A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 140 The Eve of Halloween

"It's such a waste of time, Owen," Tom wrote in beautiful letters, "If you can find me a little wizard, I can teach you that spell in no time..."

"You want me to do something to my classmates?" Owen raised his eyebrows and replied in the same beautiful and beautiful font.

"So what? You can find a Mudblood to clean up the school that they have made a mess of." Tom replied indifferently.

"That's not good, Tom."

"What's wrong? Owen, we are beasts, but we have to restrain our fangs and claws, and be in a weak and sad flock. But beasts will never become sheep, and occasionally tear through the disguise and eat a few Isn't it a normal thing to have a lamb?" Tom retorted, "It's just what we are, isn't it?"

"I admit that I have such a nature, and some terrible thoughts often pop up in my mind." Owen looked expressionlessly at the increasingly dark jungle, "But the most essential difference between humans and animals is not that humans can control themselves Is it the nature of man? What is controlled by desire and instinct is just a pathetic beast."

"We are who we are, and we don't need to be bound by the narrow vision and vulgar concepts of human beings, Owen." Tom's fonts floated on the yellowed paper one by one, smooth but cold, "Why should you suppress yourself so hard?" What about it? Or are you still hiding shameful weakness in your heart, delusional thinking that you can turn back?"

Owen looked down at his pale and slender hands, and the faint blue veins under the skin, and said calmly: "I can't turn back, and I won't turn back."

"Sure enough, I read you right, Owen, we are the same kind." Tom wrote, "You see, facing the shadow of Haierbo, you have been in no hurry to find him, but let it go to a certain extent. He grows unscrupulously... You can obviously take some more active and effective means to catch him."

"That's when I knew that your restless heart was craving a change that would spice things up, wasn't it? You've been longing to get out of this boring status quo, but you have to be careful not to Your laissez-faire has made things irreparable." He advised with soft strokes, "You can put this energy on other things, such as stealing a lamb..."

Looking at the lines of writing on the diary, Owen was a little distracted.After being reminded by Tom, he actually came to his senses. Perhaps he has been reluctant to intervene in the matter of the crown, not because that matter has nothing to do with him, but because he is vaguely looking forward to the emergence of new fun?

Thinking of last year's grand final performance without an audience, the joy and satisfaction of wantonly manipulating the fate of characters on a carefully constructed stage, Owen felt his heart beat a little faster.

"That's right, I'm pursuing gorgeous performances one after another, giving people wild surprises or terrifying fears. This has always been my wish, and it has never changed!" Owen muttered to himself, The eyes are getting brighter, and the smile on the corner of the mouth is gradually widening.

"You're right, Tom, I do pursue things that excite and delight me," he writes, squinting contentedly. "Thanks for reminding me that I'm a bit lost these days. But, Forget about me getting you a lamb right under the shepherd's nose."

"If you really want to be targeted by Dumbledore, I don't mind giving him a Christmas present with a bow on you." Owen joked.

"You are being too cautious, Owen, Dumbledore is actually not that scary." Tom replied indifferently, "But if you insist..."

Owen shook his head slightly.The memory of Tom in the diary stays at the age of 16, and he really has the momentum of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.After Voldemort in the crown has experienced more experience and growth, he has made extraordinary achievements in the field of magic, but he understands Dumbledore's horror even more, and he is more powerful, but hides himself tightly.

"Speaking of which, Tom, don't you think it's boring to bully the weak? Sure enough, it's more interesting to have fun with the big villain." Owen wrote jokingly, "It's decided, let's punish rape and eliminate evil together!"

"?" Tom slowly put out a question mark, and said after a long time, "It's up to you." The words between the lines revealed a sense of speechlessness and bad manners.

After wandering around in the Forbidden Forest for a while, and after hunting an acromantula again, Owen took the diary and walked outside the Forbidden Forest, continuing to communicate with Tom by the way.

"Tom, if you absorbed enough vitality, wouldn't you forcibly control my body?" Owen asked bluntly with a playful face.

"I can't control you, Owen, your black demon guard is enough to counterattack me, and even destroy me." Tom said patiently, "And I have already told you that controlling other people's bodies is by no means the best choice, I am more happy to condense Create a temporary body that is neither real nor fake, and act with my original appearance."

"Putting a soul into a body that doesn't belong to him is very uncomfortable for both parties, and it is very difficult for the soul to control other people's bodies, and it consumes a lot of energy. To me, that is wanton Consuming the vitality I have accumulated with great difficulty is not worth the loss." He wrote, "Although your body is special, it will not be better than my own condensed body."

"Then... if you absorb enough vitality and restore all your memories, won't you become very powerful?" Owen asked thoughtfully.

"First of all, I don't know how strong my main body is." Tom replied calmly, "Secondly, the strength of the Horcrux is actually limited by the strength of the main body when it was made. That is to say, no matter how much I absorb In terms of vitality, I can only reach the level of my own magic power when I was 16 years old at most, even if I can recall some advanced magic knowledge, I may not be able to display it."

"That's right...then how much memory have you recovered?" Owen tapped his lips with his fingertips.

"The recovery hasn't started yet," said Tom curtly.

"Oh." Owen didn't express whether he believed it or not.

The surrounding trees gradually thinned out, almost reaching the edge of the Forbidden Forest.As the sun gradually slanted west, the forest became darker and colder, and the wanton branches stretched like ghost hands, adding a touch of treachery to the atmosphere.

There was a faint sound on the other side hidden by tree trunks and bushes. There was the clicking sound of animals trampling the branches and leaves on the ground, and there was a small voice like singing, which sounded like a girl's voice.

Owen stuffed the diary into his pocket, walked through the bushes ahead, and saw a little girl stroking the head of a tall Thestral in a somewhat drowsy forest glade, whispering softly I don't understand words.

"What are you talking about?" Owen asked curiously, his clear and calm voice echoed faintly in the forest.

Luna Lovegood glanced at him over her shoulder, then looked back, and said in an ethereal voice, "I'm talking to it." Bunches of bright red fruit, golden hair tousled, and a few dead leaves hanging from them.

Owen glanced at the miserable white eyes of thestrals, and said softly, "thestrals have always lived in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and rarely appear on the edge. It seems that this guy is attracted by the death breath brought by the gathering of ghosts. ah."

He tilted his head to look at Luna, and suddenly asked: "What does 'black' mean?" He remembered that when the two met for the first time in the carriage, Luna stared at him and said "black".

Luna turned her head and stared at him unblinkingly with those light-colored eyes again, as if to stare at him as a flower.After a long time, she said in an erratic tone: "You give me the feeling of being black, like a night sky without stars and moon, and like a black lake at night."

"What does that mean?" Owen asked with interest.

"I don't know, but it's not very good." Luna said dreamily, holding the dragon-like head of Thestral with both hands, "Generally, when I meet such a person, I will stay away."

"You hate me?" Owen blinked.

"Not really." Luna thought about it seriously, then shook her head, and the dead leaves above her head swayed, "But if you get too close, you will get hurt."

"Ah, this is the first time I've been rejected by people. Maybe you don't know, I've always been popular because I'm good at using my charm to... seduce people." Owen said playfully, with a naughty look on his face Smiling, "Can you give me a chance to tempt you to change your mind?"

I don't know why, but when facing this little girl, he always feels relaxed and willing to show a part of his true self.Of course, what followed was a burst of bad fun.

"Okay." Luna looked at him curiously with misty eyes.

"Well, can I invite you to a party of ghosts?" Owen thought for a while and asked with a smile.

"I wish for it." Luna's eyes lit up, showing an expression of interest.

"Very good, let me think about it..." Owen pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, then clapped his palms and said, "Yes!"

He asked the little girl to wait here for a while, then walked out of the Forbidden Forest quickly, and saw several big pumpkins the size of a flower shed outside Hagrid's hut.With a flick of his wand, he lifted one of the round pumpkins dangling in the air with a Levitation Charm, and carried it back to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Transform quickly." Owen chanted the transformation spell on the big pumpkin.

Exquisite and graceful patterns and hanging ornaments slowly emerged from the pumpkin's exterior, beautiful small doors and windows appeared on the side, and four golden wheels grew from the bottom.The inside of the pumpkin also became empty, with beautiful curtains hung on all sides, two soft seats facing each other grew out, and there was a beautiful small round table with bright orange candles lit on it.

Owen conjured up two more reins outside, put them on the Thestral, and then admired his work.Well, it looks pretty good.

"Please, the girl is going to the party in the carriage, isn't she?" He bowed gracefully to Luna who was standing beside her, and then stretched out his hand to open the door of the pumpkin carriage.

Luna tilted her head to look at him for a moment, then crawled in without grace.Owen closed the door with a smile, sat in front of the carriage, threw a piece of dried meat to the Thestrals, and then shook the reins in his hand.

Thestral meekly turned its head and glanced at him with white eyes, took a mouthful of the jerky that Owen threw over, while chewing, flapped its wide bat-like wings, pulled the carriage and flew into the dark blue sky.

Owen led the Thestrals to circle around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, then flew over Hagrid's hut, across the grounds, and circled the castle a few times.The ancient castle was glowing red under the brilliance of the setting sun, and it looked magical and gentle. Some young wizards saw this scene, and there were subtle exclamations from afar.

The howling wind blew past his ears, blowing Owen's black hair into a mess, and his robe fluttered in the wind.Luna opened the curtains in the carriage to look at the scenery outside, and the wind made her long blond hair more messy.Her eyes were wide open, like a little girl who walked out of the house for the first time and was full of curiosity about everything, a bright smile gradually appeared on her face.

Owen steered the carriage to fly close to the water surface of the Black Lake, then rose into the sky again, and flew back to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.Thestrals pulled the carriage and lightly landed on the ground, then turned around and licked the back of Owen's hand.

"Aren't you going to the party?" Luna poked her head out of the car window.

"Oh, I just remembered that the party hasn't started yet." Owen spread his hands pretending to be regretful, and then asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"An interesting experience made me want to drink pumpkin porridge." Luna seemed in a good mood, with a pure smile on the corner of her mouth, "And...the temptation was successful. Can we be friends?"

"Aren't you afraid of getting hurt?" Owen patted the outer wall of the pumpkin carriage.

"If we were friends, we wouldn't be hurt." Luna said with a firm and trusting expression, her shallow silver eyes wide open.

Owen put his hand on his lips and smiled slightly, inexplicably feeling like he was abducting a simple child.He smelled the pumpkin fragrance in the air and said, "I want to eat pumpkin pudding."

Taking advantage of the time before the party started, Owen caught two wild fragrant chickens in the Forbidden Forest, and roasted them on the fire until they were sizzling.The brush skillfully jumped up and spread the seasoning on the roast chicken, and the roast chicken raised its wings and turned over from time to time in coordination, so that it could be more evenly coated.Owen skillfully cut two large chunks of the big pumpkin next to him and roasted them as a plate.

Amidst the rich aroma of pumpkin and barbecue, the two sat by the campfire and ate roast chicken.With Owen's special condiments, the already delicious roast chicken is so delicious that you can't stop it.

It wasn't until the sun completely set on the mountain and the silver moon cast bright and clear moonlight that they finished their dinner and rushed to the castle.

"What kind of clothing do you like? I can transform it for you." Owen asked casually on the road.

When the two arrived at the gate of the castle, Luna had turned into a shiny girl—wearing a golden peaked hat with big bat wings on her head, and the necklace on her neck was replaced by orange A small yellow pumpkin, and the red fruit necklace she was wearing was hung on her ears.A silver robe full of sequins shone in the light, and a thick furry coat of the same style was worn outside.

Owen sighed with his hands on his forehead, but it is hard to take back what has been said.In order to adapt to the occasion, he had no choice but to transform his robe into a white slim-fitting style. The gold edge on the edge reflects the metallic luster, and a small cloak of the same color is hung on his shoulders, fluttering lightly in the breeze.

They headed towards the underground classroom, walked through the gloomy corridor, and arrived in front of the classroom where the Deathday Party was held under the guidance of the blue candlelight.The ear-piercing music that ghosts like is heard, like the sound of a thousand fingernails scraping on a blackboard, which makes one's teeth sour.

Harry and the others were already waiting here, lingering outside the door, as if it was difficult to muster up the courage to go in.Hermione was wearing a thick cloak, but she was still shivering from the cold. Neville was sticking to the edge of the wall tremblingly, watching the silver-white ghosts fly by before his eyes with an ashen face. Startle him, like get his head out of his chest.

Harry was breathing into his hands, and the breath he exhaled had condensed into white vapor.He looked at Owen who had just arrived angrily, and said rather resentfully: "It's hard for you to remember that there will be a death day party today, I thought you let us go..."

"Sorry, I'm late." Owen said apologetically, "This is Luna." Then he introduced to Luna: "This is Harry and Hermione, oh, you know Neville."

Several people got to know each other.Hermione glanced at Luna, who was dressed strangely and conspicuously, frowned slightly, and just nodded politely.

Nearly headless Nick was dressed in a black velvet curtain and stood at the door with an infinitely sad expression. After seeing Owen, his eyes lit up and he greeted him with a smile.

"Happy death day, Sir Nicholas." Owen said politely and gracefully, "They are my friends."

"Ah, welcome, welcome!" Nick took off his hat and bowed gracefully, "It's a great honor to have you join us."

A group of people entered the underground classroom, and hundreds of translucent ghosts had gathered together, and new ghosts continued to join.Since last year's ghost carnival, ghosts from all over the world have come to visit and play every day, and some new ghosts have moved to settle down. Hogwarts has truly become the exchange center for ghosts across the country, allowing the aborigines here The ghosts were excited and proud.

Because of this, Owen, who contributed to this incident, has a high reputation among the ghosts, has an excellent reputation, and is very popular.Moaning Myrtle, for example, shyly invites Owen to use her toilet whenever she meets him.

"It's an unforgettable scene, isn't it?" With a charming smile on his lips, Owen watched a group of ghosts waltz cheerfully amidst the noise.

"It's amazingly beautiful, like the opposite of the world." Luna sighed emptyly, "Daddy will envy me."

The three of Harry tightened their robes, and the corners of their mouths twitched, expressing their reservations.

After a few people separated temporarily, Owen said hello to some familiar ghosts, and met Ms. Gray who hadn't seen him for a long time.This female ghost of Ravenclaw became good friends with Ms. Elizabeth. From time to time, she would go to the Nightmare Forest to live for a while, and the frequency of appearing in Hogwarts has decreased a lot.

As usual, she stood indifferently outside the crowd, wearing a luxurious and elegant floor-length dress, and her beautiful face was calm and indifferent, out of tune with the excitement around her.

"Good evening, Helena. How's Miss Elizabeth?" Owen stood beside her.

"It's still the same." Ms. Gray glanced at him with cold and distant eyes, and her expression became softer, "Has your troubles been solved?"

"It's been resolved a long time ago." Owen said leisurely.

The two chatted for a while, and the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious. Ms. Gray clasped Owen's ears with her hands just like last time, and helped him listen to the beautiful music played by the ghost band with musical saws—they are just mere sounds in the ears of living people. Scratching sounds are piercing, but to the ghosts it is pleasant music.

Owen saw Harry, Hermione, and Neville shivering huddled together in a corner, warming themselves around the blue bellflower-like flame that Hermione had conjured up.Luna has already entered the dance floor, dancing happily with a ghost. It can be seen that she is not very good at dancing. The exaggerated and casual dance steps are like a child learning to dance, but she is very happy.

"Want to dance together, beautiful lady?" Owen looked at Ms. Gray and smiled.

"I don't like dancing." Ms. Gray closed her eyes and turned her head proudly.

Until the end of the band's performance, the Headless Hunters gave a wonderful performance amidst the sound of hunting horns, which drew loud applause from the ghosts.

"I don't like dancing very much, but I want to be except with the ghosts. Because I don't have to worry about stepping on their feet." Luna didn't know when she had left the dance floor, "Good evening, Ms. Gray."

Lady Gray nodded reservedly, always being kind to the students of her house.

After the Headless Hunters performance, Sir Stuart covered his face with his sleeve, floated over and waved to Owen.Since the last gathering, this well-known jazz among ghosts has started to like to visit Hogwarts, and he didn't forget to come to join in the fun tonight.

"Is it time? I see." Owen nodded with a smile, and said to the others: "We have a show prepared tonight."

He moved nimbly through the huddle of ghosts and stepped onto the black velvet-draped stage.

(End of this chapter)