A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 165 Sending the Basilisk Away

The lights in the corridor were dim, and there were a few stars hanging in the dark night sky outside the window. It was not yet nine o'clock, and there was not a single student in the corridor. The surroundings were so quiet that only Peeves was entertaining himself downstairs.

A small sound came out.

Another attack stimulated the sensitive nerves of the students, and this time the person who was petrified was a professor who had disappeared before. The school required all students not to leave the common room before six o'clock in the evening, and postponed all Quidditch training and

During the competition, teachers were also asked to escort the students to each class.

Professor McGonagall’s cats and cats can be seen everywhere in the castle. These little guys who are very good at avoiding danger patrol the castle responsibly. From time to time, they will also be cute to the students passing by to ask for snacks, and after eating

Turn your head and leave without acknowledging the person.

Even so, they are loved by almost all students. Now that there are dangers lurking in the castle, they can at least give people a sense of security. And recently, the little wizards dare not go out for night walks, so they don't worry about being attacked by them.

I caught it and gave it to the professor.

Plop——

A cat with orange hair jumped out from behind a suit of armor, shook off the dust on his body, and called softly at Owen who walked out of the principal's room.

"Good evening, Lulu. You've worked hard these days, and I see you've lost weight..." Owen touched the cat's head distressedly, and took out Melete's snacks for it to eat. The fattest orange cat

They have all lost weight, which shows that these little cuties are really working hard.

"Meow--" the orange cat nives raised his face and called, then gulped down the snacks. After eating a few mouthfuls, he licked his paws leisurely and rubbed his head against Owen's palm.

, then turned around and disappeared into the corner.

Owen smiled and continued walking downstairs, also distractedly analyzing the principal's attitude tonight.

The four deans of Hogwarts gathered outside Myrtle's bathroom on the second floor, waiting with serious faces and pacing anxiously from time to time. They all wore anti-basilisk glasses kindly provided by Owen.

Get ready to take the basilisk away.

"You don't want to be full?" Harry asked.

"Let me go! I want to go back!" The basilisk refused to listen and kept to itself, hissing and shouting. But the professors could not understand its words and just dragged it outside the castle.

"Dumbledore has a lot on his plate, and it's not a good idea to disturb him all the time, Shafiq." He suppressed the annoyance in his heart and said indifferently.

"But I was attacked twice, and something happened to Weasley. I never like to put myself in unknown threats, and I don't want Hogwarts to be shut down because of this." Owen said helplessly.

Said, "What's more, the target of the heir is Harry..."

Dumbledore suddenly smiled. He stared into the other person's eyes sincerely and said, "It can be the same now, as long as you want."

Recognizing the extremely complicated micro-expression of the dean, Owen's smile deepened. Judging from Professor Snape's attitude, Dumbledore had obviously not vaccinated him, otherwise he would not be so panicked now.

From this point of view, the current situation may not really be Dumbledore's arrangement.

"I don't care." Snape said indifferently, as if he was indifferent.

Nyx in the pocket had just woken up and let out a crisp cry, and Owen also heard another footsteps not far from him.

"Then go outside!" said Harry.

"Not now," Snape said sarcastically.

Snape stepped forward and stared at the handwriting on the note, his brows knitted into knots.

Snape looked at him with an unpredictable expression. This little wizard always gave him an opaque feeling, making him unable to tell whether it was real or an illusion. He saw his own shadow in Owen, and he had to admit,

The two of them have many similar qualities.

"Are you going to stand by and watch what happens at school?" Snape said after a long silence.

Snape said unmoved: "What is your purpose?"

"So, this is your choice?" Dumbledore was not angry, but the old god was smiling.

Snape curled his upper lip slightly and said coldly: "I hate him."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Snape gritted his teeth, his sallow face elongated.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand rapidly, releasing spells one after another, making the Basilisk's struggling movements become harder and slower.

Owen leaned against the wall boredly, waiting for Harry to coax the basilisk up.

"No!" The basilisk's powerful tail slammed against the wall, causing the dust on the ceiling to fall down.

"I don't want to leave!" the basilisk whimpered, shaking its head vigorously.

"If you really think so, he will die." Dumbledore said seriously.

There was only one sentence on the note: "Severus, please come to the Headmaster's office to have a chat."

The four professors exchanged glances with each other and surrounded the basilisk in a tacit understanding. Owen silently stepped back to avoid being affected.

Professor Sprout made a lot of devil's nets, and the spreading vines tightly tied the basilisk's body.

Harry shouted in the bathroom: "I brought the basilisk out!" He slid down the back of the big snake and followed behind with some shame.

The basilisk stared with its big yellow eyes and looked curiously at the professors who were waiting in the corridor. Because of Harry's order, it did not show any aggression.

The basilisk closed its mouth in frustration and rolled its head vigorously, tossing the ropes and vines that tied it to pieces. But more ropes followed and tied it tighter and tighter.

"Good night, Professor." Owen nodded politely, then slowly turned around and walked away at a leisurely pace.

At this moment, a bunch of silver-blue flames suddenly ignited in front of him, as if someone had set off a silent firework in the corridor. The fire disappeared in an instant, and a piece of paper fell lightly from where the flames dissipated.

, slowly fell to the ground.

"No, at least half of them like him, right?" Dumbledore said with interest, his eyes deep and sharp, "Do you think you can protect him?"

Before leaving, Snape said slowly: "Who are you? Grindelwald?" Combining the time of Dumbledore's return and the time of Grindelwald's death, it is not difficult to make this guess.

"Let's chat with you, Severus." Dumbledore looked at him expressionlessly, "After all, you are the person I trust and respect the most."

"Wait a minute, Potter told me about the Chamber of Secrets today." Snape stopped him, "He said you were the first to find the Chamber of Secrets."

Tsk, poor Professor Snape. Owen suddenly wanted to tease him.

On Saturday afternoon, the little wizards who had no classes were ordered to stay in the common room. The castle was empty, making people feel a little desolate.

"You are not only protecting Harry Potter, you are also protecting the future of the wizarding world." He said with certainty.

"Roar! Let me go!" The basilisk's huge body writhed and struggled, but was locked tightly and couldn't break free. It opened its big mouth, revealing its fangs as sharp as swords, and arched its body to attack the nearest one.

Professor Sprout bit it off.

Dumbledore didn't wait for his answer and said to himself: "Protect Harry Potter's safety?"

Harry weakly held on to the wall and gave up trying to persuade him. Owen kept a safe distance and followed behind, laughing until his stomach ached.

"Good evening, Professor Snape." Owen said, looking at the figure striding towards him, "I just came back from the principal's office and asked Mr. Dumbledore some study questions."

"What do you want from me, Dumbledore?" He stared at the unfamiliar principal behind the desk and said word by word, "I think you don't need me to treat you anymore..." He glanced at

Glancing at the opponent's uninjured hands, he saw that his right hand under the cloak had already tightened his grip on the wand.

"He..." Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table and made a "duh" sound, "He is a variable. He is the key to everything and may destroy everything."

"What did you find?" Snape was silent for a moment and then said.

"I will pretend I don't know what to do." Snape moved his lips and said expressionlessly.

The other party just smiled slightly, neither admitting nor denying.

Does this mean Dumbledore has dementia? Owen suppressed a laugh.

"You should stay in the lounge now, Shafiq." A deep voice came from far away.

The basilisk suddenly stared at him with bright yellow eyes, shook its huge ferocious snake head and shouted hoarsely: "No! I will not leave the secret room!"

"Shut up! Don't bite!" Harry said quickly.

"What do you know?" He stared into Owen's eyes, his eyes so sharp that he seemed to be looking into his heart.

"Ha, that's a good question." Dumbledore raised the right corner of his lips and crossed his hands against his chin, "But I want to ask you first, what is your purpose?"

"No, Severus, what we are talking about now is your purpose." Dumbledore raised an index finger and shook it, "Don't change the subject."

"Are you concerned about the Chamber of Secrets?" Snape asked.

"Who told me to be Harry's friend?" He said in a very soft voice, like an erratic and hollow distant echo.

"Are you here to see me?" Myrtle poked her pimple-covered head out of the wall and said with a blush, "But... it's not good here, this is the girls' bathroom... Of course, Owen

You can come..." She timidly looked at Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick. After Snape glanced at her coldly, she cried out "Wow" and turned around in fright.

in the toilet bowl.

"I will create a more perfect world in my lifetime, and your choice will determine what role you will play in the future." His tone suddenly softened, which was refreshing, but also lurking in danger, "Do you want to

What kind of character is that, Severus?"

"Basilisk, I hope you can leave the castle temporarily." Harry hissed, trying to persuade the basilisk to leave. "No more people in the school can be attacked. You can't disobey the heir's orders, so I hope you can

Hidden..."

"Really? It's really interesting. Do you want to ask him to toss a coin to decide who lives and who dies?" Snape's tone was full of sarcasm.

Snape twitched his lips. Damn it, Dumbledore didn't keep his promise and told others about him! Dumbledore deserved his misfortune! He said angrily: "I wish he died!"

The stone monster at the door of the principal's office did not stop his steps. When he entered this office that he had never set foot in recently, the changes in the surrounding layout made his expression darken.

"No!" The basilisk swung its tail excitedly and turned around to run into the secret room.

Watching the young wizard's thin but upright back disappear at the end of the corridor, Snape paced anxiously. The current situation caught him off guard, making him more complaining and annoyed towards Dumbledore. Who always made him

He hid some important things from himself and went out alone, and now the boat capsized... He really didn't want to clean up the mess left by Dumbledore.

…

"It's just for a while, okay? After you catch that guy, you can come back." Harry hurriedly reassured.

"You'll be hungry when you go back!" Harry shouted loudly.

Professor Snape, who also wore glasses, looked extremely strange. He waved his wand coldly, and a gray beam hit the basilisk's head, causing it to shake dizzy.

Snape's eyes moved but he said nothing.

"Didn't you notice? Mr. Dumbledore's dressing style has changed, he doesn't like sweets anymore, he keeps the principal's office in order, and he is unwilling to solve the crisis at Hogwarts. Even his phoenix has been missing for a long time.

Appeared." Owen stretched out his fingers to count them solemnly, "The most important thing is..." He lowered his voice mysteriously, "He actually washed the Sorting Hat."

"That is the savior's whetstone. I will not interfere." Dumbledore put away his smile and said calmly, "If this kind of thing can kill him, he is not worthy of my training."

In the end, the professors successfully took the basilisk out of the castle and into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and handed it over to Hagrid, who was eagerly waiting for it. Hagrid pushed up the anti-basilisk glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the basilisk's face.

His eyes seemed to be seeing a lover in love: "What a beautiful little guy, right? Don't worry, I will treat him well."

"I understand." Owen nodded, "Then I'll go back, Professor."

"You are a pure blood, not the target of the heir." Snape said slowly.

"Do it!" Professor McGonagall shouted, a cold light flashed on her glasses. She raised her wand and pointed it at the basilisk, and a long golden rope wrapped around it like a flexible snake.

"What do you think?" The old man sitting elegantly on the high-backed chair snorted coldly, gently rubbing the black gemstone ring on his finger with his fingertips.

Snape picked up the note and stood silently for a while, then suddenly sneered. He threw off the cloak behind him and walked straight towards the principal's office.

"Is Owen Shafiq your alternative?" Snape asked coldly.

"Don't go hungry, but go back!" the basilisk roared decisively.

"Nothing happened to Dumbledore." Snape stared at him for a while, and then looked blankly at the end of the long corridor, "He is the headmaster recognized by the castle." Until a solution is found, it is best to pretend to be nothing.

Know.

Snape's brows furrowed even more tightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression was gloomy with a hint of undetectable anxiety and panic.

"There's food outside! You can eat every day!" Harry shouted.

"I just have suspicions... After all, Dumbledore disappeared for a few weeks and then came back, and there were too many changes. So I was wondering if something happened to him?" Owen tilted his head.

There is no need to talk about martial ethics when it comes to Kamilien.

Snape fell silent for a moment, and his expression returned to gloomy and indifferent.

Irving didn't quite understand the other party's purpose of doing this. After all, the other party certainly didn't lack followers, and it was not cost-effective to train him. But it was obvious that the new principal had no intention of turning against him at the moment, which was a good thing.

Snape's face turned a little dark. He glanced at Owen warningly and said slowly: "At his age, it is normal for some changes to occur."

In any case, following this man has a much better future than following Voldemort, but if Owen wants to cause trouble, he should be more cautious.

"That's it..." Owen nodded with a look of realization, and then said: "I heard from Harry that Mr. Dumbledore was hit by a very powerful curse before, but it seems to have been completely cured now. Professor,

Did you help him cure the curse?" He looked at the other person with adoration with his bright eyes.

"The future is destined not to be peaceful, and the wizarding world will inevitably break its bonds." Dumbledore said categorically, "Harry Potter will be at the center of a dangerous vortex, and everything will be reshuffled... What will you choose to do, Xi?

Fleurs?"

"It's not me." Snape's face turned even darker. He suddenly put away his gloomy expression and squinted his eyes inscrutably at the little wizard in front of him. He suspected that the other party knew something... No, he was sure of it.

Owen has already noticed it.

"Then everything will be business as usual." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"In the near future, there will be people who will break the old order, there will be people who will establish a new order, there will be people who will protect the new order..." Dumbledore said passionately, as if he had become the most charming speaker,

"The threat of Voldemort is actually insignificant. He can be defeated, but the wizarding world trapped in the cage still cannot find a way out. If the root of the problem is not solved, new crises and crises will eventually arise in this fertile soil watered by resentment and hatred.

The flames of war..."

He played with his wand and slowly entered the dungeon along the stairs. The surrounding environment suddenly became colder and damper, and the lights in the corridor became dimmer. Owen, who was wearing a black robe and a pale face, walked lightly.

Walking here, the footsteps are regular and gentle, and the whole figure is like a vampire living in a deep castle, with a mysterious and elegant alluring charm.

Snape suddenly turned around and strode out of the principal's office.

"It seems that you yourself have not discovered some kind of... kindness in your heart, or that you are unwilling to admit it." Dumbledore looked at him with pity.

"That has nothing to do with me...you have a lot of imagination." Snape smiled mockingly. At this time, his expression was much more real.

"How is Dumbledore?" Snape asked again.

"What on earth do you want to say?" Snape said coldly, with uncontrollable anger pouring out of his eyes, "If you just ask me to come and listen to you say these incoherent nonsense-"

"It's okay, Hagrid found a cave suitable for you to live in the Forbidden Forest..." Harry coaxed.

There was no signature, and the font was not Dumbledore's slanted font, but rather scrawled and wild, a font that Snape had never seen before.

His expression softened a little and he said calmly: "Go back."

"Of course, the basilisk in the secret room threatens the safety of every student." Owen said matter-of-factly.

Snape frowned and looked at him with lowered eyes, his greasy hair reflecting the dim candlelight. For the first time, he felt troublesome with a student. Why did this kid always like to deal with suspicious guys? When he thought of Denbu

He had a severe headache when it happened.

"Mr. Dumbledore told me that he is willing to answer my questions every Friday night." Owen raised the corners of his mouth, looking innocent and a little proud, "Isn't it true that Harry always

Are you going to see him all Saturday night?"

"Professor Snape," he said with a confused and hesitant expression, "do you feel that Mr. Dumbledore has changed a lot recently?"

From the perspective of answering questions and resolving doubts, the other party is indeed very dedicated and not perfunctory at all. But from the perspective of attitude, it is not like the attitude towards students, but more like cultivating a trusted subordinate, with appreciation and

I respect you, but I don't think you're close.

Dumbledore just raised the corners of his mouth and waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.

"Yes, finding more clues based on known intelligence is my strength." Owen said casually.

"I want to!" the basilisk said without hesitation, opening its mouth and biting the devil's net wrapped around its neck.

"Ho! Let me go back! You are all bad guys!" The basilisk looked up to the sky and hissed. The sorrow and anger in his tone made the listeners sad and the ones who saw it shed tears.

"Be well, bye." Harry waved his hand, turned around and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Harry, you are such a scumbag." Owen teased.

Harry:......

(End of chapter)