A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 142 Meeting
Owen looked at the blank pages of the diary calmly, silently considering his words.Melet, who didn't go to the death day party tonight to join in the fun, woke up from her sleep, jumped onto his knees vigorously, stretched lazily, her golden eyes stared helplessly at the diary in his hand Book.

As a smart cat, she didn't understand why Owen liked this dangerous thing so much. How could a diary have a ball of yarn and a cat teaser?Well, if Owen wanted to, she couldn't give him a ball of her own yarn.

Owen tapped Melet's little head with his index finger amusedly, then gently stroked her soft and smooth hair, dipped the ink with a quill pen, and wrote in his diary: "Tom, do you know how to Can you petrify ghosts?"

He was very sure that the diary had never left his side, and naturally it was impossible to open the secret room, so it must be Voldemort in the crown who released the basilisk to attack them tonight.But he couldn't figure out what happened, which made Voldemort decide not to hide himself anymore, and started to do things under Dumbledore's nose.

Could it be that he has absorbed enough vitality, restored the memory of the main body, and decided to make a big deal before leaving?But the problem is that the amount of life force required to reach this point will not be a small amount, and so far no one in Hogwarts is in danger because of life force being absorbed, and the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest have not suffered too much loss, otherwise the sea Greg would have spotted the anomaly early on.

If it wasn't for this reason, why did the remnant soul in the crown risk being caught and release the basilisk?Did Hermione accidentally discover Voldemort's secret?Owen decided to find inspiration from the twenty-five boy Tom.

Tom Riddle in the diary was silent for a while, and then asked, "Why do you ask me this?"

"I and a few other people were attacked tonight. We didn't see what it was, but many ghosts were petrified. A Muggle-born girl who was with me was almost killed..." Owen pondered wrote.

"Hanging with mudbloods all day, is that what you're good for?" Tom was most concerned about this.

"After all, she is one of the members of Harry Potter's study group. Last week, Harry and I won the school's special contribution award..." When he wrote this, Owen suddenly stopped writing.He suddenly understood why Voldemort ordered the basilisk to attack Hermione.

"A Mudblood...Special Contribution Award?" Tom's words twisted in disgust and annoyance, "Why is she?"

Owen twitched the corners of his mouth, and sure enough... Tom also won the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award. He obviously didn't like that a Mudblood he despised won the same award as him, and even the trophy with the other party's name on it would still be rewarded. Juxtaposed with his own in the same trophy room, it only made him feel the rage of being humiliated.

Perhaps this was the opportunity that prompted Voldemort to change his mind. Although this reason seemed insufficient, as a severely mutilated soul fragment, he himself might not be able to calm down much.

Owen glanced at the dark lake outside the window, his expression became much more relaxed.He waited for a while, thinking that Tom had almost accepted the reality, and then he raised his pen and continued to write: "I don't want to admit this, but this is a decision made by the school, and I can't change it."

"Although I'm sorry she didn't die there tonight, but let's get down to business. I heard a gigantic creature crawling across the floor, and I'm leaning towards an animal, combined with the fact that even ghosts can petrify Its terrifying power reminds me of a magical animal first bred by the despicable Haierbo—the basilisk.”

"Do you suspect that Hai Erbo sent a basilisk to attack you?" Tom's handwriting returned to its usual graceful beauty.

"I can only think so. After all, cultivating basilisks must be Haierbo's forte." Owen replied, "But what I wonder is, how did he bring basilisks into the school? It's not easy. Or This basilisk was hatched by Hai Erbo in school this year? But in such a short period of time, the basilisk should still be in its infancy...Is it impossible for there to be a basilisk hidden in Hogwarts?"

"Who knows." Tom responded indifferently, but his mind was thinking wildly.Haierbo was a Parseltongue, and it was indeed possible to discover and open the secret room, which made him feel more pressure and urgency, as well as deep dissatisfaction and anger.He is the heir of Slytherin, and the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk are his property!
"So I want to hear your opinion, Tom, do you know if there is any other way to petrify ghosts?" Owen didn't intend to be easily fooled by Tom.

"There are many types of petrification spells in this world. The one that can do what you describe must be a very advanced black magic. I know of only one powerful petrification spell that can do this. It can turn people's bodies into stone, but it's not unsolvable, because there is a corresponding cure." Tom responded.

"Well, then let's talk about this powerful petrification spell." Owen's eyes lit up, showing an expression of interest.

"It's okay to teach you, in fact, you can find this spell in the restricted area. Its spell is 'powerful petrification'..." Rows of characters emerged smoothly, filling the entire page in a blink of an eye, densely packed. It is the theory and release points of this spell, very much like a good student's class notes.

"It can be dispelled by the Curse of All Curses, so I don't think what you encountered tonight is definitely not this curse... Maybe it is really a basilisk." Tom finally added, and then fell into silence .

Owen carefully browsed the dense and clear notes on the page, and wrote down the key points everywhere. After thanking Tom, he couldn't wait to sink into the space facing the wall to practice.This can be regarded as one of his daily routines with the diary. He likes to discuss some interesting black magic with Tom, and many of the other's views can inspire him.

The night ended in an atmosphere of unrest, but the next morning, the atmosphere of confusion and curiosity among the students turned directly into panic and anxiety.

No one knew what happened, but in a corridor that must pass from the second floor to the first floor, the students rushing to the auditorium for breakfast had a face-to-face meeting with a petrified person.

The student who was attacked was Penelope Clearwater of Ravenclaw. She lay motionless in that corridor, her dull eyes wide open, and her eyes were frozen in confusion and horror.A window pane at the other end of the corridor was all broken, and on a wall next to her, there were two lines of writing smeared with blood: The secret room has been opened, and those who make enemies of the heir will suffer bad luck.

Eerily, the writing on the wall appears to have been written by Clearwater cutting his own finger.No one knew why she, as a Ravenclaw prefect, sneaked out of the dormitory late last night, stood under this wall and wrote these words with her own blood, and then suffered the fate of petrification without any resistance.

The terrified screams of the little wizards broke the tranquility of the morning, and the professors sent Krivat to the school hospital with serious expressions.For a whole day, the students were not in the mood to attend class, and everyone was talking about it.

Several girls in the same dormitory as Krivat became the focus of everyone's attention. They spoke out about Krivat's recent situation in horror: "Since the beginning of school, she has always been depressed, and her complexion looks more and more pale. ...We thought she couldn't stand Percy Weasley, or was threatened by him...but we really don't know why she went out last night, we were all asleep..."

Percy Weasley became irritable. He would stare at those who commented on him with red eyes like an angry bull, and would lose his temper at any flaw.But in an instant he'd look worried again, walking around anxiously like some cranky lunatic.

Amidst the discussions among the students, the incident became more and more bizarre, and some even began to speculate whether Percy might be the culprit."Hogwarts: A History" in the library was sold out, everyone was talking about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and even Potions class, which was always the quietest, was filled with suppressed buzzing discussions Voice.

"It is said that before Slytherin left Hogwarts, he left a secret room in the castle, waiting for his heir to arrive." Draco whispered to everyone, his gray eyes shining brightly, "Only The heir can open the secret room, release the monsters inside to purify the school, and clean up those mud... those guys who are not worthy of learning magic!"

"Draco, that monster has killed people!" Harry glared at him, "Everyone in this school has magical powers, and no one is unworthy of learning magic... That monster wanted to kill Hermione last night... "

"Hmph, isn't she alive and kicking?" Draco raised his chin proudly, squinting at Gryffindor, "Speaking like who cares about that guy, I wish Granger would never leave me alone." Shut up..."

Harry sighed old-fashionedly, but fortunately he knew that Draco was a soft-spoken guy and not very courageous.He cares more about the Chamber of Secrets now, and the identity of the heir—if Voldemort did infiltrate Hogwarts in some way, secretly controlling and threatening Ron Weasley, would he be the heir? ?

To his great concern, the heir apparently had Hermione on his radar.If they hadn't run fast last night, they would probably be the ones being petrified now.He still had a bad guess in his mind. Maybe the heir attacked Krivat in anger because he failed to achieve his goal last night... In any case, he had to tell Dumbledore about his guess as soon as possible. .

"The heir of Slytherin...that person should be in our house?" Daphne said in a whispering voice.

"Who knows, the heir must be well hidden, maybe even among the few of us." Blaise said in a gloomy tone, "Maybe we can find some snakes to seduce, the heir of Slytherin Must be a Parseltongue!"

Harry's expression froze when he heard this, and he turned his face away a little stiffly, staring at his cauldron with drooping eyes, pretending to be nonchalant, looking stupidly bubbling.

Owen couldn't help smiling. He deftly threw medicinal ingredients into his cauldron, his every move carried a comfortable rhythm, but his mind gradually drifted away.The attack on Penelope Clearwater was something he didn't expect. In his opinion, Clearwater is one of the people most likely to be controlled by the crown. It shouldn't be her who was attacked first... …

"She slipped out of the dormitory by herself last night and wrote those words, which means that she may indeed be under control." Owen analyzed the other party's experience, "Even she is being sucked by the crown? Then, maybe She is useless in Voldemort's eyes..."

"However, Voldemort in the crown is indeed more aggressive than the diary. He attacked twice in the first time." He narrowed his eyes. "This guy is more cautious, cunning, ruthless, and unscrupulous than Little Tom."

He glanced over to Gryffindor, and found Ron Weasley, whose face was even paler and more bewildered, from the crowd.The other party seemed to have noticed Owen's gaze, and turned his head to look over in an instant.

Owen smiled at him very naturally and nodded, then lowered his head and stirred the medicinal liquid in the crucible with his wand, watching it turn into a bright yellow color.

"I don't know how Dumbledore will respond." He thought to himself.

When Snape passed by, he added ten points to him familiarly, and then sullenly walked behind those muttering little wizards in Gryffindor, scaring them off their feet, deducting points skillfully and walking away. Fraction Harvester for the whole walk.

Hermione's face was getting darker and darker, and her matted hair was about to explode with anger.According to this rate of deducting points, she would not be able to add points back even if she tried her best... For a while, even the matter of the secret room and the heir were not important to her.

After this Potions class, the little wizards walked out of the classroom in groups of three and four.At the moment when the heirs are raging, no one dares to act alone, especially those students who were born in Muggle families are even more nervous, and they will make a fuss about any trouble like a frightened bird.

"I'm going to practice the spell." After dinner, Owen said.

"Let me go with you, the school is not safe." Harry said with concern.

"It doesn't matter, I'm a pureblood." Owen said with a smile, "The heir of Slytherin will not attack purebloods, unless he wants to make enemies with everyone in the wizarding world... And, if you follow, who will protect you?" who?"

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, and he retreated: "Okay, I'll go see if Dumbledore is in the principal's office...together?"

"Okay." Owen said indifferently.

The two climbed up to the eighth floor together, and then walked in opposite directions.Under Harry's curious eyes, Owen turned the corner, expertly came to the House of Requirement, and entered Ravenclaw's secret room.

He doesn't really care if Harry and the others know about the Room of Requirement, anyway, his own secret room can't be broken into by anyone but him, the black market box and some mess he got from Quirrell last semester All experimental materials are stored in that room.

"Good evening, Metis." Owen walked straight to the bookshelf, and at the same time greeted the eagle head sculpture in the center of the room.

"Good evening, Mr. Owen Shafik." Metis said in a singing tone. "Can I help you?"

"Please help me find books related to spiritual power." Owen said.

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the bookshelves suddenly fell, leaving only a dozen bookshelves standing in place, and those were the books he needed.

Owen walked among the bookshelves, quickly flipping through and copying the materials he needed.Recently, he is researching the magic of improving spiritual power, and needs to supplement a lot of theoretical knowledge.

Just as he was opening a flimsy experimental report, the bronze door of the secret room suddenly creaked, as if someone pushed the door and entered.No, it didn't seem like Owen heard footsteps that didn't belong to him in the huge circular room.

The footsteps were unhurried, echoing crisply in the room.Metis hummed and said, "Welcome."

"Long time no see, Metis." A voice said softly, sounding familiar yet unfamiliar, "Ah, there is also my... classmate hiding behind the bookshelf."

Owen came out from behind the bookshelf, squinting at the guy who just came in.With fiery red hair, tall and thin, with freckles all over his face, he looks like Ron Weasley, but his pale face has a contented look, with inexplicable confidence and power, obviously he has changed inside. .

"Ron Weasley..." Owen slowly revealed a deep smile, and casually stuffed the experiment report back on the bookshelf, "I didn't expect you to find this place and pass the test, it's amazing Surprised."

The other party didn't answer immediately, but just looked at him with a smile, and after his penetrating eyes stayed on Owen's left hand for a while, he said slowly, "I'm here to look for you, Owen Shafik. "

"Metis, didn't you say that you won't reveal any information about the successor?" Owen raised his eyebrows and looked at the eagle head sculpture.

"I want to find someone, so I don't need to ask others." Before Metis could answer, the boy in front of him said. "Chat in another place?" He tilted his head slightly in the direction of the door. Although it was a question, his tone was unquestionable.

"As you wish." Owen glanced in the direction of Metis, and then left the secret room behind him.He was also curious about what this guy asked him to do. Could it be possible that he really recovered his memory?Or can you feel the diary on your body?

"I think we need a place where we won't be disturbed." Weasley walked back and forth three times in front of the wall of the Room of Requirement, and a door quietly appeared.

The two walked into the door, and inside was a wide circular room with gorgeous black curtains hanging on the walls.The light was not bright, and the surroundings were empty, except for a long table and two chairs in the center of the room.

"You know who you're serving, don't you, Owen Shafik?" Weasley turned and stared at him squarely, with inquiry and playfulness in his eyes.

"I'm not loyal to anyone." Owen replied with the corner of his mouth curled up, pretending to be puzzled.

(End of this chapter)