A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 159 Become the heir!

"Gilderoy Lockhart... the damn peacock!"

After the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson after Peter Pettigrew disappeared, and amid the chatter of Lockhart enthusiastically calling on everyone to buy his complete set of books, Draco said angrily: "I thought there was no one

He would be even stupider than Quirrell. Today is really an eye-opener for me..."

Lockhart eventually became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Although he was only a substitute teacher, he happily took up the post after being deeply involved in public controversy recently. He urgently needed such an opportunity to clear his name.

In this class, he first asked the students to fill out a three-page questionnaire with the following questions:

"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?"

"When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?"

"What would be the ideal birthday present for Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Not only was Draco disgusted, but Owen also became a little dazed. Because after taking back the test paper, Lockhart began to talk passionately about his great achievements, not just the stories in his own book.

, and also asked Harry to play the role of a werewolf to show everyone how to subdue a werewolf. Owen, who was sitting next to Harry, also suffered a disaster. He was also pulled to the podium by Lockhart and asked him to play the role of a poor man being chased by a werewolf.

girl……

Owen had a cold face throughout the whole process and could hardly suppress the murderous intention in his heart. Only Harry was absent-minded and almost knocked off Lockhart's shining front teeth with his elbow. He was still worried about Dumbledore's physical condition.

"To be honest, I miss Peter Pettigrew a little bit..." Draco's face turned dark, "Of course, we have to catch him and throw him into Azkaban, that's where he belongs."

"Actually, if you watch it as a comedy show, you can at least have fun watching it." Blaise grinned happily and stuffed his camera deep into his pocket.

"I testify that Blaise took pictures of you during class." Daphne said with a smile, sticking out the tip of her tongue in a rare and naughty way.

"Oh, I admit it, I even took a photo of you secretly picking your nose." Blaise looked at her maliciously.

"Really? I'm quite curious." Daphne hugged her shoulders and said calmly, "Would you like to wash it out for everyone to observe?"

The corner of Blaise's mouth twitched. He had never photographed Daphne looking embarrassed. This girl seemed to be dignified all the time. He rolled his eyes and said: "Okay, I decided to brew some polyjuice potion in the future. When the time comes,

There’s no one whose dark history I can’t photograph...then don’t come begging me.”

"Hit him!" Draco pointed at Blaise's triumphant face. Crabbe and Goyle rushed forward quickly, pressing Blaise against the wall with great skill, and scratched his itchy flesh with their big chubby hands.

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Owen looked at this lively and interesting scene and listened to Blaise's cry for mercy. He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and his terrible mood suddenly became better.

Nyx poked his ugly, bald head out of his pocket, glanced over there with disdain, then flapped his withered little wings and made a small chirping sound, conveying his hunger to Owen.

Owen, who felt the same way, stuffed a handful of herbs into his pocket with a stinking face, and finally made Nicks stop fussing. Although Nicks is a mutated weirdo, he likes to eat herbs just like other phoenixes, and he also likes them normally.

Eating fruits is easy to feed. But the newborn chick needs to be fed from time to time, and it always likes to convey the feeling of hunger to him, which makes him eat a lot more...

According to the experience he learned from Dumbledore, a new phoenix needs several years to grow, unlike a phoenix reborn from the ashes which only takes less than a year to mature. Owen only hopes that before the end of his second year, Nick

He can fly instead of remaining an ugly free-roaming chicken.

He glanced at Trouble who was feasting in his pocket, spinning a coin nimbly with his fingertips. If it weren't for the fact that Nyx didn't like anyone except him, and made trouble everywhere without him watching, he really wanted to think about this guy.

Leave it to Hagrid to raise, Hagrid will definitely be very happy...

"Gee!" Nyx, who sensed Owen's thoughts, screamed in dissatisfaction and pecked Owen's waist through his robe, feeling like his skin had been pecked to pieces.

Owen pinched Nyx's beak and refused to let go no matter how hard he struggled. You must not coddle the naughty child, otherwise he will continue to behave like this in the future. Until Nyx said with tears in his eyes that he would never let go again.

After it stopped, he let go and threw some more of its favorite herbs into his pocket.

"Owen, what on earth is this bird of yours?" Draco squinted his eyes and kept looking into his pocket. He just laughed at Nyx with an ugly word this morning, and the vindictive creature saw the opportunity and pecked him.

The tips of my toes and big toe still hurt.

"Who knows." Owen smiled, "We'll see if we get better."

"I think it looks like a crow, but its neck is a bit long." Draco touched his chin and said, "It's also a bit bigger...a big bald crow with a long neck?"

Nyx paused while he was cooking. He poked his head out of his pocket and stared at him with his bright red eyes - this little yellow fur, he remembered it!

In Nyx's mind, the first person he wants to teach him a lesson when he grows up is Fox, who bullies him as an adult, but when he grows up, he will bully Fox. However, before that, there is a little yellow hair who bullies him.

Not bad either.

Sensing Nyx's thoughts, Owen pushed its head back in a funny manner and returned to the common room with everyone.

While Draco and the others were playing Gobstone, Harry sat beside Owen thoughtfully. After hesitating, he told him everything Dumbledore had said to him and what he had experienced last night.

"Such an important thing...you just said it like that?" Owen raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had already understood this information and was mentally prepared for Dumbledore's situation. What he cared about was

, Harry actually told him so carelessly?

"I only plan to tell you. Dumbledore said that I have to rely on myself to judge whether to tell others and who to tell these things..." Harry glanced at Draco and the others who were having a good time, and then looked at Owen

Showing a trusting smile, "I believe you won't tell anyone nonsense... As for Draco, they are still too young."

Owen stared at him blankly, was silent for a while, pursed his lips and smiled: "You and I are not that old either." This feeling of being trusted wholeheartedly by a fool is quite good.

"Yeah, but I always feel that we are much more mature, right?" Harry sighed old-fashionedly, "Maybe this is what the book says, after more experiences, the soul will become vicissitudes of life."

"I don't think I've experienced any changes at all." Owen twitched the corner of his mouth strangely. Nicks waddled across the table in front of him with steps that he didn't recognize, and he looked unusually eye-catching.

"Okay, let's not talk about this topic anymore." Harry rubbed his hands and said mischievously, "Look, I told you everything I know. Can you tell me the information you investigated?

Tell me?"

"So you're making this idea..." Owen looked at him thoughtfully.

Harry coughed slightly, pushed up his glasses, and then gave him a grin. He knew that Owen had always been smart and careful, and could always notice clues that others could not see, and make correct inferences. Peter Pettigrew had

That's what he reminded himself... He knew Owen's character and felt that he must have a lot of information that he was holding back.

"I just hope... that when you discover something related to me in the future, you can tell me about it and take me to investigate with you." He said a little uncomfortably, his fingers unconsciously digging at the armrests of the chair.

, "For example, about Voldemort... you see, the prophecies say that he and I are mortal enemies, right? I will try my best not to hold you back, and I should be able to help a little bit."

Nyx ran over staggeringly, opened and closed his bright black beak, and mocked Harry with a look of disdain.

Harry slapped it down on the table, picked up a glass bottle, stuck it in, and placed a heavy book on top.

Nyx knocked the glass bottle swaying angrily, his red eyes flashing with malice. He decided that from now on, this chicken coop would be its second most annoying guy!

"How's it going?" Harry looked at Owen again, his eyes expectant and nervous.

Owen smiled and watched Nyx jumping up and down in the bottle, indifferent to its pitiful pleas. Then he moved his gaze to Harry, and the light in his eyes became dim and unpredictable. He put his chin in his hand and said softly: "

That means I might open up some of my secrets to you, and then...you may not be able to accept it."

"What can't I accept?" Harry said confused. He couldn't help but shiver. Owen's cold gaze made him feel a little cold. He instantly recalled the fear of being dominated by Owen's bad taste.

"Some...secrets that may cause us to part ways from now on." Owen said with a half-smile. His expression looked strange and unpredictable under the green light of the lounge.

Harry sat up straight and said seriously: "As long as you don't do anything to betray or hurt me, how can we part ways? Have you ever done it?"

Owen thought about it carefully and said, "No."

"So do you want to do it?"

"I don't want to." Owen shook his head.

"That's fine." Harry raised his hand and patted his shoulder, looking carefree and calm to comfort his little brother, "Why do you think so much about what you have and what you don't have?"

The smile on Owen's lips became more and more obvious, and he turned to look at the burning flames in the fireplace. He did want to use the world as a stage to do big things in the future, but essentially he still wanted to bring about some good changes. After all, he had been in

He has loved this world in books and has some people he cares about here. He does not want this world to become a mess.

"Well, I think we need a slogan. After all, you are the legendary savior." He pondered for a moment, then said with a smile, "For a brighter future?"

"You promised to take me?" Harry said excitedly, putting aside the embarrassment caused by the title "Savior".

"But I have a request," Owen said slowly, "You must learn Occlumency."

"That magic that deals with Legilimency?" Harry thought for a while before reluctantly remembering the description in a book that Dumbledore asked him to read. "Okay, I'll start learning it right away!"

"There's no rush now." Owen narrowed his eyes and smiled. He took out the cup from Nicks, who was screaming more and more miserably, and kneaded it in his hands like a stress ball. "Because there is something more important.

thing……"

He gave it up a little and then said: "I may have found Slytherin's secret room."

"What?" Harry stood up suddenly.

"If you keep babbling like this, I won't take you with you anymore." Owen became disgusted.

Harry immediately sat down obediently, widened his beautiful emerald green eyes, and looked at him eagerly, with a bit of resentment in his expression. He was only talking about such an important thing now...

"I only got some clues two days ago, so I'm not sure yet." Owen said confidently, "Would you like to go explore with me?"

"Okay." Harry said, then hesitated, "Should I tell the professors?"

"I haven't confirmed whether it is, and that place...the location is a bit awkward." Owen showed an embarrassed expression, and a faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

Harry blinked and said simply: "Then I'll go and see with you! How about going now?" His expression was a little excited.

"Okay." Owen stuffed Nyx into his pocket, put Melete lying on his lap on the armchair beside him, then returned to the dormitory and picked up his black suitcase. After the summer vacation,

He changed to a box with a larger space, which contained several Acromantulas he had caught in the Forbidden Forest for research a few days ago... Well, let's use the waste as food for the basilisk.

They left the common room together, Owen recited the Disillusionment Charm on himself, and Harry put on his Invisibility Cloak. The two walked out of the damp and cold dungeon like thieves, and followed the stairs to the second floor.

"Around here?" Harry felt more and more familiar.

"Peter Pettigrew brought you here the day he attacked you." Owen said softly, with very light steps. "I guess, since he was working for Voldemort, he might have wanted to send you away that night.

In the secret room. So I have been searching nearby for the past two days and finally found clues."

"Why didn't I think of that!" Harry sighed in annoyance. Getting along with Owen always made him feel stupid from time to time. But he was very happy that Owen finally called Voldemort by his first name. This discovery made him jump in step.

Became cheerful.

"This way..." Owen said in a low voice, pulling Harry into the bathroom. He heard Moaning Myrtle gurgling depressedly in the toilet cubicle at the end.

"Girls' bathroom?" Harry whispered, feeling uncomfortable. He finally understood why Owen didn't want to tell the professor about this easily.

Owen took Harry to find the copper faucet with a small snake engraved on it: "Try using Parseltongue?"

"Don't you know how to say it?" Harry stared at the little snake next to the copper faucet and said "open" in Parseltongue.

The pool sank, revealing a thick pipe opening to them. Harry walked around the entrance excitedly and nervously, suppressing his excitement and asked, "Want to go down and take a look?"

"First check if there are any traps inside." Owen opened his suitcase and used the puppet spell to control a big spider to jump out and stagger into the pipe.

"You keep spiders in the box?" Harry's expression froze. If he remembered correctly, this box seemed to have been placed in their dormitory, right? Ever since he was almost bitten to death by a poisonous spider last semester, he

I have a bit of a psychological shadow on spiders.

"Ah, experimental materials." Owen closed his eyes and concentrated on controlling the spider to slide down the pipe. After following the passage to the end, he opened his eyes, "There is nothing wrong down there, let's go in and have a look."

He took out some anti-basilisk glasses from his pocket and put them on, cast an indestructible spell on Harry's glasses, and then waved his wand gracefully, transforming into a soft and strong leather raft. He lay on it and followed it.

The slippery twisting pipe slid downwards, and finally rushed out from the end of the pipe and landed on the wet ground.

Owen climbed up from the raft, and his robes were not stained at all. He had just smoothed his hair when Harry rushed out of the pipe with a "whoosh" and landed on the ground with his arms stretched out.

They followed the passage through the stone door at the end and came to the room with the huge Slytherin statue. On the stone pillars with giant snakes on both sides of the room, the emeralds inlaid in the snakes' eyes shone faintly, peering into the two people as if they were alive.

A little wizard. The statue has an old and thin face, and a long sparse beard that hangs down to the hem of the wizard's robe. It looks solemn and gloomy.

"Is there no road ahead?" Harry raised the wand in his hand, and the bright light dispelled the darkness around him. "The basilisk doesn't seem to be here... but this must be the basilisk's lair. Think about the snake skin just now.

Come on!" His dry voice echoed one after another in the empty room, making him feel nervous.

"But why isn't the basilisk here?" Owen's clear and calm voice sounded. It sounded pleasant but hollow, which made people feel uneasy. "I think there must be a room here."

"Look! There are words here!" Harry stood in front of the Slytherin statue that was as high as the ceiling of the room and pointed at the base of the statue. The huge face of the Slytherin statue seemed to be staring at the two people silently.

people.

Owen glanced at the base of the statue, which was carved with crooked snake-like patterns, which looked like decorative patterns.

"Is this a snake script?" he said with interest. Parseltongue not only includes snake languages, but also snake scripts. Of course, Tom did not teach him to recognize snake scripts.

"Ah?" Harry responded blankly, and then belatedly realized that the handwriting in front of him was not the letters he was familiar with, but a very strange and unfamiliar writing that he could recognize.

"What does it say?" Owen raised his lips playfully.

"Talk to me, Slytherin - the greatest of the Big Four at Hogwarts." Harry said.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the huge face of the stone sculpture moved, its mouth opened into a huge black hole, and a rustling crawling sound came from inside.

"Run...run! The basilisk is coming!" Harry's hair stood on end, and the fear of being chased by the basilisk came over him again. He quickly closed his eyes, grabbed Owen's wrist, and pulled

He turned around and ran away, only to crash into the dark wall of the secret room and sit down on the ground in a state of confusion.

Owen stopped in time and lowered his eyes.

"Here we come...the two heirs..." the hoarse whisper of the basilisk echoed in the long room, "I am willing to accept your command...what are your orders?"

"Oh, it looks like we don't have to run anymore, Harry." Owen chuckled.

"What heir?" Harry was speechless and retorted instinctively, "I'm not the heir!"

"You are!" the basilisk said. It looked at Harry with its big yellow eyes in great confusion for a while, then looked eagerly at Owen who was facing it sideways, and said expectantly: "Hungry...food!"

Owen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that the basilisk recognized him. Last time, he hid his face, voice and even smell. It seems that the basilisk has a unique ability to recognize people.

He opened his suitcase and drove out several sickly Acromantulas inside. As soon as he climbed out of the suitcase, these spiders let out a piercing scream and collapsed on the ground in extreme panic, unable to move.

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"Spiders... delicious spiders..." the basilisk's voice was full of greed and pleasure. It swallowed the big spiders into its stomach one by one, and stretched out its forked tongue to lick its nose, leaving a better impression on Owen.

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"Still hungry..."

"Be good, I'll bring you something to eat next time," Owen reassured.

"Is there... a next time?" Harry finally got up and pressed his back against the wall, stammering.

"Don't be afraid, you are the heir." Owen said in a playful manner, "Having mastered this secret room, we might be able to catch that guy... You see, the basilisk is actually very obedient, right?"

"Yes." The basilisk replied.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Harry felt that the development of things was a bit outrageous.

"Become the heir of Slytherin, Harry!" Owen announced happily.

Harry was confused. How could he, an innocent student, become the heir?

Owen tricked me!

(End of chapter)