A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 142 Meeting

Owen looked at the blank pages of the diary calmly, silently considering his words. Melete, who did not go to the death anniversary party tonight, woke up from her sleep, jumped on his knees with a strong figure, and stretched lazily.

He slouched down, his golden eyes staring helplessly at the diary in his hand.

As a smart cat, she doesn't understand why Owen likes this dangerous thing so much. How can the diary have yarn balls and cat teasing sticks for fun? Well, if Owen wants to, she can't divide her own yarn balls.

Give it to him.

Owen funnyly tapped Melete's little head with his index finger, then gently stroked her soft and smooth hair, dipped his quill in ink, and wrote in the diary: "Tom, you know a way?

Can you petrify ghosts?"

He was very sure that the diary had not left his side, so it was naturally impossible to open the secret room. So the one who released the basilisk to attack them tonight must be Voldemort in the crown. But he couldn't figure out what happened.

Only then did Voldemort decide not to hide himself anymore and start doing things under Dumbledore's nose.

Could it be that he has absorbed enough vitality, restored the memory of his body, and decided to do something big before leaving? But the problem is that the vitality required to reach this point will not be a small amount, and Hogwarts has arrived.

So far, no one is in danger due to their life force being sucked out, and the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest have not suffered too many losses, otherwise Hagrid would have discovered the abnormality early.

If it wasn't for this reason, why did the remnant soul in the diadem risk being caught to release the basilisk? Did Hermione accidentally discover the secret of Voldemort? Owen decided to look for inspiration from the young boy Tom.

Tom Riddle in the diary was silent for a while, and then asked: "Why are you asking me this?"

"Tonight I and several other people were attacked. We didn't see what it was, but many ghosts were petrified, and a Muggle-born girl who was traveling with us was almost killed..." Owen pondered.

wrote.

"Hang around with Mudbloods all day long, and that's all you can do?" What Tom was most concerned about was this.

"After all, she is one of the members of Harry Potter's study group, and she won the school's special contribution award with me and Harry last week..." When he wrote this, Owen stopped writing.

He suddenly understood why Voldemort ordered the basilisk to attack Hermione.

"She slipped out of the dormitory last night and wrote those words. In other words, she is probably under control." Owen analyzed the other party's experience, "Even she is being sucked away by the crown? Then, maybe,

She has no use value in Voldemort's eyes..."

Owen smiled and nodded at him very naturally, then lowered his head and stirred the liquid in the crucible with his wand, watching it turn into a clear yellow color.

The frightened screams of the little wizards broke the tranquility of the early morning, and the professors sent Crevat to the school hospital with heavy faces. For a whole day, the students were not interested in going to class, and everyone was talking about this matter.

The two climbed up to the eighth floor together, and then walked in opposite directions. Under Harry's curious eyes, Owen turned the corner, skillfully arrived in front of the Room of Requirement, and entered the Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets.

"Humph, isn't she alive and kicking?" Draco raised his chin arrogantly and glanced sideways at Gryffindor, "You say it as if no one cares about that guy. I wish Granger would never be there again."

Shut your mouth..."

"I'm going to practice magic." After dinner, Owen said.

"It's okay to teach you. In fact, you can find this spell in the forbidden book area. Its spell is 'powerful petrification'..." Lines of fonts appeared smoothly, and in the blink of an eye, a whole page was filled, densely packed.

It is the theory and key points of releasing this curse, very much like the class notes of a good student.

"I can only think so. After all, cultivating basilisks must be Helbo's specialty." Owen replied, "But what I'm confused about is, how did he bring the basilisks into the school? It's not easy. Or rather

This basilisk was hatched by Haierbo in school this year? But in such a short period of time, the basilisk should still be in its infancy... It is impossible that there is a basilisk hidden in Hogwarts, right?"

Owen couldn't help but smile. He poured medicinal materials into his crucible skillfully, with a comfortable rhythm in every move, but his mind gradually drifted away. Penelo Crevat was attacked because he didn't

What comes to mind is that in his opinion, Crevat is one of the people most likely to be controlled by the crown. She should not be the first person to be attacked...

The other party did not answer immediately, but looked at him with a smile, and his penetrating eyes stayed on Owen's left hand for a while, and then he said slowly: "I'm here to see you, Owen Shafiq.

"

The student who was attacked was Penelope Crevat of Ravenclaw. She lay motionless in the corridor, her glazed eyes wide open, with confusion and horror in her eyes. At the other end of the corridor, a student

The window glass was all broken, and on the wall next to her, there were two lines of writing daubed in blood: The secret room has been opened, and those who are enemies of the heir will suffer bad luck.

"Who knows, the heir must be well hidden, maybe even among the few of us." Blaise said in a sinister tone, "Maybe we can find some snakes to seduce the heir of Slytherin.

Must be a Parseltongue!"

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched and he retreated: "Okay, I'll go see if Dumbledore is in the principal's office... together?"

Percy Weasley became irritable. He would glare at those who talked about him with red eyes like an angry bull, and would lose his temper at any flaw. But in the blink of an eye, he would become angry again.

He looked worried and walked around anxiously, like a weird and irritable madman.

"Okay, let's talk about this powerful petrification spell." Owen's eyes lit up, showing an interested expression.

Hermione's face turned darker and darker, and her disheveled hair was about to explode with anger. At this rate of deducting points, she couldn't get them back even if she tried desperately to add them... For a while, even the matter of the Chamber of Secrets and the Heir was at stake.

It doesn't matter to her anymore.

Harry's expression froze when he heard these words. He turned away stiffly, staring at his crucible with drooping eyebrows, pretending to be nonchalant, looking stupid and bubbling.

"Good evening, Metis." Owen walked straight to the bookshelf and said hello to the eagle head sculpture in the center of the room.

Perhaps this was the opportunity that prompted Voldemort to change his mind. Although this reason did not seem to be sufficient, as a severely mutilated soul fragment, he himself might not be able to calm down much.

"It doesn't matter, I'm a pure-blood." Owen said with a smile, "The heir of Slytherin will not attack a pure-blood, unless he wants to make enemies of everyone in the wizarding world... And if you follow, who will protect you?"

who?"

No one knew what happened, but in a corridor that led from the second floor to the first floor, students rushing to the auditorium for breakfast came face to face with a petrified man.

"Please help me find books related to spiritual power." Owen said.

What is creepy is that the writing on the wall seems to have been written by Crevat after she cut her own finger. No one knows why, as a prefect of Ravenclaw, she sneaked out of the dormitory late last night and stood here.

He wrote these words with his own blood under the wall, and then suffered the fate of being petrified without any resistance.

He glanced at the Gryffindor side and found Ron Weasley, who looked even paler and more confused in the crowd. The other person seemed to notice Owen's gaze and instantly turned his head to look over.

"It is said that before Slytherin left Hogwarts, he left a secret room in the castle, waiting for his heir to arrive." Draco whispered to everyone, his gray eyes shining brightly, "Only

The heir can open the secret room and release the monsters inside to purify the school and get rid of all the mud...those guys who are not worthy of learning magic!"

Just as he was opening a thin experimental report, the bronze door of the secret room suddenly squeaked, as if someone pushed the door in. No, it didn't seem like it, Owen heard a sound in this huge circular room.

There was a sound of footsteps that didn't belong to him.

"Métis, didn't you say you wouldn't reveal any information about the successor?" Owen raised his eyebrows and looked at the eagle head sculpture.

The night ended in an uneasy atmosphere, but the next morning, the atmosphere of confusion and curiosity among the students turned directly into panic and uneasiness.

Amid the buzzing discussions among the students, things became increasingly bizarre, and some even began to speculate whether Percy might be the culprit. The book "Hogwarts: A School History" in the library was robbed.

As soon as the room was empty, everyone was talking about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and even the usually quietest Potions class was filled with bursts of suppressed buzzing discussion.

"I don't know how Dumbledore will respond." He thought to himself.

What worried him was that the heir had obviously set his sights on Hermione. If they hadn't run so fast last night, they might have been petrified now. He also had a bad guess in his mind that maybe the heir last night was

Because he failed to achieve his goal, he attacked Crevat in anger... No matter what, he had to tell Dumbledore his suspicions as soon as possible.

"There are many types of petrification spells in the world. The one that can do what you describe must be a very advanced black magic. I know of only one powerful petrification spell that can do this.

It can turn a person's body into stone, but it's not unsolvable because there is a corresponding cure." Tom responded.

Harry sighed old-fashionedly. Fortunately, he knew that Draco was a tough-talking and soft-hearted guy, and he was not very courageous. He was more concerned about the Chamber of Secrets now and the identity of the heir - if Voldemort had indeed sneaked in in some way.

Hogwarts secretly controls and threatens Ron Weasley, so will he be the heir?

"Long time no see, Metis." A voice said softly, sounding familiar yet unfamiliar, "Ah, there is also my...classmate hiding behind the bookshelf."

He actually didn't care about Harry and others knowing about the Room of Requirement. Anyway, his own secret room would not be broken into by anyone except him. The black market boxes and some random things he got from Quirrell last semester.

All experimental materials are stored in that room.

"As you wish." Owen glanced in the direction of Metis, and then followed him out of the secret room. He was also curious about what this guy wanted to do with him. Could it be that he had really recovered his memory? Or could he sense it?

Do you have the diary with you?

Owen walked among the bookshelves, quickly flipping through and copying the information he needed. Recently, he was studying magic to enhance spiritual power, and needed to add a lot of theoretical knowledge.

"Draco, that monster hurt people!" Harry glared at him, "Everyone in this school has magic, and no one is unworthy of learning magic... Last night, the monster wanted to kill Hermione...

"

After this potions lesson, the little wizards walked out of the classroom in groups. At the moment when the heir was wreaking havoc, no one dared to act alone, especially those students who came from Muggle families. They were nervous and frightened.

Being fussy about any slightest disturbance.

The footsteps were unhurried and echoed crisply in the room. Metis hummed and said, "Welcome."

"Although I'm sorry that she didn't die there tonight, let's get back to business. At that time, I heard the sound of a huge creature crawling on the floor. I tended to think that it was an animal. Combined with the fact that even ghosts can be petrified

The terrifying power reminds me of a magical animal first cultivated by the despicable Haierbo - the basilisk."

"However, the Voldemort in the diadem was indeed more aggressive than the diary. He carried out two attacks in the first time." He narrowed his eyes, "This is a more cautious, cunning, ruthless, and unscrupulous guy than little Tom."

"The heir of Slytherin...that person should be in our house, right?" Daphne said in a whisper.

Several girls who were in the same dormitory with Krivat became the focus of everyone's attention. They fearfully told Krivat's recent situation: "Since the beginning of school, she has always been depressed, and her face has become increasingly pale.

... We thought she couldn't stand Percy Weasley's entanglement, or was threatened by him... But we really don't know why she went out last night, we all fell asleep..."

"I want to find someone, so there's no need to ask anyone else." Before Metis could answer, the boy in front of him said. "Let's talk somewhere else?" He tilted his head slightly in the direction of the door, although he was asking.

sentence, but the tone leaves no room for doubt.

"It can be lifted by the Curse of All Curses, so I think what you encountered tonight is definitely not this curse... maybe it is really a basilisk." Tom added at last, and then fell into silence.

.

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the bookshelves suddenly dropped, leaving only a dozen bookshelves still standing. Those were the books he needed.

"Okay." Owen said nonchalantly.

Owen carefully browsed the dense and clear notes on the page, jotted down the key points, thanked Tom, and couldn't wait to sink into the space facing the wall to practice. This can be regarded as his daily life with the diary.

Once upon a time, he liked to discuss some interesting black magic with Tom, and many of the other party's opinions could bring him inspiration.

"Good evening, Mr. Owen Shafik." Metis said in a sing-song tone, "Can I help you?"

Snape gave him ten points in a familiar manner as he passed by, then sullenly got behind the grumbling little wizards in Gryffindor, frightened them to their knees, deftly deducted points and walked away.

The whole walking score harvester.

"A Mudblood...Special Contribution Award?" Tom's handwriting was distorted with disgust and annoyance, "Why does she deserve it?"

"Who knows." Tom responded nonchalantly, but he began to think wildly in his mind. Halbo was a Parselmouth, and it was indeed possible to discover and open the secret room, which made him feel greater pressure and urgency, as well as a deep sense of urgency.

Deep dissatisfaction and anger. He is the heir of Slytherin, and the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk are his property!

"So I want to hear your opinion, Tom, do you know if there are any other ways to petrify ghosts?" Owen was not going to be easily fooled by Tom.

"I'll go with you, it's not safe in school." Harry said with concern.

Owen walked out from behind the bookshelf and squinted at the guy who just came in. He had fiery red hair, was tall and thin, and had freckles on his face. He looked like Ron Weasley, but his pale face had a contented look.

, with inexplicable confidence and power, it is obvious that he has changed inside.

Owen glanced at the dark lake outside the window, and his expression became much more leisurely. He waited for a while, thinking that after Tom had almost accepted the reality, he raised his pen and continued to write: "I don't want to admit this either.

, but this is a decision made by the school and I can’t change it.”

Owen twitched his lips, and sure enough... Tom also won the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award. He obviously didn't like that a Mudblood he looked down upon won the same award as him, and even the trophy with the other person's name on it would still be there.

Placing it next to his own in the same trophy room only made him feel humiliated and angry.

"Ron Weasley..." Owen slowly smiled deeply and casually stuffed the experimental report back on the bookshelf, "I didn't expect you to discover this place and pass the test. It's really impressive.

People are surprised.”

"Do you suspect that Haierbo sent a basilisk to attack you?" Tom's handwriting returned to its usual graceful beauty.

"I think we need a place where we won't be disturbed." Weasley walked back and forth in front of the wall of the Room of Requirement three times before a door quietly appeared.

The two walked into the door. Inside was a wide circular room with gorgeous black curtains hanging on the walls. The light was not bright and the surroundings were empty. There was only a long table and two chairs in the center of the room.

"You know who you are serving, Owen Shafik, right?" Weasley turned and stared at him, his eyes full of inquiry and amusement.

"I am not loyal to anyone." Owen raised the corners of his mouth and replied pretending to be confused.

(End of chapter)