A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 141 Voice

The three Harrys had just hurriedly chased away the troublesome Peeves and hurriedly held up the jar of blue flames on the table when they saw Owen, wearing a luxurious white robe, boarding the stage in front, together with a man who came on stage.

One woman and two ghosts bowed gracefully to the audience together.

The ghosts burst into excited cheers, and even some extremely happy ghosts began to fly around, forcing the three little wizards to huddle in a corner to avoid being passed through by any ghost.

Nearly headless Nick appeared out of nowhere, raised his fists with a look of honor, and sighed like a chant: "Sir Stuart came specially to attend my death anniversary party, and was even willing to perform for me... Oh!

I'm really flattered. I have to thank Owen, he is really my confidant..."

After finishing speaking, he flew up lightly, intending to squeeze past the ghosts in front of him and go to the front of the stage: "Please give way and let me pass... Oh, don't squeeze! Today is my death anniversary, this is mine

Death anniversary party!" Nick shouted, but the excited ghosts couldn't care less about him. Not to be outdone, Nick squeezed past and was lost in the crowd of ghosts in the blink of an eye.

"Well, another guy fell in love with Owen." Harry shrugged indifferently, "I hope Owen's performance can make my ears feel better..."

"That's probably not possible, Harry." Hermione scratched her hair, sighed deeply, and looked like she had given up resistance.

Harry looked towards the stage and saw that Owen was waving his wand gracefully, summoning a bunch of saws, pliers, hammers and many long metal pipes of different lengths. Although these things looked exquisite and beautiful,

But at first glance they don’t look like musical instruments acceptable to humans!

"Oh, no!" Harry covered his forehead. He felt that his tortured nerves could no longer withstand any setbacks.

Hermione and Neville also groaned lowly, regretting their decision to come to this party.

"It's really worth looking forward to, isn't it?" A disembodied voice came from the side. Luna sat in the empty seat on the other side of the table and said lightly shaking her calves.

"I just feel noisy..." Harry sniffed languidly, but smelled the rancid smell of rotten food on another table, which made him almost spit out the dinner he had eaten before coming here.

The ghosts were shouting: "Oh, catch up quickly! Don't block the road..."

"It's saying: Tear you apart... I'm very hungry, it's been a long time... It's time to kill..." Harry listened attentively, stumbling and being pulled away by Owen while interpreting simultaneously, "

Kill her, kill that girl... right in front..."

"What happened?" Neville was still a little confused.

"It's a pity that the people who really understand what happened are all lying here now." The fat monk said in a kind voice.

"So, has anyone seen what caused all this?" Dumbledore asked the fat monk beside him.

Dumbledore's bright and sharp eyes carefully looked at one of the petrified ghosts through his half-moon glasses, and his crooked long nose almost touched it. Then he took out his strangely shaped wand and poked the ghost here and there.

He poked and poked, and even poked into the ghost's illusory body, and chanted a few long spells.

Owen's eyes never glanced that way. He dragged Harry, who kept looking that way, to the other side: "Don't look over there, let's stay away from it!"

"How's it going here?" After observing for a while, he turned and said to the nearest female ghost, who was pulling the arm of her petrified companion.

"A spell that can petrify ghosts? Come over and have a look, I've always wanted to try it in my dreams..." An old ghost squeezed toward the door with a curious look on his face.

"Obviously it's just a little boy's little way to get attention." Lockhart patted his chest and said, "As for these poor guys, leave it to me! It won't take long!"

Then, they went to the classroom where the death anniversary party was held. Silence had returned here, and many ghosts were flying around excitedly.

"You can try this." Luna made fists with both hands, raised her thumb and little finger, then bent her arms and pressed her thumbs on her ears, with her two little fingers pointing to the top of her head. "The sounds in the ears of ghosts are different from ours.

Yes, but we can use our little finger to receive invisible fluctuations in the air, and then transmit them to our ears through our thumb..."

"This way." Owen calmly led the way up a staircase and tapped three times on the hanging painting on the side with his wand. The hanging painting opened, revealing a well-hidden secret door. A group of people entered the door and bent

The waist was walking along the dark passage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, something new happened outside. Several of our colleagues who went out to see the situation...all died!" The captain of the Headless Hunters tossed his head excitedly, riding on a tall ghost horse.

He loudly announced, "Now, we will take the lead in the charge!"

The messy ghosts became quiet in an instant. Amidst the mysterious and beautiful melody, they looked nervously and excitedly in the direction of the stage. However, in the ears of the limited living audience at the scene, this kind of music was comparable to the excitement of music.

At the construction site, it looks like someone is drilling into someone's ear with an electric drill.

"Of course not, it's just a profound petrification spell." Dumbledore said slowly, "Of course, there is a way to remove it, but you have to wait for a while. Harry, you heard a voice that only you can hear...

"

A sharp breaking sound came from outside the door, mixed with the harsh music, and several ghosts who were nearby curiously poked their heads out to take a look. A moment later, a sudden scream interrupted the singing.

The saw made a harsh scratching sound, while the sound of the tongs was rough and unpleasant. The hammer jumped up high and then hit hard, making a loud sound like a construction site. Those weird long tubes were rubbing against each other, and the metal was rubbing against each other.

The "squeaking" sound is long and sharp, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

The ghosts swarmed toward the door. The classroom was as messy as a vegetable market, and the music and singing stopped abruptly.

"That girl...it said it was very close!" Harry said.

"No." Owen said, "It must be a very dangerous thing."

"No, it's petrification! You go back, I came first!" A female ghost shouted loudly, kicking the ghost horse that pushed her away.

The others quickly followed suit, running wildly down the corridor with Owen.

"No, a very obvious sound!" Harry grabbed the stone wall and listened attentively. "It said it was hungry, very hungry... and it wanted to kill someone!"

At this time, the little wizards had just finished their Halloween banquet. After a full meal, they walked out of the auditorium talking and laughing loudly, and crowded into the corridor, followed by Dumbledore and a group of professors.

"It's really terrible!" Nearly headless Nick covered his face and shouted, "Although I didn't see anything? Don't they know how to be humble?"

Harry and the three of them made silly movements, but they didn't think the voice sounded any better at all. They looked at Luna shaking her head and looked at each other suspiciously. After confirming their eyes, they invariably put away their gestures.

Covered his ears.

"Dumbledore, they obviously encountered something extremely terrible, possibly a confinement curse. I happen to know several wonderful ways to resolve the curse. If I had been here at that time, I would definitely not have let the attacker escape!" Loha

Te said, "It's a pity that the attackers are afraid of me as a security consultant and always cause trouble in places that I can't take care of."

"There's something coming that seems to turn ghosts into stone," Harry said.

"No matter what it is, it is a very dangerous thing for us." Owen's pace seemed to be unhurried, but his speed was not slow at all as he led everyone through the corridor and said in a leisurely voice, "I

But I don’t want to meet that thing at all.”

"What did you hear?" Hermione looked at him sternly, "There is no sound! We have to go to the auditorium quickly and tell the professor about this..."

When they arrived at the door of the classroom, they saw a strange sight. Stiff and motionless ghosts were floating upright in the air. Their original silver-white translucent bodies became black and filled with smoke, and their faces were filled with curiosity.

, an expression of excitement, surprise, confusion or fear.

Owen raised his wand, and all the musical instruments exploded into sparkling powder in the air, and the small bright blue candles also flew back to their original positions. The ghosts crowded towards the door, and some people shouted: "There are

Something broke through! Oh, my God! Are they frozen? Don't squeeze, I'll go take a look first, ouch..."

Harry looked at him nervously.

"That's impossible! What can affect ghosts must be a kind of profound and terrifying black magic. How could something like that appear in Hogwarts!" Hermione retorted instinctively.

Hermione frowned, what is this? The good feeling she just had was gone in an instant.

"Oh, thank you, you too..." Hermione said absently, feeling much better about Luna.

Faced with this novelty, the ghosts turned into silly roe deers and swarmed towards the door. They had already died once and could not die again. Satisfying curiosity became their top priority, not to mention that many ghosts wanted to

Experience the sweet feeling of falling into sleep for the first time in a long time.

At this time, Owen slowly retreated to the back of the stage, almost becoming an invisible shadow in the dim candlelight. Sir Stuart put on a white mask that covered half of his face, holding a hand.

The palm of a ghostly female figure in a white dress.

"I will pay attention, but I feel that it is not targeting me. So you are in danger." Luna seriously discussed this topic, "Maybe you have threads of thoughts on your body, and they are rooted in your thoughts, although they are not

What harm is there, but the fanged bubble fish hate their smell, and the harassing flies also like to live in them..."

Owen suddenly waved his wand in the direction of the corner and said indifferently: "The Darkest Realm!" A bottomless darkness appeared in an instant, flooding a large area in the middle of the corridor like thick asphalt.

space.

"As you can see, I missed it..." the female ghost said gloomily and drifted away.

Owen just responded with a humble smile.

"I'll go too, Dumbledore! I'm a security consultant, this is my job!" Lockhart said enthusiastically. He couldn't wait to make certain achievements to restore his reputation. "Actually, such a small matter can be handed over to others."

Give it to me, I encountered similar things in Upper Volta, and there are detailed records in my autobiography..."

If it can petrify ghosts, it must be a basilisk. Although he doesn't know why the basilisk appears here, Owen doesn't want to meet it. Anyone who looks at the basilisk will die instantly, even if he indirectly looks into the basilisk's eyes.

If he is petrified and cannot use his eyes, Owen's situation will be very dangerous.

The ghosts let out a low cheer, and Owen directed the instruments to play slowly, raising his eyebrows at Jazz. He sang pretty well, and he originally thought that this guy was just here to show off and be embarrassed.

Although Owen cannot appreciate this kind of music, it is not difficult to play this kind of performance. He only needs to play these "instruments" step by step according to the music scores. These can all be set in advance with magic, and he only needs to wear them

Just wear earplugs and direct the instrument to work in an orderly manner.

"But why can't we hear that... sound?" Neville asked weakly.

"What? What happened!" Sir Stuart took off the mask on his face with some displeasure, and shouted with his hands on his hips.

After Owen played for a while, the female ghost on the stage wearing a graceful long dress sang in a soothing and sweet voice: "In my sleep he sang to me, in my dream he came towards me, calling me, calling me

With my name..."

"The signal is a bit weak, isn't it?" Luna turned to look at them, her ethereal tone drowned in the noise, "It would be better if a harassing fly siphon can be added..."

"You have to get out of here." Ms. Gray floated over and said sternly.

"I know." Owen grabbed Luna's arm with one hand and Harry, who looked eager to try, with the other hand, and said to them: "Follow me."

In the harsh and unpleasant music, the beautiful duets of male and female sopranos complement each other, and the opera fragments performed together are strange, gorgeous and mysterious, and very unique, but it is difficult for living people to appreciate it.

Owen's expression became serious, and he quickly ran off the stage and found a few confused little wizards among the silver-white translucent bodies of the ghosts.

"It said it can't see us, Owen, can we..." Harry gasped and pulled out a corner of the invisibility cloak from his pocket. After several lessons, he had developed the habit of carrying the invisibility cloak with him.

good habits.

They leaned against the wall and waited for a group of people to pass by. Harry quickly told Dumbledore and the others what they had just encountered. Professor McGonagall made a low groan. He didn't know what happened to Hogwarts. There was a dangerous incident.

Then one thing happened. Professor Snape squinted his eyes and looked at Harry with an incomprehensible expression.

Owen nodded slowly, and Harry and the others naturally had no objection.

Dumbledore stared at him deeply again, then nodded and said: "Of course you can try, I'm waiting for you to show your skills, Gilderoy."

Led by Owen, the group took a shortcut to the location where Harry heard the sound just now. No trace was left here. Dumbledore looked left and right along the corridor, and he did not forget to sigh: "Yes."

It's really enviable to remember the roads in the castle so clearly... Even though I've been here for so many years, I always get lost uninvited."

"Maybe they are invisible fanged bubble fish. They move backwards with the current and make strange sounds to lure prey. People who see them will also be confused." Luna said in a sleepy voice, "We can move away from the current.

Go in the direction..."

"That's right, Harry, didn't you hear that unknown thing wanted to kill someone?" Hermione pursed her lips tightly and said with a trembling tone.

"The voice is gone." Harry said after walking out of the secret passage. "It wanted to kill a girl, I don't know..." He looked at Hermione and Luna.

"The auditorium is ahead." Owen said thoughtfully, playing with the wand in his hand.

"Shh-" Harry pricked up his ears, "It's chasing us! It ran out of Owen's magic range..."

The songs and music were performed in an orderly manner. Owen waved his wand heavily, and the swirling candlelights sometimes converged and sometimes dispersed, like a strange landscape painting, while the high-pitched male and female chorus also rang loudly: "Opera"

The phantom is there, in your heart..."

At the same time, he waved the magic wand in his hand slightly, and small black candles lit with bright blue candles around the classroom rose into the sky one after another, dancing and turning into swirling blue flames, which looked dreamy and charming.

The ghost next to him said sadly: "Come on, if only we could still dream..."

"Are you sure this really works?" Harry learned this cute and weird move, feeling a little foolish. But after seeing Hermione and Neville doing the same, he suddenly felt that it was natural.

few.

Sir Stuart also began to sing, with a rich tone: "Sing with me again, our strange duet..."

"Okay, you can come together." Dumbledore looked at him deeply.

"Okay..." Looking at his companions around him, Harry sighed unwillingly. He couldn't put others in danger because of himself, although he really wanted to know what it was... if he just

If you hide it and take a look at it from a distance, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

He glanced at the people who were looking at him blankly, and seemed to find that Owen's eyes suddenly became cold, but the look only flashed past, as if he had imagined it.

"What did it say?" Owen grabbed Harry by the back collar and dragged him to the corridor on the other side.

Several people walked through several corridors and turned towards the direction of the auditorium. Just as they turned a corner, Harry suddenly stopped and listened to something: "Did you hear anything?"

"It's moving, no, it's coming!" Harry suddenly shouted, "It's..." He suddenly looked towards the corridor on the other side, and everyone heard a rustling coming from behind the corner at the end of the corridor.

The sound was like the sound of something huge flying across the ground.

"Then you are in danger." Luna said to Hermione, with sympathy in her big light eyes.

"A tragedy, isn't it?" Sir Stuart hugged his musical angel and shook his head with compassion, "Owen, we must cooperate again next time. It's been a long time since I met you who understand me so well.

There are people..."

Owen raised his hands high, then waved them down gracefully, using the wand as a baton, transforming into an elegant conductor. The instruments belonging to the ghosts floated lightly in the air and began to play smoothly.

Ms. Gray floated by the wall with a calm face, nodding slightly to Owen and the others.

"Sir, are they dead?" Harry asked quietly.

Dumbledore's expression became solemn, and he said calmly: "The deans of each college, please take the students back to the common room. No students are allowed to come out tonight... Oh, and there are several of our clients.

, can you please come with me?"

"Go this way!" Owen ignored the ghosts and led a group of people to open a door behind the stage and enter a dark corridor.

"Well... of course this doesn't trouble me! But I need some time to study first. Saving people is a very rigorous knowledge." Lockhart coughed lightly.

"We can talk about this another time, Harry." Dumbledore turned to Harry.

Several young wizards were sent back to their respective lounges. As soon as Owen and Harry walked into the stone door at the entrance, a group of young wizards gathered around them, asking all kinds of questions about what happened.

After the two exchanged a few perfunctory words, Harry ran off to look for some information with a solemn expression, while Owen huddled in the armchair and opened Tom's diary.

(End of chapter)