A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 106 The upcoming final performance

It has been raining continuously for many days, and the grass outside the castle is muddy every day.There is damp water vapor in the air, coupled with the still sluggish temperature, it is so cold that people don't want to leave the warm lounge.

However, when the first Quidditch match of this semester started, the little wizards rushed to the Quidditch pitch in the freezing rain.In the Slytherin common room, apart from a few seventh graders who were anxiously preparing for the NEWT s exam, only Owen was left lazily curled up in front of the fireplace to enjoy the fire.

Melet, the kitten and raccoon, was lying on Owen's lap with its front paws, its eyes narrowed lazily.Half a year later, Melet's body was close to the size of an adult cat. The light brown short hair covered with dark brown spots was soft and shiny, and her body was as smooth and graceful as a little leopard. People have a kind of contradictory combination of sharp handsomeness and lazy confusion.

She likes to sneak into the kitchen to ask for something to eat while Owen is studying. The cat and raccoon have a big appetite but never gain weight, which puzzles Owen.She was also keen to frighten Mrs. Norris by blocking a certain corridor, scaring the poor Maine Coon cat into a paranoid state, jumping up at the slightest sign of trouble, which caused Owen to be slapped by Mr. Filch several times. warn.

Melet will also patrol the castle with her brothers and sisters. By the way, as a little ghost, she will inform Owen who often violates school rules. She also likes to use his desk and chair or books to grind her teeth while Owen is sleeping, or He tousled his short, silky black hair.

But as the rainy day continued, Melet was unwilling to leave the warm flame in the fireplace.It is her favorite thing to lie on Owen and warm up every day.

Owen sat quietly in the armchair, stroking Melet's warm and soft hair with his left hand from time to time, while flipping through the primer on black magic he copied from the restricted area.

Although he has mastered several powerful black magic spells, Owen doesn't know much about the basics of black magic.After deciding to study the dark arts, he began to cram on the basics.

He glanced at the seemingly empty living room. It was rare that he didn't enter the space facing the wall. Instead, he changed to a more comfortable position and continued to cook by the fire. He opened the thick book in his hand, and his fingers lightly slid across the title page to write in bold letters. Advice line by line.This kind of black magic basic books kept in the restricted area is only for students to broaden their knowledge and horizons, not for them to learn, so they basically have similar warnings and taboos.However, Owen has already almost violated these taboos, just glanced at them casually, skipped them, and turned to the main text.

From condensing and utilizing malice, to analyzing and releasing the spell, although Owen is already very proficient in this process, learning this process from another angle has given him some inspiration, and the scattered knowledge in his mind has become more System up.

After reading it for a while, he opened another book of black magic spells, picked a few practical spells from it, and memorized them in his mind.For example, a "Sharp Blade Thousand Edges" curse that can cut the human body can emit a silvery light to cause blade slashing effects on people, even maiming or even fatal effects, and it has a certain black magic curse, which can make wounds Recovery speed becomes very slow.

This is completely different from the life magic "split to pieces" spell, which can basically only be used to cut objects, accidentally hitting a person is actually similar to being cut by a pencil sharpener.

However, Owen thought of Snape's Shadowless Curse and felt a little greedy.The wounds caused by the black magic spell invented by Professor Snape can only be completely healed by a fixed counter-spell, and this spell is very concealed and insidious, without any beam or sound, making it difficult for the enemy to detect and defend. Combined with spellcasting without spells and wands, it is even more difficult to guard against.

However, as Professor Snape's representative spell, the God's Shadowless Curse seems to be the only one who knows it, with his distinctive personal characteristics, and it's not easy to get counter-curses, so it seems a bit troublesome...

At this time, Melet yawned, jumped from Owen's lap onto the table, and stared at him with round golden eyes lying on her stomach between the pages, looking innocent and cute.Owen instantly forgot about the Shadowless Curse and the like, and stroked the cat contentedly. He could not help squinting his eyes happily when he heard the kitten and Lizi purring comfortably.

Sure enough, cats are the most healing creatures in the world, and Owen could not refuse the temptation of cats in his life.

The stone wall at the entrance of the lounge slid away soundlessly, and a large group of people poured in chattering, clammy and clammy, discussing loudly about the Quidditch match.The originally quiet and peaceful lounge suddenly became noisy, making the seventh graders who were studying seriously frowned irritably.

"Owen, why are you so afraid of the cold?" Daphne cleaned her wet blond hair with a spell, and looked at him with watery blue eyes.

Owen put away the books on the table very naturally, hugged the sleeping Melet in his arms, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of the cold, I just hate the cold and like warmth." In fact, he It seems that he is less afraid of the cold since he completed the black magic transformation, but this has nothing to do with his dislike of the cold.

"You're right, I really shouldn't have gone to watch this match, but Pansy dragged me... Oh, I'm going back to the dormitory to change." Daphne twisted her wet sleeves and hurried away up.

"In a bladder game, Gryffindor won Hufflepuff in the end, I'm not surprised at all..." Blaise rushed over and squatted in front of the fireplace with some trembling to warm up, "Gryffindor's leading score Not much, as long as we beat Ravenclaw by [-] points in the next game, this year's Quidditch Cup will fall into our hands ahead of schedule..."

"I should have known that Hufflepuffs were not up to par, that it was impossible to expect those idiots who couldn't do anything to win against those brainless brats in Gryffindor, and I shouldn't have gone to this match. "Draco said in a dissatisfied drawl, his pale blond hair was messily pasted on his forehead, looking a bit embarrassed.

Harry was drenched, too, and his wet hair looked even more disheveled.He sat on the chair without saying a word, looked at his palm thoughtfully, and then whispered mysteriously: "I think I know who those two guys from the Aether Society are pretending to be."

After today's game, he shook hands with Professor McGonagall while congratulating the Gryffindor team on their victory, eliminating her suspicion.In this way, there were only two professors who had not shaken his hand all this time—just two.

"Professor Quirrell," Harry said gravely, "I'm sure there's something wrong with him. I tried to talk to him after Defense Against the Dark Arts yesterday, but he just brushed me off and walked away." It's different from when we first met... completely different." He remembered that when he and Professor Quirrell met for the first time in the Leaky Cauldron, the other party was enthusiastic and nervous.

"You think, he suddenly changed a lot last term, and even changed his dressing style, which is too suspicious. I should have thought of it earlier!" Harry said energetically.He finally caught the fox tail of the ether society.

"You should be glad he stayed away from Garlic." Draco said sarcastically, "Oh, Garlic like a nightmare. If he is really replaced by someone from the Aether Society, then the organization has done a great thing. He paused. "I'd rather face them than face the disgusting smell of garlic."

"It makes sense." Owen agreed with a rare sentence.

"You two..." Harry had a black line on his forehead, "Shouldn't you be worried about the real Professor Quirrell? He must be in a dangerous situation now. I have to tell Mr. Dumbledore about it."

"Ah, come on." Owen yawned.

"There's another member of the Aether Society, I think it's Professor Snape." Harry said with some embarrassment, standing up and pacing back and forth, "but I'm not sure, because it was Snape that night The professor arrived in time to take us back...Of course, it is not ruled out that he did this on purpose to dispel our suspicions, after all, we were indeed following the dean that night before bumping into the man from the Aether Society."

"No, no matter what method we use, we have to confirm Professor Snape's situation!" Harry slapped the table firmly, with determination shining in his emerald green eyes.

"It's not us, it's you." Owen said lazily, his deep eyes remained unmoved.

"You really want to seduce? I can't write to ask my dad to provide you with some necessary supplies..." Draco cheered up, remembering Owen's proposal that night.He couldn't help but looked Harry up and down, thinking that Harry would look pretty dressed up as a girl.

"How is it possible!" Harry almost frowned.He was very tired, why are Owen and Draco so unreliable?
"Okay." Draco sighed with disappointment, and began to search for his homework. The amount of homework he had accumulated did not allow him to procrastinate any longer. "It's the first time I know there are so many homework in herbal medicine class..." he complained.

"It's understandable. I heard that Professor Sprout lost a lot of magic plants the day before yesterday. It's normal for her to be angry..." Harry sighed, and then his face collapsed, "But there is no doubt that I really want to Throw your homework in the face of the person who stole the herbs."

Owen paused slightly in stroking Melet, and then continued to stroke the hair as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, it's really tiring to build the stage by yourself, can it be broken?" He collapsed on the chair, thinking about where he could cut corners.

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The rainy weather has passed, the air has become drier, and the study life at Hogwarts is still peaceful and leisurely.

Of course, that doesn't include Harry.He took advantage of the opportunity of teaching alone to tell Dumbledore vividly about Quirrell's abnormality and his suspicion of him, but he did not receive the expected response.Dumbledore just laughed without saying a word, avoiding answering, and resorted to the trick of procrastinating, which made the little wizard who was focused on catching the flaws of the Aether Society anxious.

Harry thought it was because he hadn't found the evidence, so after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he had planned to block Quirrell in the classroom, pestering him to inquire about various plans for treating werewolf bites, and as a result, I found that the other party was wearing gloves...

"I'm sure he has a big problem!" Harry walked out of the classroom angrily, and then eagerly suggested: "You say, if I go to his office to ask him questions, will he show his feet?"

Good fellow, you are going to pack yourself and send to Voldemort.Owen stared at Harry with the eyes of a warrior, making the other person's face more and more red.

"I think he'd be very happy to have you stuffed and framed on the wall," Draco said quietly, "and write 'Door Delivery Idiot' next to it."

"Okay, I admit that this method is a bit ridiculous." Harry scratched his head.

"No, actually I really want to see what he will do." Owen said with a half-smile.Harry Potter, who was thinking about it, sent him to the door and put on a seductive pose. He didn't believe that Voldemort would hold back from doing something.

Here we go again, Owen who is afraid of chaos... Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Okay, you'd better continue touching Professor Snape." Owen said with a light smile.

"I told you, it's not Pengci!" Harry emphasized.

"It's about scheming, stalking, and stalking..." Draco added, "I dare say, no one has ever dared to challenge the dean's patience like you. It's a miracle that he hasn't killed you yet." More than I expected."

These days, Harry has been paying attention to Professor Snape in different ways. "Accidentally" bumping into each other, pretending to fall, encountering love at a corner, falling on clothes... all kinds of outrageous methods have been tried, but Snape can always dodge it as expected, indifferent Watching Harry make a fool of himself, and at the same time not forgetting to attack him with a sarcasm.

The two have been battling wits and courage recently, and Harry's repeated defeats made him feel like he was on fire, but Snape's face was so gloomy that he was almost dripping water, and the eyes that looked at Harry all day seemed to have faded away. I couldn't help but want to say the death curse to him.

"Doesn't that just show that he's not Professor Snape? If he can't help himself and shoots at me in public, that's a good thing." Harry said confidently, which is what he did Purpose. "Something must have happened to the real dean, or else he wouldn't need to avoid me at all. I'm very close to the truth now! We have to save Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell from the ether society, as long as I Once the evidence is found, Professor Dumbledore will never stand idly by!"

"By the way, we have a party next, right?" Harry called Blaise, Daphne and Pansy, "Mr. Dumbledore taught me a very powerful technique, but I didn't quite understand it..." He blushed embarrassingly, and then said excitedly: "However, I learned a useful white magic."

Owen squinted at him, silently thinking about the several potions he had refined not long ago, as well as some advanced potions that Natasha had helped him get outside of school—because of his father's instructions, it was difficult for Owen to He got finished potions from the potions shop at home, but he himself has been too busy to study potions recently, but fortunately Natasha could buy them for him and send them over.

The study group gathered in an empty classroom on the second floor, listening to Harry stuttering about the spellcasting techniques Dumbledore had taught him.This should be an advanced method, which can make the release speed of the spell faster. In a duel, even a little faster can play a pivotal role.

However, this technique involves some knowledge that is obviously not accessible to young wizards of this age. Harry also rushed to the shelves, just reading the notes he took down in a daze, his eyes looked more dazed than the young wizards attending the class.

Owen pinched his chin with one hand and thought about it carefully. Harry's narration was really pointless and intermittent, and many key points were missing. He could only write down some points that he couldn't figure out for the time being, and planned to think about it carefully when he went back.Most of the others also looked dull and confused, only Hermione jotted down seven or eight pages of notes, more than three times more than Harry's notes.

It was the white magic that followed that made the little wizards come out of their discouragement.This is a healing spell, which can not only heal wounds quickly, but also has a certain effect on wounds caused by black magic. It is a life-saving spell at critical moments.

"It needs enough compassion or protective thoughts." Harry demonstrated to everyone, the tip of the wand in his hand bloomed with a soft white light, "Mr. Dumbledore said, the effect of this spell depends on our determination and will .When your heart is moving forward, it can do more than you can imagine."

Obviously, this should be specially selected by Dumbledore, a white magic that is not difficult to release but has a high upper limit.

Owen sat gracefully and lazily in the corner, resting his chin in one hand and squinting at the warm white light from Harry's wand, feeling that it was a bit dazzling.He listened silently to Harry telling the main points of the spell without reservation, and answered Hermione's continuous questions very patiently. Although he was a little overwhelmed, he was very serious.

"He can selflessly share the precious knowledge taught by Dumbledore with his friends. He is a guy with a pure heart." Owen was a little distracted.Such a person, as the protagonist of a fairy tale, is also speechless.

"It must be very interesting if such a person can be plunged into darkness." Owen's expression became a little strange, and a trace of deep malice flashed in his dark eyes.

"Hey, I actually had such an idea, was it influenced by Voldemort?" He turned and shook his head amusedly.He somewhat understood Voldemort's thoughts. The deeper a person fell, the more he wanted to drag down those who were still bathed in the sun.

Owen looked at Harry who seemed to be glowing all over, then looked down at his bloodless palm, and clicked his tongue lightly: "Forget it, this is good, I won't bully the honest boy."

He silently turned his head to look out the window at the sun that was about to dip into the mountains, with a calm expression.

In the following spell practice, Owen experienced the powerlessness of a scumbag for the first time.He was a quick learner in the previous life and this life, but he hit a wall in white magic. He was able to condense a certain amount of positive emotions, even if it was not very stable, but next he not only had to overcome the interference from his inner malice, but also had to surpass the black magic guarding this place. The obstacle of the mountain, the spell that was about to be cast several times was pressed back.

The other little wizards released the rudiments of this magic one after another. When Neville was almost finished, Owen managed to release a shallow white light, but he felt that this thing was harder than all the spells he had learned before. .

"Well done, Owen!" Harry made an encouraging gesture to him, looking happy from the bottom of his heart.It was the first time he had seen Owen stumped by something, maybe he was not very good at using the power of emotions to chant spells?That's right, Owen is usually too sensible, just like Hermione is not very good at it.

Owensheng leaned on the back of the chair unlovely, and said silently in his heart: "I hate white magic."

The little wizard at the side looked at him and blinked, feeling that black air was about to come out of him again.

After communicating again for a while, a group of people argued with each other excitedly, and went to the auditorium for dinner together.Only Draco managed to get back a round, proudly mocking Hermione who learned slower than him this time, but when Harry turned his head to comfort Hermione, Draco instantly seemed to become angry The puffer fish gave a heavy "hum".

In such a dull daily life, the weather is getting warmer.Owen also slowly finished his arrangement and took the suitcase out of the Room of Requirement.

"The final performance is about to begin." He whispered with a bright smile, "Then, please look forward to it gorgeously and accept it with gratitude."

(End of this chapter)