A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 173 The Coronation
Fanatical shouts resounded, and as far as the eye could see, the stands of the entire Quidditch stadium were crowded with people.

After getting rid of the crazy crowd, Melet jumped out with a "bass", meowing restlessly.Nyx also fluttered his wings and fell to the ground one after another, running fast with funny steps, jumping up and down from time to time, and making a confusing cry.Apparently, they're not immune to emotional contagion either, but luckily it's not contained.

Owen didn't have time to pay attention to them, he raised his wand and cast the Flying Charm again.The pitch-black box flew through the bustling crowd and flew into his hand with a "whoosh" sound. The lid of the box was open, and the diary inside had disappeared.

Horcruxes cannot be summoned by the Flying Curse, nor can they be detected by spells such as the Tracking Curse.In other words, the diary cannot be found for the time being.

Owen let out a soft "tsk", watching fanatical eyes looking over the box, he threw the box away, returned to the back of the original position, and thoughtfully removed his friends from the crowded crowd. Pulled out.

First, he lifted Daphne out of the crowded crowd, then freed Draco from the bunch of people, and then waved his wand smoothly to find Blaise and the others.

The few people who were also out of control screamed "Aww" and rushed towards Owen, and were mercilessly tied into rice dumplings.Well, Owen took care of his friends and didn't tie them down.

While finishing this matter, he has already analyzed the current situation.

Just calm down and think about it, Owen almost guessed the reason.Voldemort obviously took advantage of the phenomenon of emotional contagion, got rid of the limitations of his original control methods, and let the seeds of controlling people's hearts spread to each student with emotional contagion.

So many people were controlled at the same time, this situation was indeed beyond Owen's expectations.He had imagined various countermeasures that Voldemort might adopt, and was prepared to fight back, but he was almost caught off guard under heavy defenses, and lost the diary he carried with him.

Thinking about it now, the crown could have caused people to fluctuate violently, and then caused people to lose themselves and be temporarily controlled, which was the case when Fred attacked Harry.That said, the crown's ability to stir up emotions fits well with the phenomenon of emotional contagion.

Owen was indeed negligent on this point. Sure enough, the moth incident caused by the wall-facing space was here to trap him, right?The fax machine has already killed Dumbledore, who is going to blame this emotional contagion?

Owen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but his mood became agitated instead.The opponent's moves... are amazing.

Such a game is interesting enough, if everything is expected, how boring it would be.Fighting with people is a lot of fun, because people always create infinite variables.

"But... Tom's diary is lost. I'm in danger now." Owen touched his lips, with a bright and beautiful smile on his face.

I also know that once the two Horcruxes meet, Owen's words of fooling Tom Riddle will soon be exposed.When Tom finds out that the so-called Hai Erbo is a scam aimed at him, he will explode in anger after being cheated miserably.

Well, the hatred is firmly pulled, Tom is afraid that he will kill him at any cost.

"It's not difficult to solve..." Owen thought nonchalantly, "It's just a slight change of plan."

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, he had already scanned the surrounding crowd several times, but he couldn't find any trace of Harry, who was completely submerged in the crowd.

Owen was not surprised. Since Voldemort had created such a big scene, he naturally didn't just want to snatch the diary from him.If it was Owen, he would definitely possess someone and take advantage of the chaos to kill the guy who knew his secret.

But Owen didn't encounter a strong attack just now, which means that Voldemort has other plans. At this time, there are more important things than killing Owen... such as Harry Potter.

However, with such a big commotion, Voldemort couldn't get Harry out of the way.So what on earth could he do to Harry?

Owen stopped thinking about it, concentrated on tying up a person, and tried to find Harry.

If it weren't for the Flying Charm that didn't work on wizards, he would have missed "Harry Flying".

While Owen was enthusiastically tying up people in different ways, the professors also took action one after another.

Most of them are still awake, even if they are also affected by emotional infection, they can still control it.After realizing that something was wrong, the professors suppressed their inner restlessness and took timely countermeasures.

"Calm down, what are you doing!" Professor McGonagall frowned tightly, and the voice amplified by the loud voice curse reverberated over the arena.

But the students around her still frantically rushed towards her, and many of them even raised their wands at her, trying to use their bodies and spells to hold her back and trap her in place.

When he saw the same mysterious smile on everyone's face, Professor McGonagall immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.She threw away the lottery box in her hand, and used a method similar to Owen's, waving her magic wand to make ropes grow on each chair, and tightly tied the demented students to the chairs.

The referees beside the ring also rushed to the stands, trying their best to prevent the situation from expanding.

Professor Snape came to the Slytherin stand with a gloomy face. After seeing the students who were bundled into a ball, the anger in his eyes dissipated slightly.He murmured a mantra, which made the students calm down a lot and stopped struggling so violently.

The small Professor Flitwick was submerged in the crowd in a blink of an eye, and he couldn't be seen. Immediately afterwards, the students around him stopped one after another, the smile on their face became soothing and peaceful, and their eyes closed slowly, like Is immersed in moving music.

Professor Sprout threw a black cloth bag into the most crowded crowd, hitting it in mid-air with a wave of his wand.The cloth bag exploded above the students' heads, covering a large area with yellow pollen, causing the little wizards in it to fall down and fall asleep one by one.

But not every professor is so comfortable.Hagrid waved his big fan-like hands, and lightly lifted the students who jumped at him aside, but people rushed over one after another, and even cast spells on him. Hagrid was afraid of hurting people, so he was cursed many times. curse.

Several other professors huddled together, while defending against the spells that hit them indiscriminately, they knocked out the out-of-control people one by one. "Lockhart" mixed in, casting a defensive spell from time to time, paddling silently with erratic eyes.

Professor Trelawney squinted and screamed, throwing crystal balls around wildly, and was stunned by Professor Victor of the arithmetic and divination class.

For a while, demons danced wildly in the Quidditch stadium, and no one was in the mood to pay attention to a single person.

When the tide of emotion hit him violently, Harry couldn't escape it either.A surge of excitement filled his heart, making it difficult for him to think calmly.

He couldn't help shouting enthusiastically along with the crowd, and then, a more frenzied and restless mood invaded his heart aggressively.It was as if a raging fire had been ignited in his mind, and the remaining sanity was crumbling.

This feeling of being out of control made him feel panic and disgust, and he fiercely rejected the encroachment of this emotion.Because he has been practicing Occlumency with Owen recently, he instinctively tried to close his brain, barely maintaining a little sanity.But his thoughts still became confused, and his brain was like a rusty gear, "clacking" and running slowly.

He felt the crowd crowding towards him, and the girl sitting in front raised her hand to hold his wrist, pulling him to walk in one direction.The palms holding him tightly were soft and warm, the long fiery red hair was flying like waves, and the familiar figure made him relax involuntarily.

"It's Ginny," he thought vaguely.are friends.

He stumbled and was pulled, and followed her guidance to move forward.The huddled crowd in front stared at him with strange smiles, and consciously made way for him a passage that only allowed one person to pass through, but his chaotic mind couldn't think clearly, and couldn't detect how suspicious it was.

"Thank you." Harry said to the classmates who politely moved out of the way.

Immediately afterwards, he found that the crowd in front also gave way, and another familiar figure walked towards him.Harry looked at the other person blankly, and it took a while for his sluggish brain to tell him that this person was Neville.

But Neville shouldn't have such a playful and greedy expression on his face, nor should there be an evil and cruel look in his gentle and kind eyes.All this abnormality, Harry did not notice.

Harry felt the hands holding him loose, and he watched in a daze as Ginny stood in the crowd beside him, becoming part of the wall of human bodies.He saw Neville coming to him, surrounded by a high human wall, engulfing him.

He couldn't think about why Ginny brought him to find Neville, but he felt that the senior students around him were too tall and surrounded him like the tentacles of a sea anemone, and he was the prey that was about to be eaten .

"No, it's too crowded..." Harry said.

Neville stretched out his hand and grabbed him, the cold palm made him shiver, and his mind became a little clearer.That hand was so powerful that it hurt him so much that he had to lower his body along the strength and half kneel on the ground.The moving heads of the people covered the sky above them.

"What are you going to do?" Harry regained his sanity a little, and Harry began to feel that something was wrong.

He wanted to shake off the palm that was pulling him, but before he could move, his body stiffened, as if he had been filled with sand and could not move at all.

He could only watch Neville showing the same weird smile as everyone else, seeing the weird red light flashing in those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, his expression turned ugly.He suddenly felt creepy, he'd seen that look before, when Ron Weasley attacked them...

Although his mind is slow, Harry is still aware of the terrible danger, and no one can help him now... He gritted his teeth and tried his best to move his stiff body, but in vain, not even a sound Can't send it out.

Harry stared viciously at Neville's movements, his pupils constricted suddenly. In the midst of extreme tension and fear, Occlumency successfully drove out the mania that had invaded his brain for the first time, and his mind became more than half awake in an instant.

He saw Neville take a diadem from his pocket!A dilapidated, eagle-shaped crown, the silver appearance has been dimmed and blackened, but the sapphire inlaid in the middle is still shining.

Harry suddenly realized that this was the crown he had been looking for, Voldemort's Horcrux... What was he going to do?
Without making him wait long, Neville glanced at the diadem in his hand with a half-smile, then held it in both hands, and solemnly put the diadem on top of Harry's head.

Harry couldn't resist, he felt his scar explode, as if a red-hot iron had been inserted into his head, and his brain seemed to boil.

His face suddenly turned pale, his pupils dilated, fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his expression became painful and distorted, as if he had fallen into a psychedelic nightmare.

Neville looked down at him coldly, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, showing an expression of disbelief: "You are?"

He pressed his cold fingers on the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, his expression changed from surprise to suspicion, from skepticism to contemplation, and finally to outright ecstasy: "So you are..."

He shut his mouth suddenly, took the crown off Harry's head, took a deep look at him, turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Harry was left on the spot panting in pain, kneeling on the ground after regaining his mobility, holding his head tightly with his hands, the expression in his eyes was painful and deeply confused.

I don't know how long it took, but the surroundings suddenly became much wider.The crazy crowd was tied up, and the sun was shining on him again.

"Harry, how are you?" Owen narrowed his eyes and looked at the sluggish Harry with prudence and measurement in his eyes.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth and sat down on the ground.

Professor Snape also rushed over, glanced at Harry, who was not quite right, and frowned tightly.

"I...it's okay..." Harry's eyes moved slightly, and his tone seemed to be floating in the clouds.

Snape lifted him up like a chicken, and checked him with his wand.After a while, he released his hand with disgust on his face, and said sarcastically, "It's a pity that you were not trampled to death, Potter, now is really a good time to think about major events in life..."

He shook off his cloak and strode away.

"Are you really okay, Harry?" Owen played with the wand in his hand, his dark eyes fixed on Harry's eyes.

"I...don't know..." Harry's cheeks puckered up, "give me a moment..."

He raised his eyes, his expression became calmer, but he looked dazed for a while from time to time, as if he was distracted.

Owen stared at him deeply. After a long time, he looked away and continued to help the professors.

After less than 10 minutes, the frantic mood of the students calmed down in an instant, and the deafening shouts disappeared.

The little wizards returned to normal, looking at the ropes that bound their hands and feet in confusion and unease, some injured people were sobbing, and more people started to yell.The noisy sound sounded again, as if a hundred thousand ducks were driven into the stadium.

The professors let out a long breath, and hurriedly let go of their control over the students.Madam Pomfrey was so busy treating the injured that she never touched the ground.

The students didn't know what they had done. Everyone was confused when they heard Professor McGonagall announce the suspension of the duel, watched Madam Pomfrey take away a few seriously injured students, and then returned to the auditorium suspiciously .

(End of this chapter)