A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 164 Soul Magic

The morning sun has a faint golden color, and the ceiling of the auditorium reflects the cloudless blue sky outside. The weather is starting to get warmer, and the snow outside is gradually melting.

Owls of various colors were biting envelopes or grabbing packages, flying into the auditorium through the open windows and handing things over to their owners, their feathers flying all over the sky.

Draco held up today's "Daily Prophet" and commented slowly:

"The Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge paid a friendly visit to Gringotts? Let me tell you, what does he want? Even if he raised those greedy and cunning goblins as his biological father, they would not give him money..."

"The Department for the Misuse of Magical Items has intercepted a batch of toilets that can turn excrement into delicious food? I don't know, who came up with such a stupid and wonderful idea? I think the Ministry of Magic should award the inventor the best invention.

Invention Award...ha, best of the year!"

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries treated a few wizards who had their legs transplanted into their nostrils? How could such a trivial matter be published in the Daily Prophet? Well, if the editors of the newspaper would even dream of telling a cold story

If a joke makes people laugh, they certainly did..."

Owen smiled and listened to Draco's merciless comments, and his mood became much brighter. Harry also temporarily forgot the worries and troubles that were plaguing him, and his face turned red while suppressing laughter.

"Draco, I think you will be the best critic!" Pansy Parkinson praised with a blush. Such a handsome, intelligent and humorous boy is so charming.

"Of course." Draco was praised so much that his tail was raised to the sky, and his chin was raised high.

"I think being a critic is a high-risk profession for you." Blaise poured cold water on him with a playful smile, "You will be beaten to death..."

"I'm not good at it..." Harry was a little discouraged when talking about this matter. Dumbledore was so wise and powerful, but he hadn't even learned the Disillusionment Curse. Probably only a smart person like Owen wouldn't let him down.

Bar.

"To increase the power of the spell, the simplest way to advance is to combine the principle of 'enhancement', such as the advanced armor protection of super armor protection. This is a shortcut, but I think you are not satisfied with this."

Harry jumped up all of a sudden, his expression extremely ugly. Did Voldemort order the basilisk to attack people again?

He clearly had the location of the secret room. If he had not delayed, but had dealt with the basilisk problem early, wouldn't this attack have happened? The surge of guilt made his internal organs seem to be numb.

Tangled together.

The farce finally ended with Nicks being dazed and running to Irving for help with tears in his eyes. With tears in his eyes, Nicks jumped into Irving's pocket, then changed his face instantly and let out a crisp cry.

with a triumphant provocation.

"Lockhart" turned his head and looked over. Owen blinked his left eye meaningfully at him, and then withdrew his gaze.

Are you not even pretending? Owen's eyebrows moved and he said with a calm and natural expression: "Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Living is a punishment, and only death is eternal relief." Draco said this with a gloomy look.

At this moment, they really wanted to die. Of course, before they died, they had to kill this hateful smelly bird!

"Nyx, I'm going to roast you!" Draco screamed angrily.

These days, he has been trying to track down the traces of Peter Pettigrew. He has asked about the basilisk, persuaded Melete to help him catch mice, and even plans to wait for the weather to get warmer and snakes to wake up from hibernation.

Ask about the snakes inside and outside the castle and in the Forbidden Forest.

After Owen sat down, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in a steady and gentle voice: "Don't be nervous, I said I will answer your questions, but I don't want you to waste our precious time with some stupid questions.

.I am very optimistic about you, Owen, and I believe you will not let me down."

Most people believe that Peter Pettigrew was petrified on the day he disappeared and was only discovered until now. But many people believe that he discovered the secret of the heir, but accidentally fell into the hands of the heir and was

He was secretly imprisoned, and after finally finding a chance to escape, he was eventually killed by the heir...

"Password." The stone monster at the door said in a low voice.

"But...it will still be several months before the mandrake matures." Harry sighed. Thinking that Sirius Black was still suffering in Azkaban, he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep well.

"At least it's better than having no clues, isn't it?" Owen smiled and shook his head. Speaking of which, Natasha's letter to him mentioned that Lupine once wanted to visit Black in Azkaban, but because of

The identity of a werewolf was rejected by the Ministry of Magic. After working around for a while, Lupine finally settled down after receiving a letter - most likely a letter from Dumbledore.

"The advancement of a spell is to add new magic principles to the original spell, or to reorganize it with other spells. This is essentially the same, it is nothing more than giving the original spell new abilities."

Nicks, whose whole body was covered with black fluff, got out of Owen's pocket, curiously looked at the depressed people, and let out a sweet chirp from his mouth.

"Speaking of which, Dumbledore has decided to tutor you alone. I think you are much more suitable than me." Harry was really happy for Owen, "Are you going to go there tonight?"

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a joking tone: "Obviously few wizards are willing to take this road of suicide." According to the other party, this road is simply a way to commit suicide, but for him who has the space to face the wall,

may be most appropriate.

"Advanced basic dueling spells?" After listening to Owen's question, Dumbledore finally showed a satisfied smile. He said slowly: "The direction you chose is very good. These most commonly used spells often have endless possibilities.

potential……"

The smile on Dumbledore's face deepened, and he said leisurely: "Do you know what magic is the most difficult to defend against?"

"Butterbeer," Owen said. This guy really likes butterbeer.

The two parties turned a blind eye to what Nicks did. They were still thinking about philosophical questions about life and death. What was the homework? Is it important?

"I heard that there was another attack last night!" the man said excitedly, and then left quickly.

He is indeed a powerful wizard who has upgraded his armor protection into a gas stove. He has a thorough understanding of the advancement of magic spells. Owen stared at the opponent eagerly, he was very greedy for the Grindelwald brand gas stove.

Owen's eyes flickered and he said slowly: "About the magic of the soul."

"Hmm..." Owen's face darkened. Although it was good to have someone to answer his questions, he really didn't want to have too much contact with the number one rebel in the wizarding world...

The stone monster jumped to the side, and Owen climbed up the spiral staircase and entered the principal's office.

"I'm really flattered that you think so favorably of me." Owen said with a warm smile.

"Your two research directions, breaking the Iron Armor Curse and dealing with dangerous magical animals, are essentially the same problem. The resistance of magical animals to magic mainly relies on their fur scales, which is not much different from the defense mechanism of the Iron Armor Curse.

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"Then what is the second way?" He slightly restrained the eagerness in his eyes.

"You..." Draco's face dropped, and he glared at the group of guys who were teasing him with his gray eyes.

Immediately afterwards, its bright red eyes slyly turned in a circle, and with steps it didn't recognize, it ran to Harry's schoolbag, accurately picked up his homework with its beak, and spit out a mouthful of black flames to burn it.

It turned into a ball of black ashes. Nyx let out a proud "chirp" sound, then repeated his trick, ran over and burned Draco's homework.

Seeing that class was about to start, they hurried to the classroom, but the students were not interested in class, secretly whispering to each other about Peter Pettigrew. Professor Peter, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly returned in a petrified state, which caused a stir.

A lot of speculation.

The students vividly recounted how much suffering Peter Pettigrew had endured, as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes. Several emotional girls wiped away tears, feeling sorry for Professor Peter and at the same time feeling uneasy about the current situation of the school.

"It's really a right decision for the school to hold a duel competition." Daphne said briskly. "At least it made Professor Lockhart change his teaching methods, right?"

"Don't say that, Blaise." Daphne glanced at him with a sweet smile, "Don't worry, Draco, you will be beaten a few times at most, and then you will learn to speak human language..."

Facing Harry's glare, Owen blinked innocently: "Don't you go and see who the person who was attacked is?"

Owen listened carefully and couldn't help but nodded slightly. He also vaguely came to a similar conclusion during the research and experiment process, but the other party's explanation was more concise, clear and to the point.

Harry felt an inexplicable chill. He suddenly looked at Owen. The experience of being tricked again and again made him instantly alert: "What are you thinking about again?"

"Of course, in addition to these two roads, there is a shortcut." Dumbledore looked at him deeply, "Use the power of emotions. No matter what magic it is, it can be significantly enhanced by extreme emotions... In fact, for

For you now, this is the fastest and most appropriate path."

Harry had already grabbed it with a sullen expression. After being laughed at by Nyx, he pulled out the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook from his bag without expression and patted the free chicken.

While having lunch, a mood of depression and despair spread in the auditorium. The buzzing chatter in the auditorium disappeared instantly, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could hear it. The little wizards stopped eating one after another, feeling in their hearts.

They looked at each other as if they were dead.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon was refreshing. Their Professor Lockhart walked into the classroom with a smile on his face and announced that he would teach everyone some magic for dueling in class in the future. The smile on his face was a little stiff,

Her standing posture is a little unnatural, but her teeth are still gleaming white.

The old man with long white hair and white beard was writing something with his head down. At this time, he was completely different from the one he saw in front of the teachers and students in the school. He was wearing a slim-fitting black silver-buttoned robe, with long

His hair and beard were neatly trimmed, and even when he was writing with his head down, his back was straight, giving him an elegant and self-possessed air.

"That's right, soul. The unforgivable curse that is difficult to defend against is this type of magic." Dumbledore stared at him with a half-smile and said lightly, "The second way to advance is to find a way to make the curse have a target.

The characteristics of the soul. This involves a magical principle that few people know, the 'soul'..."

In the following time, he explained the techniques of using the Disarming Charm, and called Harry to the podium to demonstrate several times. Although he spoke in a precise manner and made a few embarrassing jokes in the cold, there was no endless drama anymore.

The young wizards were very happy with Lockhart's transformation and actively practiced the newly learned spells.

He looked at Harry, who was worrying about gains and losses, with a faint look in his eyes. This savior really looked like the Dark Lord.

At this moment, Owen also wanted to crush this bitch to death.

"To achieve your goal, there are two ways to choose." He glanced at Owen, who looked like a good student. "One way is to continuously increase the power of the spell. When the power is strong enough, it can naturally break through the iron armor with violence.

The defense of the curse can overcome the resistance of magical creatures."

Owen accidentally fell into the trap and felt lifeless for a moment. He slumped on the chair like a salted fish, staring at the ceiling blankly, so melancholy that he didn't want to move. Melete also lay on the floor with a depressed expression.

On his legs, his big ears drooped in despair, and his golden eyes became dim.

"Therefore, countless outstanding wizards throughout the ages have not achieved much success on this road. Research on the soul field has always progressed slowly, or even stagnated for a long time... Even though many wizards understand that the soul field is

The most mysterious and exquisite treasure of magic, it may even hide the secret of everything."

Harry pursed his lips and looked world-weary. After a while, he muttered in a hoarse voice: "What's the point of living? Why should I be born in this world?"

"What happened?" Blaise asked as he pulled a senior student running past.

"Isn't it great? You don't need to bother catching him." Owen smiled lazily, "When he recovers from his petrified state, you can clear Sirius Black's wrongdoing."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore said calmly: "But this road is extremely dangerous. Magic about the soul is always the most profound, mysterious and dangerous. The advancement of magic requires not only a deep knowledge base, but also a deep knowledge base.

Experiments and improvements have been made time and time again, but the advancement direction of the soul is very difficult to control, and it is highly accidental. If you are not careful, it will leave lifelong damage that is difficult to heal, and it can also easily cause death, or make your life worse than death."

It turns out that homework is very important. After everyone recovered from the state of emotional infection, Harry and Draco, who had emerged from depression, held the ashes of their dear homework with trembling hands and looked like they were about to cry without tears. This was

The homework they worked so hard to finish...

"In addition to the principle of 'enhancement', the advancement of magic spells often enriches the ability of the spell and improves the universality of the spell. However, the enhancement of power has become an additional product in this advancement process. It is difficult to

Improvement. For example, another advancement direction of armor protection, all protection, so that the armor spell that can only protect one person can be used to protect a group of people or buildings, but the improvement in protection strength is not obvious..."

He explained the principle of magic concisely and analyzed it bit by bit in a simple and easy-to-understand way. In the process, he quoted a lot of information and it was fascinating.

Before he could finish speaking, the entrance to the auditorium became noisy. A group of people ran out noisily, with faces showing some fear and some curiosity.

In just one week, this room has changed. The strange and whirling silver baubles have not decreased, but they have been neatly placed in categories. They no longer look messy like before.

The sundries placed on the board have also been neatly arranged. The whole room is still beautiful and interesting, but it has a simple, elegant and orderly aesthetic.

"I was just thinking that you are a student that Dumbledore likes and values." Owen said with a smile, "Maybe you will inherit his mantle."

Having said that, will Dumbledore really help clear Black's grievances now? If he stands idly by, Fudge will definitely refuse to admit it. Owen thought lightly. Then he thought about it, Harry is not alone now.

Either Malfoy or Shafik would be willing to help him.

Owen's eyes lit up. He opened his notebook and took notes consciously. He quickly filled up a large page.

Owen nodded, twirled the wand in his hand with a smile, and looked at "Professor Lockhart" who was walking around in the classroom with his hands behind his back. This guy failed in his disguise. If he hadn't chosen this moment, he could have legitimately changed.

As for the teaching content, he will definitely expose it.

"Sit down." After staring at Owen for a while, he pointed to the high-backed chair opposite the table and said softly. Although his tone was gentle, there was always an undeniable meaning.

"Isn't this great?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Although Lockhart still didn't let him go, demonstrating the spell was much better than playing a clown.

Dumbledore gently stroked the black gemstone ring on his hand and looked at him calmly, obviously not intending to chat. Owen ended the nonsense politely and brought up the problems he encountered when studying advanced spells.

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"Why did Lockhart change his temper?" Draco waved his wand perfunctorily. He had learned the disarming spell long ago.

Then Owen was dragged out to watch the fun.

After dinner, Owen took his notebook and walked slowly to the door of the principal's office.

Thinking of this, Owen couldn't wait to enter the wall-facing space immediately and start studying soul magic.

Seeing Professor McGonagall frowning and sending the petrified Peter Pettigrew to the school hospital, Harry said in disbelief: "Peter Pettigrew? This is impossible!" He has been dreaming of catching Peter Pettigrew these days.

, but I didn’t expect that seeing him again would be like this. But aren’t Pettigrew and Voldemort on the same side? Are they having internal strife?

He looked at Owen with a sad face, but was annoyed to find that the old man was drinking cereal on the ground, and slowly added some sugar and milk to it, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"You're here, Owen." After finishing writing a line of words, Dumbledore inserted the quill into the ink bottle and then looked up. His light blue eyes were wise and sharp, with a look.

Impenetrable depth.

"If you want to take this path, you can only continue to try to combine it with more magic principles or other magic spells, and gradually increase the power of the magic spell with each advancement. This process will only become more and more complex and complicated.

It’s difficult and takes a lot of time.”

"I happen to have a lot of experience in this aspect..." He calmly talked about the skills of integrating emotions. Owen wrote it down carefully. Although he also has some experience in this aspect, he can only go faster and further by learning with an open mind and learning from each other's strengths.

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After saying this, Dumbledore picked up the butterbeer at the table, took a sip, and said lightly: "I always believe that as long as it is useful to us, the use of any magic is blameless."

Owen blinked and responded with a bright smile.

After asking the remaining questions, he thanked him sincerely, and then left under the watch of the other party.

Thanks to Blue and White Town for the 200 starting coins~

(End of chapter)