A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 89 Traceless Stretch Box

Owen looked carefully at the black suitcase in front of him. It was the same style as his own suitcase, but it looked older.

There is also the coat of arms of the Shafiq family on the side of the box. The gorgeous coat of arms makes this humble box a little more mysterious.

Owen took the box back to the empty dormitory, took out his wand and tapped the badge on the box, making it disappear as if it had been erased by an eraser.

After carefully checking that there were no special markings on the outside of the box, he opened the box. The first thing he saw was the wooden stairs leading down. The bottom of the box could not be seen at a glance. He stepped into the box and followed the stairs.

Go down and enter a spacious room.

Looking around, the room Owen was in was generally rectangular and square, with exquisite patterns carved on the pillars and walls on the four sides. There were some miscellaneous items in the room, including old furniture and scattered ornaments.

and daily necessities, like a utility room. He also found a large bag of gold galleons on a table. He didn't know who had forgotten it here.

Passing through the rectangular room, opening a carved wooden door on the other side, you will see an elegant foyer, with a door on each side and an upward staircase.

Owen first opened the door opposite. There was a long corridor on the inside, and rooms on the left side of the corridor. At the end of the corridor was a wall with a majestic fire dragon pattern carved on it.

The door on the left side of the foyer leads to a huge square room. The surrounding walls give people a thick feeling, the floor is deep black, and gorgeous chandeliers hang from the high ceiling. Most of the room is empty.

There are only a few rows of bookshelves on one side and three broomsticks next to it. I don’t know what this room is used for.

"It's interesting." Owen looked at the layout of the room, nodded with satisfaction, then returned to the foyer and opened the door on the right.

Only Owen waved his hand naturally, as if greeting relatives who came to visit: "Good afternoon, Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell."

"But...but, Severus, I..." Quirrell's voice stammered, filled with fear.

Then, as if he heard the footsteps of everyone, Snape suddenly poked his head out from behind the corner of the corridor and met the eavesdropping young wizards. His eyes were angry and fierce, which frightened the young wizards.

Even their breathing stopped.

The dungeons of the castle became even colder and biting, and Owen increasingly liked to huddle up in the armchair in front of the fireplace in the common room, holding Melete and warming up together. Each person and the cat felt that it would kill them to leave the common room.

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Daphne couldn't help laughing and blinked her blue eyes at him: "Actually, it's good to go out for a walk more often. You seem to be in a bad mood recently." Her senses are always very keen.

The group of people did not go to the common room, but planned to attend a new round of gatherings of the study group. This time the location was chosen in a classroom on the fourth floor.

"You know exactly what I mean." Snape's cold tone seemed to freeze people to death, "I'll be waiting for your little secret trick."

He looked into the distance one last time, then returned to the original room, walked out of the box along the stairs, and sat on the bed, lost in thought.

The players on both sides interfered with each other in every possible way, sometimes using broomsticks to collide with each other, and sometimes hitting the bludger into the back of each other's heads. But in general, Slytherin's players did commit more fouls because they respected victory first.

, the means are not important. The commentator Lee Jordan lost his temper and cursed from time to time, but Slytherin was already far ahead.

"The next step is a big project, but it's worth it for a wonderful performance!"

With the mentality that I can't be the only one to suffer, Owen took Melete out, and one person and one cat sat shivering in the cold wind. All the little wizards seemed not to feel the cold, and they argued nervously and expectantly.

Screaming and cheering enthusiastically, Owen couldn't understand what was so fascinating about the sport of Quidditch.

The cheers around Owen were so loud that his ears were almost deafened, and there was a burst of boos in the Gryffindor stands.

While passing through a corridor, a low conversation came from the voices of Professor Snape and Quirrell.

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"Which ancestor had nothing to do and built a house like this here..." Owen shook his head, but smiled with satisfaction, "This way, it will save a lot of trouble."

"Hey, I don't want to play ball, I just want to see Owen's helpless expression." Blaise said with a smirk.

The door on the right leads directly to the outside of the house, as if you are suddenly outside. The sky is gray and white, making it difficult to tell how high it is. The ground is also gray and leaden, and it is hard to step on.

The boundaries of the land are not clear, so Irving doesn't know how big it is, but it is certainly not smaller than the area of ​​a stadium.

The weather in November has become extremely cold. The gray mountains around Hogwarts are covered with ice and snow, the lake has begun to freeze, and every morning there is a layer of white frost on the ground.

But their desire to lazily warm up by the fire still failed to come true, because the Quidditch season had begun. Owen had not gone to watch the previous games for various reasons, but today's game was Slytherin versus Gryffindor.

In the first game of his college, Owen was dragged to the Quidditch pitch by Harry and Blaise.

Owen glanced at the Gryffindor seeker, who was a small boy he didn't recognize. At this time, Harry was sitting not far from him, staring intently at the game, dancing with excitement, and occasionally cheering for the game.

He was cheering, annoyed or angry depending on the situation. It seemed that he really loved Quidditch.

Soon, players began to enter the field and the game officially began. No matter what the situation, whenever the two houses of Slytherin and Gryffindor faced off, the atmosphere would become particularly tense and intense.

Finally, Terrence, the seeker of the Slytherin team, caught the Golden Snitch. At the end of the game, Slytherin won.

"...Have you figured out how to get past that big dog?" Snape's voice was cold and mocking.

Owen walked to the lounge expressionlessly: "I hate Quidditch."

"I'm sure I can get in." Draco said slowly.

I looked back at the door I just walked out of. It was the door of a house. The two-story house was very majestic and occupied a large area.

"Next year, next year I must sign up for the Quidditch team!" Harry said with a flushed face, both excited and cold.

"What did you hear?" Snape asked gloomily, casting a large shadow on everyone's faces.

"I...I don't know what you...you mean." Quirrell said solemnly.

He recited a few spells to himself to keep out the wind and cold, and finally he no longer felt cold. But not being able to sit in front of the fireplace and warm himself by the fire always made him feel empty.

"You don't want to be my enemy, Quirrell." Snape's voice became more oppressive.

"Heard nothing!" the others said in unison.

Snape's cold and empty eyes swept over the guilty faces, then he swung his cloak and limped away. After taking a few steps, he stopped and suddenly turned back menacingly.

He came back and forcibly dragged Quirrell away who was standing there.

Quirrell turned his head to look at the little wizards with a look of panic and cowardice. He looked like a victim who had been coerced but did not dare to speak out. His eyes were full of words but could not speak, and one could not help but feel pity.

Owen saw the other party secretly winking at him, and his already unhappy mood instantly became worse.

(End of chapter)