A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 150 Quidditch Competition

After the previous cloudy and rainy day, the weather became sultry and humid again, the air was filled with damp water vapor, and the branches and leaves of the plants and trees in the Forbidden Forest seemed to be dripping water.

In a low depression in the Forbidden Forest, Owen played with his wand with a deep smile, watching a huge acromantula curled up in a scream and howling, being absorbed by the diary lost all vitality.

He picked up the diary with some disgust and shook it, always feeling that it seemed to have a spider smell on it.

"Why did you get into a fight with spiders?" A sentence floated out of the diary, obviously Tom didn't like such ingredients very much.

"Because I hate spiders." Owen replied with a smile, "There are so many cuties in the Forbidden Forest, of course we have to kill the uncute ones..." Tsk, it's not good to be picky eaters.

"Speaking of which, Tom, you've absorbed a lot of vitality, right? It's time to tell me about the magic. Hai Erbo dared to attack me in broad daylight. If we don't find him out, we will only become more and more passive." He paced leisurely among the tall trees, writing on the notebook with a pure white quill automatically.

"The life force and magic power of animals are too different from those of wizards. What I have really absorbed and transformed is not much at all..." Tom said in a pitiful voice, but he didn't delay any longer, "But your situation is indeed dangerous. How can I keep watching?"

Owen clicked his tongue in his heart, he couldn't believe even a single punctuation mark in what this guy said.If the absorbed vitality is not enough to satisfy Tom, the guy will let go.

Rows of neat and beautiful handwriting emerged on the diary, and in a blink of an eye, the entire page was filled, and then the diary automatically turned the pages, filling the next two pages.

Owen leaned on the trunk of a huge pine tree and carefully wrote down the spell.A gray rabbit was bouncing across the grass on one side, and Melet, who was squatting at Owen's feet and yawning, suddenly became energetic, and jumped into the grass to chase the rabbit to play. .

Owen memorized the spell just by reading it once.This is indeed a remote spell. He has never seen a similar spell in any book. Of course, the function is also very narrow, but it can really come in handy at certain times.

This is a kind of magic that can detect fluctuations in the same type of magic power. To be precise, it should be "resonance".In other words, as long as Owen holds this Horcrux diary and uses its magic power fluctuations, there is a high probability that he can identify those people affected by Horcruxes, because those people must have more or less Horcrux residues on them. traces of magic.

The disadvantage of this spell is that the caster must have an item with the same type of magic fluctuation in his hand, and it can only be used on creatures.The advantage is that it is silent and invisible, and it can detect people in a large area at one time.

"Not bad, it should be useful..." Owen closed the diary with satisfaction, and the straight black wand twirled flexibly between his slender and pale fingers, "It's not difficult to learn this spell, but you have to find a chance... in the auditorium It's too conspicuous, so try it at the next Quidditch match."

He called Melet, and walked back stepping on the soft fallen leaves on the ground.The light brown cat raccoon jumped out of the grass nimbly, and followed Owen's feet with his tail raised high. The two figures, one big and one small, gradually disappeared in the dark jungle.

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The Quidditch match was about to begin, the weather was still hot and humid, and there was a faint thunder in the sky.

The students chatted cheerfully away from the heir for a rare occasion, and everyone was looking forward to a good Quidditch match.Everyone is very fortunate that the school did not cancel the Quidditch match at the moment when the heirs were raging. At this moment of panic, the students desperately need a lively and exciting match to cheer up their spirits.

Of course, many people expressed concern about this, because Harry Potter will also play.

"Let's hope they don't annoy Potter during the game..." Ernie of Hufflepuff shook his head sympathetically, "Come to think of it, they might 'accidentally' run into a dog that happened to come out of the corner after the game The monster that jumped out of it, and then died directly! Don't expect Potter to be so big..."

As this story spread, the excited discussions in the auditorium gradually subsided and turned into anxious buzzing whispers, and people couldn't help casting worried and pity looks at the Gryffindor team members .

Harry couldn't care less about expressing dissatisfaction with such arguments, and he and Draco sat silently at the long table in the auditorium, moving around nervously.This was the first Quidditch match they had ever participated in. The opponent was still the Gryffindor team, which was usually on fire with the Slytherin team. The pressure and tension made them sleepless for two days.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you." Owen patted Harry and Draco on the shoulders, looked at their faces that were blue from nervousness, squinted and smiled.

"It's not good at all..." Draco muttered, his pale blond hair drooping listlessly.

Harry felt terrible, too, and he lifted his eyelids, the undersides of which were slightly bruised.He forced himself to divert his attention: "Irving, I thought you wouldn't go to the game..."

"Oh, it's the first time for the two of you after all, so I have to join in the fun... It's best to record your misery." Owen said with a smile, "Life always needs some fun."

The emotion that Harry just showed froze on his face. He looked at Owen's expression of watching the show with aggrieved expression, and the grief and indignation in his heart instantly dispelled the tension that made him want to vomit.

"Hahaha, I've prepared a camera." Blaise also watched the excitement and shook the camera in his hand, aiming at capturing wonderful operations and funny moments.

Daphne smiled amusedly and with concern. She and Pansy held a huge green banner in their hands, on which the words "Potter must win, Malfoy must win" radiated silver flashes, looking radiant, very conspicuous.

"Want something to eat?" Crabbe and Goyle handed out the dessert in their hands with a look of reluctance.

"Thanks, no need." Neither Harry nor Draco had any intention of eating at this juncture, lest they throw up on the broomstick and really make a fool of themselves.

As eleven o'clock approached, the teachers and students of the whole school began to go to the Quidditch Stadium, sitting in the high stands and making a lot of noise.

Sitting in the highest row of the stands, Owen and his party saw the players of the two teams, who had put on green and red uniforms, enter the arena, and they jumped into the leaden sky together under the sharp whistle of Ms. Hooch.

Gryffindor's Lee Jordan explained the game enthusiastically. Well, although Gilderoy Lockhart wanted to get this job very much, he was run away by Professor McGonagall.

The broomsticks of the Slytherin team were obviously much faster than that of the Gryffindor team. They almost turned into seven fuzzy green shadows, galloping back and forth in mid-air like the wind, matching the already outstanding level, Unsurprisingly, it has the absolute upper hand.

It started to rain, and the bean-sized raindrops slapped on the stands, but it did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the little wizards. They cheered and applauded or booed according to the situation on the field, and the noise overwhelmed the sound of the rain .

The Slytherins were ahead, sixty to zero, and Draco scored three goals, his smug face tickling his fists.Harry was flying high alone, circle after circle around the pitch in search of the Snitch.

Owen withdrew his gaze from the arena, and after reciting a waterproof spell to himself and Daphne, he silently stood up from his seat and walked around to the back of everyone.With one hand on the diary in his pocket, he drew out his wand and said a spell to the Slytherin students who were watching the game seriously.

Suddenly, the eyes became blurred a lot, as if covered with a layer of frosted glass, which was even more hazy in the heavy rain.In this vision, he can see the traces of the magical "resonance" more clearly.

Not surprisingly, he found the only person on the Slytherin side with traces of the Horcrux's influence, Ginny Weasley.The girl with long red hair turned her back to him, and was cheering towards the arena, but with a slightly reddish black mist on her body, she looked sinister and ominous.But this fluctuation is very weak, as if it was left on the body after touching it a long time ago, and it seems to dissipate in the rain at any time.

Unexpectedly, only Ginny had a problem here, and none of Harry's friends were affected or controlled.

Owen frowned slightly in confusion and strangely. Is this the remaining breath that Dumbledore said during the inspection?It seems that people with such fluctuations do not mean that they are all controlled.

He wandered thoughtfully to the back of the stand where the Ravenclaw students were, and said the spell again, finding nothing wrong.

Next was the Gryffindor area. Under the vision brought by the spell, Owen found a few abnormal people at a glance.Percy Weasley, the black mist on his body seemed thicker than that of Ginny; Dean Thomas, who shared the dormitory with Ron, the black mist on his body had faded to the point where it was almost invisible.

And, most importantly——

Owen took a deep look at the man sitting in the middle of the stands, Neville Longbottom. The black mist on the other party's body was so thick that it covered his figure.

"It really is you." The corners of Owen's mouth curled up slightly, he guessed it the day Hermione was attacked.

Since Voldemort wanted to find out Harry's reality, he must find a way to get in touch with him, and getting into the study group was one of the best options.Ron didn't join the study group, which was unreasonable, unless Voldemort made other preparations, and Neville, who shared Ron's dormitory, was undoubtedly the easiest and best target to be targeted.

In this case, it can also explain why Ron Weasley only behaved abnormally towards Hermione and Harry, but did not ask for help from Neville, who got along day and night.Because he knew that Neville also had problems, this may be a reminder from Ron in desperation.Neville said that he had never noticed anything unusual about Ron, which was unreasonable.

Neville was there when they were attacked at the Deathday party, so Voldemort knew Harry was a Parseltongue.The reason why Hermione was targeted twice is probably not only because she won the Special Contribution Award, which made Voldemort feel an eyesore, but also because she found something abnormal in her long-term relationship with Neville, which made Voldemort want to eradicate her. .

The clue that Hermione didn't say that day should be Neville's problem.She was skeptical but not sure, maybe she was worried that speaking out rashly would hurt Neville's heart and everyone's feelings, so she was investigating secretly by herself, maybe she saw something that day...

"Neville..." Owen squeezed his chin with one hand, his eyes narrowed, "In this way, Voldemort knew about Ron Weasley's tricks early on, so he gave up on Ron who had been exposed; Bullido has already learned about the crown, so he no longer keeps a low profile, and directly manipulates Ron's body to attack Harry, which is regarded as waste utilization, and it is an arrogant provocation to Dumbledore..."

"In this case, Voldemort will definitely become more vigilant and hide the crown of his wealth and life in a place where he thinks no one can find it... Things are getting more and more complicated and interesting." Owen slowly smiled. , "Oh, is Ravenclaw's diadem hidden in the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Gryffindor has such a big problem here, maybe the crown is hidden here..."

He walked slowly to the stands of the Hufflepuff students, and found no problems, and then wandered to where the professors were, and the professors basically came, only Dumbledore was absent without exception.Owen secretly pointed his wand at the front and whispered the spell.

"Hey, I was a little surprised..." Owen raised his eyebrows.He always thought that Peter Pettigrew was under Voldemort's control, but the fact was that although the other party also had traces of Horcrux influence on him, it was as weak as Ginny Weasley.Except for Peter, the other professors including Lockhart have no problem.

Owen groaned and retracted his wand. Professor Snape turned his head and looked at him as if he felt it. His empty and indifferent eyes looked at him deeply through the rain.Owen grinned at him innocently, and then turned back to his position with light steps.

He glanced at the Quidditch match in progress. The players were so far away that he couldn't charm them to check on them for a while.

"Potter started sprinting! He rushed into the middle of the players, did he see the Snitch?" commentator Lee Jordan suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! He stopped, terrible, he really caught The Golden Snitch!"

On the field, Harry stagnated in the middle of the court ring, then raised his right hand high, with a bright smile on his face.The stands were seething, the Slytherin students stood up and cheered loudly, calling Harry's name, the Gryffindors sighed regretfully, and the young wizards of the other two colleges applauded politely.

But soon, the sighs and boos died away, and the reserved applause gave way to enthusiastic cheers.A strong sense of joy and excitement was quickly transmitted to everyone's heart, and the emotional contagion came back at this time, making everyone in the stands jump up, cheering and shouting until their voices were hoarse, and more people couldn't control it like Jumping up and down like a monkey.

Everyone was cheering and screaming, people were shaking and dancing wildly, and the whole arena was full of carnival atmosphere.

Harry waved his hand at Owen and the others, and then, caught off guard, a Bludger slammed into his shoulder hard, and unsuspecting, he whirled and fell towards the ground, as if being caught Birds shot by arrows.

Fred Weasley froze there, maintaining the posture of swinging the bat, with a dazed and dazed expression, as if he hadn't realized what he had done.George looked at his twin brother with a surprised and strange face, his usual free and unrestrained face was slightly distorted, and there was a rare touch of panic and despair in his eyes, as well as more pain and worry.

Draco let out a cry of surprise, and was the first to bend over to chase after Harry, and more players followed suit after reacting.The professors sitting in the stands all stood up. Professor Snape waved his wand at Harry with a gloomy expression, slowing down the speed of the opponent's fall, and more professors rushed towards the arena.

Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, asked loudly angrily: "What are you doing? The game is over! This is murder!" Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, opened his mouth blankly, but there was nothing he could do. To explain Fred's behavior, he could only shout dully: "Save people first!"

The students in the stands were still cheering, even though they had witnessed the accident on the field...but they couldn't stop their joy.

Owen was keenly aware of this atmosphere when the emotional infection was just spreading. He smiled in time and kept his expression consistent with those people, so that he was not affected by the emotional infection.He watched the scene with a bright smile, and then poured into the arena with the cheerful crowd.

In the hazy rain, Harry had already fallen to the ground.Although Snape's spell was used as a buffer, he still broke a leg, and the arm hit by the Bludger was also limp and hanging aside, gritting his teeth in pain, looking at a large group of people He surrounded him with a playful smile, and the rows of shiny teeth made him dizzy.

He blinked his eyes with some sourness in his heart, holding back the tears that seemed to be bursting out of his eyes.Why is everyone so happy when they see themselves hurt?Just because he was suspected of being the heir of Slytherin?After seeing that his companions in Slytherin also behaved like this, he became numb, and the pain in his heart instantly overshadowed the pain in his body...

"Let me do it! Leave this to me!" Gilderoy Lockhart yelled and squeezed forward, his teeth gleaming. "Don't worry, Harry, I'm the best at it!"

Harry looked at him in despair. Normally, he would have refused in horror, but now... so be it, there is nothing to love.

At this time, a spontaneous joy invaded his heart, leaving nothing but happiness in his heart.Harry couldn't help grinning and laughing, and finally a sour tear came out of the corner of his eye, which was washed away by the pouring rain.

"Leave it to me." Just as Lockhart was about to happily wave his wand, Professor Snape raised his hand and grabbed his wrist with heavy eyes, and pushed him aside with a cold face, staring at him with indifferent eyes. For a while, Lockhart looked at the other party like a quail and dared not make a sound.

"Healing as before." Snape narrowed his eyes and healed Harry's broken arm and leg, his cheeks twitched slightly, trying to suppress the joy that was about to flow from the corner of his mouth, so as not to collapse the avatar...Damn it Emotional infection!

"Mr. Fred Weasley, do you know what the hell you're doing?" Professor McGonagall yelled from the other side, with a smile on his face, but with anger in his eyes.

The Quidditch players couldn't help laughing together.Fred Weasley was rubbing his stomach while laughing, but his eyes were very confused. He said with some difficulty: "I know... I don't want to do this kind of thing, but just now I was very...angry...I Too impulsive. I'm sorry, Professor..."

George Weasley looked at him with a half-crying half-smile, constantly wiping the rain from his face, his face was as pale as if he had suffered a serious illness.

Owen quietly chanted the "resonance" spell to the players in the crowd, and saw an ominous black mist covering the Weasley twin brothers, which was not too strong, but Fred Weasley's body The black mist is thicker.

He understood that the Weasley family might not escape Voldemort's shadow.That influence and control is still there, but the other party has adopted a more imperceptible method.

The question now is, did Dumbledore know?Is it really not checked out, or is it a long line to catch a big fish?
Owen curled his lips, looked at Harry who was being carried to the school hospital with a smile, and suddenly shook his head with emotion.Tsk, poor guy.

He propped up a black umbrella for himself, and followed the crowd towards the school hospital.

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