A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 150 Quidditch Match

After the previous rainy day, the weather became hot and humid again, the air was filled with moist water vapor, and the branches and leaves of the vegetation in the Forbidden Forest seemed to be dripping with water.

In a low depression in the Forbidden Forest, Owen played with his wand with a deep smile, and watched calmly as a huge Acromantula curled up into a ball while screaming and wailing, and was absorbed by the diary.

All vitality.

He picked up the diary and shook it with some disgust, feeling that it seemed to have a spider smell on it.

"Why did you get into trouble with a spider?" A faint sentence appeared in the diary. Obviously, Tom didn't like this kind of food.

"Because I hate spiders." Owen replied with a smile, "There are so many cute little ones in the Forbidden Forest, so of course I have to pick and kill the ones that are not cute..." Tsk, it's not good to be picky about food.

"Speaking of which, Tom, you have absorbed a lot of life force, right? It's time to tell me about that magic. Halberd dared to attack me in broad daylight. If we don't catch him out, we will only become more and more passive."

He walked leisurely among the tall trees, and a pure white feather pen automatically wrote on his notebook.

"The vitality and magic power of animals are so different from that of wizards. What I can really absorb and transform into it is not much..." Tom made a pitiful cry, but did not delay any longer, "But your situation is indeed dangerous, I

How can we continue to watch helplessly?"

Owen clicked his tongue in his heart. As expected, he couldn't believe even a single punctuation mark in what this guy said. It would be strange that this guy would relent if he didn't absorb enough life force to satisfy Tom.

Lines of neat and beautiful handwriting appeared on the diary, and in a blink of an eye, it filled a whole page. Then the diary automatically turned the pages, filling the next two pages with writing.

"In this case, Voldemort will inevitably become more vigilant and hide the diadem where he thinks his life is in a place where he thinks no one can find it... Things are getting more and more complicated and interesting." Owen slowly showed a smile.

, "Hey, is Ravenclaw's diadem hidden in the Chamber of Secrets?"

On the day of the death anniversary party, Neville was present when they were attacked, so Voldemort knew that Harry was a Parselmouth. The reason why Hermione was targeted twice was probably not only because she won the Special Contribution Award, which was an eyesore to Voldemort.

It is more likely that Voldemort wanted to eradicate her because she discovered something unusual in her long-term relationship with Neville.

The disadvantage of this spell is that the caster must have an item with the same type of magic wave in his hand, and it can only be used on living creatures. The advantage is that it is silent, highly concealable, and can detect people within a large area at one time

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The Quidditch match is about to begin, the weather is still hot and humid, and there is a faint thunder in the sky.

He called Melete, then stepped on the soft fallen leaves on the ground and walked back. The light brown-haired cat nives jumped out of the grass nimbly, followed Owen's feet with their tails raised high, one big and one small.

The figure gradually disappeared into the dark jungle.

Daphne smiled amusedly and concernedly. She and Pansy were holding a huge green banner in their hands. The words "Potter must win, Malfoy must win" on it exuded silver glitter and looked radiant.

Very conspicuous.

"I hope they don't annoy Potter during the game..." Hufflepuff's Ernie shook his head sympathetically, "Think about it, they might 'accidentally' bump into one from around the corner after the game.

A monster jumped out of the house and died immediately! Don't expect Potter to be very tolerant..."

Draco exclaimed and was the first to dive towards Harry. More players followed suit after reacting. The professors sitting in the stands all stood up, and Snape

The professor waved his wand towards Harry with a gloomy expression, slowing down the opponent's fall, and more professors rushed towards the arena.

Owen groaned and took back his wand. Professor Snape turned his head to look at him as if he was aware of it. His empty and indifferent eyes looked at him deeply through the rain. Owen grinned at him innocently, and then walked

He turned back to his position lightly.

"Want something to eat?" Crabbe and Goyle reluctantly handed over the desserts in their hands.

In this case, it can also explain why Ron Weasley only behaved abnormally towards Hermione and Harry, but did not ask for help from Neville, who was with him day and night. Because he knew that Neville also had problems. This may be because Ron was desperate.

A desperate reminder. Neville said that he never found anything unusual about Ron, which was unreasonable in the first place.

Harry no longer cared about expressing his dissatisfaction with such comments. He and Draco sat silently at the long table in the Great Hall, moving nervously. This was the first Quidditch match they had participated in in their lives.

, the opponent was the Gryffindor team, which usually had a fierce rivalry with the Slytherin team. The pressure and nervousness prevented them from sleeping well for the past two days.

The Slytherin team took the lead, 60 to 0. Draco scored three goals, and his triumphant expression made his fists itch. Harry flew high alone, circling the court again and again.

Searching for traces of the golden snitch.

He slowly walked to the stands where the Hufflepuff students were standing. Without checking anything wrong, he wandered to where the professors were. Most of the professors came over, except for Dumbledore who was absent as expected. Owen

He secretly pointed the wand in front of him and whispered the magic spell.

"It's not good at all..." Draco muttered, his light blond hair hanging listlessly.

Harry also felt terrible. He raised his eyelids, with a faint dark green under his eyes. He forced himself to shift his attention and said: "Owen, I thought you wouldn't go to the game..."

Gryffindor's Lee Jordan enthusiastically explained the game. Well, although Gilderoy Lockhart originally wanted to get this job, he was forced to walk away by Professor McGonagall.

"Hey, there's something unexpected..." Owen raised his eyebrows. He always thought that Peter Pettigrew was under the control of Voldemort, but the fact is that although the other party also has traces of the influence of Horcruxes, they are much weaker than Ginny.

·Weasley is pretty much the same. Except for Peter, the other professors including Lockhart are fine.

"Let me do it! Leave this kind of thing to me!" Gilderoy Lockhart shouted and squeezed over, his teeth particularly shining. "Don't worry, Harry, I'm the best at treating this!"

"Neville..." Owen held his chin with one hand and narrowed his eyes, "In this case, Voldemort knew Ron Weasley's little tricks early, so Ron was given up by him after he had been exposed; he learned that Dun

Bumbledore had already learned about the crown, so he no longer kept a low profile and directly controlled Ron's body to attack Harry. It was considered a waste use, and it was an arrogant provocation to Dumbledore..."

On the field, Harry's figure stopped in the middle of the ring, and then raised his right hand high with a bright smile on his face. The stands were boiling, and the Slytherin students all stood up and shouted loudly

Cheering and shouting Harry's name, the Gryffindors sighed with regret, while the young wizards from the other two houses clapped politely.

It started to rain, and big raindrops pattered on the stands, but it did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the little wizards. They cheered, applauded or booed according to the situation on the field, and the noise drowned out the sound of the rain.

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The clue that Hermione didn't tell that day should be Neville's problem. She suspected it but was not sure. Perhaps she was worried that she would hurt Neville's heart and everyone's feelings by saying it rashly, so she was secretly investigating on her own that day.

Maybe I saw something...

"Leave it to me." Just when Lockhart was about to wave his wand happily, Professor Snape raised his hand and grabbed his wrist with a heavy gaze. He pushed him aside with a cold face and stared at him cautiously with cold eyes.

For a moment, Lockhart looked at the other person like a quail and didn't dare to say anything.

Owen took a deep look at the man sitting in the middle of the stands, Neville Longbottom. The black mist on his body was so thick that it submerged his figure.

Owen leaned against the trunk of a huge pine tree and carefully memorized the spell. A gray rabbit jumped across the grass on one side, making Meller, who was squatting at Owen's feet and yawning,

Tu suddenly became energetic and jumped into the grass to chase rabbits with vigorous and light movements.

And, most importantly——

"Not bad, it should be useful..." Owen closed the diary with satisfaction, and the straight black wand rotated flexibly between his long and pale fingers, "It is not difficult to learn this spell, but you have to find a chance... in the auditorium

It’s too conspicuous, so let’s take advantage of the next Quidditch match to try it.”

Everyone was cheering and screaming, people were swaying enthusiastically and dancing wildly, and the entire stadium was filled with a carnival atmosphere.

"Oh, after all, it's the first time for both of you, so I have to join in the fun... It's best to record how miserable you are when you make a fool of yourself." Owen said with a smile, "You always need some fun in life."

Of course, many people are worried about this because Harry Potter is also going to play.

This is a magic that can detect the same type of magic power fluctuations. To be precise, it should be "resonance". In other words, as long as Owen holds this Horcrux diary in his hand and uses its magic power fluctuations, he will be able to identify it with a high probability.

Those who are affected by Horcruxes, because those people must have more or less traces of the magic left by Horcruxes on their bodies.

He glanced at the ongoing Quidditch match. The players were much further away, making him temporarily unable to use magic to check their condition.

As this statement spread, the excited chatter in the auditorium gradually subsided and turned into an anxious buzzing whisper. People couldn't help but cast worried and pitiful glances at the Gryffindor team members.

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George Weasley looked at him with a mixture of tears and laughter, wiping the rain from his face constantly, and his face was as pale as if he was seriously ill.

Irving and his team sat in the highest row of the stands and saw the players from the two teams wearing green and red uniforms enter the stadium and soar into the leaden sky amidst Ms. Hooch's sharp whistle.

Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, angrily asked loudly: "What are you doing? The game is over! This is murder!" Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, opened his mouth blankly, but there was nothing he could do.

To explain Fred's behavior, he could only shout muffledly: "Save people first!"

Next was the Gryffindor area. Under the vision brought by the curse, Owen found several abnormal people at a glance. Percy Weasley, the black mist on his body seemed thicker than Ginny;

Ron's roommate, Dean Thomas, was covered in black fog and was almost invisible.

The students in the stands were still cheering, even though they witnessed the accident on the field... they couldn't help but feel happy in their hearts.

But soon, the sighs and boos disappeared, and the reserved applause turned into enthusiastic cheers. A strong sense of joy and excitement quickly spread to everyone's heart, and the emotional contagion made a comeback at this time, making the audience

Everyone jumped up and cheered until their voices became hoarse, and more people couldn't help but jump up and down like monkeys.

As eleven o'clock gradually approached, all the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch stadium, sitting on the high stands and making loud noises.

He blinked his eyes with some sourness in his heart, holding back the tears that seemed to burst out of his eyes. Why were everyone so happy after seeing him injured? Because they suspected that he was the heir of Slytherin? After seeing Slytherin's

After his companions also behaved this way, he became numb, and the pain in his heart instantly overshadowed the pain in his body...

His vision suddenly became much blurry, as if covered with a layer of frosted glass, making it even more hazy in the heavy rain. In this field of vision, he could see the traces of magic "resonance" more clearly.

Owen was keenly aware of this atmosphere when the emotional infection first spread. He smiled in time and kept his expression consistent with those people, so that he was not affected by the emotional infection. He kept a bright smile and watched

A scene occurred, and then the cheerful crowd poured into the arena.

Harry looked at him with despair. If it were normal times, he would definitely refuse in horror, but now...that's it, there is no hope for life.

Owen just read it once and memorized this curse. This is indeed a rare curse. He has never seen a similar curse in any book. Of course, its function is also very narrow, but it can be used in certain specific situations.

It can really come in handy when the time comes.

"Hahaha, I prepared a camera." Blaise also watched the excitement and shook the camera in his hand, specifically to capture the wonderful operations and funny moments.

Owen withdrew his gaze from the field, and after reciting a waterproof spell for himself and Daphne, he silently stood up from his seat and walked around to the back of everyone. He pressed the diary in his pocket with one hand and pulled out his wand.

He chanted a spell to the Slytherin students in front who were watching the game seriously.

"Mr. Fred Weasley, do you know what you are doing?" Professor McGonagall shouted from the other side, with a smile on her face, but anger gushing from her eyes.

"The problem here in Gryffindor is so big, maybe the diadem is hidden here..."

Owen frowned slightly in confusion and strangeness. Is this the remaining aura that Dumbledore mentioned during the examination? It seems that people with such fluctuations do not mean that they are controlled.

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Unexpectedly, only Ginny had some problems here, and none of Harry's friends were affected or controlled.

Unsurprisingly, he found the only person in Slytherin who had traces of the influence of Horcruxes, Ginny Weasley. The girl with long red hair turned her back to him and was cheering towards the stadium.

But it carries a wisp of slightly reddish black mist, which looks evil and ominous. But this wave is very weak, as if it was left on the body after being exposed to it a long time ago, and it seems that it will dissipate in the rain at any time.

He wandered thoughtfully to the back of the stands where the Ravenclaw students were, and recited the curse again, but found no problems.

The students rarely put aside the issue of the heir and chatted happily non-stop. Everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch match. Everyone was glad that the school did not cancel the Quidditch game when the heir was raging.

, in this panic-stricken moment, students urgently need a lively and exciting game to cheer up their spirits.

The Quidditch players were also laughing uncontrollably. Fred Weasley was laughing and rubbing his belly, but his eyes were extremely confused. He said with some difficulty: "I know... I don't want to do this either."

It’s nothing, but I was very...angry just now...I was too impulsive. I’m sorry, Professor..."

Fred Weasley stayed there while swinging the bat, his expression a little dazed and dazed, as if he hadn't realized what he had done. George looked at his twin brother with a look of surprise and strangeness.

, the face that had always been free and unruly was slightly distorted, and there was a rare touch of panic and despair in his eyes, as well as more pain and worry.

In the hazy rain curtain, Harry had fallen to the ground. Although with Snape's spell as a buffer, he still broke a leg, and the arm hit by the Bludger also hung limply aside.

, was gritting his teeth in pain, watching a large group of people surrounding him with playful smiles, and the rows of shining teeth made him dizzy.

"Porter started sprinting! He rushed into the middle of the players. Did he see the Golden Snitch?" Commentator Lee Jordan suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! He stopped, too bad, he really caught it.

Got the Golden Snitch!"

"Thank you, no." Neither Harry nor Draco had any intention of eating at this moment, lest they vomit on the broomstick and really make a fool of themselves.

The emotion that Harry had just shown froze on his face. He looked at Owen with an aggrieved expression, looking like he was enjoying the show. The sadness and anger in his heart instantly dispelled the tension that made him want to vomit.

Harry waved his hands towards Owen and the others, and then, unexpectedly, a Bludger hit him hard on the shoulder. Unprepared, he spun towards the ground and fell, as if being hit by

Bird shot by an arrow.

The Slytherin team's broomsticks were obviously much faster than the Gryffindor team. They almost turned into seven blurry green shadows, flying back and forth in mid-air like the wind. In line with their already outstanding level,

Not surprisingly, they had the absolute upper hand.

"Sure enough, it's you." The corners of Owen's mouth curled up slightly. He had guessed it the day Hermione was attacked.

At this time, a spontaneous joy invaded his heart, leaving nothing but happiness in his heart. Harry couldn't help but grinned, and finally squeezed out a drop of sadness from the corner of his eyes.

The tears were then washed away by the pouring rain.

Since Voldemort wants to find out Harry's true and falsehood, he must find a way to contact him, and sneaking into the study group is one of the best options. Ron did not enter the study group, which is unreasonable, unless Voldemort did it

Other preparations were made, and Neville, who shared a dormitory with Ron, was undoubtedly the easiest and easiest target to target.

"Healed as before." Snape squinted as he treated Harry's broken arms and legs, his cheeks twitching slightly, trying his best to suppress the joy that couldn't help but emerge from the corners of his mouth, so as not to ruin his character... Damn it

Emotional contagion!

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you." Owen patted Harry and Draco on the shoulders, looked at their nervous and blue faces, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Owen quietly recited the "Resonance" spell to the players in the crowd, and saw that the Weasley twins both had an ominous black mist on their bodies, not too strong, but Fred Weasley's body had an ominous black mist.

The black mist is thicker.

He understood that the Weasley family may not have escaped Voldemort's shadow. The influence and control were still there, but the other party had adopted a more difficult-to-detect method.

The question now is, did Dumbledore know? Did he really not check it out, or was he playing a long game to catch a big fish?

Owen curled his lips, glanced at Harry who was being carried to the school hospital with a smile, and suddenly shook his head with emotion. Tsk, poor guy.

He held up a black umbrella for himself and followed the crowd towards the school hospital.

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(End of chapter)