A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 160 The Missing Principal

The empty, dark secret room was silent and mysterious. Under the condescending gaze of the huge Slytherin statue, the giant snake coiled its long body leisurely, making the two little wizards next to it look extremely small.

Owen wore a pair of silver-white flat glasses, which gave him an elegant and elegant temperament. He stared directly into the eyes of the basilisk through the glasses, looking at the thing that could swallow him whole horizontally.

A ferocious snake head with neatly arranged bright and beautiful green scales.

He had just done an experiment with a few mice in the box and confirmed that the anti-basilisk glasses he and Tom jointly made could prevent the basilisk from staring. This was the first time he carefully observed the entire basilisk.

The basilisk also stared curiously at him with its huge and bright yellow eyes like light bulbs, staring straight at him. Its huge head slowly came closer and hissed with its forked tongue.

Harry finally recovered from his confusion and accepted the fact that he had become the heir. Fortunately, he had always been ambitious and quickly became excited. At this time, his dress was a little weird, and not only did he have himself on the bridge of his nose,

He wears round-framed glasses, and wears another pair of flat glasses similar to Owen's. These are the backup anti-basilisk glasses made by Owen.

After understanding that the basilisk had no intention of attacking them, he plucked up the courage to approach the basilisk and quickly started chatting with it.

"Can you tell me about the incident that made you attack our heir?" Harry said with unbearable excitement. The basilisk suddenly turned its head in front of him, and asked him to move away carefully.

"I can't say." The basilisk lowered its head, "I have the responsibility to keep secrets for every heir."

"Then can you please stop attacking students?" Harry frowned, feeling extremely disappointed.

Owen also discovered that Dumbledore had not appeared in Hogwarts for two weeks, which made him doubt the life and death of Dumbledore. Even though the principal always disappeared, the time he disappeared this time was too long.

Longer.

Harry was inspired, and for the next time, he happily poked around in the Chamber of Secrets, jumping up and down with energy, trying to find Voldemort's Horcrux.

He could only wait anxiously for Dumbledore to come back. Fortunately, Hogwarts had been quiet recently, and there was no news about the missing Peter Pettigrew. Lockhart, the substitute teacher, turned the Defense Against the Dark Arts class into a comedy performance class, and always

He eagerly pulled Harry to perform on the podium, and several Owens who were close to him also suffered disaster, and many of them appeared in supporting roles in the comedy.

Harry could only convince himself to believe this explanation, and absentmindedly flipped through the book on Occlumency he borrowed from Owen. He quickly became immersed in it and forgot about other miscellaneous things. He was making too slow progress in Occlumency.

He had no clue at all, which aroused his unwillingness to admit defeat. He had been thinking about this magic for the past few days.

"Well, I am only loyal to him in my life." The basilisk glanced at Owen, its bright yellow eyes making people feel scary and depressing, "He asked me to obey the orders of the heir, so I will obey you...

"

"But he will always be my master," hissed the basilisk.

Owen paid attention to every move of the basilisk, carefully collected a bottle of venom, and patted the huge snake's head with satisfaction.

"Owen, how can I get started quickly?" Listening to the conversation between the two, Harry looked at Owen, who was huddled in the armchair with his eyes closed, and shook the book in his hand.

"You must also become the outstanding heirs of Slytherin and accept the inheritance and beliefs of the old master... Well, those inheritances have been destroyed. That heir has his own way, and I can't stop him..." The Basilisk sagged again

He lowered his head and rested his chin on the tip of his tail, looking autistic.

"No. The old master kept me here mainly to guard the secret room and to help the heir." The basilisk said very honestly.

"Let others use Legilimency on me?" Harry frowned, he didn't want anyone to see his thoughts at all.

"If we appeared in front of you at the same time, who would you listen to?" Owen asked enthusiastically.

Seeing the embarrassing appearance of his free-range chicken, Owen's mouth twitched and he wanted to crush this little thing.

The basilisk roared, swinging its head and throwing Nyx away. Nyx hit a pillar and slowly slid down, and was almost beaten into a meat pie by the basilisk's tail, screaming and flopping around.

With.

Owen opened his eyes and looked at him for a while, then smiled meaningfully: "If you have someone to practice with you, you will master it quickly."

"I'm just... not motivated... the old master doesn't allow me to eat people..." the basilisk replied in a weak tone, "Anyway, I followed the order and attacked. I don't care whether they die or not."

"Uh... can't you go find something to eat by yourself?" Harry's mouth twitched.

Nyx's crazy desire to die because he couldn't die began to show up. Owen watched the show with a smile and said in his heart that he deserved it.

"Then can I order you to find that guy?" Harry coughed lightly and asked with bright eyes.

"Yes." The basilisk said after thinking for a while.

"I will not leave the secret room." The basilisk replied immediately.

"Okay, in exchange for food." Owen raised the corner of his mouth, "I'll bring you food next time. Come on, open your mouth, ah——"

"I cannot disobey the heir's orders." The basilisk's voice was hoarse and calm.

Feeling the familiar feeling of being tricked again, Harry looked at him warily, feeling that Owen's eyes were malicious. He sighed, and finally fell into the trap obediently: "How to practice?"

Professor Flitwick always walked around the classroom restlessly during class and could not stop for the entire class. Professor Sprout, who had always been gentle and kind, frowned sadly, and once accidentally

A cone covered with thorns fell on the face of a young Ravenclaw wizard. Probably only Professor Binns from the History of Magic class was not affected, and he continued his hypnotic work day after day.

The basilisk pondered for a long time before speaking out a profound magic. It was a bit like an unbreakable oath made between a person and a magical animal. Although it did not require witnesses, the process was more complicated and difficult, and required the wizard's magic power.

The level requirements are also very high.

He rummaged through his suitcase and found an enchanted crystal bottle inside. He came to the basilisk and said, "Can I collect some of your venom?"

Nyx stuck out his head and stared at the basilisk's eyes curiously. It was obviously not afraid of the basilisk's gaze. Its red eyes rolled cunningly, and it suddenly chirped briskly and bit lightly like a baby.

He bit Owen's finger, jumped out and was about to jump on the basilisk, but fell to the ground with a "snap".

Professor McGonagall has become even more serious recently, always hurriedly walking out of the classroom after class. Professor Snape's face is always dark, and he deducts points from Gryffindor even more severely, and even Slytherin students commit crimes.

If you make a mistake, you won't get any good results.

Owen and Harry looked at each other. No wonder most of the attacks in the school ended in an anticlimax. It turned out that the basilisk took care of the problem... You know, if the basilisk really wants to kill someone, it only needs to make up for it after petrifying the person.

The tail is guaranteed to break people into pieces.

"You made a loyalty oath to Mr. Slytherin?" Owen interjected.

This topic was brought to an end for the time being, and Harry continued his hopeless practice of Occlumency. Another week passed, and Dumbledore, who was supposed to teach him alone, still did not come back.

"...Don't even think about it!" Harry glared at him. He is not a guinea pig!

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Voldemort is a master of Legilimency. He can see through all your inner thoughts at a glance." Owen whispered to him with a smile, "If you can't learn Occlumency,

I'm afraid our savior will be killed by him in one encounter..."

Harry was so angry that he crossed his arms and gritted his teeth.

Harry was a little angry and felt like he was being criticized.

After a long day of work, Tom Riddle was diligently cleaning up the school, but the old basilisk in the workplace was dragging his feet... Tsk, I feel sorry for Tom for a second.

The huge mouth can swallow several Owens in one bite, and the slender fangs are like silver swords embedded in the pink tender flesh, containing green and transparent venom.

"..." Faced with this century-old problem, the Basilisk fell silent, its eyes like lightbulbs flickering as if they were about to break down.

"I just want to learn Legilimency recently and need a practice partner." Owen smiled slyly, like a little fox with soft black shiny fur.

The emotional contagion events that happen from time to time on campus have become interesting things that students are eager to follow. No one follows Madam Pomfrey's warm reminder and hides away. On the contrary, everyone is keen to experience the novel and interesting feeling.

, this will become a topic of conversation for them all day long.

The corners of Harry's eyes twitched, and the title of savior made him feel embarrassed. He hesitated for a while, and then said: "...I'll think about it."

"In other words, whoever appears in front of you and orders you, which one do you obey?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"It sounds like this magic is very useful." Draco curled his lips, "How many people know Legilimency? How many people can practice it to the point where they can study people's minds without others noticing?

?”

"People who can do this will definitely not tell others everywhere." Daphne raised her smooth chin slightly, "You certainly don't want to show your mind naked in front of others, right?"

The most anxious among the students was naturally Harry. After not seeing Dumbledore again, he gritted his teeth and knocked on the door of the Potions office. He asked uncomfortably to Snape, who had a gloomy face: "

Professor Snape, do you know where Mr. Dumbledore has gone? He has not been back for two weeks..."

"He is so busy, maybe he was delayed by something." Blaise repaired a petunias that was swearing wildly, and said nonchalantly, "Besides, at his age, it is normal for him to forget something..."

"So, there is another simple and crude way: let someone use Legilimency on you again and again. In the process of constant resistance, you will gradually become familiar with and master how to fight against it." Owen smiled.

Said, "This is body memory. I don't expect you to learn to disguise your own thoughts. It would be good if you can shut out other people's thoughts."

Basilisk: Ah——

Harry winked at Owen, pulled his sleeve to the corner of the room, and whispered furtively: "What do you think we should do about the basilisk?"

"I feel like I'm about to learn it." Draco grinned at him proudly. He and Daphne also became interested in Occlumency and recently started learning it under Owen's guidance.

"This magic is easy to learn but difficult to master, Draco." Daphne took down the study notes carefully and said without raising her head, "It is easy to resist a rough invasion, but it is difficult to block a hidden invasion. Disguising one's own thoughts can only be done by a master.

matter."

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, and he continued to search around while holding his forehead.

"The heir asked you to attack several people, but only one person died. Are you showing mercy?" Owen suddenly had this idea, and he asked curiously.

They stayed in the secret room until night, and then let the basilisk carry them back to the bathroom on the second floor. Watching the pipe at the entrance to the secret room slowly disappear, the two looked at each other and sneaked back to the lounge.

"Then I'll tell him sometime." Harry nodded, his eyes suddenly brightened, "Do you think the crown or the diary will be hidden here?"

The basilisk stared at Owen.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp... quack--" Nyx flapped his bald wings and laughed like a duck.

…

"It's up to you." Owen closed his eyes again.

Harry cast a sympathetic look. He carefully raised his hand and patted the basilisk's nose, feeling that this big guy was not as scary as he thought.

"I can't get out of the secret room by myself." The basilisk swung its tail, "I can only sleep and occasionally catch a few mice..."

"Well, I thought Owen would be interested in giving you a name." Harry said, "He's pretty good at naming things."

"Can I ask what that loyalty oath is?" he said with interest. The magic that can restrain the basilisk must be very powerful, otherwise, even if Slytherin is a parselmouth, it is impossible to make the basilisk survive.

Still loyal to him a hundred years later.

"The old master really doesn't like them, but he doesn't want me to kill them either." The basilisk crawled slowly, its green scales reflecting the color in the light of the lighting spell, "otherwise he wouldn't

I am the only one left... Of course, the old master is really angry. So he wants to train his successor so that he can carry forward his ideas and tell the world that his persistence is correct."

"That's it." Owen nodded thoughtfully. This kind of loyalty oath basically cannot be made with a second person. He doesn't have to worry too much about the basilisk having completely obeyed Voldemort, which is a good thing.

"I'm sorry, I can't attack the heir. You can find another partner." The basilisk said slowly, looking a little pitiful as he put his head on the floor.

"The practice of Occlumency requires restraining one's thoughts for a long time, throwing away all emotions, and disguising one's thoughts...Draco and Daphne did a very good job." Owen said slowly, "Of course, this method is not

It’s very suitable for those guys who are passionate and have a single mind.”

"..." The basilisk was yearning for it, but still shook its head in pain, "This is the old master's order..."

Snape had a gloomy face and was silent for a while before slowly saying: "The last time he went out, he was supposed to come back in three days..."

The students didn't pay much attention to this matter. They were used to the principal disappearing for a long time. But Owen noticed that the expressions of the professors became more serious and even worried.

"I don't really like doing this kind of thing... and I can't eat, it won't fill my stomach..." The basilisk turned to stare at Harry and said eagerly, "I want to eat spiders, big spiders..."

Owen yawned slightly and said matter-of-factly: "Of course, this kind of matter should be left to the principal." There was no trace of the crown in the secret room, and the basilisk was of little use, so there was no need to reveal the secret of the secret room.

Hide.

"There's no need to be so quiet, the basilisk can't understand human speech." Owen glanced at him lazily and spoke clear English.

"Then do you want to leave here?" Harry said. He felt that letting the basilisk leave Hogwarts and find someone to take care of it would be the best option.

"But Slytherin is dead," Harry said.

"Is this a task assigned to you by Slytherin? To clean up the Muggle-born students in the school?" Owen stroked the hard scales on the basilisk's body with his fingers. The cold and smooth touch felt good.

Harry felt that Lockhart was about to die, because Owen looked at Lockhart with more and more malice, and every time he was called to the podium, black energy seemed to come out of him. He felt that Owen wanted to kill him

Lockhart, but so what? He wanted to kill that guy too.

Harry was excited about finding the Chamber of Secrets for a long time, but when he was about to tell Dumbledore about it, he realized belatedly that the principal had left Hogwarts again.

"I need something to eat..." The basilisk stopped chasing Nyx and looked at Owen seriously.

It was not until the next private lesson that Harry arrived at the principal's office on time that he realized that Dumbledore had not returned. He returned to the common room worriedly and said uneasily: "This is wrong, Dumbledore didn't come back."

You told me to cancel tonight’s class…”

The basilisk stared at him for a while with its heart-stopping yellow eyes, seemingly lost in some philosophical thinking, and then said after a long time: "I will obey the orders of every heir...the one in front of me..."

"By the way, do you have a name?" Harry asked as he passed by in disgrace.

Owen memorized this magic, and then glanced at Nicks, who was sleeping soundly in his pocket. Nicks opened his eyes with a clear conscience, and a look of arrogance and disdain flashed in his small ruby-like eyes.

, even if it is an unbreakable oath, it will be broken once it is reborn from the ashes.

Harry was stunned for a moment. He did not expect this to be the case. He hurriedly asked: "Doesn't Slytherin support the pure-blood theory and oppose the admission of Muggle-born wizards?"

"Yes." Harry nodded in realization, "I want to say, we should tell Dumbledore about this, right?"

Nyx didn't stop either. It chased the basilisk staggeringly, and finally succeeded in climbing on the basilisk's head. It opened its beak and burped, spitting out a small mouthful of black flames, and the snake

A scale on the top of the monster's head was burnt black and cracked.

"You don't have to go hungry outside," Harry said seductively.

"No." The basilisk closed its mouth.

"It's possible." Owen said funnyly.

"He also asked you to attack others!" Harry said angrily. Most of his fear and anger towards the basilisk suddenly disappeared, and all his anger was directed at Voldemort.

"But am I not also the heir?" Harry quickly assumed his identity and said seriously, "Why don't you obey my orders?"

Owen glanced at it and said casually: "Meow?"

"You mean...Mr. Dumbledore...had an accident?" Harry's face suddenly turned pale. He thought of Dumbledore's burnt hand that night.

"He is not dead, otherwise the castle would sense it." Snape's voice was low, and his empty eyes were looking at where he was looking. "Dumbledore...is missing."

"So, Professor, where did the Headmaster go when he left school last time?" Harry asked in a difficult voice.

"Unfortunately, no one knows except himself." Snape's face darkened.

(End of chapter)