A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 134 Horcrux
The time has entered October, and the wet and cold air permeates the field, and the continuous rain is even more icy cold.

There was a sudden flu epidemic in the school, which made the school doctor, Madam Pomfrey, in a hurry.Fortunately, her refreshing potion had an immediate effect, but the rainy days had made people's mood less clear, and even Professor Snape was more diligent in deducting points from Gryffindor.

Owen accidentally fell for the trick. When he sneezed in the auditorium, Madam Pomfrey, who was not incompatible with influenza, caught him on the spot and forcibly downed a glass of refreshing medicine.Smoke was coming out of his ears for the next few hours, and his pale cheeks turned a bright pink.

It stands to reason that after experiencing a black magic transformation last year, coupled with the influence of Voldemort's weird potion, Owen's physical condition has undergone some changes, and he should be less prone to colds.Now this situation makes him wonder if the diary has secretly absorbed his vitality, but he usually guards against death, and Tom should not take advantage of it—whether it is him or not, anyway, Owen silently wrote it down for him in his heart a sum.

During this period of time, the relationship between Owen and Tom "heated up sharply", and it seems that they have become good friends who talk about everything.The two of them really got along well. Whether Owen raised questions about studies or talked about some boring trifles, Tom was able to answer the conversation, and he was able to make pertinent suggestions, and he was well-informed and interesting, which made people feel very comfortable.

It has to be said that Tom is really good at making himself popular with anyone.If Owen didn't already know his details, he might also be confused and regard the other party as a confidant-just imagine, who can refuse a considerate friend that can be carried with him?
Of course, Owen has always had a popular charm.He showed Tom the image of an excellent little Slytherin wizard, smart and studious, elegant and calm, calm and self-possessed, knows how to judge the situation but not timid, and will give the other party full understanding and respect, just like a most caring friend.

So, the two guys with different thoughts showed their most charming side to each other, carefully hid their sharp claws, and danced gorgeously in the music called false, just waiting for the moment when they saw each other.

Owen's life is very peaceful, but that doesn't mean the same is true for everyone else.To be honest, the magic world has been full of headlines recently, and the entertainment life of wizards has become more colorful.

Since that confinement, Draco has been all about fighting Lockhart.After writing a lot of letters to his family to get his father to fire Lockhart but failed, he began to use his pocket money to buy some newspaper writers and let them spare no effort to write black articles. lockhart.

Under Draco's interference, wizarding publications such as "Wizard Weekly" and "Wizard Today" are full of Lockhart's black material, and even the "Daily Prophet" has begun to appear. Chu's rumors.Some people who were already dissatisfied with Lockhart or had a competitive relationship also jumped out to add fuel to the flames, and the momentum gradually began to be unstoppable.

Lockhart's fans were naturally not to be outdone, and the two sides set off a vigorous scolding battle in related publications, which enriched the entertainment life that wizards lacked, and greatly stimulated the sales of various newspapers and periodicals. Even the number of owls flying in the sky every day has increased several times. It is said that a rare "crash" accident happened in the air to the owls who were tired of delivering letters.

The Quibbler, which has always been filled with all kinds of weird remarks, is not to be outdone, claiming that Gilderoy Lockhart is actually the drummer of a certain goblin band, and that he mixed into the wizarding world to subvert the rule of the Ministry of Magic and lower the status of wizards. IQ... Interestingly, this kind of rhetoric has unexpectedly been sought after by many wizards, and the sales of "The Quibbler" have skyrocketed.I have to say that goblins are really unpopular.

Lockhart, who has been riddled with all kinds of scandals, has been in a state of distress recently. Letters flood his office every day, there are comforting letters from fans, questions and threats from black haters, and a lot of yelling letter.The disgraced Lockhart refused to accept any letters for the first time, and even the bright smile on his face was dimmed all the time.

Draco, on the other hand, became more and more complacent, leading Crabbe and Goyle around in front of Lockhart's office all day long.It's a pity that Lockhart always locked himself in the office and didn't notice Draco's bravado, otherwise he would be so angry that he would recite dozens of forgetting spells for him.

Harry, who had been entangled all this time, finally got rid of Lockhart's mental pollution. His campus life finally got back on track, and he didn't hear any murmurs of unknown meaning in the castle.Just when he was happily preparing to embrace the peaceful and peaceful daily life, he was caught off guard and admitted to the school hospital.

During a Quidditch practice in early October, Harry lost control of his broomstick in mid-air, sending him straight into the wall at the edge of the Quidditch pitch.His cheek had an intimate contact with the stone wall, and an expression pack was printed on the wall. Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey was able to rejuvenate and finally saved his nose.

However, the broomstick he had only used a few times was not spared. It was directly smashed into pieces by the fence, and it was too shabby to use it to sweep the floor.

On this day, Owen and Draco came to the school hospital to visit him. As soon as they opened the door of the ward, they saw Harry sitting on the hospital bed, caressing his broken broomstick with a sad face. And melancholy, the eyes are moist, as if remembering the lost lover.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, Harry turned his head instinctively. Facing the people standing blankly at the door, his resentful and affectionate idiot expression suddenly became expressionless.As if nothing had happened, he threw the fragments of the broom in his hand to the floor, then lay down smoothly, pulled up the quilt to cover his face, as if no one had seen the situation just now.

"Hahaha..." Blaise covered his stomach and laughed on the spot, "Don't hide it, Harry, everyone knows that you take your broom as a lover!"

"Look, don't you want to use the broomstick that my father subsidized for the academy team?" Draco raised his chin, "You can use it as your own...but remember to take good care of it, otherwise I will find you You lost money."

"My broomstick won't go out of control for no reason, someone must have put a curse on it!" Harry stopped pretending to be dead, lifted the quilt covering his face, and abruptly changed the topic.

"Gryffindor's revenge, I guess," said Draco slowly. "You know, they were crushed by us not long ago..."

"Impossible, the person who plotted against me must want me to die!" Harry said, "People in Gryffindor wouldn't do such a heavy hand." He raised his hand and touched his strong nose, almost At one point he would lose it entirely.

"Besides, it's not easy to interfere with the broomstick. It requires a sufficiently advanced level of magical attainment, which ordinary students can't do." Blaise nodded in agreement.

"Owen, can you do it?" Harry looked at Owen who was leaning silently by the door, and suddenly asked curiously.He has never figured out Owen's level of strength, as if nothing can stop him.

"Why do you ask me this?" Owen raised his eyebrows, and then said indifferently, "It's probably possible." He does have a lot of means to do it, such as his "convergence as one" and his recently learned Several spells.

"Instead of being curious about this, why not think about who is going to harm you." He waved his hand with a smile.

The few little wizards in the room started to speculate about this matter without nutrition, until they were interrupted by a "click".I saw Colin Creevey leaning outside the window, holding up a camera to secretly take pictures, and when he saw that everyone looked over, he immediately ran away without looking back, his movements were so proficient that it was not the first time he did this.

"Colin..." Harry knocked off the bed speechlessly, he really had nothing to do with this little fan.

When Owen and the others walked out of the ward, they met Ginny in the corridor who came to visit.The little girl was wandering outside hesitatingly with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

"Harry, your little girlfriend is here to see you!" Blaise shouted with a smirk.

Ginny froze suddenly and gave him a hard look, but her cheeks were as red as her hair.

"Hmph." Draco snorted arrogantly, raised his chin and commented in a neutral way: "Harry's eyes are really not very good."

"It's better than someone who just grunts like a pig all day." Ginny retorted unwillingly, then tossed her hair and strode into the ward.

"Her!" Draco rolled his eyes angrily.

"Okay, let's go." Owen shook his head funny, and dragged Draco away with Blaise.

After returning to the common room, Owen stared at the flames in the fireplace for a while, then took out Tom's diary from his pocket and began to write on it.

"Tom, I want to ask you something." Time for a showdown.

"I'd be more than happy to answer your questions, as long as I know." Tom's answer was still so understanding.

Owen rested his left hand on his chin, smiled and pondered for a moment, and wrote in beautiful fonts: "Tom, I want to ask you if you know... Horcruxes."

This time, Tom was silent for a long time, so long that Owen almost thought he would never speak again.It wasn't until Melet, who was lying on the table, started yawning and scratching her neck with her hind legs, that a lot of writing slowly appeared on the blank page: "This is not a subject of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Ah, I didn't quite understand what I read in a book, so I wanted to ask you." Owen wrote slowly, with a faint smile on his lips.

Tom was silent for a while, and the black font that emerged again appeared stiff and cold, not as graceful and smooth as before: "Since when did you know, Owen?"

"what do you know?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid!" The diary suddenly flipped as if blown by a strong wind, and a wave of magic power suddenly burst out, as if it wanted to suck everything around it into it.

However, the surrounding environment has not changed in any way, and the suction of the diary seems to only appear in Owen's senses.He felt a strong dragging force pulling his consciousness forward, his body seemed to leave the chair, and he fell forward into a swirling color, light and shadow.

Owen's body fell down on the table all of a sudden, with his head resting on the diary, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.Melet, who was on the side, jumped up and rubbed his head against his cheek, but did not wake him up.The kitten lizi hesitated for a moment, and the golden cat pupils looked at the diary on the table, then she opened her mouth and bit the corner of the diary, and threw it into the flames of the fireplace neatly...

After feeling that his feet were on the hard ground, Owen opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings, and found that he was standing in a huge empty space, with darkness in all directions.There wasn't any light here, but it didn't prevent him from seeing everything around him clearly.

"I didn't expect Tom to have such abilities?" He frowned, and instinctively reached for his wand, but found nothing.He looked down at his right hand, wisps of black mist emerged from his palm following his will.

Owen clenched his fists, closed his eyes and felt the space facing the wall, a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the environment with his hands behind his back Shi Shiran.

A tall and slender figure slowly approached from a distance, and only when he got closer did Owen see his appearance clearly.He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a Slytherin school robe, with shiny black hair, pale face, handsome enough to make little witches scream.

"Tom?" Owen waved his hand with a smile.Sure enough, only such a villain would make Yangou couldn't help wanting to betray the camp.

Tom just squinted at him quietly, and said softly, "Now, go on with our conversation, Owen. When did you know about this?"

"Know what?" Owen asked innocently.

"Horcrux." Tom looked him up and down coldly.

"I'm just asking if you know this term. Why are you so impatient? Wait, is your... diary a Horcrux?" Owen looked at him in horror, and took a step back.Although acting seems unnecessary in the current situation, teasing each other will always make people feel good.

Tom's expression was still cold, with a look of "you can believe it or not".He paused, and suddenly said: "Forget it, no matter how you know, anyway, after today, you won't remember anything."

"Can you clear my memory?" Owen tilted his head, "Are you sure you can do it in your current situation?"

"This is my world, you can't use any magic." Tom smiled gracefully and proudly, and a wand slowly appeared in his palm, "Although I don't have much power now, and the means I can use are limited, I can only Roughly tear your consciousness apart, maybe you will forget more things, and I will fall into a long sleep because of it..."

"Still, it's all worth it to keep the secret, right?" Tom's voice was low and magnetic, tinged with coaxing.

"Then why not kill me? Dead people can keep secrets best." Owen suggested seriously, "Oh, I see, if I die, your diary will definitely be sent to Dumbledore ...even, you don't even have the ability to kill me right now."

"You are very smart, Owen, I admit, you are very similar to me." Tom looked at him with some regret, "It's a pity, it's rare to meet a person who is not so stupid."

"Then why don't we cooperate? What's the benefit of losing both?" Owen said with a smile.

"It's a tempting proposal, but the secret of the Horcrux cannot be known to the second person." Tom said slowly, raising the wand in his hand to Owen.

Looking at the tip of the staff that was close at hand, Owen showed a bright smile instead.What he is least afraid of is the magic of consciousness. Of course, this does not mean that he wants to experience it.

A cold and ominous black mist emerged from his body, and almost instantly condensed into an evil black shadow in front of him, rushing towards Tom suddenly.The wide back of the black cloak fluttered in mid-air, as if it wanted to cut open the surrounding space and make this dark world unstable.

Tom was caught off guard but swiftly stepped aside, watching the scene with a surprised expression.Owen didn't control the Black Demon Guard to continue the attack, but let it float by his side.The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually changed from tense to peaceful.

"Dark Guardian..." Tom finally looked at Owen seriously, as if he had just met the little wizard in front of him for the first time. "I didn't expect you to have completed this magic. It's amazing. It seems that I have always underestimated you."

"Do you want to continue to deal with me? I don't mind trying to see if it can destroy you." Owen said jokingly with a smile, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with endless malice, "After all, it is very good at dealing with souls, and you seem to be It won't last long." He had already reached a closer connection with the Dark Guardian, whether it was at the level of thinking or soul, which is why he was able to summon it here.

Speaking of which, he would also like to thank Voldemort for his teaching.

Tom's expression became serious, and then became calm again.He dissipated the wand in his hand into the air, and said softly: "Very well, then we can have a good talk. I have always believed that only equal parties are qualified to negotiate. Maybe you don't know, without me With your permission, you will never leave here..."

Before he finished speaking, Owen waved to him and said, "I'm sorry, I have to go out to appease my cat first, and we'll talk later, bye..." His figure disappeared into the space in a blink of an eye, politely and politely The playful voice was still echoing around.

Tom froze for a moment, his expression completely gloomy.

Owen entered the wall-facing space without any hindrance, and then returned to his body. Being able to sense the wall-facing space was his biggest reliance just now.He opened his eyes, hugged Melet who was restlessly stepping on his cheek for a while, and then remembered to get the diary out of the fireplace.

After cleaning up the ashes-covered diary, he slowly turned the pages, and Tom's handwriting eagerly emerged: "What do you want to do?"

"Just a question for you, Tom, you're in a rush," Owen wrote. "I thought we were friends. Maybe I should have asked the question a while ago: Do ​​you know mean Helbo?"

"He's the creator of the Horcrux method," Tom responded.

"Yeah, I don't think he's dead yet," Owen wrote playfully, "and came to Hogwarts."

(End of this chapter)