"

Tom was silent for a while, and the black font that appeared again seemed stiff and cold, not as graceful and smooth as before: "When did you first know about it, Owen?"

After cleaning the ashes-stained diary, he slowly opened the pages, and Tom's handwriting emerged impatiently: "What do you want to do?"

"Just asking you a question, Tom, you're just too impatient," Owen wrote. "I thought we were friends. Maybe I should have asked another question: Do you know the despicable Herbo?"

"He is the creator of the Horcrux-making method." Tom responded.

"Yes, I think he's not dead yet," Owen wrote playfully, "and he's at Hogwarts."

(End of chapter)