A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 55 The Problem of Pure Blood Theory

"Why can you fall asleep even while sitting, Owen?" Harry seemed to be thinking about an extremely serious scientific question.

"I'm just having a brainstorm." Owen gave the standard answer with a smile on his face.

"Isn't this just a dream?" Harry asked suspiciously, looking at Owen with a shocked look.

"You must not be here just to figure this out." Owen yawned, then picked up his suitcase and checked it out.

"Well..." Harry put on a serious expression again and hesitated for a while before saying, "Owen, do you think pure blood is really that important?"

He was struggling with the password for the lounge, "Pure Blood." This problem had been bothering him for a long time since the last flying lesson incident.

"You shouldn't ask me this question." Owen chuckled nonchalantly, "I come from one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families."

"But you can accept Hermione, and you have a good relationship with those so-called half-blood wizards." Harry said seriously, "I have asked many people, but I want to hear your opinion... I think you have always been very good.

Knowledgeable.”

"Should I be honored by this?" Owen raised his eyebrows, popped open the pocket watch cover in his hand, and saw that the pointer pointed to half past ten.

"But it's time for me to go out." He closed his suitcase, carefully carried Melete back to the bed, and stood up with the suitcase.

"Since I was caught last time, I have never come out in the middle of the night." Harry rubbed his hands, his eyes brightened, and his restless heart began to stir, "We were in solitary confinement at the beginning, and Filch was

I was forced to clean all the toilets on the second floor..." As he said this, he looked like he couldn't bear to look back on the past.

"Yeah, it's late at night and no one is here." Harry's figure was invisible under the influence of the Disillusionment Charm, and only his deep sigh could be heard.

"What's wrong?" he asked, turning to look at the door that was opened a crack.

Owen nodded in realization. It is said that Voldemort was able to find the entrance to the secret room hidden in the girls' bathroom when he was in school. Could it be that he was punished by cleaning the toilet because he made a mistake... Otherwise, he sneaked into the girls' bathroom and groped.

Looking for it from the West, how perverted it is.

The corridor was very quiet late at night. The two people could not see each other, and could only hear the sound of slightly hasty footsteps.

"That's really good." Owen glanced at him. Maybe the savior's luck can counteract his own bad luck? No, it might be that the savior's trouble-making physique combined with his own unlucky egg physique, resulting in unfavorable consequences.

Owen thought for a while and said lazily: "In fact, pure-bloods do not discriminate against mixed-race wizards, they just exclude Muggle-born wizards. If you insist on saying so, there are no real pure-bloods in the magical world. Any one

In fact, the family has a history of intermarriage with Muggles in the past, and those families that were obsessed with pursuing blood purity have long since died out."

"Shh-" Harry inserted his wand into the crack of the door and slowly opened the door. He couldn't help but swallow, and couldn't help but think of the horrors of Hogwarts that Draco had told.

Weird stories.

After finally climbing up to the first floor, Owen walked straight towards the auditorium. While passing by a certain room, he heard Harry's footsteps stop.

He cautiously approached the room, and the carved wooden door was opened a thin crack. The door was dark inside, as if something terrifying and dark was hidden, and he couldn't help but tighten his wand.

When I think about it, I seem to have discovered the truth!

"Owen?" Harry's voice woke Owen up from his trance, and he asked stubbornly, "Let's go back to the previous topic. What do you think about pure blood theory?"

"Then why are there so many people pursuing pure blood theory?" Harry's tone was extremely surprised.

Sensing that Harry was silent, he said with a smile: "Only profit is eternal. When you stand high enough, even if you point at my cat and say she is a dog, people will happily cater to you."

"Then come on," he said casually, while in his mind he was thinking about letting Harry discover the Sorcerer's Stone earlier, and then send Voldemort back to his hometown as soon as possible.

"Tsk, tsk." Owen curled his lips with some regret and twirled his wand casually. It seems that the savior is difficult to mislead. He is truly a pure Gryffindor. Even if he can read, he is still a reckless man.

Voldemort is like a huge prehistoric trap to Owen now. It only took such a short time to trap his patronus. Who knows what will happen if time goes by. Owen has no intention of teasing him with him.

Harry said "Ah" in confusion, sounding like a pure retard. The point of view Owen said was a bit out of scope for him. He only noticed what Owen said, "Only interests are eternal."

He shook his head like a rattle and retorted: "There are more important things in this world than profits!"

"First, it's because of dissatisfaction. It's obvious that wizards have magical powers, but they are restricted within the small magical world by the "Wizards' Statute of Secrecy". Resentment against Muggles has become the soil for pure-blood theory to take root, and it has also

As a result, two generations of Dark Lords were born." Owen said in an unhurried tone, as if he was recounting a long-standing story.

Owen smiled nonchalantly, then strode out of the dormitory, walked around to the exit of the common room, and went out through the open stone door.

"I'll go with you." Harry said without hesitation, "You want to find that fax machine, right? I can help you find it... Although I don't understand what problem you are struggling with, I think that fax machine is

What a scam!”

Owen said softly, his clear and soft voice echoing faintly in the dim corridor, like the whisper of the breeze.

"Including the girls' bathroom?" Owen said sideways, waving his wand and chanting the Disillusionment Charm on the two of them.

"The second is that we can't let go of the glory of the past. The current situation is that the long-standing pure-blood families are increasingly declining. There are fewer and fewer families that still maintain their superior status and wealth, and more families are getting mixed up.

miserable."

"Huh?" Owen strode over, not hiding his voice, which scared Harry so much that he almost jumped.

"This is my judgment based on my own reason and vision." Owen wiped his lips and suddenly smiled playfully, "But in many cases, I don't mind becoming a supporter of pure blood theory. As long as it is beneficial to me,

My bottom line is very flexible."

"Under such circumstances, some began to think about changes and put aside their prejudices to find a way out. Some were immersed in the dreams of the past and used the concept of pure blood to maintain their sense of superiority, just like Muggles who have lost their

Just like the princes and nobles who seize power through life and death, they can only use 'born noble' to numb themselves, which I have to say is a kind of sadness."

Harry grinned in a good mood and said in a much cheerful tone: "So, you don't support the theory of pure blood."

"I don't know, there seems to be something in the room." Harry whispered nervously. When he passed by just now, he felt his eyes were dazzled by something in the room, but when he looked carefully, he found nothing.

The door gradually opened, and the room looked brighter. The cold silver moonlight fell on the small room, illuminating a huge thing covered with white curtains. The wind blew from the windows that were not closed, causing the curtains and curtains to follow.

It dances gently.

"What?" Owen came over and looked at the object covered by the curtain. The height reaching the ceiling and the regular rectangular shape made him have the urge to roll his eyes.

Why does this thing look so much like a mirror?

His eyes passed over the miscellaneous objects in the room, suspecting that Dumbledore was squatting in that corner and would jump out of a cabinet the next moment.

Forget about fishing, is it really okay to do it so obviously?

(End of chapter)