A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 164 Soul Magic
The early morning sun has a touch of gold, and the ceiling of the auditorium reflects the cloudless blue sky outside.The weather is getting warmer and the snow outside is melting away.

Owls of various colors either bit the envelope or grabbed the package, flew into the auditorium along the open window, and handed things to their owners, with their feathers flying all over the sky.

Draco took today's "Daily Prophet" and commented slowly:

"Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge's friendly visit to Gringotts? Tell me, what is he up to? Even if he confessed to those greedy and cunning goblins as his own father, they wouldn't give him money..."

"The Misuse of Magical Artifacts Division intercepted a batch of toilets that turned feces into gourmet food? I don't know, who came up with such a stupid and brilliant idea? I think the Ministry of Magic should give the inventor the best invention Invention Award... Ha, Best of the Year!"

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries admitted a few wizards who had their legs transplanted into their nostrils? How could such a trivial matter make it into the Daily Prophet? Well, if the editors of the newspaper want to talk about it cold When a joke makes people laugh, they do..."

Owen listened to Draco's merciless comments with a smile, and his mood became much clearer.Harry also temporarily forgot the worries and annoyances that plagued him, and his face flushed with suppressed laughter.

"Draco, I think you'll be the best critic!" Pansy Parkinson exclaimed with a flushed face.Such a handsome, intelligent and humorous boy is really attractive.

"Of course." Draco was so praised that his tail almost went up to the sky, and his chin was raised high.

"I think being a critic is a high-risk occupation for you." Blaise poured cold water on his playful face, "You will be beaten to death..."

"Don't say that, Blaise." Daphne glanced at him with a sweet smile, "Don't worry, Draco, you will be beaten a few times at most, and then you can learn to speak human language..."

"You..." Draco slumped, glaring at the group of guys who made fun of him with gray eyes.

Before he finished speaking, the entrance of the auditorium became noisy.A group of people ran out bluffing, with some panic and some curiosity on their faces.

"What's going on?" Blaise asked, pulling a senior who was hurrying by.

"I heard that there was another attack last night!" the man said excitedly, and then left quickly.

Harry jumped up all of a sudden, with an ugly expression on his face.Voldemort ordered the basilisk to attack people again?
He has clearly grasped the location of the secret room.If he hadn't procrastinated, but dealt with the basilisk problem early, wouldn't this attack have never happened?The surging guilt made his internal organs seem to be twisted together.

He looked at Owen with a sad face, but found out that the other party was drinking oatmeal porridge, and slowly added some sugar and milk to it, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Facing Harry's stare at him, Owen blinked innocently: "Aren't you going to see who is being attacked?"

Then Owen was dragged out to watch the excitement.

Seeing Professor McGonagall frowning and sending the petrified Peter Pettigrew to the school hospital, Harry said in disbelief: "Peter Pettigrew Peter? It's impossible!" , but did not expect to see him again will be such a scene.But aren't Pettigrew and Voldemort on the same team?Infighting?

"Isn't that great? You don't need to bother to catch him." Owen smiled lazily, "When he recovers from the petrified state, you can clear up the grievances of Sirius Black."

"But...the mandrake is still several months away." Harry sighed.He couldn't sleep well at the thought of Sirius Black still suffering in Azkaban.

He's been trying to track down Peter Pettigrew these days.He asked the basilisk, tricked Melet into helping him catch mice, and even planned to use Parseltongue to question the snakes inside and outside the castle and in the Forbidden Forest when the weather warmed up and the snakes woke up from hibernation.

"At least it's better than no clue, isn't it?" Owen shook his head with a smile.Speaking of which, Natasha mentioned in his letter that Lupine once wanted to visit Black in Azkaban, but was rejected by the Ministry of Magic because of his identity as a werewolf.After working around for a while, Lupine finally settled down when he received a letter - most likely it was a letter from Dumbledore.

Having said that, will the current Dumbledore really help to clean up Black's grievances?If he stood by, Fudge would certainly deny it.Owen thought lightly.He changed his mind, Harry was not alone now, both Malfoy and Shafik would be willing to help him.

He looked at Harry, who was worried about gain and loss, with a gloomy gaze.This savior really has the appearance of a Dark Lord.

Harry felt an inexplicable chill. He looked at Owen suddenly, and the experience of being tricked again and again made him instantly alert: "What are you thinking?"

"I was just thinking, you are a student that Dumbledore likes and values." Owen said with a smile, "Maybe you will inherit his mantle."

"What can I do..." Speaking of this, Harry was a little discouraged.Dumbledore is so wise and powerful, but he hasn't even learned a disillusionment spell. Probably only someone as smart as Owen will not let him down.

"Speaking of which, Dumbledore has decided to guide you alone, I think you are much more suitable than me." Harry was really happy for Owen, "Are you going to go there tonight?"

"Hmm..." Owen's face darkened.Although it is a good thing for someone to answer doubts, he really does not want to have too much contact with the number one face-off king in the wizarding world...

Seeing that the class was about to start, they hurried to the classroom, but the students didn't care about the class, and secretly whispered about Peter Pettigrew.Professor Peter, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly returned in a petrified state, which caused a lot of speculation.

Most people believe that Peter Pettigrew was petrified on the day he disappeared, and was only discovered until now.But there are also many people who believe that he discovered the secret of the heir, but accidentally fell into the hands of the heir, and was imprisoned by the secret. After finally finding a chance to escape, he was finally murdered by the heir...

The students vividly described how much Peter Pettigrew suffered, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.A few emotional girls wiped away their tears, feeling sorry for Professor Peter, and even more uneasy about the current situation of the school.

During lunch, a mood of depression and hopelessness pervaded the auditorium.The buzzing conversation in the auditorium disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings were so quiet that a needle could be heard. The little wizards stopped eating one after another, and looked at each other with ashamed hearts.

Owen was also hit by accident, and felt lifeless for a while. He slumped on the chair like a salted fish, staring at the ceiling dully, so depressed that he didn't want to move.Melet also lay down on his lap with a low expression, her big ears drooped decadently, and her golden eyes dimmed.

Harry pursed his lips with a look of world-weariness, and after a while he muttered hoarsely: "What's the point of being alive? Why was I born in this world?"

"Life is a punishment, and only death is eternal relief." Draco said with a gloomy face.

Nyx, whose whole body was covered with black fluff, got out of Owen's pocket, looked curiously at the depressed crowd, and uttered a pleasant whisper.

Immediately afterwards, its bright red eyes turned around slyly, and ran to Harry's schoolbag with unrecognizable steps, accurately took out his homework with its beak, and spit out a mouthful of black flames to burn it It became a mass of black ash.Nyx let out a smug chirp, then repeated the trick, running over and burning Draco's homework too.

The two parties turned a blind eye to what Nyx did, and they were still thinking about philosophical issues about life and death.What is the homework?Does that matter?

As it turns out, homework is very important.After everyone recovered from the emotional contagion, Harry and Draco walked out of depression, holding the ashes of their dear homework with trembling hands, with tears on their faces, which they worked so hard to write Homework...

At this moment, they really want to die. Of course, before they die, they have to kill this hateful stinky bird first!
"Nyx, I'm going to roast you!" Draco screamed angrily.

Harry had already grabbed it with a sullen face, and after being mocked by Nyx, he pulled out the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook from his school bag expressionlessly, and slapped it at the walking chicken.

The farce ended with Nix being filmed dizzy and running to Owen for help with tears in his eyes.Nix jumped into Owen's pocket tearfully, then changed his face instantly, and let out a crisp cry, with triumphant provocation in his voice.

At this moment, Owen also wanted to crush this bitch to death.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon was refreshing. Their Professor Lockhart walked into the classroom with a smile on his face and announced that he would teach everyone some magic for dueling in the class.The smile on his face was a little stiff, and his standing posture was a little unnatural, but his teeth were still shining white.

In the following time, he explained how to use the disarming spell, and called Harry to the podium to demonstrate it several times.Although he spoke sternly and made a few embarrassing jokes in the cold, but finally there was no endless drama performance.The little wizards were very happy with Lockhart's transformation, and actively practiced the newly learned spells.

"How did Lockhart change his temper?" Draco waved his wand perfunctorily.He had already learned the Disarming Curse.

"Isn't that great?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.Although Lockhart still didn't let him go, it was better to demonstrate the spell than to play the clown.

"It's really a correct decision for the school to hold a duel competition." Daphne said briskly. "At least it made Professor Lockhart change the way of teaching, right?"

Owen nodded, turned the wand in his hand with a smile, and looked at "Professor Lockhart" walking around the classroom with his hands behind his back.This guy failed to pretend a little. If he hadn't chosen this timing and could justifiably change the content of the teaching, he would definitely have revealed it.

"Lockhart" turned his head and looked over, Owen blinked his left eye meaningfully at him, and then looked away.

After dinner, Owen took his notebook and walked slowly to the door of the principal's office.

"Password." The stone monster at the door said in a low voice.

"Butterbeer," said Owen.This guy really likes butter beer.

The stone monster jumped aside, and Owen climbed up the spiral staircase and entered the principal's office.

In just one week, the room has changed.The strange and whirling silver baubles have not decreased, but they have been neatly arranged in different categories, and they don't look messy like before.The sundries placed on the shelves have also been neatly arranged, and the whole room is still beautiful and interesting, but it has a simple, elegant and orderly aesthetic feeling.

The old man with long white hair and beard was writing something with his head bowed. At this time, he was completely different from him in front of the teachers and students in the school.He was wearing a slim black robe with silver buttons, and his long hair and beard were neatly trimmed. Even when he was writing with his head down, his back was straight and his body was more elegant and self-sustaining.

Is this not even installed?Owen twitched his eyebrows and said with a calm and natural expression, "Good evening, Mr. Dumbledore."

"You are here, Owen." After writing a line, Dumbledore inserted the quill into the ink bottle, and then looked up. His light blue eyes were wise and sharp, with a look impenetrable depth.

"Sit down." After staring at Owen for a while, he pointed to the high-back chair across the table and said softly.Although his tone was gentle, there was always an unquestionable meaning.

After Owen sat down, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a steady and gentle voice: "Don't be nervous, I said that I will answer your questions, but I don't want you to waste our precious time with some stupid questions .I am very optimistic about you, Owen, and I believe you will not let me down."

"It's... flattering that you take good care of me." Owen said with a gentle smile.

Dumbledore gently stroked the black gemstone ring on his hand, and looked at him calmly, obviously not intending to chat.Owen ended the nonsense in a good manner, and brought out the problems he encountered when studying the advanced spells.

"Advancement of the basic dueling spell?" After hearing Owen's question, Dumbledore finally showed a satisfied smile.He said slowly: "The direction you chose is very good. These most commonly used spells often have infinite potential..."

"Your two research directions, breaking the Iron Armor Curse and dealing with dangerous magical animals, they are essentially the same problem. The resistance of magical animals to magic mainly depends on their fur scales, which is not much different from the defense mechanism of the Iron Armor Curse .”

"The advancement of a spell is to add new magic principles to the original spell, or to reorganize it with other spells. This is essentially the same, nothing more than giving the original spell a new ability."

"To achieve your goal, there are two paths you can choose." He glanced at Owen, who looked like a good student, "One path is to continuously increase the power of the spell. When the power is strong enough, it will naturally break through the iron armor violently." the defense of spells, and overcome the resistance of magical creatures."

"To increase the power of the spell, the easiest way to advance is to combine the principle of 'enhancement', such as the advanced super armor protection of armor protection. This is a shortcut, but I think you are not satisfied with this."

"In addition to the principle of 'enhancement', the advancement of spells is often to enrich the ability of spells and improve the universality of spells, but the enhancement of power has become an additional product in this advanced process, which is difficult Improvement. For example, another advanced direction of armor body protection, all protection, so that the Iron Armor Curse that can only protect one person can be used to protect a group of people or buildings, but the improvement in protection is not obvious..."

"If you want to go this way, you can only continue to try to combine with more magic principles or other spells, and gradually increase the power of the spell in each step. This process will only become more and more complicated. Difficult and time consuming."

Owen listened carefully and couldn't help but nodded slightly.In the process of research and experimentation, he also vaguely came to a similar conclusion, but the other party's explanation was more concise and clear, hitting the nail on the head.

As expected of a powerful wizard who has upgraded his armor body into a gas stove, he has a thorough understanding of the advancement of magic spells.Owen stared at each other eagerly, he was very greedy for the Grindelwald gas stove.

"Then what is the second way?" He slightly restrained the eagerness in his eyes.

The smile on Dumbledore's face deepened, and he said leisurely, "Do you know what magic is the most difficult to defend against?"

Owen's eyes flickered, and he said slowly: "About the magic of the soul."

"That's right, soul. The Unforgivable Curse, which is difficult to defend against, is this type of magic." Dumbledore stared at him with a half-smile, and said lightly, "The second way to advance is to find a way to make the spell have a specific effect on the spell." The properties of the soul. This involves a little known magical principle, the 'soul'..."

He succinctly explained the principle of magic, and dissected it bit by bit in a simple way, quoting from many sources in the process, which was fascinating.

Owen's eyes lit up, he opened his notebook, took notes consciously, and quickly filled a large page.

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore said unhurriedly: "But this road is extremely dangerous. The magic about the soul is always the most profound, mysterious and dangerous. The advancement of magic requires not only profound knowledge, but also Experiments and improvements time and time again, and the advanced direction of the soul is very difficult to control, with strong accidents, and if you don't pay attention, it will leave a life-long irreparable damage, and it can easily cause death, or make your life worse than death."

"Therefore, countless outstanding wizards throughout the ages have not achieved much on this road. The research on the soul domain has always progressed slowly, or even stagnated for a long time... Even though many wizards understand that the soul domain is The most mysterious and subtle jewel of magic, which may even hide all the secrets."

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth, and said in a joking tone: "Obviously few wizards are willing to take this path of suicide." According to the other party, this path is simply a fancy way of death, but for him who has the space to face the wall perhaps most appropriate.

Thinking of this, Owen wished he could immediately enter the wall-facing space and start researching soul magic.

"Of course, besides these two paths, there is also a shortcut." Dumbledore looked at him deeply, "Using the power of emotions. No matter what kind of magic it is, it can be significantly enhanced by extreme emotions... In fact, for For you now, this is the fastest and most suitable path."

"In this regard, I happen to have a lot of experience..." He calmly talked about the skills of blending emotions.Owen took it down carefully. Although he also has some experience in this area, he can go faster and farther only by learning from others with an open mind and learning from each other's strengths.

After talking about this point, Dumbledore took a sip of the butterbeer on the table and said lightly: "I always think that as long as it works for us, there is nothing wrong with using any kind of magic."

Owen blinked his eyes and responded with a bright smile.

After asking the remaining questions, he sincerely thanked him, and then left under the watchful eyes of the other party.

　Thank you for the 200 starting coins rewarded by Lanbai Town~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)