A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 34 Mantra Fax Machine

"It's unbelievable. How did you do it to make almost all the professors fall in love with you? Huh?" Blaise poked the button in front of him with his wand, turning it into a crooked oval-shaped unknown object.

He looked at the result of his transformation, "tsk" with dissatisfaction, and turned to chat quietly with Owen.

"Geniuses are always favored." Owen looked at him with a smile, showing an expression of "I can't help it." "Study, politeness and humility are the qualities that professors love."

"Your previous sentence is not humble at all." Blaise muttered, "I dare say that Professor Binns of the History of Magic is not so friendly to other geniuses except you. In fact, he treats everyone as

It doesn’t exist, but it will give you extra points!”

"Professor Binns only likes students who can really provide interesting insights into what he is talking about." Owen said funnyly. In fact, aside from the hypnotic teaching style of the ghost professor, the knowledge he taught was really real in Owen's opinion.

Quite interesting.

"Forget it, we have spent all our energy just trying to stay awake in the History of Magic class." Blaise spread his hands.

Daphne had just turned her button into a somewhat crude badge. After hearing this, she agreed in a low voice: "I agree with your view."

In the seat in front, Harry also successfully transformed his button, then turned his head and asked softly: "Owen, do you think there is any other spell that can help us avoid Percy Weasley and those guys?

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Recently, the Gryffindor prefects were keeping a close eye on them every night, and it was not easy for Harry to sneak out of the common room at night, so the frequency of his night walks had also been reduced a lot.

These days, the relationship between Harry and Draco has gradually eased a lot. Although they still have some differences in views and no one can convince the other, fortunately they have learned to take a step back. Draco no longer speaks ill of Hagrid.

, Harry didn't talk about Hagrid in front of him... Anyway, just live like this.

"Right, Owen?" She winked at Owen and smiled slyly.

"There's nothing that can't be said. I'm asking it...what kind of special power do I have?" Harry said weakly.

Fortunately, the prefects would never dare to arrest people at the exit of the common room of the other college or on the only way out, otherwise there would definitely be a dozen senior students who came out with their faces covered that night, knocked them unconscious and stuffed them into the toilet.

Here. For students, they can tolerate playing cat and mouse games with their prefects in the castle, but if the other party dares to directly block people at the door? This is a provocation! It is an infringement of freedom! Moreover, they want us to

Are you soft on other colleges? Don’t be cowardly, just do it!

Perhaps because he really believed Professor Snape's lies about his high hopes for him, Harry put a lot of effort into Potions, so much so that his performance in Potions class was particularly outstanding. Even though Snape almost used his eagle every time.

With his hooked nose pressed against the back of Harry's head, it was hard to find anything wrong with him. In the end, he could only throw out some potions secrets to attack the opponent, and then make himself furious and turn to tossing Harry.

Llanffindor students...

Owen asked in a faint tone: "So, you have found the fax machine?" Is this the protagonist's halo?

"Yes." Harry's tone became more depressed, "In an underground classroom. We were caught just after we asked the questions..."

Bang——

She walked over quickly, and when she was close to the iron piece, she suddenly stretched out her right foot and hooked Blaise's ankle, causing him to stagger and slap his face against the wall.

"Don't say it, he is just doing his duty." Harry replied in a weak tone, "I really can't believe that that fax machine is just playing tricks on me..."

"Actually, I want to ask it more about why I was sorted into Slytherin. I want to find out the person behind it." Harry paused and said.

"It seems as if the Disillusionment Curse and the Invisibility Cloak are both common..." Harry sighed helplessly. He had been thinking about the Disillusionment Curse for a long time recently, but he had no clue. As for the Invisibility Cloak, although he had

Lingge has a lot of money, but the invisibility cloak itself is a very rare thing.

After Owen packed his things and climbed into bed, it took a long time before Harry and Draco rushed back together.

Harry and Draco hid far away when they saw this. They were very wary of the strange things that Blaise brought out. Crabbe and Goyle watched curiously, and after finding out that they were not food, they became interested.

Quiquely followed Draco.

"In other words, an invisibility cloak will do." He added.

"Since you said that, I have to erase it quickly." Blaise shrugged, "Do you want to go outside the castle?"

A huge red fist connected to a spring frame bounced out of the iron piece and punched Blaise in the face, causing him to fly out like a ball and finally stick to the opposite wall.

"You actually ask such a question?" Owen was surprised.

Late at night, Owen returned to the dormitory with a sleepy expression. Apparently it was another fruitless night.

"Well..." Harry's tone sounded like he was moaning, "But, that's just a prank!"

"Can I say it?" Owen's eyes sparkled in the darkness.

"However, Draco told me to find out what kind of power I have that allowed me to defeat Voldemort. He said that they are essentially the same problem. It must be the talent that Slytherin values... Even if it is not,

I can also investigate the branch issue, or he can ask it for me next time..."

As everyone knows, Owen is also envious in his heart at this time. This guy's talent in charms is really outstanding. If Owen's rapid progress in learning charms relies on solid theoretical knowledge, Harry is really a magician.

An extremely outstanding genius, he is especially gifted in duel magic. In addition, Harry is best at... Potions.

"Damn Percy Weasley! You ungrateful guy, one day I will turn him into a pig and hang him on the gate of Hogwarts!" Draco's furious voice came from a long distance.

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"Before that, maybe I can try the Psychedelic Charm." Harry murmured, and couldn't help but sigh that Owen was a real genius, and he could even learn the Disguise Charm so quickly. He recently borrowed the book from Owen

The Encyclopedia of Magic Spells, I learned a lot of spells from it.

"Maybe." Owen also blinked at her. He really felt that Blaise would definitely get along with the Weasley twins, if he was willing to let go of his arrogance towards strangers...

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As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Professor McGonagall assigned a lot of homework, and then the little wizards were allowed to leave the classroom.

"If you can learn the Disguise Charm, they will definitely not be able to find you." Owen joked. He had studied the Disguise Charm, a complex and difficult spell, for a long time before the start of school, and he had just started to learn it recently. Although there are no flaws,

It's small, but if you want to hide it from the little wizards who haven't graduated, it's no problem.

"Daphne, do you want to come over and give it a try?" Blaise rolled his eyes and looked at the girl who was chatting with Pansy.

Gryffindor: Destroy it, I'm tired.

Theodore was the only one in the dormitory, and he had fallen into a deep sleep, snoring slightly.

"Me?" Daphne raised her head and looked at him with her clear and beautiful blue eyes, with a bright smile on her lips, "Okay."

"Would you like to see the new thing I got?" Blaise excitedly took out a rectangular object like an iron piece from his schoolbag and pasted it on the wall. The shape of the iron piece instantly became exactly the same as the wallpaper.

It's like blending into the wall.

"Did you get your answer?"

"Okay, I just need to send some letters." Owen said.

Blaise slowly slid down from the wall, his whole face covered with a big red fist-shaped pattern. He laughed loudly and got up from the ground, ran over happily and took off the iron piece that had been restored to its original shape.

"What did you ask?" Owen asked curiously, "If you can tell..."

Following the lessons learned by the prefects of several different houses, represented by Percy Weasley, the four houses began to maintain such a tacit understanding. It was also because of this that students who wandered out at night were not banned, but each showed their abilities.

Fighting wits and courage with the superiors, staged a late-night "battle royale".

"I happen to be curious too," Harry said.

"I can write to my father, and he will definitely find one for me." Draco said proudly as he heard the whispers between the two.

"Uh..." Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, and finally squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "The halo of the protagonist who is immortal?"

"Fully automatic face-slapping machine, the gloves are also coated with super ink, which requires a strong detergent to wash off, otherwise you will have to wait for seven days for it to fade on its own..." Blaise faced the funny red fist marks on his face,

He carelessly spoiled his charming face and introduced in an excited tone: "It's interesting! It's a pity that Daphne couldn't enjoy the fun of it."

"I've told you before, that kind of thing is totally unreliable!" Draco was still angry, but his tone became proud. Then he hurried to the bathroom.

"Brace!" Daphne kicked him and glared at him after being dodged by the opponent. Instead, she was amused by the pattern on the opponent's face, "Then just go through with this punch mark. What I mean is

, you look much more pleasing to the eye now than before."

Owen's eyes froze. Where was the promised "love"?

This is by no means a real answer, but more like... something that Owen himself would think of immediately!

"Isn't the purpose of the fax machine not to give the correct answer to a question, but to give the answer that is in the mind of someone who knows the answer?"

"Truth fax machine...I know, it's not the truth, but the truth! It tells the truth from the mouth of those who know it!" Owen hissed lightly, "It can't answer some questions because no one knows!

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"What a tragedy..." The key problem is that Owen knows too much!

(End of chapter)