A ruined Hogwarts

"It's unbelievable. How did you do it to make almost all the professors fall in love with you? Huh?" Blaise poked the button in front of him with his wand, turning it into a crooked oval-shaped unknown object.

He looked at the result of his transformation, "tsk" with dissatisfaction, and turned to chat quietly with Owen.

"Geniuses are always favored." Owen looked at him with a smile, showing an expression of "I can't help it." "Study, politeness and humility are the qualities that professors love."

"Your previous sentence is not humble at all." Blaise muttered, "I dare say that Professor Binns of the History of Magic is not so friendly to other geniuses except you. In fact, he treats everyone as It doesn’t exist, but it will give you extra points!”

"Professor Binns just likes students who really have interesting insights into what he's talking about," Owen said amusedly. In fact, putting aside the hypnotic teaching style of the ghost professor, the knowledge he taught was really interesting to Owen.

"Forget it, we have spent all our energy just trying to stay awake in the History of Magic class." Blaise spread his hands.

Daphne had just turned her button into a somewhat crude badge. After hearing this, she agreed in a low voice: "I agree with your view."

In the seat in front, Harry also successfully transformed his button, then turned his head and asked softly: "Owen, do you think there is any other magic spell that can help us avoid Percy Weasley and those guys? "

Recently, the Gryffindor prefects were keeping a close eye on them every night. It was not easy for Harry to sneak out of the common room at night, so the frequency of his night walks had also been reduced a lot.

Fortunately, the prefects would never dare to arrest people at the exit of the common room of the other college or on the only way out. Otherwise, there would definitely be a dozen senior students who came out with their faces covered that night, knocked them unconscious and stuffed them into the toilet. inside. For students, they can tolerate playing cat and mouse games with their prefects in the castle, but what if the other party dares to directly block people at the door? This is a provocation! It is an infringement of freedom! Moreover, you want us to be soft to other colleges? Don't be shy, just do it!

Following the lessons learned from the prefects of several different houses, represented by Percy Weasley, the four houses began to maintain such a tacit understanding. It is also for this reason that students who wander around at night are not banned. Instead, they use their abilities to compete with their superiors, staging a late-night "battle royale."

"If you can learn the Disguise Charm, they will definitely not be able to find you." Owen joked. As for the complex and difficult spell of the Disappearance Curse, he had been studying it for a long time before the start of school, and he had just started to learn it recently. Although there were many flaws, it was still no problem to hide it from the young wizards who had not graduated.

"In other words, an invisibility cloak will do." He added.

"It seems as if the Disillusionment Curse and the Invisibility Cloak are common..." Harry sighed helplessly. He has been thinking about the Disguise Charm for a long time recently, but he has no clue. As for the invisibility cloak, although he had a lot of money in Gringotts, the invisibility cloak itself was a very rare thing.

"I can write to my father, and he will definitely find one for me." Draco said proudly as he heard the whispered conversation between the two.

These days, the relationship between Harry and Draco has gradually eased a lot. Although they still have some differences in views and no one can convince the other, fortunately they have learned to take a step back. Draco stopped talking bad about Hagrid, and Harry stopped talking about Hagrid in front of him... Anyway, just live like this.

"Before that, maybe I can try the Psychedelic Charm." Harry murmured, and couldn't help but sigh that Owen was a real genius, and he could even learn the Disguise Charm so quickly. Recently, he borrowed the magic book from Owen and learned many spells from it.

As everyone knows, Owen is also envious in his heart at this time. This guy's talent in Charms is really outstanding. If Owen's rapid progress in learning Charms relies on solid theoretical knowledge, Harry is really a genius with excellent spell intuition, and is especially talented in dueling magic. Extraordinary. Apart from that, what Harry is best at is... Potions.

Perhaps because he truly believed Professor Snape's lies about his high hopes for him, Harry put a lot of effort into Potions, so much so that his performance in Potions class was particularly outstanding. Even if Snape almost pressed his aquiline nose to the back of Harry's head every time, it was difficult to find too many faults. In the end, he could only throw out some private potions stuff to hit the opponent, and then Then he made himself so angry that he turned to tormenting Gryffindor students...

Gryffindor: Destroy, I'm tired.

As the bell rang, Professor McGonagall assigned a lot of homework, and then the little wizards were allowed to leave the classroom.

"Would you like to see the new thing I got?" Blaise took out a rectangular object like an iron piece from his schoolbag with great interest and stuck it on the wall. The shape of the iron piece instantly became exactly the same as the wallpaper, as if it had been integrated into the wall.

Harry and Draco hid far away when they saw this. They were very wary of the strange things that Blaise brought out. Crabbe and Goyle watched curiously, and after realizing that it was not food, they followed Draco without interest.

"Daphne, do you want to come over and give it a try?" Blaise rolled his eyes and looked at the girl who was chatting with Pansy.

"Me?" Daphne raised her head and looked at him with her clear and beautiful blue eyes, with a bright smile on her lips, "Okay."

She walked over quickly, and when she was close to the iron piece, she suddenly stretched out her right foot and hooked Blaise's ankle, causing him to stagger and slap his face against the wall.

Bang——

A huge red fist connected to a spring frame bounced out of the iron piece and punched Blaise in the face, causing him to fly out like a ball and finally stick to the opposite wall.

Blaise slowly slid down from the wall, and his entire face was covered with a large red fist-shaped pattern. He laughed loudly and got up from the ground, ran over happily and took off the iron piece that had been restored to its original shape.

"Fully automatic face punching machine, the gloves are also coated with super ink, which requires a strong detergent to wash off, otherwise you will have to wait for it to fade by itself after seven days..." Blaise said while facing the funny red fist marks on his face. He carelessly spoiled his charming face and introduced in an excited tone: "It's interesting! It's a pity that Daphne couldn't enjoy the fun of it."

"Brace!" Daphne kicked him and glared at him after being dodged by the opponent. Instead, she was amused by the pattern on the opponent's face. "Then just go through with this punch mark. What I mean is , you look much more pleasing to the eye now than before."

"Right, Owen?" She winked at Owen and smiled slyly.

"Maybe." Owen also winked at her. He really felt that Blaise would definitely get along with the Weasley twins, if he was willing to let go of his arrogance towards strangers...

"Since you said that, I have to erase it quickly." Blaise shrugged, "Do you want to go outside the castle?"

"Okay, I just need to send some letters." Owen said.

…

Late at night, Owen returned to the dormitory with a sleepy expression. Apparently it was another fruitless night.

Theodore was the only one in the dormitory, and he had fallen into a deep sleep, snoring slightly.

After Owen packed his things and climbed into bed, it took a long time before Harry and Draco came back together.

"Damn Percy Weasley! You ungrateful guy, one day I will turn him into a pig and hang him on the gate of Hogwarts!" Draco's furious voice came from afar. .

"Stop talking, he's just doing his job." Harry said in a weak tone, "I never thought that that fax machine was just playing tricks on me..."

"I've said it before, that kind of thing is totally unreliable!" Draco was still angry, but his tone became proud. Then he hurried to the bathroom.

Owen asked in a faint tone: "So, you found the fax machine?" Is this the protagonist's aura?

"Yes." Harry's tone became more depressed, "In an underground classroom. We were caught just after we asked the questions..."

"What did you ask?" Owen asked curiously, "If you can tell..."

"There's nothing that can't be said. I'm asking it...what kind of special power do I have?" Harry said weakly.

"You actually ask such a question?" Owen was surprised.

"Actually, I want to ask it more why I was sorted into Slytherin. I want to find out the person behind it." Harry paused and said.

"However, Draco told me to find out what kind of power I have that allowed me to defeat Voldemort. He said that they are essentially the same problem. It must be the talent that Slytherin values... Even if it is not, I can also investigate the branch issue, or he can ask it for me next time..."

"I happen to be curious too," Harry said.

"Did you get your answer?"

"Well..." Harry's tone sounded like he was moaning, "But that's just a prank!"

"Can you tell me?" Owen's eyes sparkled in the darkness.

"Uh..." Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, and finally squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "The halo of the protagonist who is immortal?"

Owen's eyes hardened. What about the "love" you promised?

This is by no means a real answer, but more like... something that Owen himself would think of immediately!

“Isn’t the purpose of the fax machine not to give the correct answer to a question, but to give the answer that is in the mind of someone who knows the answer?”

"The truth fax machine...I know, it's not the truth, but the truth! It tells the truth from the mouth of those who know it!" Owen hissed lightly, "It can't answer some questions because no one knows! "

"What a tragedy..." The key problem is that Owen knows too much!