A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 77 A crazy study group

In the corridors of Hogwarts late at night, the light was extremely dim, and even all sounds seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness in the corner.

After chatting happily with the three ghost pen pals for a period of time, as the night got darker, Owen had to say goodbye to the interesting ghosts and hurried back to the dormitory with his friends.

The carnival of the ghosts is still going on. This grand party will probably last all night. After all, the ghosts will not get tired. But Owen and the others had to go back to rest because the group was caught red-handed by Professor Snape. They were caught by Deng

Snape, who had made Bledo furious, locked everyone up mercilessly. Even Owen, who had asked for leave in advance, was given an extra day of confinement for taking the lead in violating school rules.

Well, it’s really gratifying that there was no deduction of points.

On the way back to the common room, Owen was silent, thinking about his own problems. There was no doubt that his plan to kill Voldemort before Halloween had to be changed. If he could not solve his problems, he would

It's best to pray that Quirrell can continue to be alive and kicking, lest Voldemort returns to his ghostly state and possesses him.

"I can guarantee that ghosts from all over the country may be here! I saw several characters from books!"

"At least Professor Binns from the History of Magic probably didn't come to attend. I think he probably hasn't realized that he is dead yet..."

Along the way, the little wizards chatted excitedly about what they had experienced at the party. Although it was not a very pleasant experience for them, it was still a conversation piece worth showing off. Only Blaise was still not satisfied and turned around reluctantly.

looking at.

Draco was shivering from the cold, his pale face had a hint of blue, and even his lips were pale. Even Goyle was listless from the cold, desperately stuffing candies into his mouth to replenish energy.

Probably only Crabbe and Goyle, who came to join in the count, had a quiet time. The two of them hid in the corner secretly stuffing snacks into their mouths, and the whole classroom was soon filled with the smell of desserts and meat.

"You're here, let's go somewhere tonight." A lazy and hoarse voice came from under the hood. He waved his fingers lightly, and a small cloak flew into Owen's arms.

First, Neville burned half of his eyebrows when he was previewing the levitation spell. His eyes were red and he secretly wiped away tears while continuing to recite the spell. Then there was Pansy Parkinson, who was pulled into the study group by Daphne. She waved absently.

Using the magic wand, he accidentally cut a desk into more than a dozen pieces, and also cut Daphne's textbook, scaring everyone and hurried away from her.

"It is allowed in peaceful times. When Hogwarts activates a state of full alert, only the principal is qualified to do so." Voldemort said with some complacency, "This has happened only a few times in the past thousand years, and I

I was lucky enough to keep Hogwarts on full alert for many years."

"Is there anything you can't let me read... could it be a love letter?" Draco's eyes suddenly became very bright.

"Portkey?" Owen raised his eyebrows. He thought he was going to the Forbidden Forest. "Does Hogwarts allow wizards to use portkeys to enter and exit?"

During the party, Draco, who was wearing thin clothes, refused to leave. He politely refused the robe Pansy offered with a blushing face, and got directly into Goyle's cloak. The end result was that both of them were frozen half to death.

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Owen blew lightly on the ball of paper in his hand, and then opened his palms. The letter had disappeared. He said with a smile: "Why don't you think it was your hallucination?"

Voldemort was minding his own business, looking down at a silver knife encrusted with precious stones on the table. After a moment, he tapped it with his wand and said in a low voice: "Mentos."

"Ah? Mr. Dumbledore asked me to go to his office next Saturday night." Harry said anxiously. He didn't know what the principal wanted to see him for. He began to think about what he had done recently.

If something goes too far, I am afraid that I will receive a notice ordering me to drop out of school.

"Wow, a one-on-one meeting with Dumbledore? That was Dumbledore!" Blaise said exaggeratedly.

"Put it on." He said in a commanding tone.

The next few days were uneventful. The students still sighed at the inability to perform Transfiguration and were distracted in the History of Magic class. Professor Snape still had a vicious tongue and was obsessed with making things difficult for Gryffindor students, especially Neville and Pippi.

The ghost is still trying every possible way to reveal the secrets in Quirrell's head, making Quirrell run around like a rat crossing the street every day.

The little wizards were wandering around in a swarm of wasps, but in the end, Owen used the "heavy net" spell to catch all the wasps.

Draco still had a tit-for-tat confrontation with Hermione, but Hermione ignored his provocation and focused on helping Neville and arguing with Owen about study issues, which made Draco jump with anger. Harry was exhausted and stopped him

Draco was secretly causing trouble, and his whole body was stunned, but Draco, who was watched closely by Harry the whole time, seemed to have won the battle.

"Whose letter is this?" Draco leaned over curiously. Owen swiped the letter paper away from his hand, and then crumpled it into a ball with an expressionless expression.

Owen pressed his plan, and while searching for all the information that might be helpful in the Ravenclaw's secret room, he calmly waited for Halloween to approach day by day.

After dinner, Owen came to Quirrell's office and was a little surprised to see him wearing a dark cloak with a hood. The huge hood covered most of his face, only revealing his pale chin.

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The knife buzzed and trembled, emitted a faint blue light, and then returned to normal.

Owen also glanced at Harry in surprise. Why did he think that Dumbledore wanted to explain his funeral? But Harry is too young now. Will he have to bear the burden of life early?

The group of people returned to the lounge chatting and laughing, and then went back to sleep.

In the end, a group of people left the classroom in disgrace and looked at each other helplessly. Although everyone gained a lot, they were also frightened.

"Casting a spell without a curse or a wand?" Hermione stood behind him silently like a ghost, looking at this scene with burning eyes, and an unprecedented sense of urgency and crisis arose in her heart.

Owen put on his cloak in silence, thinking that Voldemort was very diligent when he came out. I really don't know how long Quirrell can hold on... Poor guy.

Members of the strongest learning group are exchanging learning problems in this classroom, and the atmosphere is "fun and harmonious".

As the sun rose slowly from the horizon, spreading its brilliant golden light across the earth, the night belonging to the ghosts passed quietly.

"Humph, you'd better be careful, my dad said Dumbledore is getting old enough to start going crazy." Draco said in a drawl, raising his chin proudly.

"Tch—" Draco went to look for Harry in disgust.

Later, Peeves came in and wandered around for a while. After he took out a lot of weird ideas from Owen, he excitedly pulled Goyle's nose and twisted it twice. Before leaving, he didn't forget to throw a bunch of bad ideas into the classroom.

Knowing where he got the hornet from, he politely helped lock the door.

"You're thinking too much..." Owen said with his fingers crossed.

"Sneeze-" He sneezed, then wiped his nose and asked: "Harry, what did Dumbledore say to you alone tonight?"

Haha, that's awesome, Owen thought animatedly.

"Maybe he likes you and wants to give you private lessons." Daphne also said yearningly.

From Owen's point of view, Draco looks like a concubine vying for favor, and all he needs to do is say, "Bitch is just hypocritical"...

Three days before Halloween, Owen sat by the window of a classroom, speechlessly looking at a newly received invitation letter from Quirrell.

"Professor, where are we going?" He looked curious.

"An interesting place." Voldemort did not answer, but just asked, "How did you practice the three spells last time?"

"It's no problem, Professor." Owen said with a smile. Well, he practiced it in the wall-facing space, so it should be no problem, probably.

Voldemort played with the wand in his hand, waited silently, and ignored him.

(End of chapter)