A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 141 Sound
The three of Harry had just hurriedly chased away the troublesome Peeves, and hurriedly supported the jar of blue flames on the table, when they saw Owen in a luxurious white robe stepping onto the stage in front of him, together with a male A woman and two ghosts bowed gracefully to the audience.

The ghosts erupted into excited cheers, and some ghosts who were overjoyed began to fly around, so the three little wizards had to huddle together and shrink into a corner, lest any ghost pass through their bodies.

Nick, who was almost headless, appeared out of nowhere, cupped his fists with a look of honor, and sighed: "Sir Stuart specially came to my death anniversary party, and even willing to perform for me... Oh! Really flattered. I have to thank Owen, he is such a soulmate of mine...”

After finishing speaking, he flew up lightly, intending to squeeze through the ghosts in front and go to the front of the stage: "Please let me go... Oh, don't squeeze! Today is my death day, and this is my birthday." Deathday party!" Nick yelled, but the excited ghosts couldn't care less about him.Not to be outdone, Nick squeezed past, and was lost in the crowd of ghosts in an instant.

"Okay, another guy who fell in love with Owen." Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I hope Owen's performance can make my ears feel better..."

"That's probably unlikely, Harry." Hermione scratched her hair, sighed deeply, and gave up resistance.

Looking towards the stage, Harry saw that Owen was waving his wand gracefully, summoning armfuls of saws, pliers, hammers and many long metal pipes of different lengths.Although these things look exquisite and beautiful, they don't look like musical instruments that humans can accept!
"Oh, no!" Harry covered his forehead.He felt that his tortured nerves could no longer withstand any setbacks.

Hermione and Neville also let out a low groan, regretting their decision to come to the party.

"It's really worth looking forward to, isn't it?" An ethereal voice came from the side.Luna sat on the empty seat on the other side of the table, shaking her calf lightly and said.

"I just think it's noisy..." Harry sniffed weakly, but he caught a stinking smell of rotting food from another table, almost spitting out the dinner he had eaten before coming here.

"You can try this." Luna clenched her hands into fists, raised her thumb and little finger, then bent her arms and pressed her thumbs to her ears, with her two little fingers pointing to the top of her head. "The voices in the ears of ghosts are different from ours, but we can use our little fingers to receive invisible fluctuations in the air, and then transmit them to our ears through our thumbs..."

"Are you sure this really works?" Harry imitated this cute and weird gesture, feeling a little silly.But after seeing Hermione and Neville doing the same, he suddenly felt a lot more natural.

At this time, Owen slowly retreated to the back of the stage, almost becoming an invisible shadow under the dim candlelight.Sir Stuart put on a white mask covering half of his face, and held the palm of a female ghost in a white dress.

Owen raised his hands high, then swung them down gracefully, using his wand as a baton, turning himself into an elegant conductor.The musical instruments belonging to the ghosts floated lightly in mid-air and began to play smoothly.

The music saw made a piercing scratching sound, the sound of the music pliers was rough and unpleasant, and the music hammer jumped up and down heavily, making a loud noise like a construction site.Those weird long tubes rubbed against each other, and the "squeak" sound of metal friction was long and sharp, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Although Owen could not appreciate this kind of music, but this kind of performance is not difficult.All he needs to do is to play these "instruments" step by step in combination with the score, which can be set in advance with magic, and he only needs to wear earplugs and orderly command the instruments to work.

At the same time, he slightly waved the magic wand in his hand, and small black candles lit with bright blue candles rose into the sky one after another around the classroom, dancing and turning into swirling blue flames, which looked dreamy and charming.

The messy ghosts became quiet in an instant. Amid the mysterious and beautiful melody, they looked in the direction of the stage nervously and excitedly.It's just that to the ears of the few living listeners at the scene, this kind of music is comparable to a construction site in full swing, as if someone is drilling into people's ears with an electric drill.

The three of Harry made silly moves, but they didn't feel that the voice had changed for the better. They looked at Luna shaking her head, and looked at each other suspiciously. Cover your ears.

"The signal is a bit weak, isn't it?" Luna turned her head to look at them, her ethereal tone was drowned in the noisy voice, "It would be better if we could add a siphon to disturb the horsefly..."

After Owen played for a while, the female ghost in a beautiful long dress on the stage sang in a soothing and melodious voice: "In my sleep he sang to me, in my dream he came to me, calling me with my name..."

Sir Stuart began to sing too, in a rich voice: "Sing with me again, our strange duet..."

The ghosts let out a low cheer, and Owen directed the instruments to play slowly, raising his eyebrows towards Jazz.He sang well, he originally thought that this guy was here to show off and embarrass himself.

Amidst the harsh music, the melodious duet of male and female sopranos complement each other, and the opera fragments performed together are weird, gorgeous and mysterious, very distinctive, but it is difficult for living people to appreciate it.

The singing and music were performed in an orderly manner. Owen waved his wand again and again, and the swirling candles sometimes converged and sometimes dispersed, like a strange landscape painting, and the high-pitched male and female chorus resounded loudly: "Opera The phantom is there, in your heart..."

A sharp cracking sound came from outside the door, mixed with the harsh music, and several ghosts who were close to it curiously looked out.A moment later, a sudden scream interrupted the singing.

The ghosts swarmed towards the door, the classroom was in chaos like a vegetable market, and the music and singing stopped abruptly.

"What? What happened!" Sir Stuart took off the mask on his face with some displeasure, and shouted with his hips akimbo.

Owen raised his wand, and all the musical instruments exploded into shining powder in the air, and the tiny blue candle flew back to its original position.The ghosts crowded towards the door, and someone was shouting: "Something is breaking in! Oh, my God! Are they frozen? Don't squeeze, I'll go and see first, ouch... ..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, a strange thing happened outside. Several of our colleagues who went out to check the situation... all died!" The captain of the Headless Hunter tossed his head excitedly, riding on a tall ghost horse Loudly announced, "Now, we will lead the charge!"

"No, it's petrification! Go back, I came first!" A female ghost shouted loudly, kicking the ghost horse that pushed her away.

"A spell that can petrify ghosts? Go over and have a look, I dream of trying it..." An old ghost squeezed towards the door with curiosity on his face.

The ghost beside him said grimly, "Come on, if only we could still dream..."

Faced with this novelty, the ghosts turned into silly roe deer one after another, and flocked to the door.They who have already died once cannot die again, and satisfying curiosity has become the top priority, not to mention that many ghosts want to experience the sweet feeling of falling into sleep after a long absence.

Owen's expression became serious, and he quickly ran off the stage, and found a few little wizards with blank faces in the silver-white translucent bodies of the ghosts.

"You've got to get out of here," said Lady Gray sternly, floating up.

"I know." Owen grabbed Luna's arm with one hand, and Harry, who was eager to try, with the other, and said to them, "Come with me."

Able to petrify ghosts, it must be a basilisk.Although he didn't know why the basilisk appeared here, Owen didn't want to meet it face to face.People who look at the basilisk will die instantly, and even if they indirectly see the eyes of the basilisk, they will be petrified. If they cannot use their eyes, Owen will be in a very dangerous situation.

The ghosts were yelling: "Oh, catch up! Don't get in the way..."

"Go this way!" Ignoring the ghosts, Owen led a group of people to open a door behind the stage and entered a dark corridor.

"What happened?" Neville was still a little dazed.

"There's something coming that seems to turn ghosts into stone," said Harry.

"That's impossible! What can affect ghosts must be a kind of profound and terrifying black magic, how could that kind of thing appear in Hogwarts!" Hermione retorted instinctively.

"No matter what it is, it is very dangerous for us." Owen's pace seemed unhurried, but he led everyone through the corridor without slowing down, and said in a leisurely voice, "I But I don’t want to face that thing at all.”

Several people walked through several corridors and turned in the direction of the auditorium.Just as he turned a corner, Harry stopped suddenly and listened carefully: "Did you hear anything?"

He glanced at the people who were staring blankly at him, and seemed to find that Owen's eyes had suddenly turned cold, but that look was only fleeting, like his illusion.

"Hear what?" Hermione looked at him sternly. "No sound! We need to hurry to the Great Hall and tell the Professor about this..."

"No, an obvious voice!" Harry grabbed the stone wall and listened intently. "It said it was hungry, very hungry... it was going to kill!"

"What did it say?" Owen tugged Harry by the back collar and dragged him into the corridor on the other side.

"It's saying: tear you apart... I'm hungry, it's been a long, long time... It's time to kill people..." Harry listened attentively, and while being dragged away by Owen, he was simultaneously interpreting, " Kill her, kill that girl... just ahead..."

"It's moving, no, it's coming!" Harry suddenly exclaimed, "It's..." He suddenly looked towards the corridor on the other side, and everyone heard a rustling sound coming from the corner at the end of the corridor. The sound was like the sound of something huge passing by the ground.

Owen suddenly waved his wand in the direction of the corner, and said indifferently: "The Darkest Realm!" A mass of bottomless darkness suddenly appeared, flooding a large area in the middle of the corridor like thick asphalt space.

"The girl...it says it's close!" said Harry.

Owen never glanced over there, he pulled Harry who kept looking over there, and turned to the other side: "Don't look over there, let's stay away from it!"

The others also quickly followed, and followed Owen to run wildly in the corridor.

"It said it couldn't see us anymore, Owen, can we..." Harry panted, and pulled out a corner of the invisibility cloak from his pocket.After several lessons, he has developed a good habit of carrying an invisibility cloak with him.

"No." Owen said, "It must be a very dangerous thing."

"That's right, Harry, didn't you hear that something who didn't know what it was wanted to kill?" Hermione said with her lips trembling.

"Okay..." Looking at his companions around him, Harry sighed unwillingly.He can't put others in danger because of himself, although he really wants to know what it is... If he just hides and takes a look from a distance, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

"But why can't we hear that... voice?" Neville asked weakly.

"It may be the invisible fang bubble fish. They will go against the current and make strange sounds to lure their prey. People who see them will also be confused." Luna said in a dreamy voice, "We can move towards the water away in the direction of..."

"Hush—" Harry pricked up his ears, "It's chasing us! It's out of Owen's magic range..."

"This way." Owen took the lead to climb up a staircase calmly, and tapped three times with his wand on the hanging picture beside him.The hanging picture was opened, revealing a well-hidden secret door. A group of people entered the door, bent down and walked along the dark passage.

"The voice is gone," said Harry, after walking out of the secret passage. "It was trying to kill a girl, I didn't know..." He looked at Hermione and Luna.

"Then you're dangerous," Luna said to Hermione, sympathy in her big pale eyes.

"Oh, thank you, you too..." Hermione said absently, feeling much better about Luna.

"I will pay attention, but I feel that it is not targeting me. So you are very dangerous." Luna explored this topic seriously, "Maybe you have thoughts on your body, they are rooted in your thoughts, although there is no It's no harm, but the fang bubble fish hate their smell, and the harassing horsefly likes to live in it..."

Hermione frowned, what the hell is this?The goodwill I had just had was gone in an instant.

"The auditorium is ahead." Owen said thoughtfully, playing with the wand in his hand.

At this time, the little wizards had just finished their Halloween banquet. They were full of food, chatting and laughing loudly, and walked out of the auditorium, pushing and shoving into the aisle, followed by Dumbledore and a group of professors.

They leaned against the wall and waited for a group of people to pass by. Harry quickly told Dumbledore and the others what they had just encountered.Professor McGonagall groaned softly, not knowing what happened to Hogwarts, one dangerous incident after another.Professor Snape squinted his eyes and looked at Harry with an inscrutable expression.

Dumbledore's expression became serious, and he said in a calm tone: "The deans of the colleges, please take the students back to the common room, and no students should come out tonight... Oh, and several of our parties involved , can you please come with me?"

Owen nodded slowly, and Harry and the others naturally had no objection.

"I'm going too, Dumbledore! I'm a security consultant, and this is my job!" Lockhart said enthusiastically, he couldn't wait to make some achievements to restore his reputation, "Actually, this kind of trivial matter can be handed over Give me, I have encountered similar things in Upper Walter, and there are detailed records in my autobiography..."

"Okay, you can come together." Dumbledore gave him a deep look.

Under the leadership of Owen, the group took a shortcut to the location where Harry heard the voice just now, and there was no trace left here.Dumbledore looked left and right along the corridor, and he didn't forget to sigh: "It's really enviable to be able to remember the way in the castle so clearly...Even if I've been here for so many years, I always get lost. He came uninvited."

Owen just responded with a humble smile.

Then, they went to the classroom where the death anniversary party was held.Silence has been restored here, and many ghosts are dancing around excitedly.

When they came to the door of the classroom, they saw a strange scene.The frozen ghosts floated upright in the air, their original silver-white translucent bodies became black and smoky, and their faces were frozen with expressions of curiosity, excitement, surprise, confusion or fear.

"A tragedy, isn't it?" Sir Stuart shook his head pityingly, holding his musical angel in his arms.

"It's really scary!" Nearly Headless Nick cried, covering his face, "Although I didn't see anything? Don't they know how to be humble?"

Ms. Gray floated by the wall calmly, nodding slightly to Owen and the others.

Dumbledore's bright and piercing eyes carefully studied one of the petrified ghosts through half-moon glasses, the long crooked nose almost touching it.Then he drew out his strangely shaped wand and poked it here and there, and even poked it into the phantom's illusory body, and said a few lengthy incantations.

"How's it going here?" he said, after observing for a while, turning to the nearest female ghost, who was tugging at the arm of her petrified companion.

"As you can see, I missed..." the female ghost said sullenly, and floated away on her own.

"So, does anyone see what caused all this?" Dumbledore asked the fat friar next to him.

"Unfortunately, those who really understand what happened are already lying here." The fat monk said in a kind voice.

"Dumbledore, they obviously encountered something terrible, it may be the confinement curse. I happen to know several wonderful ways to break the curse. If I was here at the time, I would definitely not let the attacker run away!" Loha Te said, "It's a pity that the attackers are afraid of me as a security consultant, and they always do things in places that I can't care about."

"Are they dead, sir?" Harry whispered.

"Of course not, it's just a profound petrification curse." Dumbledore said slowly, "Of course, there is a way to remove it, but it will take a while. Harry, you heard a voice that only you can hear... "

Harry watched him nervously.

"It's obviously just a little boy's way to get attention." Lockhart said, patting his chest. "As for these poor guys, leave it to me! It won't take long!"

Dumbledore stared at him deeply again, then nodded and said, "Of course you can try, I'm waiting for you to show your hand, Gilderoy."

"Uh... Of course this won't bother me! But I need some time to study first. Saving people is a very rigorous science." Lockhart coughed lightly.

"We can talk about that next time, Harry." Dumbledore turned to Harry.

Several young wizards were sent back to their respective lounges. As soon as Owen and Harry walked into the entrance stone door, a group of young wizards surrounded them and asked what happened.

After a few perfunctory words between the two, Harry ran to search for some information with a serious face, while Owen curled up in the armchair and opened Tom's diary.

(End of this chapter)