A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 129 What I learned about the Room of Requirement
Although Lockhart's joining has caused a lot of trouble for Hogwarts, but with Peeves joining the battle, Lockhart has been played hard a few times and lost face.When he was once again painted black by a pot of ink that fell from the sky, he ran back to his office screaming without finding the culprit, only his teeth were still dazzlingly white.

Since then, it is difficult to see him in the corridors of the school.He loved shutting himself in his office, talking to the little witches who came for "counseling" about his extraordinary achievements, and taking the trouble to sign autographs and reply letters to his fans.

Without Lockhart's ubiquitous presence, many people began to miss the fun he brought.

On the Wednesday of the second week of school, after a day of lessons, Harry and Draco hurried to the Quidditch pitch with their broomsticks in their hands, nervously and expectantly.They are going to try out Quidditch players there.

"I wish you all your wishes come true." Owen curled up in an armchair in the common room and waved his hands lazily.Melet in his arms waved his front paws with the same expression as him, and yawned big.

"It's impossible for the two of them to get what they want, because they both want to be Seekers. Let's see, I'll bet on Harry." Blaise spread his hands and was ready to take a look.He's not keen on being a Quidditch player, but he likes to join in the fun.

"I think it will be Draco." Pansy brushed her half-length hair, and ran out of the stone door of the lounge in a hop.Of course she was going to cheer for Draco too.

Seeing the figures of several people disappear behind the stone wall, Owen and Daphne, who also didn't want to join in the fun, smiled at each other, and then squinted their eyes at the bright and lively fire in the fireplace.

"Owen, what are you thinking?" Daphne rested her chin on one hand and looked at the bottom of the lake with swaying aquatic plants outside the window, and fish occasionally flitted leisurely in the dark green lake water.She sat there quietly, her long golden hair hanging down her shoulders like flowing gold.

"I'm not thinking about anything, I'm in a daze." Owen said with a rare empty-headed tone.

"Really? It's good." Daphne turned her head and blinked her beautiful blue eyes at him, with a bright smile on her face, "A while ago... I don't know when, I always It feels like you are being chased by something, becoming urgent and busy, and becoming completely different from before. It’s better like this.”

"Do you think I've changed?" Owen turned his head and looked at her, with a faint smile on his pale and delicate cheeks.The dark eyes seem to lead to a dark and magnificent abyss, seeming to suck the soul of a person into it.

"Yeah, I always stay out of the crowd and become very distant, making it hard for people to see." Daphne involuntarily looked away, "What I want to say is that if you really encounter something If we don’t, we won’t stand idly by.”

"I know." Owen turned his head and continued to stare at the jumping flames, an ominous black mist flashed in his clear eyes, "but now I feel fine."

He suddenly leaned on the back of the chair with his hands on the back of his head, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, you are not always busy? Is your father putting too much pressure on you? Do you feel too tired? ?”

Daphne was stunned for a moment, then she lowered her eyes and looked at her clasped hands: "I don't know..." A trace of indiscernible fragility flashed in her always wise and calm eyes, as well as a daze of bewilderment.

As the eldest daughter and heir of the Greengrass family, she has a stern and strong father, a gentle and somewhat weak mother, and a younger sister who was born with a blood curse and was doomed to die young.At a young age, she shouldered the expectations of the family early on, learned to be a reliable sister in front of her younger sister, learned how to deal with people, and learned to weigh the pros and cons like an adult.

"Since the blood curse inherited from the family was detected on Astoria, my mother was very sad, and she didn't want to give us a younger brother or sister. Dad was not very happy, but he loved his mother very much, so it was just more Strictly teach me..." Daphne said softly, her blue eyes showing a blue color under the green light.

"Astoria's body is very weak, but she is very strong. Everyone is very gentle to her...and guilty." She looked at the lake outside the window again, "I often feel indebted to her, if I can, I really hope that the person with the blood curse is me. But sometimes, I even envy her, who can live the life she wants without any worries..."

"Oh, I became a little sentimental when I said that." Daphne let out a breath suddenly, and blinked with a smile, "Actually, we have a very good relationship, and she should be able to enter school next year. In order to set a good example for her, I Of course we can’t fall too far behind you.”

Seeing the little girl stubbornly puffing up her immature cheeks, trying to make herself appear mature and reliable, Owen propped her cheeks with one hand, and suddenly laughed softly.He raised his hand to touch the soft hair on top of Daphne's head, and said gently: "You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself, Daphne, you can try to do what you like."

His empty right hand turned over, and a delicate blue paper flower quietly appeared in his palm, and he inserted it between Daphne's hair.

"You just think too much. Don't rush to take on so many responsibilities. There is still a long time in the future. I believe that your parents must also want you to be happy, as long as they love you." Owen skillfully plays the intimate The image of the big brother, "Or do you think they don't love you enough? Or you are not as important as family inheritance in their eyes?"

"Of course not!" Daphne blurted out.Immediately afterwards, she was slightly taken aback, and then she looked at him and smiled, her beautiful eyes were shining brightly, like the sparkling waves on the surface of a lake.

She turned her head with flushed cheeks, her right hand carefully touched the paper flower on her head, her eyes were fixed on the tentacles of the giant squid that flashed by outside the window, and she said softly after a long time: "Thank you, Owen, No one has ever said that to me."

"Maybe it's because you've never told anyone what's on your mind before." Owen squeezed Melet's two front paws with a smile, playing with it like a beckoning cat, "Actually, as long as you want to Open your heart and you will always find that there are many people willing to listen and help you... just like you said to me, didn't you?"

"Yeah." Daphne replied sullenly, then looked at him suddenly, blinked her eyes slyly and said: "Speaking of which, you never told me your troubles at all, and you were almost perfunctory again .”

"When will you open your heart to me?" She looked at Owen sincerely.

"It'll be a while." Owen said haha.Melet, who was annoyed by his teasing, jumped up and patted his left cheek with a paw, imprinting a pink plum blossom mark on it.

Daphne laughed with a "puchi", she stretched out her hand to tease the kitten Lizi who raised her head high, but she was pinned down by a paw.The sharp claws bounced out of the soft pads and pressed against the back of her hand as a threat.

Even though Melet is only the size of an ordinary house cat, she is a magical creature after all, and even if she doesn't scratch people to pieces, she can still slap people.

"Ha, well, I'm going out to practice the spell." Owen picked up Melet and strode out of the lounge.Daphne stared blankly at his fast-moving back, her lips pursed slightly.

Owen walked through the stone wall of the lounge, left the cold and damp dungeon along the dark and dark corridor, and then walked through several secret passages with ease, and came to the Room of Response on the eighth floor.

He skillfully entered Ravenclaw's secret room, greeted Metis first, then picked up the books on the bookshelf as usual, and quickly copied them in the space facing the wall.

The books in this secret room are protected by a spell, and cannot be taken out of here, nor destroyed.Every time Owen leaves here, the books will be placed in their original positions, and all traces of his coming here will be erased.

This kind of magic is cleverly connected with the mysterious magic power of the Room of Requirement itself. Unless the House of Requirement is destroyed, this secret room will exist like this forever, waiting for the successors to visit forever.

The speed of using the wall space to copy these magical books is not fast. While using the spell skillfully, Owen was thinking about other issues.

The wall space has not launched this year's connection point collection port, that is to say, this year's moth thing has not yet appeared.I don't know what will happen this year, and I don't know who will be unlucky. Anyway, after experiencing the huge pit of the truth fax machine, Owen has no fear, and even looks forward to it.

Well, as long as it's not him who's having fun this year.

Then there's the matter of magic.Last year, Owen learned the mental strength training method left by Ravenclaw. After persistent training, his mental strength grew slowly but firmly.But during the Christmas holidays, after his mental strength had grown strangely and abruptly due to feedback from black magic, he found that the effect of this exercise method had weakened a lot.

Until now, the effect of the mental strength training method has reached its limit and completely lost its effect.Owen's level of magic power is probably fixed at a level similar to that of many elite Aurors, and it should be far behind the Hogwarts deans.

The strength of magic power is difficult to define with specific standards, and Owen can only make a rough comparison like this.But there is no doubt that whether it is Dumbledore or Voldemort, their level of magic power must be at a higher level, and they may even have experienced some kind of qualitative change.But Owen can only guess. After all, there are too few relevant descriptions in the books, so he can only explore by himself.

"Magic power..." Owen sighed with some headaches.The future plot has been completely unknown, and he must strengthen himself faster to deal with the inevitable chaos in the future.Without a certain level of strength, let alone stand on your own at that time, even if you want to seek refuge in any party, it will not be safe.

To become stronger, he can learn stronger spells and study the advancement of spells.But in the final analysis, magic power is the foundation of everything. It not only determines whether wizards can release certain advanced spells, but also increases the strength of the spells.

"But how to improve the level of magic power? It is difficult to improve willpower, so we can only continue to focus on spiritual power. Research new mental power training methods in the space facing the wall? Or black magic deformation?" Owen was thinking blankly.

He didn't object to performing black magic transformation on himself, and he wasn't afraid that it would make him unrecognizable, because a wizard with enough knowledge always had countless ways to avoid such side effects.As for why Voldemort became like that, it can only be said that he was seeking mercy, and he must be very happy to destroy his appearance that is very similar to his Muggle father.

After silently copying some of the books, Owen suddenly asked, "Metis, have any other heirs appeared here recently?"

Metis said in a humming tone: "I will not reveal any news about the successor."

"Okay." Owen pouted, and left here.

He wandered outside the walls of the Room of Requirement three times, thinking to himself: "I want a room to hide things..."

A door appeared on the wall. Owen pushed it open, stepped over the threshold, and entered a huge room like a church.The items hidden here by the people of the past generations have been piled up into high walls, making this place like a city full of high walls.

There are rickety piles of broken furniture, thousands of books, mountains of contraband and frozen potions, hats, cloaks, brooms, rusty swords and bloodstained greataxes .

Owen walked slowly between the high walls where things were piled up, picking up an old book from time to time to look through it.Most of the books here are extra-curricular readings, and there are also some interesting books, which he copied into the space facing the wall.

When he turned into an alley among the treasure piles, a dark figure suddenly appeared on the opposite side.Owen instinctively pulled out his wand in an instant, thick black mist filled his eyes, and the person on the opposite side retreated abruptly, slamming into the tall pile of books behind him.A pile of books slid down from the top of the rickety pile, burying the figure inside.

"Ouch!" The figure let out a muffled cry, and managed to get his head out.Only then did Owen see what he looked like, he was one of the Weasley twin brothers.

"Are you Fred or George?" Owen asked with a natural smile on his face as he waved the wand in his hand, making the book on the other person float.

"Frey...well, I'm George." George hurriedly got up from under the pile of books, rubbing his painful shoulder, "Thank you."

"Why are you alone?" Owen said in a chatty tone with a smile, playing with the wand in his hand.

"Huh, Fred's got a stomach bug. You know, everybody's got a bit of an old bug," said George, hesitantly.

"So... are you really having a conflict?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "I heard from Ginny that you two seem to be finally on the road to settle accounts between brothers?"

"Ginny... oh, Merlin's pants!" Mentioning Ginny, George frowned with some headache, "I don't know how much she told you, but listen, don't look for that so-called Ravenclaw Crowned! It's faulty!"

"What do you mean?" Owen asked blankly, as if he didn't understand why the topic jumped to the crown.

"I don't know, it's all messed up anyway!" George paced up and down irritably, "Since we got and sold that crown... Fred has changed, his attitude has changed. Although this change is very subtle, we have been inseparable since we were young, and I can feel the change in him. I don’t know if he secretly wore that crown.”

"Ron has changed too, like a different person... Well, I admit, Fred and I put that damned crown on his head that night!" George rubbed his face, "Percy Changed, too, after he bought the diadem with a girlfriend he probably hasn't yet gotten. Ginny, I don't know if she's changed too, but she's been sorted into Slytherin..."

"I'm sure it's not some Ravenclaw diadem! It's more likely to be a horrible dark magic item. I managed to get rid of Fred today, and here's where we found it, see See if there are any clues about it here." George suddenly paused, and turned to stare at Owen.

He asked excitedly, "You know it's here! How did you get the news?"

"Uh...you know, that mantra fax machine." Owen made an excuse casually.

George sighed in disappointment. "Well. Anyway, if you find the diadem, don't wear it!"

Owen nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "Why don't you seek help?"

"Who would believe such a thing?" George rolled his eyes. "Without any evidence, just my intuition? Even my parents think it's all just a puberty annoyance... damn puberty."

After finishing speaking, he lost interest in chatting, waved his hands and strode towards the exit of the Room of Requirement.

Owen stared at his back, his eyes flickering faintly.He slightly raised the wand in his hand, then lowered it again.

He walked in the direction where George came, and after wandering around, he returned to the exit door without finding any clues.He was about to reach out to open the door, but the door in front of him opened by itself, and a familiar person hurried in, as if George had gone and returned.

"Oh!" The person who walked in exclaimed in shock, and then raised his hand to cover his chest.

Owen looked at him, and suddenly smiled and said hello: "Good afternoon. Are you Fred or George?"

"George... well, I'm Fred." The guy in front of him closed the door behind him and spread his hands.

"Don't tell me you came in to resell items again? Or, did you find that crown?" Owen said with a normal expression, "I've already prepared the Galleon..."

"Listen, if you find that crown, stay away from it! It's not a good thing." Fred's playful expression turned serious in an instant, "Because of it, everything around me is wrong. People have changed... and so has George, although it looks like it's normal, but I can tell! He must have been wearing that tiara secretly, I knew it, just like Ron."

"I managed to get George away, and I planned to come over to look for clues to the crown." He suddenly looked at Owen and said, "By the way, how did you know it's here?"

"The truth fax machine." Owen smiled.

Fred shrugged regretfully, then slipped between the high walls of piled items.

Owen squeezed the wand in his hand tightly, so he couldn't hold back from casting the Imperius Curse on him.He didn't know which of the two was lying, who had a problem, or both, or both?Judging from their words, there must be something wrong with Ron who wore the crown, but who knows if this is true or not?
"Hehe, things are getting interesting." He chuckled, took a deep look into the depths of the Room of Requirement, and then left.

(End of this chapter)