A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 35 Training

The truth fax machine does not know the truth, but it can transmit the answers in other people's minds to another person.

It never lies, but the person who knows the answer may not think of the accurate answer at the first time, or the answer that person knows is wrong, so it can lie passively.

For example, Harry's special power. Dumbledore would obviously answer that it was "love", coming from his mother's sacrifice spell. But Owen's first thought was the halo of the protagonist. He had watched the plot from a God's perspective.

He, of course, knew how many deeds Harry had done to seek death, and if it hadn't been for the protagonist, he would have died long ago!

You know, the sacrifice spell can only protect Harry from being killed by Voldemort himself. At most, it can have the effect of not being found by the enemy when he is around his blood relatives. If it can protect Harry from anyone,

Then Dumbledore didn't have to plan everything so carefully, he could just take the savior and rush into the Death Eater's base camp to open the unparalleled one.

But here comes the question, why does the truth fax machine transmit the thoughts in Owen's head and not Dumbledore's? It stands to reason that Dumbledore's answer is the closest to the truth!

This is also Owen's doubt at this time.

"Is it because Dumbledore was too powerful and the fax machine gave up? Or..." Owen closed his eyes and thought, then suddenly opened them, and a ray of light flashed in his dark eyes, "Occlumency!

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"If it really represents the thoughts in other people's heads, then Occlumency is likely to be useful to it!" Owen couldn't help but tighten his quilt.

He studied Occlumency for a week and found that he has a good talent in this area, and the current practice is progressing smoothly. If he wants to be able to hide it from Dumbledore and Voldemort... he will probably need to practice for a few more years.

"I don't know how much it takes to hide from the fax machine, and there's no way to prove it." Owen narrowed his eyes and suddenly thought of the key, "Wait, can the space facing the wall block this kind of prying eyes?"

Whenever Owen enters the wall-facing space, his external body is in an unconscious state. In this case, it is like he has shut his mind into a closed space, which is similar to Occlumency.

Owen will never forget that before he called this white space wall space, its name was actually thinking space!

"Not necessarily. Everyone is the protagonist in their own life. Everyone's life is a poem that may be wonderful or long and monotonous, but unique." Owen said softly, his voice interacting with the quiet undulating lake outside the window.

In response, it's like a soft song coming from the depths of the black lake.

"You talk as if I like everyone..." Owen glanced at him.

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"In this case, during the two hours when the fax machine appears every night, I can stay in the wall space and wait for news from the ghost. In fact, I used to pass the time like this before, but I would also go out to sleep for a while."

"What have you been thinking about all day long..." Harry said speechlessly, "I'm sure I was tricked by that damn fax machine, and Draco and I are still in solitary confinement for this! If I

Who is the protagonist? The story will definitely not develop like this, right?"

Owen relaxedly laid on the bed with his hands on the back of his head and yawned loudly. Only then did he hear Harry calling him, but he was distracted and didn't hear it.

After saying a few words to the two of them, he entered the wall-facing space, where he brutally trained Occlumency.

"Well, at least he seems quite easy-going and allows us to be distracted and noisy in his class." Owen didn't even open his eyes.

Staying in the wall-facing space requires consuming mental energy. This is something Owen has finally confirmed these days. In exchange, all his states in the wall-facing space, whether positive or negative, have nothing to do with his own body.

"I said, Owen, aren't you very good at discovering the strengths of professors and getting the appreciation of each professor?" Blaise poked Owen's arm with his elbow, "Why don't you stand up in front of Professor Quirrell?"

Have you used it? Sure enough, even you can't find any shining points in him, right?"

Even if he blows up his head in the wall-facing space and turns himself into an idiot, he will just return to his body instantly. Essentially, he will not be harmed at all, and will only be more mentally tired.

After careful enough testing, Owen confirmed that any damage he suffered in the wall-facing space will not be brought to the outside world, whether it is physical or mental. As for the soul, he cannot reach that level yet, and it can affect the soul.

There are not many spells, and they are extremely profound.

"Owen? Do you know what this means?" Harry asked expectantly.

"Excellent. All I know now is that I would be a fool if I went looking for that fax machine again!" Harry casually threw his wand on the table.

If he had to train step by step, it would take several years for Irving to barely pass the test, so he chose the crudest method, tossing his brain to his heart's content in the space facing the wall.

At this time, Owen is roughly using Occlumency to stir up his memories, trying to force them to shape them into various shapes according to his own wishes. This can be very effective in accumulating experience, but the cost is that the brain is like being mixed into a ball of paste.

Stinging pain, a trance in the depths of your mind and a terrible sense of loss... If you weren't in the wall-facing space, you would definitely become an idiot if you continued like this!

It stands to reason that the learning of Occlumency needs to be gradual and is a gentle and stable process. The wizard eliminates his emotions, closes his heart, controls his thoughts, and shows a false self to the outside world. In this process

Slowly build up the brain's defense barrier against the outside world.

After writing down his gains, Owen tapped his quill tip on the notebook again and again, and then wrote:

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell was still stammering from the textbook, and the smell of garlic in the classroom became even stronger. Owen was sitting in the back row with his eyes closed, thinking about what he had encountered while learning Occlumency.

Several problems encountered.

"Come on, if I were this kind of character, you might be the first person to sacrifice to heaven." Harry said angrily, "The protagonist is a lie at first glance."

"Hey, actually I don't need to worry too much. After all, the fax machine can only give one answer to one person a year. So, even if people like Voldemort or Dumbledore find it, they will only get the answers to one or two questions at most... And

There is still a lot I know and a lot I don’t know, not to mention that some questions have no answers.”

"Harry, according to the fax machine, you may be the protagonist in some story. The child of destiny who is destined to save the world, just like King Arthur who pulled out the sword in the stone, and you will also get Merlin.

The legendary figure guides and assists, and finally reaches the pinnacle of life and so on..." Owen's tone contained a joking tone.

"Can you still find someone you hate in Hogwarts?" Daphne added with a smile, with a teasing look, "You can even talk to Filch, and you can even get close to his cat.

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"I just like to think about things from another angle." Owen's lips curled up slightly and he said in a lively tone, "I've always been good at distinguishing between friends and foes, and even better at turning enemies into friends."

In fact, even the fatigue caused by him practicing spells in the wall space will not be brought outside. When Owen felt tired after returning, it was because he stayed in the wall space for a long time.

"The question now is whether the barrier in the wall-facing space can block the detection of the fax machine... But this cannot be proven, and we can only treat it as a dead horse."

"You can't say for sure, maybe he is the protagonist of the story about the abuse of the master?" Owen shook his head in a playful manner and said in a pitiful tone, "This kind of protagonist is doomed to have a miserable life, constantly losing everything, and there is a high probability that he will be sacrificed in the end.

sky……"

Anyway, his mentality has always been very good. There are always more solutions than difficulties. Even if everything collapses and is rebuilt, it is not a big problem, and he doesn't even need to think about it.

"Come on, he just can't control us." Blaise shrugged, "Look, even you hate him, so what a failure he is."

"Wise choice." Owen closed his eyes and said sleepily.

Thinking of this, Owen's solemn expression turned lazy again. Now that he has thought of a method that has a probability of being feasible, just do it. Even if it is useless in the end, at least he is doing his best to obey fate.

After practicing to a high level, this kind of barrier can be manipulated at will, building a complex maze to protect one's thoughts and memories, and exclude all intrusions from the outside world. Even true masters can construct false emotions, memories and thoughts.

Showing it to outsiders is like an autonomous schizophrenia, but completely under your own control.

Owen was messing around in his brain for a long time, and then he opened his eyes, which were a little dazed and lifeless, and returned to his true form in an instant, refreshing his state.

Owen said lazily: "I don't know, but I think... the protagonist, maybe the protagonist in a fairy tale, novel or opera?"

Time passed slowly but surely, and in a blink of an eye, it was already the next week.

He shook his head to drive away the mental fatigue, and then wrote down new insights in his notebook.

Therefore, Occlumency can not only be used to fight Legilimency, it can completely invalidate memory magic such as the Oblivion Spell, making it impossible for the Oblivion Spell to penetrate the brain's defense barrier, or just allowing it to clear false memories.

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Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts course did not involve the learning of any spells at all. Most of the time, the students were distracted in boredom, listening to each other read the methods of expelling dark creatures from the textbook. A small part of the time, the students used

Come to tease Quirrell, and then everyone cheers up together to enjoy the way the other person is speechless when asked and still holding his neck to pretend to be stupid. This is one of the few interesting things in this class.

"I just hope that the fax machine can search and transmit the answers in other people's minds in real time, instead of collecting and storing all the information in other people's minds earlier... The probability of this should be low, otherwise this function would be too unbelievable

Already."

"Although this rough practice method has made my Occlumency level improve by leaps and bounds, it is still not enough to cope with the current predicament. Perhaps, based on the ability to copy my own characteristics in the wall-facing space, I can transfer key memories to when needed.

Where the copy is, let it reside in the wall-facing space..."

"If the wall-facing space is my thinking space, then it should be equivalent to a safe house of memory. However, the safety of this behavior is unknown and needs to be used with caution."

"The current response methods are sufficient, and there is no need to go any further."

As he wrote this, Owen stopped writing, and the bell just rang outside.

(End of chapter)