A ruined Hogwarts

At this time, the atmosphere in the common room was quite lively. Many little wizards gathered together to talk, laugh and play. Some were rushing to do homework or waving their wands to practice spells.

Draco and Blaise were sitting across from each other, playing wizard chess. Draco stared at the chess pieces on the chessboard with red eyes, as if he wanted to stare them out of the flowers. His chess pieces were cursing and wanted to jump up from the chessboard and stab him in the face. Blaise, on the other hand, showed a lack of interest and was directing the chess pieces one after another.

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 sweets, their cheeks bulging, and scribbled out 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 giving in to 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!"

Blais glanced at the two fools and spread his hands: "So that's all you pursue?"

Draco glanced at the two big guys who smiled naively at him, and immediately got angry and took away his homework. The bulging cheeks of the two made them look like hamsters, which was not cute at all.

"Okay, do you want to play with the Gobstone?" Draco seemed to have finally recognized the reality. But everyone knows that after a while, he will return to his old ways, and then confidently challenge his friends to wizard chess again, and then he will be beaten to pieces... and the cycle starts again.

"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.

"Sorry, I hate Gaobushi." Owen glanced at them lazily. He didn't think there was anything funny about pebbles that sprayed foul-smelling liquid into people's faces.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the wand in his hand. The smooth and straight black wand rotated flexibly between his long, pale fingers. On the table in front of him, a slender feather pen was rapidly scratching across the parchment, writing lines of words in clean and beautiful handwriting.

"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..."

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

Staring at the other party fiercely, Daphne came to sit down next to Owen, and glanced enviously at the quill in front of him that 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."

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

Melete yawned loudly, jumped from his arms to the table, tilted her head to look at the automatic writing quill with a curious expression, and stretched out her little paw to flick it. The long tail of the little cat swayed flexibly from side to side, accidentally knocking over the ink bottle. The long hair at the tip of the tail was stained with ink, like a big brush scratching out on the parchment and the table. There were large black marks.

"Meow!" Melete, who always likes to be clean, suddenly felt her hair explode, and the whole cat swelled in size. She was so startled that she jumped up from the table. When she landed, she stepped on the ink, leaving black plum blossom footprints on Owen's homework.

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

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, pretending to jump on him.

Owen quickly picked up the black top hat that had been placed aside, and clasped it on Melete's body, trapping the small catnives inside. Under Daphne's surprised gaze, Owen slapped the top of the hat hard, instantly crushing it into a thin layer.

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

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

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. A large pile of cards fell from the top hat and quickly covered the table.

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 and rolled around like a baby. After successfully soiling Owen's robe, she licked her paws with satisfaction.

"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 did not recite a spell.

"Yes, 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.

"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.

She stared into Owen's dark eyes, which were always gentle and clear before, like the sparkling lake surface in spring, quiet and moving. But recently they seem to have become a lot darker. Although they are still calm and indifferent, they are more like the calm and depressing sea before the storm, hiding the violent waves that are about to sweep out.

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

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

"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."

"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?"

"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... …”

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

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

"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.

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

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

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

"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 his invisibility cloak.

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

Owen looked carefully at the silvery fabric in Harry's hand, which was as shiny as liquid, with an unfathomable gaze. He is now 80% sure that Dumbledore is arranging his funeral, but even now that everything has not been arranged, has Dumbledore still given up researching the Deathly Hallows?

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

"Or have you 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 would be even more of a dream to study the Deathly Hallows.

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..."

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

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..."

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."

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

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 Big Events" and so on.

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 the changes in the history of magic.

"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."

Dumbledore probably didn't have enough time, but he also understood that Voldemort was destined to return in the future, and Harry was the person in the prophecy who would play a vital role in the fight against Voldemort. He must give Harry a certain ability to protect himself before he can no longer protect him. After discovering that the other person has qualities that he admires and values, he decides to strengthen Harry at an epic level, and perhaps guide his mind to prevent it from becoming crooked. …

"Tsk, what is Dumbledore busy with?" Owen yawned leisurely. If he is about to die, then he must seize the time to have more fun, anyway, after his death, he will not care about the flood.

Harry slumped in the armchair blankly, as if he had turned into a salty fish that had lost his dream, mourning the leisurely weekend that was about to pass away. He does love magic, but that doesn't mean he wants to spend all his time studying! He wants to play, he needs a vacation!

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

"Oh, my dad 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 bit of envy in his eyes. That was Dumbledore's private lesson! No matter what, Dumbledore is the most powerful and knowledgeable wizard living today, and his father also admits 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.

"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 contradictory feeling of ignorance and maturity. However, as a member of an ancient pure-blood family, although she takes it seriously, she is not worried about it.

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.

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

Harry also glanced at it, clapped his hands and said, "I know, this is a design, right? Do you know how to do this?"

"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."

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

The lights in the bedroom are soft and dim, and the sound of the lake outside the window lapping gently makes people feel calm.

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

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 drawing he had just brought in on the table. After carefully checking it, he revised some of it with pen. Then he sat at his desk and pulled out a notebook on the table.

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.

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 and can still be thought and analyzed. It is like changing a person's thinking from a single core to a dual core, so it does not affect the person's own mind.

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.

Be wary of black magic, this is what Owen has been telling 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 bottom line will only get lower and lower, and he will become irreversibly Darker and more paranoid... He didn't want to become like Voldemort one day, able to split his soul without blinking an eye.

"If this magic can be improved..." Owen muttered, 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.

"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, the problem of Voldemort coveting my body can also be solved..."

"Then we will start to master 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 a big project.

He took out the parchment Voldemort had given him from his pocket and pondered 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 curse! Being able to fly flexibly and quickly in the air on your own is a dream for many people.

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

He turned to the bookshelf, picked out a profound book on magic theory, and read it carefully. Beside him, the dark guard floated around silently, brushing Owen's arm with the corner of his cloak from time to time, and rubbing Owen's back, like a well-behaved pet, without any trace of the ferocity he had when he was killing without restraint that day.

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