A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 85 Halloween

In the space facing the wall, white mist spreads faintly around, covering the rows of bookshelves, making it quiet and peaceful.

Owen's meditating figure suddenly moved. He waved the wand in his hand. Ominous black mist spread in the pure white space, and a pitch-black shadow emerged from it, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply.

Stretching out his hand towards his black devil guard, Owen looked at the icy black mist and the fluttering hem of his cloak flowing nimbly around the palms and backs of his hands, with a rich smile on his lips.

The cloak flew over and draped over him flexibly, and he carefully straightened the crooked top hat, shrouding Owen's whole body in a thick black mist, making it impossible to see his face anymore.

The omnipresent coldness and malice enveloped him, but his brain, which had been in an inexplicable state of excitement, gradually calmed down. He wrapped his cloak tighter and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

He closed his eyes and rested his mind until sleep came over him and he yawned. He did not forget to say good night to the rabbit muse who shrank into the corner again, and then went back to sleep.

Melete, who was curled up on the bed, looked down at him arrogantly with a disgusted face the whole time. A pair of golden cat eyes shone slightly in the night, like two clear glass balls. Owen poured her a bowl of milk and picked her up.

Little Kitty Li Zi stroked her head up and down, then let go of the frustrated little guy, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he was woken up by Melete's little paws. Looking at the reddish plum prints on his cheeks in the mirror, Owen rubbed his face and glanced with a smile.

A vengeful little guy.

He pulled out a piece of letter paper from the drawer, dipped his quill in ink, and wrote a brief letter to his father.

"...I'm pretty well in Hogwarts, but I've been having a little trouble recently, maybe it's the troubles of youth...I remember that there should be a large space in the house for the Seamless Stretch Curse box, instead of putting it in

It has been gathering dust at home for more than ten years, so you might as well send it to me to use for a while. I found something interesting here. If you do it well, I will bring you a super birthday gift at the end of the school year.

…”

The corridor leading to the common room was blocked by a huge blue-purple figure. A very ferocious-looking bird face was opening its beak and making a sharp chirping sound at everyone. The creature in front of him had the body of a snake and the body of a bird.

It has a head, huge wings folded on both sides of the body, and two legs under the body.

"I really met Merlin. How many magical animals were in the tent that was snatched from the black market? He didn't release them all, right?" He looked at the ferocious appearance of the birds and snakes. The magical animals in front of him were obviously taken by the little wizards.

Startled, he entered a state of instinctive defense and counterattack, rolling his body and rushing towards the little wizards.

Owen was discussing the issue of transfiguration with Daphne. He slowly recited an iron armor spell above their heads, then looked at the chaotic scene around them with gloating, and leisurely sighed: "It's so full of energy."

"Tell me, who is that person?" Blaise strangled his neck from behind, and Daphne and Harry also cast curious glances.

"Oh, that's really uncreative." Owen swallowed the last piece of steak in his mouth, drank his pumpkin juice slowly, and saw Dumbledore releasing purple fireworks with his wand to calm the panicked little wizards.

Blaise got a swarm of live bats from nowhere. He waved his wand in the common room, trying to make them bigger, but the spell failed. The bats chewed through the bags they were imprisoned in, and ran rampant in the common room.

And he kept vomiting green mucus, causing many people to suffer.

"Thank you." She pushed her chestnut curly hair behind her ears, a smile appeared on her beautiful face, and then she looked at the few little wizards floating on the ceiling with a headache.

Owen directed them to chirp and fly in front of the bird snake, and then said to Harry, Blaise and the others: "Use the Silent Curse to stop those little guys from screaming. It will only anger the bird snake!" Actually!

Bird snakes have little desire to attack humans - as long as people don't get close to it or scream to annoy it.

"...I don't know, Mr. Dumbledore just chatted with me for a long time about my parents..." Harry whispered what he saw when he went to the principal's office yesterday, "Also, he told me that every week in the future

I went to his office once every six nights and said he wanted to give me private lessons."

Its eyes followed the movements of the birds, then the snake's neck receded and it suddenly pounced towards them.

"No! Help!"

"Don't worry, I won't be jealous of you, because I also have someone to ask for advice." Owen took a sip of pumpkin juice and said in a joking tone. Although the professor was obsessed with black magic and had ill intentions towards him, his level was not bad.

.

"Maybe it's a fire dragon! You see, Professor Quirrell is so frightened that he faints."

"The prefects are taking the students from each house back to the common room." Dumbledore glanced at Quirrell who fell to the ground and said calmly. Then he hurriedly left the auditorium, followed by the teachers.

The twins each grabbed Quirrell's big scarf with one hand, nodded to each other with firm faces, and then pulled it up together.

Owen saw the Weasley twins taking advantage of the chaos to sneak up to Quirrell. After looking at each other, the twins had evil smiles on their faces and grabbed the big purple scarf on the back of Quirrell's head.

"Flying around." Owen pointed his wand at Goyle and Crabbe, who was floating on the ceiling. A series of candies, cookies, and desserts swirled out of their pockets, and then transformed into shapes under Owen's transformation.

There were bright yellow birds.

It's a small purple scarf.

Before Harry could say anything, the door to the auditorium was suddenly knocked open, and Quirrell rushed in with a look of horror on his face, gasping and shouting: "There's... there's a monster! In the underground classroom..."

At this time, Percy Weasley squeezed over, put his hands on his hips and screamed like a girl: "Fred, George, what are you doing? Do you want to be expelled? Come back to the lounge with me!"

"Quick...run!" Draco, who was walking at the back, had a hint of crying in his voice, shivering back, not forgetting to grab Harry and Owen's robes, pulling them away.

Staggering after being dragged, Blaise took out his wand and looked around, then kicked open a door next to him, allowing Daphne to help Pansy hide in.

Harry and Blaise looked solemn and chanted spells to the little wizards who yelled the loudest. Daphne also came out of the room and helped with a calm face. They heard Draco's increasingly shrill shouts.

, Harry coughed lightly, waved his hand and flew over with a silent curse. Draco became quiet, but his expression was sad and angry, as if he had been shamefully betrayed.

"Owen, here!" Prefect Gemma turned out a big jar in disgrace and shouted to Owen in a low voice.

"I seemed to feel a 'click', like something crunchy was broken." Fred smacked his lips.

"You don't seem to feel anything inside?" George felt the feeling on his feet just now.

"Isn't there something wrong?" George mouthed.

The twins looked at each other helplessly, and were dragged out one by one by Percy. Before leaving, they secretly stepped on the back of Quirrell's head, leaving a few dusty spots on the scarf.

footprint.

The prefects were shouting loudly, the little wizards were huddled in a mess, and the auditorium was crowded with people talking and complaining.

In the peaceful daily life of campus, time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye it was Halloween Eve.

"Ah, maybe, I received an invitation from a mysterious person, and we went on an exciting adventure together." Owen raised the corners of his mouth and responded lazily. He raised his hand to press Draco's golden retriever

, pushing the opponent's head back as he got closer and closer.

"Owen, you almost stayed up last night...did you really receive a love letter?" Draco leaned his head over with a gossipy look on his face, squinting at the less obvious dark circles under Owen's eyes and the surrounding little ones.

The wizards turned their heads and looked over, their expressions astonished.

The Weasley twins looked at this scene with dull eyes, then their eyes became fierce and they stretched out their claws again.

"Birds and snakes, 4X level magical animals." Owen narrowed his eyes and said, is this the monster released by Quirrell? Or, one of the monsters?

After saying that, he fell to the ground without saying a word, and his cheek came into close contact with the ground with a "snap" sound. He fell solidly, and he was a cruel person.

"That's because he is timid. I suspect he would faint nervously when he saw a caterpillar..."

The girls with slime on their heads screamed and ran back to the dormitory, but the red-eyed bats also flew in behind them. The boys hurriedly caught bats everywhere and secretly fed the culprit Blaise.

Two punches.

"Wow, you are going to be Dumbledore's successor, Harry." Owen sighed, looking at Dumbledore from a distance with a smile in his eyes, "Maybe he wants to train you to be his successor.

"

Owen sat among the young wizards talking and laughing, listening to the childish complaints and youthful commotion that occasionally reached his ears. He had just done enough things last night to stay in Azkaban for a lifetime, and he felt a sense of excitement for a moment.

It feels like a world away.

"I want to go home...wuwu..."

Owen looked at the seats at the teachers' bench. Several seats were empty. Not all teachers were willing to come to the banquet. Principal Dumbledore was enjoying a plate of cream pudding, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were in a harmonious atmosphere.

They chatted for a while, but Snape, Quirrell and Hagrid were not around.

When the screams of the crowd subsided one after another, Bird Snake's mood was obviously much better, but he still coiled his body alertly and firmly blocked the passage ahead. Owen directed the birds to fly in front of Bird Snake,

The clear chirping of birds attracted the attention of Bird Snake, like a hungry person seeing delicious food.

"It seems that I also invested in their trick products? Shouldn't I lose everything?" He thought wildly.

"Wait, oh, let me think about it, I need a teapot..." Gemma hurriedly pulled the frightened student back, while muttering the contents of the textbook in a trembling tone. This magical animal, as an adult

It is difficult to subdue a wizard, even if the book clearly tells people how to deal with it.

During these days, although Peeves had been trying to uncover the secret on the back of Quirrell's head, Quirrell guarded it tightly. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he never succeeded.

"Owen, what can you do?" Harry pinned Draco down in a utility room and hurriedly rescued the frightened little wizard.

"Careful!" Harry suddenly shouted, and the wand in his hand shot a red light at the top of Draco's head. A small bright blue flying insect was hit and swayed in the air for a while, and then flapped the little ones on both sides of the head.

The wings moved very quickly to Crabbe's side, and the sting under his body pricked the opponent's butt hard.

Some of the junior wizards were so frightened that they cried and their legs became weak. Prefect Gemma led several senior students to cast spells on the bird and snake, but it had little effect and only made it more angry.

Peeves was not in a hurry, but became more and more enthusiastic, but Fred and George were anxious. Because the two had a bet on what was hidden in Quirrell's scarf, and many young wizards actively participated.

As long as the mystery is revealed, they can earn at least five gold galleons.

"Guess." Owen said with a wicked smile.

"Well, there's really no way to be lazy." Owen recited a few armor spells to the people around him to prevent them from being stung by Billywig bugs. This insect from Australia is not very common, but it is very useful.

The risk is not great.

"Ouch!" Crabbe screamed and jumped up, and then everyone watched him rise higher and higher, floating on the ceiling like a balloon and unable to come down. His face was pressed against the ceiling, and his hands and feet danced chaotically like water.

As he stood, he let out meaningless shouts.

But as time passed and Quirrell's secret was not revealed, the enthusiasm of the young wizards gradually faded, and their bets were about to go bad. Seeing that the small amount of money they were about to get was about to slip away from their hands, the two began to fight against each other.

While Pigui hated the fact that iron could not become steel, he finally couldn't help but attack Quirrell.

"No way, don't talk nonsense..." Harry waved his hands hurriedly and his face turned redder. He was actually confused. After all, in terms of learning ability, Owen and Hermione were much better than him.

Owen waved his wand, and the birds lined up very quickly and got into the jar in Gemma's hand. The birds and snakes also followed the turn flexibly, and their bodies suddenly shrank in front of the narrow mouth of the jar, and finally got into it completely.

In a small jar.

The little wizards of Slytherin, led by their prefect Gemma Farley, walked towards the dungeon, as if they were back on the first day of school. Along the way, the little wizards were anxious but excited and whispered inexplicably,

They were discussing what kind of monster ran into the school.

The auditorium has been decorated in a colorful way. Low dark clouds are hovering above the dining table. Huge pumpkin lanterns are walking back and forth in the sky. Countless bats are flying on the ceiling, which makes people just come from Bres

The little Slytherin wizards, freed from the nightmare of bats, looked up frequently with lingering fear.

Owen mingled with the little wizards in Slytherin and watched the whole scene, pursed his lips tightly, and suppressed a faint blush on his pale face. He didn't know whether he should observe a moment of silence for Voldemort or the Weasley twins.

Worry.

"The banquet is about to begin, hurry up and get over there." Owen packed up his homework, put the sleepy Melete in his pocket, walked gracefully through the chaotic crowd, and walked towards the auditorium.

The bird snake on the other side was attracted by the small thing above its head, and cast its alert and curious eyes over.

Harry blushed under the surprised and envious looks cast by the young wizards, but his expression was more nervous and expectant.

It wasn't until the sumptuous food appeared on the golden plates that the little wizards settled down and chatted with each other while eating.

Daphne glanced at Owen with a smile, who was worried about the world being in chaos, and put her chin on her hand to look out the window at the clear and dark lake. She could always find a rare tranquility in the hustle and bustle, like the bright sunshine shining on the fields in golden autumn.

The strange thing is that Quirrell's head was motionless as if it was stuck to the floor, and the huge purple scarf was pressed between his head and the floor, preventing the two of them from pulling it off for a while.

"Ah, it looks like tonight will be a peaceful night." Owen cut a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth.

He looked over at the Gryffindor table again and saw that Hermione was talking to Neville and was not absent from the banquet.

"There is no turning back when the bow is drawn. It's for the sake of gold galleons!" Fred also mouthed back.

Life in Hogwarts is still calm and warm, full of laughter and laughter everywhere. The bright sunshine dispels the coldness of the night and illuminates the laughing and playing figures.

The two brothers looked down with bright eyes, and the little wizards around them who noticed this scene also cast their gazes curiously, and saw under Quirrell's big scarf——

After carefully sealing the letter, Owen took the time to go to the Owlery and mail the letter home.

Gemma immediately tightened the lid, hugged the jar that was still shaking, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The eyes of the two brothers became even more determined. They made a movement to accumulate energy together, and then suddenly exerted force in a tacit understanding. The big scarf that was tightly wrapped around Quirrell's head finally spread out, like a long purple snake.

The force of the two sent them flying into the air.

Suddenly, a burst of exclamations broke out from the crowd: "Look! What is that in front of you?"

The two brothers winked at each other, looking even more curious.

"I just did something trivial." Owen shook his head and used his wand to pull Crabbe down from the ceiling like a balloon. "It's time to tell the students to continue going down..."

Before he could finish his words, another deafening roar came, like a terrifying scream coming from the abyss, filled with blood-curdling ferocity and bloodlust.

Owen looked behind him solemnly, and the sound of "dong-dong" footsteps came from far to near very fast, causing the ground to tremble.

"Looks like a big guy is here... Damn it, where have all the professors gone?"

(End of chapter)