A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 30 Ghost Gathering (Part 1)

On Sunday morning, not many people came to the auditorium for breakfast early in the morning. The owls still diligently passed through the open windows and delivered letters to everyone's hands.

Owen opened the package sent back from home, first took out the letter stuffed in the package and read it.

The letter from Mr. Albert Shafiq reads:

"Owen, the salted grass seeds you want and the salty agent they produce are all in the package. If they are not enough, please contact your Uncle Mike directly and he will send them to you. Also, you don't have to worry about such small things in the future.

Find me and write directly to Mike. As long as they are not very rare herbs, he can send them to you."

"I hope you can learn more about Potions from Severus. As long as you take the initiative, you can always find a lot of private goods from him. You can practice Potions freely. In the shop

There are a lot of herbs. I asked Mike not to provide you with finished potions. Of course, if you can convince him, I have no objection..."

Seeing this, Owen curled his lips. Mike was an old subordinate of the Shafiq family. He was responsible for running the family's largest potion store - the Miracle Potion Store. He was famously stubborn and could only get in and out, but of course he was also very loyal.

He continued to read the letter: "...As for Occlumency, it is quite reasonable for it to be listed as a forbidden technique. I am afraid that you will practice blindly and become an idiot. I don't think you need to learn Occlumency at your current age, even if

Your theoretical knowledge is quite solid... I sent you a book of spells. Some of the little spells on it are very interesting. I believe you will like it..."

Owen quickly browsed through the contents at the back, took out an old spell book with a black cover in the package, and flipped through the catalog. It contained some daily functional spells, jinxes and poisonous spells, and at the end there were

A few small black magic spells, of course the simplest and relatively harmless ones, have similar effects to some of the previous poison spells.

This book is good in every aspect, except that it's not the one Irving needs.

"What's wrong?" A low and cold voice sounded in his ears. Snape stood behind him silently like a ghost, with greasy black hair hanging on both sides of his sallow cheeks. The boy was frightened.

I couldn't catch my breath, and my head fell into the bowl of porridge in front of me.

"For disrespecting Professor, twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Snape stared at the other person condescendingly, and then scanned the surroundings with his empty and cold eyes. The still lively atmosphere in the auditorium instantly dropped to freezing point, and even people's

The sound of breathing disappeared.

…

Harry watched this scene absentmindedly, but what he was thinking about was who was most likely to have tampered with the Sorting Hat... If that person was in Hogwarts, the biggest suspect seemed to be Professor Snape?

As Owen gradually approached his destination, his breath had condensed into white water vapor in the air, as if it had entered a refrigerator.

Under that invisible but condensed and oppressive aura, the Gryffindor students were trembling with fear. Even Owen, who was watching from a distance, felt that overwhelming black energy was coming out from behind Professor Snape.

But it doesn't make sense. Although the dean looks lukewarm towards everyone, he has high hopes for him... But the look of disgust when the dean looks at him seems real...

In the past few days, Mr. Filch has been very proud of himself, and even Mrs. Norris's attitude when patrolling the corridors has become much more arrogant. Probably because they have been waiting to catch a lot of Hufflepuffs these days.

students, sent them to solitary confinement one by one, which was the most comfortable thing for Mr. Castle Administrator.

After Owen handed the things to the other party, he "accidentally" mentioned that many students in Gryffindor College had recently imitated Hufflepuff and went out for night walks. Then he found an empty classroom and sat down, carefully considering his words.

He wrote three letters in a row and recited a unique magic spell on them.

"I asked Professor Snape why he didn't wash his hair," the boy said with a smile, "guess what?"

"Well, if you want to send a letter to a ghost, just use this magic spell." Owen read the letters again, then folded them carefully, sealed them in a black hard envelope, and went to the Owlery to mail the letters.

Got out.

"Good evening, Ms. Grey, I hope I'm not late." Owen said politely.

Silver-white ghosts flew past him one after another. Some would look at him curiously, while others were not interested. When Owen came to the door of the underground classroom, he saw Ms. Gray in a gorgeous robe.

It was floating there waiting for him.

The fax machine that Owen had been looking for for a long time did not appear in the main castle last night. Instead, it was found in a boys' bathroom in Gryffindor Tower. A boy who had confirmed the authenticity of the fax machine was talking vividly about last night's events.

experience.

Owen stuffed the spell book into his schoolbag and couldn't help but rub his eyebrows. His father was always in a superposition of reliable and unreliable states, which was really nerve-wracking...

After hearing the news he needed, Owen walked out of the auditorium carrying the seeds in the package, which he promised to give to Mr. Filch. Although after learning that the fax machine appeared during the curfew, he knew that Filch

It will be difficult for Qi to be used, but Irving has no intention of breaking his promise.

"Since we can't have the idea of ​​collecting books at home, we can only find time to sneak into the forbidden book area." He finished the last mouthful of porridge and made a pointed distinction from the noisy discussion at the Gryffindor table.

News about the Mantra fax machine came out.

Before nine o'clock in the evening, Owen put on a warm black cloak with silver buttons and came to the classroom on the far right side of the basement floor of the castle.

It's colder here than deeper underground. The air seems to be filled with cold lake water, and even the candlelights on both sides of the corridor glow an eerie blue.

"He will be silenced, he will definitely..." Blaise looked at that man as if he saw a real warrior.

Until the end, Owen and the other little wizards were unable to get the answer to this question. The boy was taken away by Professor Snape by his collar, and he looked pitifully trembling like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

For the next time, Owen was immersed in the wall-facing space, practicing spells and transformations, quietly waiting for the night to come.

"Just right." Ms. Gray nodded reservedly and motioned to him towards the closed classroom door.

"It's locked." Owen watched the ghosts pass directly through the wall. He took out his wand and said "Open the Alaho Cave". The door lock opened with a "click", and Owen pushed the door open. Dozens of people appeared in the classroom.

The silver-white heads looked over in unison.

"This is a gathering place for ghosts, lost little ones," the fat monk of Hufflepuff said in a lively tone.

"Good evening, Fat Friar. I think maybe we can add one more living person to the party tonight?" Owen made a "please" gesture to Ms. Gray next to him, and then followed her through the door.

(End of chapter)