A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 45 Progress

The arrival of Melete made Owen's life a lot more colorful. Her soft body with the scent of milk always makes people feel happy and forget all the pressure.

Owen likes to hug her and curl up in the armchair in front of the fireplace, with the same lazy expressions on their faces, enjoying the warm leisure time together. From time to time, Owen picks up the tea cup and takes a sip of the finest Ceylon black tea.

Melete took a sip of milk with added nutrients.

Of course, Owen is not just being lazy. Most of his thoughts are still in the wall space. After all, he is now a reserve follower of the Dark Lord.

In the bright white space, Owen sat in front of his desk, holding a wand in one hand. A quill on the table was rapidly writing lines of words in a notebook.

"Well, if we just guide Harry to follow the original trajectory, it may still be feasible... But currently there is a fax machine causing trouble, and there is also the butterfly effect I brought. The original method is very unexpected and requires a lot of luck.

I’m afraid it’s not safe.”

"Since Harry can be a Slytherin, why should he be so reckless? If he has any questions, he can go to the professor, and he can definitely send Voldemort back to his hometown easily, but I need to remove myself." Owen thought for a while,

"It's not difficult. Dumbledore and the others can explain it as being under the Imperius Curse, but they must be careful not to let Voldemort target me..."

"But, I always feel that things won't go so smoothly. Forget it, it's just a matter of adapting to circumstances."

Irving is very good at adapting to circumstances, but as a magician who always prepares everything in advance, he doesn't like to let things develop to the point where he needs to adapt to circumstances, because that means surprises. He is used to writing scripts in advance and controlling every scene.

Perform, control the psychological changes of the audience, and complete a wonderful and perfect performance.

Owen licked his lips, sometimes narrowing his eyes dangerously, sometimes turning around playfully, and the plan in the notebook gradually took shape through revisions.

"That's it for now."

He stood up and began to practice the spell seriously.

It wasn't until he felt a little tired that he took out a copy of "The Forgetting Curse: 28 Techniques You Don't Know" from the bookshelf at hand, opened the page with the bookmark, and sat at the desk to read it carefully.

The rabbit Muse, who is currently alive, jumped to Owen's hand and began to hold his fingers and chew them. His red eyes still looked very unintelligent.

The rabbit paused again, shut up, tilted his head, saw the snack, opened his mouth...

A lot of the herbs promised to Quirrell had been delivered before, because some of the rarely used herbs were out of stock in the store, and it would take a certain amount of time to collect them. Owen just waited with peace of mind to wait for them all to be collected before sending them over. He didn't like to go there.

That messy office that smells like garlic.

"Although I have supplemented my theoretical knowledge, it still requires a lot of practice." Owen rubbed his forehead and practiced over and over again.

After splitting his memory last time, although the feeling of splitting his mind was very uncomfortable, this experience gave Owen a great inspiration, allowing him to make rapid breakthroughs in the forgetting spell and Occlumency.

The rabbit paused just as he was about to take the snack into his mouth. He closed his mouth blankly and tilted his head. After seeing the snack in front of him, he opened his mouth anxiously.

By noon on Thursday, most of the first-grade wizards were in a commotion. Because they were going to have flying lessons this afternoon, who didn’t want to fly in the sky on a broomstick?

When class was about to start, Draco Malfoy showed off loudly: "I have a Comet 260 at home, and my father never forgets to buy me a Nimbus 2000. I like to ride a broomstick and fly side by side with the eagle."

, you can still reach out and touch its wings..."

Mrs. Norris' attitude towards Owen has also become much better. Sometimes when she sees him scattering playing cards or colored paper all over the floor in the corridor, she will turn a blind eye as long as Owen cleans it up.

, reluctantly not to cause trouble for him. Mr. Filch seemed to have acquiesced in Owen's closeness to his precious cat, but occasionally stared at Owen's back with his protruding eyes, as if he was afraid that he would hurt him.

It's like a cat poisoning me.

"We have made great progress, we can't force it." Irving's mentality is very stable, and his progress is enough to shock everyone's jaws.

Time came to Thursday leisurely like this. The fax machine was not discovered by Owen's people in the past few days, and Quirrell did not bother him. Owen took classes leisurely and raised cats. Melete ate well and slept soundly.

The light brown hair on her body became smoother and brighter, with a silky sheen.

Owen stuffed her with some rabbit snacks copied from outside, then raised his wand and pointed it at the muse: "Forget it all!"

In addition to feeding Melet, Owen also used harmless salty agents to pickle a lot of small dried fish that Melet disliked. Usually when he saw Mrs. Norris in the corridor, Owen would stop and feed her

It's better. After his persistent feeding, Mrs. Norris's thin body has a little more meat, and her dull hair is also a lot brighter.

This is also the result he deserves. After all, which wizard in reality dares to treat his own thinking and memory so roughly? Anyone who dares to do this is either stupid or crazy. Even if he succeeds by luck, he will probably have lifelong sequelae.

Seeing the muse repeating the previous actions again and again as if in replay, Owen nodded with satisfaction and put away his wand.

The isolation of memories was a valuable Occlumency experience for Owen. He began to understand how to seal his memories and thoughts within solid barriers. Of course, this was not enough. He was in a situation where he could only isolate himself from prying eyes but could not

In the stage of disguising false memories and thoughts, the legilimens can instantly confirm that he is using Occlumency.

"Armor protection!" An imperceptible wave passed by him, and finally disappeared without a trace. This attempt failed like many before.

Regarding the division of memory, Owen truly realized the existence of something like "memory", which allowed him to directly learn the Forgetting Curse after understanding the relevant theoretical knowledge. Although now he can only make people forget,

You can't change other people's memories, but this is already a breakthrough from zero to one.

"Everything is forgotten!"

"Everything is forgotten!"

"I don't know, Hermione said flying on a broomstick is not an easy thing." Harry was infected by Hermione's nagging in the library, and he was absentmindedly flipping through a book Hermione forced on him.

"The Amazing Quidditch", but I couldn't read a word of it.

"Granger?" Draco turned his head and glanced at him, his expression a mixture of rejection and disgust, as well as a hint of confusion, "Why are you hanging out with her? She is..."

Daphne's voice interrupted him: "We should go there, don't be late."

Draco closed his mouth in dissatisfaction, his gray eyes darting around, wondering what bad idea he was thinking.

(End of chapter)