A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 111 Through the Trapdoor Version 2.0
The ice-like potion permeated his whole body, insulating him from the scorching heat of the flames.With just one step, the two passed through the black flames unscathed and entered a huge room.The room is very empty, only a familiar mirror stands in the center of the room.

"Mirror of Erised?" Harry said in surprise.

"It seems that the mystery of this room is here, go and have a look." Owen said lightly.He quickly approached the magic mirror, and Harry followed behind with a vigilant expression, his eyes still scanning the empty room.

Standing in front of the mirror, Owen calmly stared at the scene in the magic mirror.The Mirror of Erised faithfully presented to him his most urgent desire now - to get the Philosopher's Stone.But he can't get it.

Harry was stunned for a moment, he saw himself in the mirror smiling mysteriously at him, and put a bright red stone into his pocket.At the same time, he also felt a slight weight in his pocket, as if something had really been put in it.

"What did you see?" Owen suddenly turned his head and tilted his head at him.

Harry instinctively looked into his pocket.

"Judging from your expression, you should have obtained the Philosopher's Stone?" Owen suddenly approached him with a meaningful smile on his lips, "Let me guess, it must be in your pocket!"

Harry watched blankly as Owen put his right hand into his pocket and took out the bright red stone.

"Ha, it really is here." Owen passed the bright red stone from his left hand to his right hand, then threw it high, looked it up in his hand, and then handed it to Harry.

"Can you read minds?" Harry joked nonchalantly, and took the Philosopher's Stone from Owen's open hand.He turned it over and over curiously, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "We have found it, let's go back quickly."

"Of course, it looks like I haven't played much role." Owen said with a smile.

"How come, thank you for being with me..."

The two came to the black flame together. Harry carefully tested it with the corner of his clothes, and after finding no harm, he closed his eyes and walked through the flame.Owen followed behind him, always with a faint smile on his face.

"Harry, Owen, you are back!"

"So fast! Did you get it?"

In the room where the potions were placed, several people quickly surrounded them, yelling at them.

Harry shook the bright red stone in his hand and grinned: "I found the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Can I have a look?" Draco looked at the stone with burning eyes. This is the legendary Philosopher's Stone.Others also cast extremely curious eyes.

"Of course." Harry handed the stone to Draco.

Draco played with the red stone in his hand fondly, and shook it vigorously, thinking that he would write a letter to Dad when he got home, maybe Dad could get the Sorcerer's Stone.Dumbledore deserved to be taught a lesson for bringing danger into the school recklessly.

"Big deal, then share the benefits with Harry and Owen equally." He was already thinking about how to divide the spoils.As for Hermione and Neville?go aside!
Facing Hermione's staring gaze at him like a burglar, Draco snorted dissatisfiedly, returned the Philosopher's Stone to Harry with some reluctance, and said slowly, "This is magic. Shi? It doesn't look like a big deal."

"I don't know...it doesn't look like it has any magic power." Hermione also took the Philosopher's Stone and studied it for a while, then handed it to Neville.

"That's how it was when I got it," said Harry. "It can't be fake, can it?"

"I don't know, this kind of powerful alchemy creations are all ordinary." Draco reverted to his old ways, and said arrogantly.

"Okay, let's go back quickly." Harry took the Philosopher's Stone handed back by Neville, carefully put it back in his pocket, and then picked up the large bottle of potion that he needed to drink back the way he came.

The group drank the potion, passed through the purple flame blocking the way without incident, passed through the room where the troll was unconscious, and passed through the chessboard and key array unimpeded, and came to the room where the devil's net was entrenched.

The devil's net waved the tentacles of the vine lively, lifted their bodies up and sent the group of people back to the trap door.Harry hurriedly played a flute, and the ferocious three-headed dog fell asleep again.

"Don't defend against the outside but not the inside? It's an interesting setting." Owen walked out the door behind everyone, took a deep look back, and then left the restricted area corridor.

"You've figured it out." Daphne and Blaise greeted them, heaved a sigh of relief, and then said solemnly: "The Forbidden Forest suddenly caught fire just now, and the fire was very intense. I'm afraid the professors have all gone to put out the fire... "

Everyone looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest through the windows. At this moment, the depths of the black forest had already ignited soaring flames, and the raging flames seemed to dye the dark sky orange.

"People from the Aether Society are about to act." Harry said nervously and excitedly, "but we have already succeeded!"

"How dare they burn the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione pursed her lips tightly, then nodded to Harry, dragged Neville upstairs, and said, "We should go back to the lounge, tonight Don't come out again, bye."

"Okay, let's meet again some other day." Harry beckoned everyone to go down the stairs.

Owen didn't follow, he quietly stared at the flames in the distance with no expression on his face.The flickering firelight was reflected in his dark eyes, adding a more violent and treacherous color to his pupils.

"You go back first, I have to go to the library." He said softly.

"Owen, can't you go another day? It's dangerous tonight." Daphne sighed.The others were not surprised either, because Owen often used the excuse of sneaking into the restricted area to sneak out in the middle of the night.

Harry also tried a few words of persuasion with deep helplessness, but he also knew that his persuasion was useless.In his opinion, Owen is like this, humbly accepting the teaching, and then resolutely refuses to change, and insists on going his own way.

"Okay, be careful, don't come near here again." Harry told him over and over again like an old woman, and then hurried to the common room with his companions.

Owen quietly listened to their footsteps going down the stairs until they could no longer be heard.He walked through the corridor for a while, then turned back to the corridor near the restricted area on the fourth floor, watching Melet come out of an empty room dragging a black suitcase much larger than her body.

"Thank you, Melet, my assistant." Owen knelt down and took the handle of the suitcase that Melet was biting, and gently stroked the head of the kitty with a smile.Melet squinted and rubbed against his palm, then stared quietly at his cheek with wide golden eyes.

Owen stood up with the suitcase in his hand, turned his palms, and a bright red stone appeared in his hands.

Magic stone!
Once something passes through the hands of a magician, who can guarantee that it is still the same?

As early as Owen was taking the Philosopher's Stone out of Harry's pocket, he swaggered to replace it right under Harry's nose.Although magical items such as the Sorcerer's Stone are difficult to replicate with the replication spell, it does not mean that Owen cannot prepare substitutes in advance.

Owen made the fake one more than a month ago. Although he has never seen the Sorcerer's Stone, some reference books generally have a certain introduction to the Sorcerer's Stone, although it is not very detailed.Owen only needs to make several fake magic stones of different materials, weights, and shapes in advance, and then replace it with the most similar fake after comparing it with the real one.

In fact, Harry didn't see and touch the real Philosopher's Stone with his own eyes. He just glanced at it in the Mirror of Erised. How could he remember the details of the Philosopher's Stone?He would only think that what Owen took out of his pocket and returned to him was the real Philosopher's Stone, after all, Owen's movements never left his sight.

Those little wizards who have passed the Philosopher's Stone will become witnesses, proving that the Philosopher's Stone that Harry took out is like this, and they can also help reduce Owen's suspicion, although Owen's suspicion is not that great.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." Owen stroked the stone in his hand with a half-smile, his eyes filled with mockery.

The Philosopher's Stone looked like an ordinary red stone, but it was a slightly transparent bright red as a whole, and the inside seemed to be filled with rich blood.The smooth surface does not look cold, but slightly warm.

Owen sized it up carefully, then quickly put a magic paper "coat" on the Philosopher's Stone, and handed it to Melet.Melet bit the Philosopher's Stone and wagged her tail gracefully, then jumped into Owen's open suitcase.

"Then, the children's time is over, and it's time for adults to play." Owen lifted the suitcase and walked towards the door of the restricted corridor with a smile on his face.

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The hands of the clock have already pointed to nine o'clock in the evening, and the flames in the Forbidden Forest have not been suppressed, and the fire lights up half of the sky, like a gorgeous and grand bonfire party.Thick streams of water visible to the naked eye flew into the fire from all directions, trying to prevent the fire from spreading. This was the effort made by the professors.

"Set fire to the Forbidden Forest, is Quirrell so stupid?" Well, he dared to single-handedly break into Gringotts, and it seemed nothing strange to burn the Forbidden Forest once in a while.

Owen stood by the window and watched this scene with a smile, while counting the time silently, until some hurried footsteps were coming up the stairs, getting closer.

He turned to face the approaching figure, his dark eyes were bottomless, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said in a calm and soothing tone, "Good evening, Professor Quirrell, you are three minutes late."

The hurriedly approaching figure was wearing a black robe, with a black wizard hat held down low, revealing only half of his pale and thin face, panting heavily, looking as if he was about to fall when a gust of wind blows like.

"All the professors are busy putting out the fire, we have enough time." Quirrell gave Owen a gloomy look.The little wizard in front of him just stood there quietly, still looking harmless to humans and animals, but the smile on his face was no longer the harmless and mischievous bright smile in the past, but a quiet and deep smile, as if With a hint of mockery, the dim light and shadow around him cast a dark temperament that was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it.

Ever since his physical condition began to take a turn for the worse and even had to start relying on unicorn blood, under tremendous psychological pressure, Quirrell's spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he seemed to be desperate for everything.But facing the little wizard in front of him, he still didn't dare to trust him, and was even extremely vigilant.

No one knows better than him what terrible guidance the Dark Lord has given to the little wizard in front of him. He has committed the crime of murder at a young age, coupled with the influence and erosion of black magic, he can't imagine how the other party's heart will be... What is it twisted into.But there is no doubt that this seemingly normal little wizard must have become a crazy guy, and even more so because of his young age.

Owen naturally didn't know what Quirrell was imagining, but nodded slightly, slowly clasped his hands in front of him, and asked peacefully, "Where's Professor Snape?"

"I'm afraid he is following 'me' around Knockturn Alley." Quirrell sneered, making no effort to hide his complacency and disdain.

"Okay, then are you sure that Dumbledore won't come back halfway?" Owen slowly pulled out his clarinet, tilted his head to look at it for a while, pointed at it with his wand, and cast the Transformation Charm, turning it into a Take the deep black violin.

Owen liked music very much in his previous life, and his favorite and best instrument was the violin. He thought it would be better to use the violin next.

"Dumbledore went to the United States, even if he learned the news here, it would be too late for him to come back." Quirrell squinted at Owen's actions.

"How did you affect the decision-making of the International Federation of Wizards?" Owen asked curiously, and the two entered the restricted corridor together.

"I just cast the Imperius Curse on a representative of a country I met by chance during the holidays. As long as it is unexpected, it is not difficult. I learned a lot of news from him, including his plan to impeach Dumbledore... I just asked him to bring it up in advance." Quirrell said lightly.

"Then other thoughtful people responded and promoted it naturally, and things naturally became like this." Owen nodded, and gently plucked the strings with his fingertips.

"Tsk, the tone is not accurate, it's a bit uncomfortable." He murmured.The timbre of the deformed violin is a little off, but it seems that there is no time to tune it now, because the door that shuts the three-headed dog is close at hand.

Quirrell raised his wand and pointed it at the door in front of him. Owen looked away from his violin and said softly, "Have you really thought about it, Professor Quirrell? It's too late to turn around and leave now."

Quirrell's hands froze, and then he said in a gloomy tone: "It's too late, I have no choice, and neither do you."

Owen looked at him with deep eyes, and suddenly pursed his lips into a smile, looking peaceful and beautiful.He said in a clear and deep voice: "Maybe." Then you have no chance.

The door opened slowly, facing the angry roar of the three-headed dog, Owen put the violin on his shoulder, and played Mozart's "Requiem" gracefully, and the quiet and solemn melody slowly drifted away.

Just as the meaning expressed in the first sentence of the Requiem lyrics: Lord, please grant them eternal rest.

The three-headed dog slowly fell to the melodious music, closed its eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.The two jumped through the hole in the trapdoor, falling downward in the icy air.

Owen's figure was suddenly enveloped in an ominous black mist in mid-air, and a light black cloak fluttered behind him, as if spreading black bat wings.His rapidly falling body slowly froze in mid-air, and then followed another falling figure to glide silently and gracefully.He watched the other party cast a spell on him to reduce the shock and stop the speed, and finally fell into complete darkness.

Owen was quietly suspended in mid-air, staring high above at the figure hidden in the darkness. Under the tall black top hat, the corners of his white mouth were raised as if he was joking with all living beings.

With a slight "plop", Owen knew that the opponent had landed.It was dark all around, except for a small spot of light at the entrance above, there was no light in this room.

"Professor Quirrell, how are you?" Owen asked after lighting up his wand.His voice seemed cold and hollow, echoing layers upon layers in the room.

"Devil's net, it's just a trick." The other party's voice came, and then the raging flames shot up into the sky, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Under the flickering orange flames, the devil's net spread on the ground quickly twisted and retracted, avoiding the light and heat of the flames.At the same time, the whole picture of the room was displayed in front of their eyes.

In addition to the dark devil's net growing on the slippery ground, there are also some flaming-looking Nepenthes-like plants scattered around. Under the light of the fire, these "Nepenthes" began to turn red and swell rapidly , and some even started to emit sparks and thick smoke.Exquisite murals were carved on the slippery walls around. As the devil's net climbing on it quickly shrunk, the vines also uprooted several plants with green leaves and human-shaped roots. They hung in midair like sunny dolls swaying.

"Night Burning Grass and Mandrake, damn it!" Quirrell hurriedly extinguished his own flames, but it was too late.

Nightburn is a plant that lives in the dark like a devil's web and explodes violently when it encounters light, and the mandrake's cry is deadly.

Owen instantly extinguished his lighting spell, and while flying high, he put on the enchanted earplugs in preparation.As soon as he finished his actions, a burst of crackling explosions began, and the ground that had returned to darkness was flooded by violent flames, and the red smoke rising around had a pungent smell.

At the same time, the uprooted Mandrake burst into tears, and the shrill and sharp cries echoed and superimposed in the closed room, making Owen, who was wearing earplugs, feel dizzy for a while.

"My first greeting, I don't know if you are satisfied, Professor?" Owen whispered to himself in a piercing cry, with the corners of his mouth raised happily, "The breakthrough just now was too childish, this is like an adult game."

That's right, this is not Dumbledore's level, but Owen's level.

You only need to put the suitcase with the infinite extension spell in the hole of the trapdoor in advance, and get stuck somewhere in the passage. During the fall, they will only reach the inside of the box.

And here, there is the stage that Irving has carefully crafted after more than half a year.

Owen couldn't sneak into the trapdoor under Dumbledore's nose to make his own arrangements, and it was too late to do it temporarily tonight, so he directly changed the battlefield and set the game in his home field.

The charm of magic is that a magician will spend months, a year or even ten years preparing to present a fascinating trick to the audience.

"Then, welcome to Owen's Happy Magic House." Owen announced calmly.

(End of this chapter)