A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 92 Calm Night

At this time, the atmosphere in the common room was quite lively. Many young wizards gathered together, talked, laughed and played, while some were rushing to do their homework or waving their wands to practice spells.

Draco and Blaise were sitting opposite each other, playing wizard chess. Draco stared at the chess pieces on the chessboard with red eyes, as if he wanted to see them out of the blue.

He jumped up and stabbed him in the face. Blais looked uninterested, directing the chess pieces one by one.

Pansy sat aside and watched carefully, coughing slightly from time to time and reminding Draco in a low voice, with a dumbfounded expression on her face. Crabbe and Goyle stuffed their mouths with candies, their cheeks bulging.

Yes, scribbling down Draco's homework.

"You lost again, Draco. I've already won." Blaise said listlessly. There was no suspense and no interest in playing chess with the opponent. "In the field of wizard chess, you will create a legend."

Bar."

"Impossible, I just have a bad hand!" Draco's voice was a bit sharp, "I have never lost when I played chess with my parents!"

"Don't you think that they are actually letting you?" Blaise leaned back, holding the back of his head and leaning on the armchair, not coddling him at all.

"Me and Pansy play chess too!"

"Who doesn't know what little thoughts she has..."

Pansy glared at Blaise fiercely, turned her head away haughtily, but her cheeks turned red.

Draco blushed: "Crabbe and Goyle!"

"Meow!" Melete, who always likes to be clean, suddenly felt her hair explode, and the whole cat swelled up. She jumped up from the table in shock, and when she fell, she stepped on the ink.

above, leaving black plum blossom footprints on Owen's homework.

"I will choose to ask for help then. After all, I am not stubborn." Owen blinked at her, "Of course, if there is really no way to solve it, then you can only mess with it. The worst is to adapt to it and join it...

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Harry went to Dumbledore's office tonight because Dumbledore said he would give him private lessons, and he had just come back.

Owen heard a low exclamation coming from behind him. He turned his head and glanced, but didn't see anyone nearby.

As he spoke, Harry took out a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it on the table, his expression becoming lifeless.

"It seems that Dumbledore really wants to train Harry to be his successor?" Owen clicked his tongue, "It seems that he has figured out Harry's true nature."

"Then we will start to improve the theoretical knowledge required for this magic." Owen rubbed his eyebrows. It is not easy to improve this kind of magic. Even if he can try and make mistakes again and again in the wall space, it is still a big project.

Daphne helped him pick up the paper, and caught a glimpse of the straight but dazzlingly complex lines on the paper, as well as some incomprehensible geometric patterns, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

He couldn't help but come over and take a look at Harry's book list. After seeing the long list of dizzying book titles, the envy in his eyes instantly faded, and his expression even took on a hint of sympathy.

Immediately, a look of excitement and frustration appeared on his face: "Mr. Dumbledore said he would teach me how to deal with them, whether it is magic, mentality, or choice... But before that,

, he wanted me to understand all common sense first."

Daphne looked at him dumbfounded, and a suppressed cough sounded from the side.

"Can I use my thoughts to fill this empty shell? Foreign things are always unreliable." He pursed his lips, his eyes dark and deep, like a thick fog of darkness. "In this case, together with Voldemort,

The problem of coveting my body can also be solved..."

The people around him looked over with curiosity and dissatisfaction, and Harry hurriedly hid his head.

Melete glanced resentfully at the scoundrel who was enjoying the show, her golden eyes rolled mischievously, and then she walked towards Owen with her head held high, as if she was going to jump on him.

"If this magic can be improved..." Owen mused, waving his wand to summon his own black devil guard. He carefully looked at the evil and ominous shadow in front of him, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he already had an idea in his mind.

"Ah, Melete, if I remember correctly, you are a nives, not a purebred stupid cat!" Owen looked at the little kitten shaking his feet and tail in a funny way, and teased in a good mood.

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Owen took a serious look at the little girl with a serious expression, and couldn't help but squint and smile. This girl always has keen insight, not so much intuition, but rather careful and intelligent.

It is to be able to make correct judgments clearly.

Owen nodded with a smile and was busy cleaning up the homework that Meleta had made a mess on the desk. A few scattered pages of paper slipped out of the book and floated to the ground.

"Well, it's just a design drawing of a house." Owen chuckled and put the paper back into the textbook. He said matter-of-factly, "As a qualified magician, you must know a little bit about everything."

"Your magic?" Daphne said with a smile. It is difficult to use magic to achieve this effect, because cats and dogs are magical animals with magical powers, and it is very difficult to influence them with magic, not to mention that Owen does not have

execration.

Owen took a careful look at the silvery fabric in Harry's hand, which was as shiny as liquid. His eyes were deep and unpredictable. He was now 80% sure that Dumbledore was arranging the funeral arrangements, but even before everything could

Now that it has been arranged, has Dumbledore still given up on research on the Deathly Hallows?

"There are some minor troubles, but they are not annoying." Owen stretched his body and looked at the wand in his hand, "You don't have to worry about me. For me, nothing is worth worrying about."

, because I know that entanglement and worry cannot solve any problem. I will only think of ways to solve it and then put in practice. For me, there are always more ways than difficulties."

Raising his eyebrows, Owen raised the corners of his mouth and picked up the flat top hat on the table. There was nothing underneath. He shook his arm, and the top hat returned to its original shape with a "bang", and a large pile of cards fell out of the top hat.

It fell down and soon covered the table.

The lights in the bedroom are soft and dim, and the gentle sound of the lake outside the window can be heard, making people feel calm.

Staring at the other person fiercely, Daphne came to sit next to Owen, and looked at the quill in front of him with some envy as he was writing smoothly: "I really admire you for being able to control it so well. The most I can do is

It can make my pen write a few letters. Well, I want to ask you some questions about transfiguration."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the wand in his hand. The smooth and straight pitch-black wand rotated flexibly between his slender pale fingers. On the table in front of him, a slender quill was rapidly scratching across the parchment.

Lines of words are written in clean and beautiful fonts.

Melete yawned loudly, jumped from his arms to the table, tilted her head curiously to look at the automatic writing quill, and stretched out her little paw to flick the long tail of the kitten.

Swinging from side to side flexibly, he accidentally knocked over the ink bottle. The long hair at the tip of his tail was stained with ink, like a large brush scratching out large black marks on the parchment and the table.

Owen turned his head and looked over, raising the wand in his hand with a half-smile.

This is a complex and profound magic. It is essentially the separation and isolation of one's own thinking, so that the negative emotions required by black magic and the positive emotions required by white magic do not interfere with each other. But in fact, the isolated part of the mind is still in the body.

Thinking and analysis can still be carried out, like changing a person's thinking from a single core to a dual core, so it does not affect the person's own mind.

Daphne also withdrew her curious and probing gaze. Draco, who had just screamed in fright, had slightly red cheeks and coughed covertly: "I have seen this kind of invisibility cloak a lot. As long as I say a word, my father can

Get me a dozen pieces right away..."

"No, it's me!" Harry's voice came from the air in front of him, and then, a head appeared out of thin air, with a bit of showoff and pride on his face.

You know, he should have collected three Deathly Hallows by now.

"Good idea." Blaise became interested, "Owen, do you want to come and play together?" He said to Owen who was sitting in front of the fireplace warming himself.

"You don't even like Quidditch!" Draco said slowly, "I think about who else has the same hobby as you... Well, Daphne, you and her are quite a match..."

Harry slumped in the armchair blankly, as if he had turned into a salted fish that had lost his dream, mourning the leisurely weekend that was about to pass away. He did like magic, but that didn't mean that he wanted to spend all his time

Focus on studying! He wants to play, he needs a vacation!

"Dumbledore said... the future will not be peaceful?" Daphne noticed this sentence.

Owen quickly picked up the black top hat that had been placed aside, and clasped it on Melete's body, clasping the small catnives inside. In Daphne's surprised eyes, Owen slapped her hard.

He slapped it hard on the top of the hat, instantly pressing it into a thin layer.

"Oh, my father said that Dumbledore is already old and confused. He always likes to say crazy and alarmist things. If you believe him, you will lose." Draco said nonchalantly. He glanced at Harry again, with a look in his eyes.

With a bit of envy, that was Dumbledore's private lesson! No matter what, Dumbledore is the most powerful and knowledgeable wizard today, and his father also admitted this.

"Okay, I'm going back to the dormitory first." He waved to everyone.

Harry withdrew his angry glare at Draco and said with a puzzled expression: "Mr. Dumbledore said that the future of the wizarding world will not be peaceful, and we must be prepared to face the invasion of darkness..."

"Tsk, what is Dumbledore busy with?" Owen yawned leisurely. If he was about to die, then he would seize the time to have more fun. After all, it would be a flood after his death.

"Okay, I feel like you've changed a lot recently. I really don't know what happened to you." Daphne took a serious look at him, her beautiful blue eyes showing a moving blue under the green light.

"Draco——" Daphne looked at him with a smile. She was waving her wand to practice transfiguration.

Although this magic has extremely strong side effects and can make people fall into a state of absolute sanity that is difficult to escape, it also gives Owen hope to combat the side effects of black magic.

Owen fell on the bed and closed his eyes, entering the space facing the wall. The white mist was peaceful and quiet, the eternal silence and tranquility.

"Or have I already studied it, but haven't found any reason?" Owen was too lazy to think about this and looked away from the invisibility cloak. With his current level of knowledge, it is even more of a dream to study the Deathly Hallows.

Be wary of black magic. This is what Owen has always warned himself. Although he has now accepted his own dark side and reason can restrain malice, he always understands that as the influence of black magic on him continues to deepen, his

The bottom line will only get lower and lower, and it will irreversibly become darker and more paranoid... He doesn't want to become like Voldemort one day, able to split his soul without blinking an eye.

She stared into Owen's dark eyes, which were always gentle and clear in the past, like the sparkling lake surface in spring, quiet and moving. But recently they seemed to have become a lot darker, although they were still calm and indifferent,

But it is more like the calm and depressing sea surface before the storm, hiding the violent waves that are about to sweep out.

"Have you encountered anything troublesome?" Daphne asked with concern.

At this time, there was a long table in the space facing the wall, with complex design drawings neatly placed on it. Owen placed the design drawings he had just brought in on the table, checked it carefully, and started writing again.

I revised part of it, then sat at my desk and pulled out a notebook on the desk.

Owen smiled gently at her and nodded, patiently answering her questions.

"Ah -" Draco screamed. The sudden appearance of his head startled him.

"By the way, what did Dumbledore teach you tonight?" Owen asked curiously.

Melete emerged from the cards with her head held high, and walked forward with cat steps with a proud look on her face, leaving shallow plum blossom paw prints on the cards. She jumped lightly onto Owen's lap, acting coquettishly

After rolling around like this and successfully soiling Owen's robe, he licked his paws with satisfaction.

"Melete!" Daphne exclaimed. Owen's action looked like he had flattened the kitten. No, it wouldn't have become such a thin layer.

Owen glanced at it and found that it was a long book list, with a long list of book titles written in long and slanted fonts, such as: "Modern Magic Concepts and Classifications", "The Roots of Magic: The Distinction between Black and White Magic", "

Historical Mysteries: The Secrets Behind Those Big Events" and so on.

"Yeah, occasionally thinking about magic will relax my mood a lot, and it can cultivate my sentiments." Owen smiled with squinting eyes, and at the same time used a cleaning spell to help Melete clean the ink on her body.

"Invisibility cloak?" Owen said to the place where Harry disappeared, looking thoughtful.

This old notebook with a dark brown cover seems to be a few years old. Owen found it from Ravenclaw's secret room. It records Ravenclaw's method of making black and white magic coexist.

"Sorry, I hate high-stepping stones." Owen glanced at them lazily. He didn't think there was anything funny about those small stones that sprayed unpleasant liquid on people's faces.

Draco glanced at the two big guys who were smiling naively at him, and immediately got angry and took away his homework. The bulging cheeks of the two made them look like hamsters, but they didn't look like hamsters at all.

Not the cute kind.

Harry also took a look, clapped his hands and said, "I know, this is a kind of design, right? Do you know how to do this?"

"Dumbledore shouldn't joke about this kind of thing..." Daphne held her chin and frowned as she pondered. Combined with her immature cheeks, she had a sense of confusion and maturity. However, as a member of the ancient pure-blood family, she

Although I pay attention to it, I am not too worried.

These are books involving basic common sense. After reading these books, you can generally understand the basic knowledge of living magic, duel magic, curses and counter-curses, understand the essential differences and characteristics of black and white magic, and understand

Changes in the history of magic.

"Dumbledore gave it to me. He said it was something my father left for me." Harry whispered, sitting down on the armchair next to him, taking advantage of the time when the people around him were no longer paying attention,

He took off the invisibility cloak on his body.

"Okay, do you want to play Gobstone?" Draco seemed to have finally recognized the reality. But everyone knew that after a while he would return to his old ways, and then confidently challenge his friends to wizard chess again.

, and then he was beaten to pieces... the cycle started over and over again.

Blais glanced at the two fools and spread his hands: "So this is what you are pursuing?"

Dumbledore probably didn't have enough time, but he also understood that Voldemort was destined to return in the future, and Harry was the one in the prophecy who would play a vital role in the fight against Voldemort. He had to wait until he could no longer

Before protecting Harry, he gave him a certain ability to protect himself. After discovering that the other party had qualities that he admired and valued, he decided to strengthen Harry at an epic level, and perhaps guide his mind to prevent it from becoming distorted...

"I really envy your attitude towards life." Daphne stared at the flames in the fireplace quietly, "But what if you encounter trouble that is difficult to solve?"

He took out the parchment given to him by Voldemort from his pocket and studied the flying spell recorded on it word by word. Although this is a representative black magic of Voldemort, and the effect looks a bit evil, it is a flying magic spell.

Curse! It is the dream of many people to be able to fly flexibly and quickly in the air on their own.

After just studying for a while, Owen frowned, shook his head, and put away the parchment. This was not a black magic that he could study now. It involved a lot of advanced theoretical knowledge, and it was a silent spell. He couldn't spend time now.

Waste it on this.

He turned to the bookshelf, picked out a profound book on curse theory, and read it carefully. Beside him, the dark guard was floating around silently, brushing Owen's arm with the corner of his cloak from time to time, rubbing against it.

Rubbing Owen's back, it was like a well-behaved pet, not at all the ferocious look he had when he was killing unscrupulously that day.

It wasn't until midnight that Owen left the space facing the wall and fell into a deep sleep holding the kitten Nizi next to him.

(End of chapter)