A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 115 The end of the show
The surface of the lake is ancient and calm, and the black water looks like thick and viscous asphalt, like the entrance to the abyss.There is silence in the ear, and in this emptiness, there is the crisp sound of water dripping again and again, echoing faintly, like a lonely and monotonous sonata.

Owen lay quietly on his back on the calm water, his eyes tightly closed, the dim light softly shone on his pale and delicate cheeks.This scene is dark but serene, peaceful and treacherous, like an elegant black and white oil painting, the people in the painting are as exquisite as angels, but as cold as devils.

The black surface of the water suddenly fluctuated gently, making this still painting dynamic.Circles of waves spread out layer upon layer on the surface of the water, as if some terrifying monster was shaking its body in the water.

A formless black mist emerged from the ripples on the water surface, floating in the air like thick ink dripping into the water, adding a strange and ominous atmosphere to this dark space.The black mist condensed into the shape of an illusory human face, showing an ecstatic expression to the little wizard lying on his back on the water, and then impatiently pounced on him, melting into his chest.

Owen frowned slightly on the cheeks with his eyes closed. He clearly felt an extremely evil dark force attacking his body. It was so cold that it seemed to freeze his internal organs. Eye.The mind felt a cold tingling and a sense of confusion, and the soul hidden in the deepest part of the body seemed to be slightly shaken, and then returned to calm.

The evil force was suddenly ejected from his body, and all the coldness and stinging pain disappeared in an instant, and the damp and cold room seemed to become warmer.

The ominous black mist was repelled by the invisible force, circling Owen with anger and reluctance, and then tried again in disbelief, but it still fell short.

Voldemort didn't understand why he couldn't possess the little wizard, the body he had carefully built for himself.What frightened him even more was the merciless counterattack of the soul force that bounced him back, making him, a formless ghost, feel the long-lost pain and trance, as if he was about to be broken.

This feeling made him dare not try again, but called Owen's name in a hiss, trying to wake him up from his lethargy.This little wizard who has completely belonged to the darkness under his guidance is not weak, he may be able to help him get the Philosopher's Stone...

"Owen, Owen, wake up... Owen Shafik..."

The hoarse and erratic voice echoed faintly in the closed room, and the tone became more and more anxious, but the little wizard on the water surface was still sleeping peacefully, as if under some spell of sleepiness, and did not respond.

You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. Mr. Voldemort must have lost his mind at the moment.

After calling for a long time, until the calm black water shook violently again, as if something was about to break through the water, Voldemort flew towards the exit angrily.He knew that K was chasing him, and although he didn't believe that K could catch himself in this state, he didn't dare to bet even if there was even the slightest possibility.

"I will definitely come back!" With boundless anger, hatred and confusion, he rushed out of the trap door along the exit and escaped from Hogwarts.

In the silent space, the shaking of the water surface gradually subsided, and nothing emerged from under the water.Owen continued to lie on the water for a while, and then suddenly opened his eyes, with a happy smile on his face.

"Farewell to the Dark Lord." He stretched his waist, stood firmly on the raft, and bowed slightly in the direction Voldemort left, as if he was making a curtain call for a performance, "Please, with endless confusion and regret, Continue your desperate wandering."

He was silent for a moment now, then shook his head and smiled.He had to dispel the idea of ​​Voldemort possessing him, lest the guy haunt him and come looking for him.

"You cheated me hard, and now I've paid it back, so we're even."

He pointed to the raft under his body with his wand, and let it carry him into the hidden door like an arrow from the string, and followed the staff passage to the final black room.

Looking at the lifeless body lying on the ground, Owen sighed softly, bowed and said, "Professor Quirrell, have a good journey."

Regardless of whether the other party's ending is self-inflicted or a helpless tragedy, he does not judge.Although as early as half a year ago, after Owen's plan was completed, he saw the end of the opponent today.

The several levels set by Owen are actually purposeful. The first three dangerous levels are to force Voldemort out, which is related to the success or failure of the final performance, because in the face of K, an annoying enemy, Quirrell may run away. Road, but Voldemort would definitely be inclined to kill each other, this is his character, but also his arrogance as the Dark Lord.

The maze of the fourth level is a level prepared by Owen to escape, and the fifth level is his bad taste, but it can also serve the purpose of further weakening the opponent.The last pass is the final stage.

The success of the plan seems to have a certain degree of coincidence, but in fact there is a large margin for error tolerance and operation, and Owen's own adaptability can also make up for a large part of the shortcomings.For example, if the first few levels fail to force Voldemort out smoothly, the subsequent levels can also play such a role. No matter how difficult it is to solve the method on the Sorcerer's Stone, the opponent will need to show up. This is multiple insurance.

For another example, if Owen fails to get out of the maze, he will continue to follow Voldemort and execute another plan to guide the other party to release the fatal spell.The result will not change, but Irving will bear part of the risk, but the risk is not that great.

Even if this plan ultimately fails, Owen has prepared another room as a stage.Melet will lure Harry there with the emblem of the Aether Society in his mouth. He has created the most favorable conditions for Harry. The mature face-hugger Harry will definitely give him the Aether that he has fantasized about for a long time. Learned enemies give a loving hug.

A qualified magician will definitely not only prepare one trick, but will calmly face the possibility of breaking the gang, and quickly complete the rescue without the audience noticing, or seamlessly connect to another trick, Keep up the great show.

Of course, if it still fails under such circumstances, Owen can only say that it is God's will, and then accept the fact.Even the greatest magician will always encounter irreparable moments of debauchery. At that time, he just bites the bullet and smiles to face the reality. Anyway, Owen has always had a good mentality. He can even accept this evil self calmly. Well, at least pretend to be more calm.

Owen took out the magic stone whose hidden means had been cracked from the corpse's pocket, stared at it for a while, and then placed it on the original stone platform.

"Fiendfire!" Owen uttered the spell, watching the corpse being burned into ashes in the flames.

After thinking about it, he took out a small bottle from his pocket, put the ashes in it, and then quickly left his box along the staff aisle.

In the room of the three-headed dog, Owen played the flute carelessly to lull the three-headed dog to sleep, and at the same time lifted his suitcase out of the hole of the trapdoor, restored the scene to its original state, and left quickly this room.

Amidst the annoyed growls of the three-headed dog that woke up, he read the three-piece suit of night tour to himself, carried the box in one hand and walked away from the restricted corridor, and snapped his fingers in a utility room.

"Wendy is at your service, master." A house-elf came into being with a snap, bowed deeply gracefully, and said in a shrill voice.Dressed in a clean and tidy bed sheet, she is only over two feet tall, with slender arms, and a pair of bright and big eyes on her big head like a pair of transparent glass beads.

"Wendy...how is it you?" Owen rarely lost control of his expression, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but took half a step back.This house elf belongs to the Shafik family, and most importantly, Wendy is the one he and his father had a crush on...

"Master told us to wait for your call tonight, Wendy volunteered to accept this task, Wendy hopes to serve the master!" said the house elf with an honored face, and bowed deeply to Owen again.

"Okay, take this box away." Owen rubbed his forehead, and handed the box to the other party, "Take it to the cave I mentioned, and you must hide it, you know?"

"Wendy understands, please rest assured, young master!" the house-elf said sharply, bowed respectfully again, and left with a "snap".

Owen took a deep breath, and the house-elf would help him take the Philosopher's Stone out of Hogwarts, and he would take it out after the limelight passed.He turned and left the utility room, and walked quickly outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Opening the door of the office familiarly, Owen went straight to a big black box in the corner, turned around and left with the box in his hands, followed several secret passages to the eighth floor, and hid the box in the room that he set up in the room on request. in the secret base.

"Then, that's the end of tonight's performance." Owen glanced out the window at the Forbidden Forest, which had returned to darkness, avoided the patrolling Mr. Filch with ease, bypassed several areas where cats and cats often wandered, and went smoothly. back into the Slytherin common room.

It wasn't too late, Harry and the others were whispering together, everyone had excited expressions on their faces.They have done great things secretly without telling everyone, and their current mood may be fearful, but they are more proud and excited.

Owen picked up Melet, who was happily running over, and sat beside the crowd quietly watching the tentacles of the giant squid flashing by in the lake outside the window, with a quiet smile on his face.

Melet rolled happily in his arms and even leaned over to kiss the tip of Owen's nose. She was also secretly enjoying what happened tonight.

It wasn't until the night was getting dark that Owen climbed into his bed and fell into a deep sleep amidst the soothing waves of the Black Lake.

Early the next morning, the students who had breakfast in the auditorium noticed the dignified atmosphere in the school.They were whispering about the fire in the Forbidden Forest last night, peeking at the heavy expression on Mr. Dumbledore's face, which he had hardly seen once in the past week, and Professor Snape's dark expression as if he was about to violently murder someone. Face.

Obviously, Dumbledore rushed back to Hogwarts overnight last night, and he didn't know how the representatives of the International Federation of Wizards who were left aside by him were feeling now.Well, what else can they do but be incapacitated and furious?They like to impeach their chairman, but most of them only want to make profits, and they never really want to remove Dumbledore...

Owen saw through the essence of politics early on. He ate a chicken sandwich unhurriedly, watching Dumbledore suddenly stand up from the guest table.

"Everyone, please be quiet first." Dumbledore raised his gloved right hand and said to everyone, "Because of the fire last night, I have to tell everyone that today's class can only be cancelled, please tell the professor We have a little time to resettle the homeless animals in the Forbidden Forest..."

Hermione sighed deeply, and put down her heavy schoolbag with a low expression.

"And, I regret to tell you that the fire last night may have something to do with our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Regardless of whether Professor Quirrell is in trouble or absconded in fear of crime, for the rest of this school year, we will The professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has to be replaced temporarily." Dumbledore paused, then squinted and smiled, "As for the candidate for the professor, please allow me to keep it a secret for the time being."

The little wizards began to whisper to each other, and the auditorium was filled with buzzing discussions.Whether it's the situation of Professor Quirrell or the substitute candidate for Defense Against the Dark Arts, they are all good topics for them to talk about.

After the breakfast time was over, Harry hurriedly told everyone, clutching the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket tightly, and chased Dumbledore out of the auditorium.

"Professor Dumbledore, I have something to tell you..." Harry caught up with him panting, then looked at Snape who was standing aside, hesitating to speak.

Dumbledore seemed to have just finished explaining something to Snape, and nodded to Snape.Snape glanced at Harry with an indifferent and strange gaze, and after seeing the hair on the other side, he tossed his robe and turned into the corridor on the other side.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Harry?" Dumbledore stared deeply into his eyes.

Harry waited for a while, until the sound of Snape's footsteps could no longer be heard, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Professor, I... I'm sorry, I took the Philosopher's Stone last night!" He took out the red stone in his pocket, looked at Dumbledore's expression uncomfortably, and then lowered his head anxiously.

Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes stared at the stone in Harry's hand through the half-moon glasses, his eyes flickered slightly, and his expression did not change at all.He said calmly and slowly, "May I know what happened yesterday?"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and told how he found out that people from the Aether Society had overheard Hagrid's words, and then expressed his reasoning and doubts: "I think the Aether Society must be doing things for Voldemort, and they want to get The Sorcerer's Stone brought Voldemort back and possibly kidnapped Professors Snape and Quirrell! They must be in danger!"

"I want to know, how did you pass those checkpoints?" Dumbledore nodded, and then smiled kindly, "That's really a remarkable thing."

"I..." Harry hesitated, wondering if he should mention his study group friends.

"You can tell the truth, Harry, I think those who are brave enough to help their friends don't deserve to be punished, do they?" Dumbledore winked at Harry, "ah, I'm glad someone got through My levels. You know, when a man lays down barriers, he expects them to stop anyone, and he always hopes that someone can get through..."

Harry gave a relaxed smile, and told all of last night's events in detail.

"Study group..." Dumbledore sighed with a smile. "You have a group of trustworthy friends, Harry. Well, why not enjoy an unexpected weekend with them?"

"Sir, the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry handed him the stone.

"I regret to tell you that this stone is probably fake." Dumbledore said, raising his hand and waving at the stone.

The stone shattered into several pieces with a snap in Harry's hands, revealing a carefully rolled note inside, with a small red ribbon tied to the outside. bow.

Harry stared dumbfounded at Dumbledore, then at the scraps and the note in his hand, tearing apart the note with trembling fingers.

He saw the emblem drawn on the top of the note at a glance, the familiar eye pattern with cross stars in the pupils, which is the symbol of the Aether Society.Harry looked at the writing below with a pale face: "Congratulations for winning the luxury travel voucher for a [-]-day tour of the Maldives. This event is sponsored by the Ether Society! Please choose your own time to take the transportation to your destination, and pay for your own food and accommodation. I wish you a great journey! happy~"

There is also a picture of a smiling face sticking out its tongue at the bottom.

Harry blushed with anger, when did they steal the real Philosopher's Stone?And what kind of prize is a travel voucher for food, lodging and travel at his own expense? Isn't this just letting him travel at his own expense?No, why is he traveling?

Dumbledore also saw the content of the note, showing a thoughtful look.

"Sir...I don't know..." Harry said awkwardly, trying not to slam the note on the floor.

"It's not your problem. They may have replaced the Philosopher's Stone before you broke through." Dumbledore shook his head and said with an unpredictable expression.

"But what about your friend, Monsieur Nicole Flamel?" said Harry anxiously.He didn't even want to think about the fact that Voldemort might be making a comeback.

"Ah, you still know Nicole?" Dumbledore smiled happily. "He and his wife have saved some elixirs, enough for them to sort things out. You may find it incredible, but for us For these older people, death is just going to bed after a long day. It’s going to be another great adventure.”

After watching Harry leave step by step, Dumbledore clasped his hands and suddenly turned his head and asked, "Severus, what do you think?"

Snape came out from the corridor he had left, and said sarcastically, "He was acting recklessly on the basis of his own imagination, and I hate to admit that he is a member of my house."

"But you have to admit that the kid's intentions are good. He's been worried about your safety these days, Severus." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes sparkling.

Snape looked at the direction Harry was leaving, and after a long time, he said in a low tone, "You're so stupid."

(End of this chapter)