A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 5 Wall Space

As his consciousness sank into his thinking space, Owen pinched his arm, but the touch and pain were both very real.

As soon as he had an idea, he saw himself outside from his thinking space.

This feeling is very strange, as if you are looking down from an inexplicable height. You can clearly see your expression as if you are looking down in deep thought, as well as the people and things near you.

"What's the use of this?" Owen took out the wand and played with it in his hand. The dark wand was straight and beautiful, and it was very comfortable to hold in his hand.

Walnut, phoenix tail feather core, twelve and a half inches long.

According to Ollivander, the wand chooses the wizard. This wand is rare and picky, and will help the wizard it chooses overcome obstacles.

Of course, in Owen's opinion, it may be true that this wand is rare. After all, the phoenix tail feather core is indeed relatively rare. But being picky... Ollivander said that he chose this wand less than a week after it was made.

Owen, maybe he is very discerning...

Owen habitually turned the wand in his hand a few times quickly, then pointed at a dinner plate outside and said: "Yingardim, Leviosa!"

It’s no joke to say that I have completed the theoretical knowledge of the first five years, but I only started practicing magic spells not long ago after I got my own wand. If you have ever secretly practiced magic spells as a child, you almost ended up practicing magic spells.

With your own experience of blowing up, I believe you will be as cautious when it comes to practicing magic spells.

Owen's levitating spell was successfully cast, but the dinner plate outside showed no response.

Then he looked at Harry outside and tried to copy him in. A line of himself suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wall-facing space and wall-facing moments complement each other.

Unconsciously, the desserts on the table disappeared. Dumbledore stood up again, and the auditorium returned to silence.

The thinking space may still have functions that he has not been able to explore, but the abilities it has shown so far have been of great use. Owen nodded with satisfaction, knowing that he had not been the broom star for so many years in vain.

"Things outside can be copied into the thinking space. In this case..."

However, the copied rabbit stood blankly at Owen's feet, its red eyes unblinking, like a vivid rabbit doll, and it remained motionless even if Owen raised his foot to kick it.

"Not only can you copy one." Owen nodded, thinking about making them disappear, and these dinner plates dissipated into white mist one by one. "This function can be used to practice potions and save materials greatly... But for me

It doesn’t mean much.”

Dumbledore emphasized some precautions, such as not entering the Forbidden Forest, not casting magic in the corridors between classes, and of course, not entering the corridor on the right on the fourth floor.

With thinking as the bone and knowledge as the flesh, in the romance called loneliness, sparks of wonderful inspiration are created as the vein, and finally born into an elegant magic poem in the palm of your hand... This is Owen's unique moment of facing the wall.

Owen picked up a piece of apple pie and looked at it for a moment, then took a bite. The soft texture and sweet and sour apple sauce taste were very real.

"Casting magic spells here cannot affect the outside world, so this is just a space where you can practice magic spells?" Owen thought while holding his chin, staring at the dinner plate outside, and his thoughts moved slightly.

However, how powerful is the upgraded version of the broom star physique... To be honest, he has an ominous premonition.

"It seems that I can only stay in one body at the same time, unless I can multi-task." Owen looked at his palm, then copied a table knife and made a bloody cut in his left palm. It felt painful.

Incomparably real, the red blood slowly flowed out, and blossoms of blood plum blossoms bloomed on the white ground.

He likes to shut himself in his workroom and let his thoughts collide with sparks of inspiration in solitude and silence. This state of forgetting about food and sleep often lasts from a few hours to a few days. He loves this feeling of concentration and devotion.

, and affectionately call this state "the wall moment".

[It is detected that the target has magic power, and connection points need to be consumed...Insufficient connection points, copying failed.]

"Whatever, I don't plan to participate in Harry Potter's growth game anyway." If he had that time, he might as well delve into the combination of magic and magic.

Threads of white mist gathered together and turned into an identical dinner plate that appeared in front of Owen, with several apple pancakes placed on it. But the dinner plate outside did not disappear.

Owen looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully, not missing the mischievous look that flashed in his eyes under the half-moon glasses. This is indeed a fishing comment, but you are so sure that Harry will still seek death.

? He is a Slytherin now.

Owen stared at himself in front of him, his mind seemed to be passing through a strange tunnel quickly, and then he found that his consciousness had switched to the opposite side. Looking up, he had just held the wand in his hand, as if he had lost it.

soul.

Owen looked at his real self in reality. There was no wound on his hand. He stared at the scar on his hand and imagined letting it heal. The wound squirmed and completely healed under the white mist.

If Owen hadn't confirmed that the rabbit could bleed and breathe, he would have thought it was a fake rabbit.

"The most important thing is..." Owen curled his lips eagerly, "The injuries sustained in the space will not affect the outside world. In other words, I can study those dangerous taboo magics inside at will without worrying about hurting myself.

.Even, I can make more copies of my own body and use it as...an experimental subject."

"Thinking space sounds too ugly, why not just call it 'wall space'." Owen changed the name of the space.

As a magic master in his previous life, Owen never lacked the energy to study. While he tirelessly absorbed new magic theories and interesting ideas, he also kept pace with the times and actively created new magic.

If he wants to study potions, there is no shortage of materials to practice. Who makes Shafiq's family so wealthy that they still run a large part of the potions business?

"Wait a minute, what if it's me?" Owen mentally imagined copying himself, and more white mist gathered, eventually becoming another self. But the self in front of him had dull eyes, and he didn't look very smart.

As soon as Owen thought, the white mist surged, and another dinner plate with apple pie appeared aside, followed by a third, then a fourth... In the blink of an eye, densely packed dinner plates were placed at his feet,

Each one is exactly the same.

Throwing the copied rabbit into the space, Owen returned to reality. He glanced at the time and nodded slightly: "It seems that the speed of time passing in the space is consistent with the outside world. Its function is to practice spells and potions. It is a place that can

Great place to train anytime, anywhere. No need to go to the Room of Requirement.”

Owen touched his chin and muttered to himself: "Do connection points still have such a function?" His eyes turned slightly, and a palm-sized white rabbit appeared at his feet, which he had always kept in his pocket.

The muse in.

Well, Harry was sorted into Slytherin entirely because of the fragments of Voldemort's soul in his body. At his core, he was still a purebred lion.

In the following time, all the teachers and students sang the school song together. Owen sang the song to the tune of Ode to Joy with great interest. There was no need to worry about singing out of tune in such a messy singing, because everyone was the same anyway.

However, Professor Snape, with your gloomy expression, don't you really want to recite the Death Curse to Dumbledore? Just open your mouth if you don't want to miss you.

Seemingly hearing Owen's complaints, Snape glanced in his direction...well, not at him.

The song ended in a blink of an eye, and all the students stood up and walked towards their dormitories amidst the noise of people.

(End of chapter)