A ruined Hogwarts

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, and this event will probably last all night long, after all, ghosts don't get tired. But Owen and the others had to go back to rest because the group was caught by Professor Snape. Snape, who was made furious by Dumbledore, mercilessly locked up everyone. Even Owen, who had asked for leave in advance, was given an extra day of detention for taking the lead in violating school rules.

Well, it’s a blessing to have no points deducted.

On the way back to the common room, Owen remained silent, thinking about his own problems. There was no doubt that his plan to kill Voldemort before Halloween was about to change. If he couldn't solve his own problems, he'd better pray that Quirrell could continue to be alive and kicking, lest Voldemort return to his ghost state and possess 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 learned about the party. Although it was not a very pleasant experience for them, it was still something worth showing off. Only Blaise was still unfinished and turned his head to look back reluctantly.

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.

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 half frozen to death. .

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

"Huh? 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 whether he had done anything too extreme recently, and was afraid that he would receive a notice ordering him to drop out of school.

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

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

"Hmph, you'd better be careful. My dad says Dumbledore is getting old and starting to go crazy." Draco drawled, raising his chin proudly.

Owen also glanced at Harry in surprise. Why did he think 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.

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

…

The next few days were uneventful, with the students still sighing at the difficulty of transfiguration and being distracted in the History of Magic class. Professor Snape is still venomous and persistent in making things difficult for Gryffindor students, especially Neville. Peeves is still trying every means to expose the secrets in Quirrell's head, making Quirrell run like a rat crossing the street every day.

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.

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

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

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

Owen blew lightly on the ball of paper in his hand, then spread his palms. The letter was gone. He smiled and said, "Why don't you think it's your hallucination?"

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

"You're overthinking..." Owen said, crossing his fingers.

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

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

First, Neville burned half of his eyebrows off while rehearsing 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 her magic wand absently and accidentally cut a desk into more than a dozen pieces, and also cut Daphne's textbook, scaring everyone to leave in a hurry. She is far away.

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 trying to stop Draco from secretly causing mischief, and his whole body was shaking. However, Draco, who was watched closely by Harry the whole time, seemed to have won the battle.

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"...

Probably only Crabbe and Goyle, who came to join in the count, were quiet. They hid in the corner and secretly stuffed snacks into their mouths. The whole classroom was soon filled with the smell of desserts and meat.

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.

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.

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 shocked.

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, leaving only his pale chin exposed.

"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.

"Put it on," he said in a commanding tone.

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

Voldemort looked 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."

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

"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?"

"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."

Haha, that's awesome. Owen thought animatedly.

"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?"

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

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